Antonio Chiera

Elderly Tax Goblin Seated by Treasure Chest

• Model: Nano Banana 2 (Pro)

• Size: 768 X 1365 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Old Nickademus was a goblin of advancing years, one of those small, wiry folk whose lives are stitched to the long reckonings of coin and account. For many winters and summers — for longer than most men in the fair land could recall — he had served the lords and magistrates in a calling that suited a goblin better than any other: that of a tax-collector. It was a trade of patient cruelty and exacting habits, of keeping small things in order and looking after great things with a covetous eye. In the ledger of the countryside his name was known and feared in equal measure; in the ale-halls and at market-stalls he was oft cursed under breath while his face was spoken of more seldom, lest the curse carry a summons. The dome of his head showed through wispy dark locks, not all of them obedient to the laws of neatness. Time had made the hair thin and the skin beneath pale and veined, so that his skull shone like a dull coin beneath a lamp. His shoulders stooped, not wholly from age, but from the long hours bent over scales and balances, over piles of shillings and groats. Yet though the hollows about his eyes gave him the look of one half-sleeping, those watery orbs were still keen as a hawk’s when a glint of metal leapt or a corner of foiled paper promised profit. Greed had taught him its own kind of sight. His skin was the broad, deep green that belongs to his people, not the glossy green of young leaves but the greyed green of old ivy on a northern wall. His ears were long and pointed, twitching at the whisper of a purse-string, and his face, though clean-shaven, bore the hooked projection of a beak-like nose that gave him an unwholesome and memorable silhouette. Small, narrow-mouthed, and sharp-chinned, he might have been carved from some grim wood by an artisan with a fondness for grim things. He wore the costume of his office with an almost devout scrupulousness. All his garments were of a deep, learned black, cut and tailored with a fineness one might expect on the body of a cleric or a law-clerk in the days of Shakespeare; seams were close and buttons neat, and the hems carried a faint dust of road. The clothes sat oddly upon his skinny, bony frame — too good, perhaps, for one of his sort, yet he treasured them as tokens of his rank. His shoes were of soft black leather, long-toed and curling at the tips in a fashion both archaic and faintly comic; they padded without sound, and their points tapped and clicked only when he wished them to. About him, always, was the smell of oil and old paper, of warmed metal and the faint sweetness of coin rubbed near. He wore leather gloves pored like a scholar’s, and at his hip hung a chain with little brass scales and a ring of tiny keys — keys that had opened many a coffer and many a lie. He possessed a ledger thicker than a man’s wrist and bound in brown hide, where his neat script had multiplied the sums of farms and tolls until the pages sighed. On the iron-riveted chest which he kept like a throne he sat, or atop which he perched like some small sentinel, waiting and watching. The chest itself was a thing of many repairs — straps renewed, nails driven anew — and the coins within answered his touch with a sonorous, satisfying clink.
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Japanese peasant's hut in the deep woods

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1280 X 720 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: Japanese peasant's hut in the deep woods
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Whimsical Imp Takes Flight in a Breeze or 'Too Much Dust'

• Model: (Mode 20)

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: a cartoon-like little fluffy red imp with horns and a pointy tail, squealing as he holds onto the power cord of an electrical fan that is on full power and blowing him off his feet
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  • Aspect Ratio: square

