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- masterpiece, best quality, very detailed, amazing detail, absurdres, very aesthetic, One girl, wavy hair, solo, beige medium hair, loli , free hair, purple eyes, baggy eyes, fangs,, goblin girl, green skin, pointed ears, skinny body, small breast, ashamed, black painted nails, low pigtails, red ribbons, round glasses, black beret, heart choker, red dress, bedroom, bed, window, nigth, starry sky, white sheets, rose petals, fullbody, pillows, wine, selfie, standing, full body, Ruffles kneesocks
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Show more1girl, solo, goblin girl, green skin, pointed ears, small fangs, loli, petite, skinny body, slim, small breasts, beige hair, medium hair, wavy hair, loose free hair, low pigtails, red ribbons, purple eyes, bags under eyes, black beret, round glasses, heart choker, black painted nails, red dress, ruffled knee socks, full body, standing, selfie, arm outstretched, holding phone, ashamed, blush, looking away, half-closed eyes, nervous smile, bedroom, bed, white sheets, pillows, window, night, starry sky, rose petals, wine, wine glass, wine bottle, from above, dutch angle, foreshortening, soft lighting, glossy finish, intimate,
Seen from above and tilted a few degrees off true, the camera held high in her own outstretched right hand, the bedroom rolls out beneath her. Her right arm reaches up and forward toward the lens, the phone gripped in her fingers, and her thumb rests poised over the shutter; the forearm is foreshortened into a thick sleeve of red fabric at the top of the frame. Her left arm hangs down and slightly out, fingers curled loosely and nails painted glossy black catching a thin highlight, elbow bent just enough that the hand floats clear of the red dress. She stands with her weight sunk into her right hip, left knee softened and turned inward, left toe braced behind the right heel on the pale floor. The red dress drops from her shoulders in loose folds to just above her knees, its fabric creased where her hips shift; ruffled white knee socks bunch at the tops of her calves, and her bare feet press flat with the toes gripping slightly. Her head tips down and to her left, chin tucked toward her collarbone, so the beret's brim cuts a soft diagonal across her forehead; the round glasses sit low and one lens holds a tiny curved reflection of the window. Her look slides off to the lower left, away from the lens, eyelids heavy with faint dark bags beneath the purple irises, her mouth pulled into a small awkward smile with the tips of her fangs just showing past her lip. Her skin is green and darker toward the temples and under the jaw, warming to a lighter green across the cheeks and the small swell of her chest. Loose beige waves hang around her face and shoulders, and the low pigtails fall forward over her collarbones, their red ribbons loose and one tail skimming the heart-shaped choker at her throat. The bed sits behind and to her right: white sheets pulled into rumpled ridges, two pillows dented where her knees were, and scattered rose petals lying curled across the folds and fallen in a few loose arcs on the floor. A wine bottle stands upright on the floor by the bed's corner with a half-full glass beside it, the dark red liquid sitting still and one faint drip staining the glass's outer wall. Behind the bed the window frames a deep night sky packed with stars, the glass cold and dark, and the room's only light comes from a small lamp off-frame to her left, laying a warm gold wash down her left cheek, her shoulder, and the top of the sheets while the right side of her face and the far side of the bed drop into soft shadow; her own shadow stretches long and slightly askew across the bedspread, and the phone's dark screen throws a second, faint cool glow up onto her chin and the underside of her glasses. A quiet, sheepish, tender embarrassment.
