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Resident Evil, Resident Evil 4

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character: ashley_graham, copyright: resident_evil, resident_evil_4 1girl, solo, ashley_graham \(resident_evil\), blonde hair, messy hair, damp hair, short hair, bob cut, swept bangs, blue eyes, clouded eyes, vacant expression, ahegao, tongue out, drooling, saliva trail, heavy breathing, trembling, sweat, shiny skin, sweat on skin, blush, mind break, corrupted, empty eyes, rolled eyes, parted lips, extremely pregnant, huge belly, hyper pregnancy, extreme stomach bulge, distended belly, taut skin, navel stretched, black veins, corrupted veins, glowing red spots, bioluminescent infection points, parasite movement, moving bulge under skin, ridges on belly, insectoid ridges, chitinous ridges lower belly, veins on thighs, veins on breasts, veins on neck, torn clothes, ruined sweater, white sweater, ripped sweater, stretched fabric, fabric tearing over belly, white skirt, torn skirt, one breast out, breast slip, partially exposed breast, cleavage, sweat on belly, dark background, gothic interior, castle hallway, stone walls, candles, ritual chamber, dim lighting, red glow, from below, cowboy shot, standing, leaning back, hand on own belly, arched back, head tilted back, looking up, motion lines, seductive smile, Seen from a low angle in a cowboy shot that crops her mid-thigh to just above the crown of her head, the lone blonde woman stands alone in a dark gothic castle hallway, her spine arched backward so her massively swollen belly pushes forward and her weight rides on her back foot while her front heel lifts unsteadily off the flagstones; her damp, messy blonde bob with swept bangs clings in wet strands to her sweat-slick forehead and temples, and her clouded, vacant blue eyes are rolled up under half-shut lids, unfocused, looking up and away toward the vaulted stone ceiling. Her jaw hangs slack in a heavy ahegao, mouth wide open with her tongue lolling out over her lower lip, a thick thread of drool running from the tongue's tip down her chin and into the hollow of her throat, her whole body trembling so that the motion shivers through her raised arms and the fabric of her ruined clothes. Both hands claw and press at the underside of her enormous belly, fingers splayed and sinking into the taut, sweat-shiny skin, the sheer weight of it dragging her sweater's hem high. Thick black plaga veins crawl across the swollen belly in branching ridges, climb the insides of her bare thighs, snake over the tops of both breasts and up the column of her neck beneath the jaw, and at intervals along these dark routes glowing red infection points pulse just under the slick, translucent skin like coals seen through parchment. Under the drum-tight skin of her stomach, a slow parasite movement distends the surface — a long lump sliding beneath the navel and flattening again — while along the lower swell of the belly, just above her hips, subtle insect-like chitinous ridges push out in a row of raised segments, hard-edged against the soft flesh. Her white sweater is torn and ruined, its knit stretched to a threadbare shine and split wide over the belly in a jagged tear with loose strands curling back, and the left shoulder and neckline have slipped down so one breast is partially exposed, the pale curve bare and marked by the black veins while the other stays covered by the ripped knit; the white skirt below is ripped along its hem and pulled tight across her hips over the bare, vein-latticed thighs. The only light is the low red glow rising from the infection points themselves and a guttering candelabra far down the hallway behind her, so the red sits under her chin, under the belly and along the inner thighs, while her face and the tops of her shoulders fall into cold blue-grey shadow; the candle flames throw her long trembling shadow up the stone wall at her back. Damp flagstones mirror a faint darker, softer red at her feet, and the hallway recedes into blackness behind her between ribbed stone columns. Every bead of sweat on her belly and chest catches a pinpoint highlight. Corrupted, feverish.
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score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, source_anime, ashley graham resident evil 4, blonde hair messy and damp, blue eyes clouded and vacant, heavily pregnant belly massively swollen from las plagas corruption, extreme stomach bulge, thick black plaga veins spreading heavily across her belly, thighs, breasts and neck, glowing red infection points under the skin, visible parasite movement under the skin of her stomach, subtle insect-like ridges forming on her lower belly, torn and ruined white sweater and skirt, fabric stretched tightly and ripped over her enormous pregnant belly, one breast partially exposed, heavy ahegao expression, tongue out, drooling, completely mind-broken and corrupted, sweaty shiny skin, heavy breathing, trembling, dark gothic castle hallway or infected ritual chamber background, highly detailed, nsfw, masterpiece, best quality, 8k
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