Azzuri the Dancer

• Model: SeeDream

• Size: 1440 X 2560 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: every appetite had its price, and every price its servant. There Azzuri walked, pale as moonlight spilled upon marble, a part of the tapestry yet apart from it: a pale thread in a cloth of bronze and shadow. He was young — not yet the weathered veteran of many winters — yet already stamped with the doom of his calling. In other lands lads of his age wore sword and mail and went forth to taste the first red heat of battle. Azzuri never knew such a fate. Slim he was, but not wasted. His limbs were lithe and curved like the dancer’s, not knotted with the blunt muscle of the spearman. There was a grace in the way his shoulders sloped and his ribs tightened, a catlike poise that belonged to one who moves to music and the measured weight of coin. He stood as tall as those who bore blades, but his shape read softer; to the cursory eye he might be mistaken for a girl — and in that mistake lay much of his market. What made him uncanny was the color of him. In the sun-streaked lanes where the bazaar people browned to many shades of tan and olive, Azzuri was nearly porcelain white. Not the pallor of death, but the delicate bloom of living marble — a skin that took the light like sifted milk and flushed faintly with pink. Upon that whiteness, in precise, unsettling places, blossomed rose-colored dots the size of a thumb. One shy dot above each eyebrow, like twin rubies set in a crown; three beneath each eye, placed as if by a jeweler’s hand; a scatter along the backs of his forearms; another fan of them across the lower curve of his belly. They were no disease, nor the markings of any tribe known to the caravans — they were birthmarks that read like a language, and men whispered that they were the mark of lovers or of cults. Whatever the truth, they made him remarkable, and in the market remarkable means profit. His face was androgynous and freshly wrought — high cheekbones that took blush like a woman, a small, thin nose, and lips like a painted petal. His smile was a practiced warmth, a coin-bright thing that welcomed and disarmed; yet his eyes bored with sorrow. Dark and deep, they were lined with kohl and shadowed by lashes like a courtesan’s. He painted his lids and wore pink that complimented the dots upon his skin; the effect was the artifice of the stage, made permanent. Gold hoops set in each pale ear swung when he moved, catching the lamplight and the eye. Upon his head lay a pompadour of white hair, full and puffy at the front, falling to a tousled nape as if a cloud had been pressed to the crown and left its imprint. Pale pink flecks marbled the tuft, soft as rose petals strewn on snow. The mass rose and billowed — absurd, boyish, coquettish — a crest that framed his face and made the pale skin seem less fragile, more deliberate. His dress proclaimed him denizen, not visitor, of the quarter. Around his hips a silk loincloth of pearl-pink clung, the front flap falling past his knees and swinging with each lithe step. At his ankles the six thin bracelets he wore on each leg chimed like a small wind, calling to the unquiet heart. His arms were swathed in diaphanous sleeves of white silk, almost wholly sheer, each bound twice with gold ribbons — once at wrist, once mid-bicep — leaving the shoulders and chest bare to the air and to the eyes. The garment left much to the imagination: feet and legs bared, belly taut and and pale, back and chest a study in tender flesh and scattered rose-dots.
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Tishmia the beggar.

• Model: SeeDream

• Size: 1440 X 2560 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: “Arms! Arms, for the love of the Gods!” This is the cry of Tishmia the beggar. He, like his kind, is a common enough sight in the dusty bazaar. No. He is one of the number who are legion throughout the word. The great army of the poor, hungry and crippled. Those who cannot work, but are unwilling to starve. Tishmia is a small painfully thin man with dark olive skin that is cracked by the sun and mapped by scares, won when he was younger and able to sell his sword for a purse of gold. Now this ruined creature does not swing a blade, but hobbles on a single rough crunch, for his left leg ends at the knee. Likewise his right arm ends at the elbow. Hidden from the world by a short, tattered green woolen cloak that he wears to one side to hide his crippled arm, that also serves as his blanket at night. The clothes on his thin frame are likewise just this side of being rags. A tattered blouse that laces at the front and seems crusted in dirt. Britches of a leather brown that would not look out of place on a scarecrow in a field. His one foot bare in the dust of the bazaar. Atop his head he wears a Peasant’s Medieval leather Coif. some strands of greasy, unwashed black hair showing from under its edge. His face is likewise the mask of poverty and hunger. Gaunt and drawn, with a large hook nose and a mouth of snaggled teeth, he would never be called a handsome man, even without the old scares of battle on his face. Across his left eye there is a red rag of cloth that serves as a patch to hide his lost eye. And his remain eye, the left one looks at the world with a frantic intensity. He is the very picture of poverty, of want. The kind that is ignored by the world. And that is the last mistake a few men have made in their lives. For Tishmia does not play the role of beggar out of need, but out of choice. It is easy to move among the masses in the streets when you are ignored. Easy to move close to one you have been paid to dispatch. Far too late they discover that a skilled man might strap his right arm to look like it has been amputated at the elbow, likewise he might also strap his left leg to make him appear a cripple without the strength to fight. And in the hand of that strapped arm there might be a thin sliver blade, made for the slashing of throats. And it is so easy, when the deed is done, for a man playing the role of beggar to vanish into the streets and back allies again.
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Abarleen the Wizard

