Faputa in an oversized t-shirt
Nov 6, 2026 2:02 AM
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Faputa (Made in Abyss)
Nov 6, 2026 2:01 AM
character: faputa, copyright: made_in_abyss
character: faputa, copyright: made_in_abyss
1girl, solo, faputa, dark skin, white hair, medium hair, hair between eyes, yellow eyes, orange eyes, bright pupils, animal ears, claws, extra arms, four arms, bare shoulders, goggles, mature female, curvy, toned, from below, three-quarter view, looking down at viewer, half-closed eyes, smug, lopsided smile, tongue between teeth, one hand on hip, one arm raised, hand raised, claws spread, leaning back, standing on one leg, crossed legs, head tilt, outstretched arm, collarbone, bare arms, thigh gap, low angle, foreshortening, warm rim light, dusk, canyon ledge, wind, forearms, clawed fingers, bare feet, toes gripping rock, skull ornament, pelt, sash,
Shot from below in a three-quarter view on the lip of a wind-scoured canyon ledge, the dark-skinned girl leans her weight back onto one straight leg planted on the rock while the other crosses lazily over it at the ankle, hip cocked out so the sash of her pelt rides up at her waist; her bare shoulders and collarbones lift into the light and her arms do different work — the upper right hand rests knuckles-down on her hip, and the upper left arm is flung out and up, clawed fingers spread wide as though she has just let go of something in the wind. Her lower pair of arms crosses loosely beneath her ribs, claws resting light against her own skin. Chin tilted down toward the lens, she looks straight into the camera from under a heavy lid with a half-shut, insolent stare, one brow lifted, one lip corner pulled high in a lopsided grin with the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth. White hair, medium length with a strand falling between her eyes, is blown sideways across her face and off her animal ears; the goggles pushed up on her brow catch a sliver of the low sun. Her bare feet grip the lip of the stone, toes curled over the edge, and the sunlight comes in low and warm from behind and to her right, so a hot orange rim traces her shoulders, ear tips and the spread claws while her face and torso sit in cool amber shadow bounced up off the pale rock — the drop behind her falls away into blue haze, the canyon floor far below out of focus. Palette held to white hair, dark bronze skin, warm orange-gold light and blue-violet shadow, with the pelt's ochre as the one earthy accent. Every claw tip is slowly lit along its upper edge only, and the ledge she stands on is undisturbed sand except for the scuff where her weight shifted back. Effortlessly feral, magnetic.
make it so that it's not sensible content
Nov 5, 2026 4:48 AM