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Contest Entry
PixAI “Halloween Oddities Club” Special Contest - A Night at Higan Inn#PixAI Halloween 2026
ดูพารามิเตอร์
- พรอมต์ต้นฉบับ
- 1girl, long hair, black hair, hat, hair between eyes, military hat, gloves, skirt, jacket, belt, military uniform, cape, long sleeves, peaked cap, v-shaped eyebrows, pleated skirt, buckle, miniskirt, shirt, heart-shaped buckle, eyelashes, very long hair, blue eyes, boots, jewelry, witch, glowing eyes, several desiccated charred male bodies lie on the floor in the background, penthouse suite background, background, white outline, beautiful face, masterpiece, best quality, absurdres, very absurdres, highres, volumetric lighting, depth of field, CG, newest, very awe, amazing quality, high quality, high resolution, 8k, full hd, illustrating, detailed shading, perfect anatomy, very aesthetic, ratatatat74, 4k, ultra hd, ominous lighting, malevolent, seductive look, maniac look, seductive pose,
- โหมด
- ultra
- ขนาด
- 1104 x 1824
- วิธีการสุ่มตัวอย่าง
- Euler
- ไม่ต้องการ
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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n2
artist: ratatatat74
1girl, solo, long hair, very long hair, black hair, hair between eyes, white military peaked cap, military hat, white gloves, white jacket, long sleeves, white shirt, white cape, black belt, heart-shaped buckle, buckle, white pleated miniskirt, pleated skirt, miniskirt, boots, jewelry, witch, glowing blue eyes, blue eyes, long eyelashes, v-shaped eyebrows, beautiful face, white outline, malevolent expression, seductive look, maniac look, seductive pose, glowing eyes, looking at viewer, grin, one eye closed, head tilt, hand on own hip, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, volumetric lighting, ominous lighting, depth of field, several desiccated charred male bodies lying on the floor in the background, penthouse suite background, sharp cel-shading, high contrast, rim lighting, moody atmosphere, wide angle lens,
Camera tilts up from floor level in a low dutch angle: the witch stands in the foreground of a glass-walled penthouse suite, her white-caped silhouette towering against the night cityscape, hat brim and shoulders cutting the skyline. She has propped her weight on her left leg, right hip pushed out, cape sweeping backward off her shoulders and hanging open behind her. Her right hand rests flat on her hip just above the black belt, white-gloved fingers spread wide and curling into the fabric; her left arm hangs loose, gloved fingers half-curled, a silver ring and a thin chain at her throat catching the light. She tips her chin down toward the lens so the peaked cap shades the top of her face while her glowing blue eyes burn from beneath the brim, pupils narrowed, one eye half-lidded, a lopsided maniac grin baring teeth on one side; two strands of black hair fall straight between her eyes, the rest of the very long hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back to her calves. The white jacket is buttoned to the collar, its long sleeves buttoned at the wrist; above it the white pleated miniskirt fans in sharp pleats under the heart-shaped buckle of the black belt, and black boots plant her stance on the polished marble.
Behind her, a wide expanse of floor-to-ceiling glass, low white sofas, and a scatter of desiccated charred male bodies lie broken across the marble in the soft-focus background, one arm flung out, ash-grey skin shriveled over bone, their silhouettes blurred by the shallow depth of field. The only light is the cold night glow of the city through the glass behind her: it rims the edge of her cap, her cape, and one line along her jaw in a bright thin outline, while her face stays in darkness except for the two blue glowing points of her eyes; the marble in front of her carries a long, hard cast shadow of her boots and the cape's hem. The palette locks to white uniform against charcoal-marble grey and the night city's cold blue, with one warm ember-orange glint smoldering in the ruined bodies behind her. Rim light, sharp cel-shaded edges, glossy highlights on the leather boots and the polished marble floor. Ominous, exultant.