• Model: SeeDream

• Size: 1440 X 2560 (3.69 MP)

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  • Prompt: Abarleen, his name was spoken in whispers in the dust choked Bazaar. As if speaking his name too loud would draw the wizard from Stygia from the inn outside the city wall, that served as his dwelling, to walk the street among ‘honest’ men. If the man cut purses and rouges that dwelled in noon day shadows in search of some respite from the heat in the bazaar could ever be called honest men. But they were not those who dealt with devils or worse thanks to black arts. While it was clear that Abarleen was a son of that dark kingdom of sinister intrigues, it was not pure Stygian blood that ran through his veins. He clearly mark of not just Stygian nobility about his features, but mixed into them was the dark skiing and broad lips of the lines of hot jungle kingdoms like Kush, and the sharp narrowed eyes of eastern mystery. The wizard Abarleen was of a mongrel breed. It was said that his broad, fleshy face, with its thick lipped mouth smiled just a little too wide to too make a man comfortable. And in that smile, in the girth of his cheeks, there was something of the toad about it. The smile, it was noted, never did carry to those dark slit eyes, when Abarleen wore it. Like the Priests and upper classes of Stygia, Abarleen removed all body hair except for eyebrows and the hair on his heads (a long dark ponytail at the back of a shaved head), and used kohl makeup to rim his eyes. However, he did allow himself one deviation from the fashion of his people. That being a long thin Mandarin-style mustache, a long, thin mustache that grows downward from the upper lip, with the hair extending past the chin in two tapered tendrils, while the cheeks and chin are kept clean-shaven. The ends of those two tapered tendrils are each decorated with two gold beads, the size of dried peas. It was also noted that under his fine silk robes, Abarleen kept his corpulent form well oiled and perfumed. The smell of sweat and dust was not for the likes of him as it was for the common, lesser man. So his dark skin shone like he had been polished. On each of his fat, but strong fingers there was a golden ring with a single round gem or pearl set in them. Speaking of wealth that a wise or powerless man would not so openly display. He wore upon his rounded body a green silk robe with gold trim. A garment fit for a sultan, or at the very least a wealthy merchant. And upon his fat feet simple leather sandals. How he came to the inn outside the walled city none can rightly say. But if you ask 100 merchants and beggars on the street, you will get 100 answers. However, the most common story is that he stole a parchment or tome or object of great power from the ruling priests of Stygia. Something that would turn a simple mixed blood servant into a wealthy and powerful wizard. And he escaped to this distant land to avoid their wrath. Escaped here and brought with him a creeping decadence and evil.
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the Griffin Liberian

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 864 X 1152 (1.00 MP)

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  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Beach Day Fun with Furry Monsters (what the weather is like in Australia)

• Model: (Mode 30)

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: 3 cartoon-like little fluffy red imp with horns and a pointy tail, on the beach with their beach towels, dressed in cute swimsuits and sunglasses. all have very happy looks on their faces and wide eyes
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  • Aspect Ratio: square

Christmas for the little Imps

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• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: 2 cartoon-like little fluffy red imp with horns and a pointy tail, dressed only in a striped Christmas sweater and scarfs that is too big for them, their nose and yellow eyes peak over the neck of the sweater and the sleeves dangle past their hands and an furry anthropomorphic grey squirrel kid sit at the base of a Christmas tree holding brightly decorated Christmas presents. all have very happy looks on their faces and wide eyes
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3 Guesses what I will be reading over Christmas

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 864 X 1152 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Bilbo Baggins from the Hobbit by Ernst Haeckel, Jacek Yerka, Michael Cheval, colourful
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  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Want to be a Rock Singer, Don't be a Gun Slinger

