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AI artwork featuring #zetaCollab
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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026 #zetaCollab
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character: scathach_(fate), fujimaru_ritsuka_(male) 2girls, 1boy, 2girls, hug, mutual hug, face-to-face, close embrace, blushing, full-face blush, embarrassed, gazing at each other, eye contact, looking at another, inside locker, closed locker door, locker interior faintly visible through door, metal locker door in foreground, focus on faces, close-up, two-shot, almost same height, tall woman, mature female, long purple hair, very long hair, red eyes, short black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, school uniform, black jacket, long sleeves, black gloves, tight cramped space, shallow depth of field The camera is a tight close-up two-shot pressed right up against the inside of the locker, looking out through the closed door: the metal door sits in the immediate foreground, its slatted vents cutting the frame into thin horizontal bands, and the two faces fill the space between it and the back wall. The woman and the boy stand face to face nearly nose to nose, their heights almost identical so their eyes meet on the same horizontal line. She has very long purple hair spilling down past her shoulders, crushed flat against the locker's back panel where the space is too narrow for it, and red eyes; he has short black hair with a strand falling between his eyes and blue eyes, his school jacket and black-gloved hands folded around her back. Their arms are wrapped around each other — her forearm across his shoulder blades, his gloved hands flat against her back — chests close, chins tilted slightly so neither breaks the gaze. Both are blushing hard, red across the cheeks and up to the ears, brows drawn in tight embarrassment, lips pressed together, eyes locked on each other's and unable to look away. The locker interior is cramped and dark: two narrow walls of grey metal close at either side, a shelf edge just visible at the lower corner, the slatted door throwing thin stripes of pale corridor light across their faces and hands so the light comes only through the vents, leaving the gaps between stripes in deep shadow. The faint gleam of the interior — the shine on her hair, the white of his collar, the red of their cheeks — shows through the door's slats as dim shapes barely readable from outside, so the closed door and the hint of what is behind it read at once. Palette limited to cold grey metal, deep shadow, the purple of her hair and the warm red flush on both faces; the only bright accents are their eyes and the blush. The door's vents carry a thin bar of corridor light down across her cheek and catch on the moisture at the corner of his eye. Intimate, flustered.
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fate_スカサハ、fate_藤丸立香(男)、抱き合っている、二人とも恥ずかしがっている、二人が見つめ合っている、二人とも赤面している、ロッカーの中に二人が入っている、ロッカーが閉じている、ロッカーの中が少しだけ透けて見えている、二人の顔にフォーカス、男と女の身長がほとんど同じ
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pro
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768 x 1280
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Euler
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lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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character: scathach_(fate), fujimaru_ritsuka_(male) 2girls, 1boy, 2girls, hug, mutual hug, face-to-face, close embrace, blushing, full-face blush, embarrassed, gazing at each other, eye contact, looking at another, inside locker, closed locker door, locker interior faintly visible through door, metal locker door in foreground, focus on faces, close-up, two-shot, almost same height, tall woman, mature female, long purple hair, very long hair, red eyes, short black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, school uniform, black jacket, long sleeves, black gloves, tight cramped space, shallow depth of field The camera is a tight close-up two-shot pressed right up against the inside of the locker, looking out through the closed door: the metal door sits in the immediate foreground, its slatted vents cutting the frame into thin horizontal bands, and the two faces fill the space between it and the back wall. The woman and the boy stand face to face nearly nose to nose, their heights almost identical so their eyes meet on the same horizontal line. She has very long purple hair spilling down past her shoulders, crushed flat against the locker's back panel where the space is too narrow for it, and red eyes; he has short black hair with a strand falling between his eyes and blue eyes, his school jacket and black-gloved hands folded around her back. Their arms are wrapped around each other — her forearm across his shoulder blades, his gloved hands flat against her back — chests close, chins tilted slightly so neither breaks the gaze. Both are blushing hard, red across the cheeks and up to the ears, brows drawn in tight embarrassment, lips pressed together, eyes locked on each other's and unable to look away. The locker interior is cramped and dark: two narrow walls of grey metal close at either side, a shelf edge just visible at the lower corner, the slatted door throwing thin stripes of pale corridor light across their faces and hands so the light comes only through the vents, leaving the gaps between stripes in deep shadow. The faint gleam of the interior — the shine on her hair, the white of his collar, the red of their cheeks — shows through the door's slats as dim shapes barely readable from outside, so the closed door and the hint of what is behind it read at once. Palette limited to cold grey metal, deep shadow, the purple of her hair and the warm red flush on both faces; the only bright accents are their eyes and the blush. The door's vents carry a thin bar of corridor light down across her cheek and catch on the moisture at the corner of his eye. Intimate, flustered.