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n2
artist: ratatatat74
1girl, solo, very long hair, black hair, hair between eyes, peaked cap, military hat, purple eyes, blue eyes, glowing eyes, v-shaped eyebrows, eyelashes, beautiful face, gloves, white shirt, jacket, long sleeves, black belt, heart-shaped buckle, buckle, pleated skirt, miniskirt, military uniform, cape, boots, jewelry, witch, several desiccated male bodies lying on the floor in the background, penthouse suite background, white outline, volumetric lighting, depth of field, ominous lighting, malevolent expression, seductive look, maniac look, seductive pose, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, foreshortening, grin, teeth, one eye closed, leaning forward, hand on own hip, sharp cel-shading, high contrast, rim lighting, wide angle, dark vignette
Shot from a low dutch angle in a wide-angle cowboy frame, the witch dominates the foreground while the corpse-strewn penthouse floor tilts away beneath her boots. Her very long black hair spills past her waist in heavy sheaves, a thick lock falling dead-center between her eyes; the black peaked cap with its glossy visor is pushed low, the visor's brim casting a hard shadow that leaves only the eyes burning underneath. Those eyes read as mismatched glacial blue and violet with black rings bleeding at the pupils, pupils contracted and over-bright with a self-lit glow that does not come from the room. Her brows are knifed into a sharp v, and a lopsided grin pulls one corner of her mouth high enough to show teeth, one eye squeezed half shut in delight, the other wide and fixed on the viewer. She plants weight on one boot and juts the opposite hip, her gloved hand braced on the hip while the other arm sweeps the cape back behind her, the fabric bellying away from the motion. The white shirt is crisp under the jacket's long sleeves, the black belt cinches her waist with its heart-shaped buckle glinting cold at the center, and the black pleated miniskirt flares sharply over her thighs; boots rise to her knees, gloves crease at the knuckles, and a small chain of jewelry catches the light at her collar.
The room behind and below her is a penthouse suite: floor-to-ceiling glass showing a distant night skyline bokeh, low lounge furniture, a cold polished floor. Several desiccated male bodies in crumpled dark suits are strewn across it — limbs bent wrong, skin like dried leather, mouths open, hands slack, none touching her. She is not looking at them.
The only real light is a low warm key raking her from below and behind, firing a hard rim along the visor, cheekbone, cape edge and belt buckle, with cool ambient blue separating the far corpses from the glass; a thin white outline traces the contour of her whole figure against the dim room. Volumetric shafts hang in the haze, the background dissolving into depth-of-field blur while her face stays razor-sharp. Palette: black, white, cold steel blue, one violet fire in her eyes, the distant city a smeared amber. Moody, high-contrast cel shading, ominous and malevolent — triumphantly monstrous.
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n2
artist: ratatatat74
1girl, solo, close-up, from below, looking down at viewer, black hair, very long hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, glowing eyes, long eyelashes, v-shaped eyebrows, white peaked cap, military hat, white military jacket, long sleeves, white shirt, white cape, white pleated skirt, miniskirt, black belt, heart-shaped buckle, white gloves, boots, jewelry, witch, white outline, malevolent expression, smug, seductive look, demanding, leaning forward, head tilt, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, penthouse suite background, night, floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights bokeh, several desiccated charred male bodies lying on the floor in the background, volumetric lighting, ominous lighting, rim lighting, high contrast, sharp cel-shading, depth of field, cinematic perspective, moody atmosphere, dramatic backlighting, high quality
Shot from below at a close angle, the witch fills the frame from the waist up and looms over the lens, her boot heels planted wide apart on the penthouse's polished black marble floor, her weight carried on her back leg so her hips cant to one side. She leans forward from the waist toward the camera, chest close, her white-gloved right hand raised with the fingers curled in a slow beckoning gesture at shoulder height while her left glove rests flat on the heart-shaped black buckle cinching her white pleated miniskirt's waistband. Her chin is tipped down and she looks down the length of it straight into the viewer, eyelids half lowered, one v-shaped eyebrow arched higher than the other, lips parted in a thin lopsided smirk; the white cape falls behind her shoulders away from the lean and slips over the crook of one elbow. Very long black hair spills past her hips, strands hanging between her eyes and swinging forward off her shoulder with the lean, and the white peaked cap sits tilted low over her brow with its band catching the light. Behind and below her, the penthouse suite opens out in deep-focus falloff: low lounge seating, a long dark bar, and a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows holding a night skyline scattered into bokeh, the room's only clean light coming from that window line so the backlight rims her cap, cape and hair in a cold white edge while her face stays in soft shadow and her glowing blue eyes are the brightest points in the frame. On the marble between her boots and the bar, several desiccated charred male bodies lie collapsed in the background, limbs folded, ash-grey and split by thin cracks, their outlines softened by the shallow depth of field so they read as a dark, blackened texture under her, and the faint haze of smoke hangs where the window light cuts it into visible shafts. Globally the palette is held to white, black and the cold blue of the skyline, with nothing warm admitted except the dull ember-brown of the charred bodies on the floor. Sinister, imperious.