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• Size: 1080 X 1920 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: A lean, furtive gunslinger with a hooded, pulp-comic look — somewhere between a Western quick-draw and an urban assassin. He moves with quick, economical gestures and reads as confident and a little theatrical: always poised to draw a weapon, always framed by smoke or crackling light. Head & face He wears a deep hood that casts the upper face in shadow but leaves a stylised pale face or mask visible. The “face” is long and narrow, almost skull-like: a smooth, very pale surface with dark lines or bandage-like texturing that suggest ribs or wrapped cloth beneath the skin. His mouth is a narrow slit that sometimes shows teeth; his nose is flattened or minimal, reinforcing the mask/skeletal impression. Most striking are the round goggles — small, perfectly circular lenses with an intense red/pink tint and a dark rim. The goggles are held by a strap across the brow and give him a slightly mad, theatrical look. Thin, reddish-brown hair (or stylised sculpted lines) is visible at the forehead and crown, arranged in radiating lines, sometimes gathered or tied at the back. Clothing & texture He wears a glossy, dark hooded jacket — appears to be leather — that reflects highlights, with the hood up and the jacket either zipped or open to reveal the textured torso beneath. Under the jacket the torso shows a ribbed, bandaged or bone-like pattern that continues the skeletal motif. Tight dark trousers and sturdy boots complete the outfit. His gloves are brown leather, well-worn, covering the hands fully. A broad belt with a prominent metal buckle, holsters and ammo loops (or bandoliers) around the waist and thigh give him a practical gunslinger’s kit. There are additional straps and pouches on his legs and across his hips. Weapons & props He routinely carries firearms — classic revolver/pistol silhouettes with exposed cylinders and long barrels — and he’s shown firing and aiming with practiced ease. In one image he also wields a bright, yellow, sword-like energy blade that crackles with jagged light, suggesting either a science-fiction weapon or a visually exaggerated effect for dramatic combat. He sometimes holds a small smoking object (cigar or cigarette) between fingers, adding to the noir vibe. Pose & body language Dynamic, active poses: mid-stride, leaning forward, or arm extended in the act of drawing or firing. Fingers are deft on triggers; his stance is balanced and economical — someone used to combat and showmanship. Facial expression (what can be read through the mask/goggles) alternates between neutral and an aggressive smirk; overall he projects menace laced with cocky bravado. Color & atmosphere Palette centers on deep blues and blacks for clothes, pale bone tones for the face/torso, and vivid accents — most notably the red goggles and the bright yellow of the energy blade. Backgrounds in the pictures use swirling smoke, purple clouding, and vertical streaks of light, which heighten the dramatic, slightly supernatural or pulp-fantasy mood. Design cues / overall vibe A hybrid of old-style outlaw and stylised supernatural/tech antagonist: hooded, masked, goggled, leather-clad, and armed with both classic firearms and a luminous melee weapon. He reads as theatrical and dangerous — an antihero or villain who combines showmanship with lethal skill.
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Modest Sasquatch

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 720 X 1280 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: friendly flirty female sasquatch in the woods, blowing a kiss. Patchwork by Meghan Duncanson and Jennifer Lommers and Didier Lourenço
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  • Aspect Ratio: portrait_tall

Yes. We've been good.

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• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: 2 cartoon-like little fluffy red imp with horns and a pointy tail, dressed only in a striped Christmas sweater and scarfs that is too big for them, their nose and yellow eyes peak over the neck of the sweater and the sleeves dangle past their hands and an furry anthropomorphic grey squirrel kid sit at the base of a Christmas tree holding brightly decorated Christmas presents. all have very happy looks on their faces and wide eyes
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  • Aspect Ratio: square

Small Vices

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• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: the little devil of pointless folly (with short dark horns and a face that speaks of folly and a wasted life) wears a powdered British lawyer's wig and dressed like a dandy from a Charles Dickens' novel, he carries a large bottle of wine and a deck of playing cards, in the style of Leonora Carrington. he has a look of drunker joy on his face. must have horns on his head and look like a devil, he has a crafty glint in his eyes
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

King of the City

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• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: And the men stood, twenty-two hours tall — not merely tall like trees, but tall by the measure of time itself, their height a slow, inexorable clock that made the air around them feel older. Their heads were cathedrals: vaulted brows and stained-glass eyes dimmed by a dusk of thought, spires of hair and scar running like flying buttresses. They bowed like architecture at prayer, the gesture not of humility but of ceremony, as if the very weight of their silence required the cantilever of their necks to hold it up. They wore the holy robes of a profitable war: long, ceremonial mantles cut from cloth the color of dried blood and ledger paper, hems threaded with gilt and invoice. Buttons gleamed like minted promises; medals hung on sashes like receipts for violence. The fabric whispered when they moved — a rustle not of silk but of contracts being folded — and from their sleeves slipped the soft jingle of coin and cartridge, rosary and receipt braided into one. Around their feet the light pooled and cooled, turning their shadows into altars, and wherever they passed the air smelled faintly of iron, ink, and the faint, inexplicable spice of commerce pretending to sanctity.
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Elsewhere

