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乙骨憂太・呪術廻戦
『呪術廻戦』の乙骨憂太くんを描いてみました。彼の静かな強さと優しさが同居する表情がとても好きで、描いている間もずっと惹きつけられていました。気に入っていただけたら嬉しいです！いいねとフォロー、そしてコメントで感想を聞かせてくださいね。これからも投稿していきます！
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1000になったらきっと面白いものが見れるぞ
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1boy, solo, 17 years old, jujutsu sorcerer, dark navy high-collar uniform, mandarin collar, buttoned jacket, tailored trousers, black leather shoes, short messy black hair, sharp eyes, intense gaze, athletic build, combat stance, hand seal, clenched fist, leaning forward, weight shift, from below, low angle, cowboy shot, abandoned concrete building, cracked floor, dust motes, rim lighting, dramatic lighting, high contrast
Low-angle cowboy shot looking up from the floor. A seventeen-year-old male sorcerer drops into a disciplined combat pivot across a cracked concrete corridor. His athletic build shifts weight heavily onto his planted rear right boot, knee bent low, while his left foot braces forward against the gritty floorboards. His right hand rises to chest level with two fingers extended in a precise ritual seal, while his left arm pulls back with fingers clenched into a tight fist at his hip. He wears a tailored midnight-navy uniform featuring a stiff high collar fastened securely at the throat with a single circular metallic insignia, matching straight-cut dark trousers, and scuffed black leather lace-up shoes.
His head tilts slightly downward toward the lens, chin tucked, directing a sharp and unblinking gaze through slightly parted dark bangs that sweep across his forehead. His expression is stern and resolute, brow drawn tight and jaw locked in quiet focus. Behind him, brutalist concrete pillars and exposed rebar fade into pitch darkness, the ground scattered with tiny reflective fragments of shattered safety glass.
A single cool-toned beam of overhead moonlight cuts down from the upper left, carving sharp white rim light along the edge of his jaw, the curve of his knuckles, and the stiff fold of his collar, leaving the right side of his torso submerged in dense shadow. The sudden arrest of his motion kicks up a localized spray of fine concrete powder that hangs suspended in the light beam beside his lead foot, while the lower hem of his navy jacket snaps backward against the air. The palette is tightly controlled in deep midnight navy, chalky slate concrete, and stark moonlight silver. Tense vigilance.
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呪術廻戦の伏黒恵
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character: okkotsu_yuuta
1boy, solo, short hair, messy hair, black hair, dark eyes, intense gaze, gritted teeth, fierce expression, shouting, white jacket, high collar, loose jacket, black pants, holding weapon, katana, two-handed grip, sword swing, slashing, diagonal slash, attacking, lunging forward, motion blur, dynamic pose, weight shift, foreshortening, from below, dutch angle, cracked pavement, flying debris, dramatic shadows, rim lighting, cold lighting, action shot.
From a dynamic low angle on a steep Dutch tilt, a lean young man lunges forward mid-strike, driving a katana in a powerful diagonal slash across the foreground. His short, layered black hair whips violently back in the wind of his own acceleration, exposing dark, focused eyes locked straight ahead with lethal concentration, his jaw set and teeth bared in an intense combat shout. Both hands clamp securely around the woven tsuka of the sword, knuckles taut and fingers locked tight against the grip as his arms follow through the arc of the swing. The steel blade cuts through the air with exaggerated foreshortening, its polished edge catching a brilliant cold streak of light traced by a sharp kinetic blur. His crisp, high-collared white jacket twists around his torso, stretching taut across his shoulders and billowing wildly behind him in sharp, geometric folds, while his dark trousers pull firm across his bent forward leg. The trailing boot scrapes hard against the fractured asphalt, kicking up loose pebbles and fine dust that spray backward along his path of motion. High-contrast ambient moonlight and a harsh cool rim light chisel sharp edges along his face, hands, and the full length of the blade, casting deep cast shadows into the crevices of the broken street. A stark palette of surgical white, charcoal, slate blue, and cold steel. Lethal momentum.
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