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n2
artist: ratatatat74
1girl, solo, very long black hair, hair between eyes, purple eyes, blue eyes, black eyes, eyelashes, v-shaped eyebrows, beautiful face, white peaked cap, military hat, white hat, military uniform, white jacket, long sleeves, white shirt, white cape, white pleated miniskirt, skirt, black belt, heart-shaped buckle, buckle, white gloves, boots, jewelry, witch, seductive pose, seductive look, maniac look, malevolent expression, looking at viewer, grin, open mouth, half-closed eyes, from below, foreshortening, cowboy shot, dutch angle, several desiccated male bodies lying on the floor in the background, penthouse suite background, white outline around character, volumetric lighting, depth of field, ominous lighting, dark background, sharp cel-shading, high contrast, rim lighting, wide angle lens, moody atmosphere, vibrant accent colors, sharp eyes,
The camera sits low, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her so the penthouse ceiling and the night sky beyond the glass wall rise behind her shoulders: she fills the right two-thirds of the frame in a foreshortened cowboy shot cut below the knee, one boot planted forward and the other set back and turned out, her weight sunk into the rear hip, her torso twisted toward the lens while her chin tips down and her eyes lift to meet it from under the cap's brim. Her white peaked cap is set at a slight angle, its black band and small brim casting a hard shadow across the top of her face; two long strands of black hair fall free between her eyes, and the rest of her very long black hair spills over the white cape's shoulder line and hangs past her hips at her back. Her eyebrows are drawn into a sharp V above narrowed lids whose lashes are thick and dark, one iris answering the light with a high purple flare, a second with cold blue, the pupils themselves deep black; one lip corner lifts into a lopsided grin and her tongue shows at the edge of it, half-lidded and hungry and utterly sure of herself.
Her right hand hangs loose at her side inside a white glove, fingertips together; her left arm crosses her waist, the gloved hand resting flat against the heart-shaped buckle of the black belt that cinches the white jacket and the white pleated skirt beneath it, and the pleats splay and bend where her hip pushes through the fabric. The white cape hangs from her shoulders and bellies slightly away from her back, its lower edge swinging to one side, and the white jacket's long sleeves crease at the elbow over the glove cuffs. Small pieces of jewelry catch the light at her throat and ears without adding mass. Her boots meet the polished marble with a faint reflected sheen.
Behind her and below her eye line, several desiccated male bodies lie sprawled across the penthouse floor -- dry hands curled, ribs showing through torn cloth, one skull tipped back against the base of a low sofa -- kept soft and grey by the shallow depth of field so they never compete with her face. The suite runs out behind them: floor-to-ceiling glass, a long console of dark stone, low warm lamps, the city's cold grid of windows far below. The light is volumetric and ominous, a hard cold key from the window behind her carving rim light down one side of her hat and cape while warm interior lamps graze the other side of her jaw and the buckle, the room's shadows pooling deep and complete in the corners. A clean white outline separates her silhouette from the darker background at every edge, crisp and even, with sharp cel shading, high contrast and vibrant accents picking out the purple of her eye and the gleam of the buckle. Head tilted, grin sharpening, dangerous and effortlessly magnetic.
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