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じ
character: scathach_(fate), fujimaru_ritsuka_(male) 2girls, 1boy, 2girls, hug, mutual hug, face-to-face, close embrace, blushing, full-face blush, embarrassed, gazing at each other, eye contact, looking at another, inside locker, closed locker door, locker interior faintly visible through door, metal locker door in foreground, focus on faces, close-up, two-shot, almost same height, tall woman, mature female, long purple hair, very long hair, red eyes, short black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, school uniform, black jacket, long sleeves, black gloves, tight cramped space, shallow depth of field The camera is a tight close-up two-shot pressed right up against the inside of the locker, looking out through the closed door: the metal door sits in the immediate foreground, its slatted vents cutting the frame into thin horizontal bands, and the two faces fill the space between it and the back wall. The woman and the boy stand face to face nearly nose to nose, their heights almost identical so their eyes meet on the same horizontal line. She has very long purple hair spilling down past her shoulders, crushed flat against the locker's back panel where the space is too narrow for it, and red eyes; he has short black hair with a strand falling between his eyes and blue eyes, his school jacket and black-gloved hands folded around her back. Their arms are wrapped around each other — her forearm across his shoulder blades, his gloved hands flat against her back — chests close, chins tilted slightly so neither breaks the gaze. Both are blushing hard, red across the cheeks and up to the ears, brows drawn in tight embarrassment, lips pressed together, eyes locked on each other's and unable to look away. The locker interior is cramped and dark: two narrow walls of grey metal close at either side, a shelf edge just visible at the lower corner, the slatted door throwing thin stripes of pale corridor light across their faces and hands so the light comes only through the vents, leaving the gaps between stripes in deep shadow. The faint gleam of the interior — the shine on her hair, the white of his collar, the red of their cheeks — shows through the door's slats as dim shapes barely readable from outside, so the closed door and the hint of what is behind it read at once. Palette limited to cold grey metal, deep shadow, the purple of her hair and the warm red flush on both faces; the only bright accents are their eyes and the blush. The door's vents carry a thin bar of corridor light down across her cheek and catch on the moisture at the corner of his eye. Intimate, flustered.
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AI artwork
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character: scathach_(fate), fujimaru_ritsuka_(male) 2girls, 1boy, 2people, hug, mutual hug, close embrace, embarrassed, flustered, blushing, gazing at each other, eye contact, looking at another, inside locker, locker door closed, cutaway, cross-section view, focus on faces, close-up, from side, cramped, confined space, long hair, purple hair, very long hair, red eyes, short hair, black hair, hair over one eye, blue eyes, black gloves, long sleeves, jacket, grin, open mouth, half-closed eyes, raised eyebrow, sweatdrop A cutaway view from the side, the near wall of the metal locker sliced away so the lens looks straight into its narrow interior: two people packed into the tall steel box, the door shut flush behind them. The locker's inner walls press close on every side -- a shelf edge above their heads, a coat hook at shoulder height, a vent grille of horizontal slots on the back panel, the seam of the closed door running down the far side with its handle and latch catching a sliver of light. The camera sits at chest height and close, so the faces dominate the frame and the steel walls frame them in a tight vertical slot. Scathach is pushed against the back panel, her very long purple hair crushed flat against the steel and spilling down over the shelf edge, one long strand caught on the coat hook; she is the taller of the two, so she has to stoop, one shoulder braced against the corner, her weight on her back foot with the front foot lifted slightly off the locker floor. Both her arms are locked around his shoulders, forearms crossed behind his neck, red eyes wide and fixed on his face, brows drawn up, lips parted around a caught breath, a hot blush spread across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. The closed door's metal edge cuts across her elbow. Ritsuka is pressed chest-to-chest with her, his back to the door, black-gloved hands gripping the back of her waist and the fabric of her side, his short black hair mussed against the door's inner panel, the strand falling over one eye pushed aside by the closeness rather than by his hand; his blue eyes are turned up to hers, chin lifted, mouth open in a flustered half-grimace, cheeks flushed deep, one eyebrow hitched higher than the other, a bead of sweat at his temple. Their foreheads almost touch; their gazes are locked, each reacting to the other's flustered face at a distance of a few centimetres. The two bodies fill the locker so completely that the steel bows their clothing and compresses the space between them -- her long sleeves bunched at the elbows as her arms wrap, his jacket rucked up where his shoulder meets the door, the fabric of both pressed flat where it touches metal. The only light is a thin blade of corridor light entering through the door's vent slots and the gap under the door: it strikes the back of her hair, the rim of his cheek and the inner edge of the door, leaving the locker's depths in close, warm shadow, and the two faces are lit by a soft bounce off the pale steel walls. Palette: cold grey-blue steel, her violet hair and crimson eyes, the warm flush of two faces, nothing else admitted. Quiet, breathless, cramped intimacy.
