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character: jeanne_d'arc_(fate), copyright: fate_(series) 1girl, solo, jeanne d'arc \(fate\), blonde hair, very long hair, absurdly long hair, single braid, braid, blue eyes, small ahoge, distinctive head ornament, metallic headpiece, silver circlet band across the brow, resolute expression, dignified, calm gaze, looking forward, looking to the side, standing, upright posture, hands clasped, gauntlet-clad hand on the back of the other, battlefield, mist, fog, haze, distant battlefield silhouette, dim light, side lighting, rim light, backlight, volumetric light, dusk, muted palette, from side, cowboy shot, three-quarter view, wind, hair blown to the side, serious, quiet resolve The camera sits low and off to her left, a three-quarter view at cowboy-shot framing: her boots planted wide on churned, trodden earth in the lower foreground, her body turned partway from the lens. She faces forward, out into the haze, chin level, and her gaze goes straight past the frame's edge, calm and narrowed, unfaltering. Her weight settles on her right leg, hip slung with it, the left knee slightly soft, shoulders drawn back so her spine reads as a single straight line; both hands close together in front of her waist, one gauntleted hand cupped over the back of the other, fingers laced, knuckles pale where she grips. Long blonde hair runs far past her waist, gathered into one heavy braid over her right shoulder; the wind rolls from the right and drags it outward, lifting loose strands clear of her shoulder, the braid's tip swinging slightly. A strand of the fringe shifts over her brow with a tiny sprig of ahoge at the crown, one small curl rising as though a breath could bend it. Her head is crowned by a distinctive, ornate metal headpiece: a silver band sweeping across her brow and lifted arcs on the sides, catching the light. Her expression remains still: a faint crease between the brows, eyelids lowered only a fraction, mouth closed in a firm straight line, no smile. Behind her the battlefield dissolves into drifting mist — deep fog layers shifting sideways under an unseen wind, faint drowned silhouettes of distant banners and low ridges falling away into the gray. A dim light enters from the right, low and cold and slightly warm at its edge, and the light there is the only source: it rakes across the right side of her face and the metal of the headpiece, leaves her left cheek and the far side of her body deep in shadow, and casts a long shadow that stretches left across the rutted ground. It sparks thin wet highlights along the braid's curve. The ground beneath her boots is mud and crushed grass. Her pallet is silver-gray, mud and blonde — a cold, quiet, muted tone. The light picks up several faint dust motes in the air near the lens, as if the space between her and the clogged horizon is filled with suspended ash.

Nov 5, 2026 9:43 AM

#Fate/Apocrypha #Fate series #Jeanne d'Arc

1girl, solo, full body, standing, slightly turned, head tilt, long hair, silver hair, white hair, straight hair, hair past waist, pale blue eyes, half-closed eyes, sleepy, gentle expression, faint closed-mouth smile, looking at viewer, fair skin, pale skin, slender build, D-cup, blue hairpin, hair ornament, white swimsuit, one-piece swimsuit, translucent swimsuit, sheer fabric, wet-looking sheen, visible nipples through fabric, groin line visible through fabric, bare arms, bare legs, barefoot, hand on own hip, other arm hanging loose, weight on one leg, toes pointed, simple seamless pale blue-grey studio ground, soft diffused light from upper left, delicate lineart, careful shading, natural lighting, vivid colors, anime illustration, high quality, Three-quarter-length turn is not what is shown -- she faces the camera with her body angled a little to her left, hips shifted so her weight rides on her straight right leg while the left knee bends and the left toes point and touch the ground only at the ball of the foot. Her right hand rests flat on her hip, fingers curled over the crest of the hip bone, thumb forward; her left arm hangs loose with the wrist slightly turned out and the fingers relaxed and parted. Her chin dips a few degrees and tilts toward her right shoulder, giving a drowsy, unhurried head tilt. Her eyelids are heavy, the upper lid covering the top third of each pale light-blue iris, and the corners of her mouth lift only faintly in a closed-lip smile; her gaze goes straight to the viewer, unhurried and kind. Her silver-white hair is long, straight and fine, falling past her waist; the mass on the left side of her body slides forward over her shoulder and lies across her upper chest, while the right side falls behind her shoulder and the ends drift out slightly from the turn of her body. A single blue hairpin clips a small section of hair above her right ear, its blue catching the light as a small hard bright point against the white. Her skin is fair and translucent, the pale blue veins faintly readable at the inner wrist and the hollow of the throat, the tone cooling toward the shadowed side of the neck and the underside of the jaw. She wears a white one-piece swimsuit with thin shoulder straps, cut high on the hip and low at the chest, its fabric thin and wet-sheer so that the shape of her D-cup breasts and the darker circles of her nipples read clearly through the cloth, the fabric clinging and drawing fine tension lines from the straps down over the bust; the front of the suit pulls taut and flat across her lower belly, and the groove of her groin line shows through as a soft vertical shadow beneath the fabric. Where the cloth lies against her body, it glistens faintly and picks up a paler, cooler value than the dry skin around it; the thin hem at the hip and the strap edges roll slightly rather than lying perfectly flat. The light comes from a single soft source high on the upper left: it lays a broad gentle highlight along the left side of her face, the left shoulder and the outer curve of her left breast, and drops a soft-edged shadow down the right side of her neck and under the right breast; the ground beneath her is a seamless pale blue-grey sweep with no horizon, and her shadow pools soft and small under her right foot, darker and softer than she is. The palette is white, silver and pale blue-grey with the blue hairpin as the only saturated note. The composition is a full-body vertical frame with a little air above her head and the ground visible beneath her feet, her figure centered and balanced, the costume and its sheer tension the clear focus of the image. Calm, gentle, drowsy.