Tour over, Poker time!
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The Hotel team is expanding. Tour time
บน PixAI พรอมต์จะเป็นสาธารณะโดยค่าเริ่มต้น แต่ผู้สร้างสามารถซ่อนพรอมต์ในผลงานที่เผยแพร่ได้ ผู้สร้างผลงานนี้เลือกที่จะซ่อนไว้ คำที่ใช้สร้างภาพนี้จึงเป็นส่วนตัวและมีเพียงผู้สร้างเท่านั้นที่เห็นได้ การซ่อนพรอมต์ไม่ได้เปลี่ยนสิ่งอื่นใด ผลงานยังคงเป็นสาธารณะ และคุณยังกดถูกใจ แสดงความคิดเห็น และแชร์ได้ตามปกติ
ซ่อนโดยผู้เขียน
โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
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Salina what’s the think everyone at Hazbin Hotel she was afraid that they were not going to accept her but they did she wanted to thank them everyone smiled
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character: charlie_morningstar, alastor_(hazbin_hotel), vaggie, daredevil, valentino_(hazbin_hotel), kazama_jin, copyright: hazbin_hotel, tekken, tekken_3
wide-angle shot, dutch angle, from below, 8persons, confrontation, rooftop, pentagram sky, urban hellscape, group shot, multiple characters, contrasting wings, neon rim lighting, dynamic staging,
From a dramatic low-angle perspective looking upward across the jagged, shingled rooftop of a towering Victorian-gothic demon hotel, an eclectic group of seven fighters marches in a wide wedge formation toward a raised terrace balustrade where a tall, lavishly dressed moth-demon kingpin stands waiting. The sky overhead is a churning expanse of blood-red and deep magenta clouds pierced by a massive glowing pentagram moon.
Dominating the elevated background dais, the towering moth-demon smirks down through pink heart-shaped glasses over glowing red sclera, his lavender-grey face framed by tall antennae under a wide-brimmed feathered top hat. He wears an extravagant crimson floor-length coat with an oversized white-and-black zebra fur collar, one gloved hand gracefully flicking ashes from a slender cigarette holder while plumes of pink smoke trail behind him.
In the midground leading the advance, a half-archangel half-demon young man strides forward flanked immediately by two female companions. He is shirtless, displaying a lean, athletic torso and black fitted trousers, with medium-length messy jet-black emo hair sweeping diagonally across his pale face. From his back sprouts a striking asymmetry of wings: a luminous, pristine white-feathered archangel wing glowing with celestial radiance on one side, and a jagged, leathery obsidian demon wing veined in fiery red on the other. His gaze is locked firmly onto the terrace, revealing one bright celestial blue eye and one slit-pupil crimson eye.
To his immediate left, a blonde demon girl in a fitted red tuxedo jacket, high-waisted black slacks, and a crisp white collared shirt with a black bowtie matches his stride with a determined expression, her pale porcelain skin accented by vivid red cheek circles. To his right, an athletic woman with long white hair tied with a massive crimson bow grips an angelic silver harpoon spear at the ready, her single visible yellow eye glaring past her grey eye-patch marked with a pink cross.
Flanking the trio on the left, an imposing vigilante in a full dark-crimson leather armored cowl and suit with pointed demon horns, inspired by early-2000s hero gear, grips paired red combat batons with a clenched, rugged jaw. Beside him, an impossibly slender, porcelain-pale dream lord designed in sharp angular gothic demon lines stands with a paper-thin waist, enveloped in a voluminous, ragged obsidian coat that flows into ink-like shadows, his wild messy black hair framing intensely expressive, shadowed eyes glowing with tiny pinpricks of starlight.
On the right flank, a smiling radio demon in pilot-era attire sports dark red-tipped deer ears, black antlers, and a monocle over glowing red eyes, resting one gloved hand on his vintage microphone cane with a razor-sharp, toothy golden grin. Next to him, a martial artist with swept-back black spiky bangs, glowing flame-patterned black combat pants, and red-studded black fingerless gauntlets charges forward with crackling dark electrical energy coiling around his fists.
The harsh neon crimson and violet glow from the Pentagram City skyline casts sharp rim lighting across leather coats, angelic feathers, and slate roof tiles, while glowing white embers and dark mist swirl underfoot. Cinematic tension, climactic showdown.
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