じゅうばんめ
AI artwork
じ
character: scathach_(fate), fujimaru_ritsuka_(male) 2girls, 1boy, 2people, hug, mutual hug, close embrace, embarrassed, flustered, blushing, gazing at each other, eye contact, looking at another, inside locker, locker door closed, cutaway, cross-section view, focus on faces, close-up, from side, cramped, confined space, long hair, purple hair, very long hair, red eyes, short hair, black hair, hair over one eye, blue eyes, black gloves, long sleeves, jacket, grin, open mouth, half-closed eyes, raised eyebrow, sweatdrop A cutaway view from the side, the near wall of the metal locker sliced away so the lens looks straight into its narrow interior: two people packed into the tall steel box, the door shut flush behind them. The locker's inner walls press close on every side -- a shelf edge above their heads, a coat hook at shoulder height, a vent grille of horizontal slots on the back panel, the seam of the closed door running down the far side with its handle and latch catching a sliver of light. The camera sits at chest height and close, so the faces dominate the frame and the steel walls frame them in a tight vertical slot. Scathach is pushed against the back panel, her very long purple hair crushed flat against the steel and spilling down over the shelf edge, one long strand caught on the coat hook; she is the taller of the two, so she has to stoop, one shoulder braced against the corner, her weight on her back foot with the front foot lifted slightly off the locker floor. Both her arms are locked around his shoulders, forearms crossed behind his neck, red eyes wide and fixed on his face, brows drawn up, lips parted around a caught breath, a hot blush spread across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. The closed door's metal edge cuts across her elbow. Ritsuka is pressed chest-to-chest with her, his back to the door, black-gloved hands gripping the back of her waist and the fabric of her side, his short black hair mussed against the door's inner panel, the strand falling over one eye pushed aside by the closeness rather than by his hand; his blue eyes are turned up to hers, chin lifted, mouth open in a flustered half-grimace, cheeks flushed deep, one eyebrow hitched higher than the other, a bead of sweat at his temple. Their foreheads almost touch; their gazes are locked, each reacting to the other's flustered face at a distance of a few centimetres. The two bodies fill the locker so completely that the steel bows their clothing and compresses the space between them -- her long sleeves bunched at the elbows as her arms wrap, his jacket rucked up where his shoulder meets the door, the fabric of both pressed flat where it touches metal. The only light is a thin blade of corridor light entering through the door's vent slots and the gap under the door: it strikes the back of her hair, the rim of his cheek and the inner edge of the door, leaving the locker's depths in close, warm shadow, and the two faces are lit by a soft bounce off the pale steel walls. Palette: cold grey-blue steel, her violet hair and crimson eyes, the warm flush of two faces, nothing else admitted. Quiet, breathless, cramped intimacy.
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character: kaname_madoka_(magical_girl), copyright: mahou_shoujo_madoka_magica Kaname Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, pink twin tails tied with deep red ribbons, wearing her iconic magical girl costume, white corset-like bodice with delicate back lacing, voluminous layered white and pale pink ruffled skirt, crimson ribbons flowing loosely around her body, viewed from behind at a three-quarter angle, seated with her back gracefully arched, both arms extending naturally downward behind her back, one hand gently holding the opposite wrist, clearly separated hands, relaxed slender fingers, five distinct fingers on each hand, natural finger spacing, anatomically correct wrists, elegant delicate hands, visible knuckles, softly curved fingers, hands clearly visible against the white skirt, unobstructed hand silhouette, accurate hand anatomy, head tilted far backward, chin raised toward the darkness, face mostly hidden, elegant elongated silhouette, delicate exposed shoulders, soft loose strands of pink hair, dramatic asymmetrical composition, close medium shot, large skirt filling the lower frame, dark almost black background, dramatic directional lighting, pale ivory highlights, muted dusty pink, cold gray shadows, rich crimson accents, strong contrast between luminous fabric and deep darkness, thick impasto oil painting, expressive visible brushstrokes, heavy layered paint, rough palette knife texture, sculptural paint strokes, painterly edges, textured canvas, loose gestural painting, rich tactile surface, dramatic chiaroscuro, melancholic atmosphere, haunting beauty, full bleed composition, edge-to-edge artwork, no borders, no frame, textured illustration, grainy texture, crayon texture, chalky brushwork, impasto strokes, bold color blocking, stylized anime, flat shading, dry brush effect, atmospheric lighting, soft glow highlights, rough painterly anime style, visible textured brushstrokes, heavy impasto texture, scratchy charcoal-like linework, expressive gestural strokes, smudged edges, desaturated base tones with aggressive high-contrast color, sketch style, rough brushstroke
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