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• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: do not lay here too long, good sir. It is not a place that holds well for dreamers. fantasy intricate oil on canvas fantastic view high definition complex elaborate hyperdetailed mysterious sci-fi futuristic
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

The Wolf's Daughter

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1280 X 720 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: sinister skinny furry teenage (16 years old) werewolf girl (cartoon like werewolf face) , night, dark background
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Hurrying Home

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• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: 3 nervous cute little red imps with horns and a pointy tail trekking through the woods at night wearing capes and pointed witch's hats. the one in the front of the group holds a long stick with an old fashion lantern on the end to guide their way
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  • Aspect Ratio: square

Young Male Forest Elf Adventurer

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• Size: 1080 X 1920 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: male Elf — detailed visual description Overview / vibe A lithe, youthful elf with an athletic, nimble build and a sprite-like presence. The character reads as androgynous/young-looking and highly alert — part woodland feral, part comic-fantasy adventurer. The overall aesthetic mixes Western fantasy (primitive, nature-torn clothing and an amulet) with manga/animated facial features (large, expressive eyes, stylized hair). Head & face Large, almond-shaped eyes set widely; in the color artwork they are bright, luminous (turquoise/blue) and very expressive. Small, slightly upturned nose and a mouth often left slightly open, giving a startled/ready expression. High cheekbones and a smooth, unlined face that contributes to the youthful look. Long, pointed elven ears that protrude clearly past the hairline and are a defining silhouette element. Hair Thick, flowing hair that’s long past the shoulders. In the color reference it’s golden-blond with loose curls framing the face; in the pencil study it’s wind-swept and energetic. Hair motion helps sell the action — it streams back as if from sudden movement. Torso & musculature Slim, athletic torso: lean muscle definition is present (subtle abdominal lines, visible collarbones) but not heavily muscular. Proportions emphasize agility rather than bulk — long limbs, narrow waist, defined but delicate rib and clavicle structure. Arms, hands & legs Arms are long and slightly elongated compared to a typical human figure, reinforcing a lithe, elfin silhouette. Hands are expressive with splayed fingers in a defensive or ready posture. Legs are strong and toned, poised in a wide, grounded stance; feet are bare, suggesting a wild/untamed lifestyle. Clothing & accessories Minimal, primitive clothing: a tattered leaf or hide loincloth secured with a simple belt of beads/cord. The ragged edges read as functional and improvised. A prominent pendant/amulet on a cord at the chest — a round setting with a central stone or gem — acts as a focal point. Small knife or short sword sheathed at the hip, attached to the belt, positioned for quick access. Simple wrist cuff or cord bracelet and a few decorative beads on the belt; overall accessorizing is utilitarian with a touch of tribal ornament. Pose & expression Dynamic, forward-leaning stance as if reacting to sudden danger — knees bent, weight balanced for movement. Facial expression mixes surprise, alertness, and defiance; body language reads “ready to flee or fight.” The sketch versions emphasize fluid linework and clear gesture; the colored piece adds dramatic foreshortening and a sense of immediacy. Art style & rendering A blend of comic/manga stylization (large eyes, simplified facial planes) and Western fantasy illustration (textured coloring, dramatic highlights and shadow). Linework is clean and confident in the sketches; the colored plate uses saturated tones, warm skin highlights, and high-contrast shading to make the character pop from a darker background. Key silhouette cues The pointed ears breaking the hairline, the long flowing hair, and the small pendant create an instantly recognizable fantasy silhouette. The combination of bare feet, loincloth, and hip blade also give a distinct “woodland rogue/sprite” profile.
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Night Watch in the Mystic Forest

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• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: 3 nervous cute little red imps with horns and a pointy tail trekking through the woods at night wearing capes and pointed witch's hats. the one in the front of the group holds a long stick with an old fashion lantern on the end to guide their way
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  • Aspect Ratio: square