Seth Emmanuel Rosendo Brito
1girl, solo, goblin girl, green skin, pointed ears, small fangs, loli, petite, skinny body, slim, small breasts, beige hair, medium hair, wavy hair, loose free hair, low pigtails, red ribbons, purple eyes, bags under eyes, black beret, round glasses, heart choker, black painted nails, red dress, ruffled knee socks, full body, standing, selfie, arm outstretched, holding phone, ashamed, blush, looking away, half-closed eyes, nervous smile, bedroom, bed, white sheets, pillows, window, night, starry sky, rose petals, wine, wine glass, wine bottle, from above, dutch angle, foreshortening, soft lighting, glossy finish, intimate,
Seen from above and tilted a few degrees off true, the camera held high in her own outstretched right hand, the bedroom rolls out beneath her. Her right arm reaches up and forward toward the lens, the phone gripped in her fingers, and her thumb rests poised over the shutter; the forearm is foreshortened into a thick sleeve of red fabric at the top of the frame. Her left arm hangs down and slightly out, fingers curled loosely and nails painted glossy black catching a thin highlight, elbow bent just enough that the hand floats clear of the red dress. She stands with her weight sunk into her right hip, left knee softened and turned inward, left toe braced behind the right heel on the pale floor. The red dress drops from her shoulders in loose folds to just above her knees, its fabric creased where her hips shift; ruffled white knee socks bunch at the tops of her calves, and her bare feet press flat with the toes gripping slightly. Her head tips down and to her left, chin tucked toward her collarbone, so the beret's brim cuts a soft diagonal across her forehead; the round glasses sit low and one lens holds a tiny curved reflection of the window. Her look slides off to the lower left, away from the lens, eyelids heavy with faint dark bags beneath the purple irises, her mouth pulled into a small awkward smile with the tips of her fangs just showing past her lip. Her skin is green and darker toward the temples and under the jaw, warming to a lighter green across the cheeks and the small swell of her chest. Loose beige waves hang around her face and shoulders, and the low pigtails fall forward over her collarbones, their red ribbons loose and one tail skimming the heart-shaped choker at her throat. The bed sits behind and to her right: white sheets pulled into rumpled ridges, two pillows dented where her knees were, and scattered rose petals lying curled across the folds and fallen in a few loose arcs on the floor. A wine bottle stands upright on the floor by the bed's corner with a half-full glass beside it, the dark red liquid sitting still and one faint drip staining the glass's outer wall. Behind the bed the window frames a deep night sky packed with stars, the glass cold and dark, and the room's only light comes from a small lamp off-frame to her left, laying a warm gold wash down her left cheek, her shoulder, and the top of the sheets while the right side of her face and the far side of the bed drop into soft shadow; her own shadow stretches long and slightly askew across the bedspread, and the phone's dark screen throws a second, faint cool glow up onto her chin and the underside of her glasses. A quiet, sheepish, tender embarrassment.
Seth Emmanuel Rosendo Brito
1girl, solo, goblin girl, green skin, pointed ears, small fangs, loli, petite, skinny body, slim, small breasts, beige hair, medium hair, wavy hair, loose free hair, low pigtails, red ribbons, purple eyes, bags under eyes, black beret, round glasses, heart choker, black painted nails, red dress, ruffled knee socks, full body, standing, selfie, arm outstretched, holding phone, ashamed, blush, looking away, half-closed eyes, nervous smile, bedroom, bed, white sheets, pillows, window, night, starry sky, rose petals, wine, wine glass, wine bottle, from above, dutch angle, foreshortening, soft lighting, glossy finish, intimate,
Seen from above and tilted a few degrees off true, the camera held high in her own outstretched right hand, the bedroom rolls out beneath her. Her right arm reaches up and forward toward the lens, the phone gripped in her fingers, and her thumb rests poised over the shutter; the forearm is foreshortened into a thick sleeve of red fabric at the top of the frame. Her left arm hangs down and slightly out, fingers curled loosely and nails painted glossy black catching a thin highlight, elbow bent just enough that the hand floats clear of the red dress. She stands with her weight sunk into her right hip, left knee softened and turned inward, left toe braced behind the right heel on the pale floor. The red dress drops from her shoulders in loose folds to just above her knees, its fabric creased where her hips shift; ruffled white knee socks bunch at the tops of her calves, and her bare feet press flat with the toes gripping slightly. Her head tips down and to her left, chin tucked toward her collarbone, so the beret's brim cuts a soft diagonal across her forehead; the round glasses sit low and one lens holds a tiny curved reflection of the window. Her look slides off to the lower left, away from the lens, eyelids heavy with faint dark bags beneath the purple irises, her mouth pulled into a small awkward smile with the tips of her fangs just showing past her lip. Her skin is green and darker toward the temples and under the jaw, warming to a lighter green across the cheeks and the small swell of her chest. Loose beige waves hang around her face and shoulders, and the low pigtails fall forward over her collarbones, their red ribbons loose and one tail skimming the heart-shaped choker at her throat. The bed sits behind and to her right: white sheets pulled into rumpled ridges, two pillows dented where her knees were, and scattered rose petals lying curled across the folds and fallen in a few loose arcs on the floor. A wine bottle stands upright on the floor by the bed's corner with a half-full glass beside it, the dark red liquid sitting still and one faint drip staining the glass's outer wall. Behind the bed the window frames a deep night sky packed with stars, the glass cold and dark, and the room's only light comes from a small lamp off-frame to her left, laying a warm gold wash down her left cheek, her shoulder, and the top of the sheets while the right side of her face and the far side of the bed drop into soft shadow; her own shadow stretches long and slightly askew across the bedspread, and the phone's dark screen throws a second, faint cool glow up onto her chin and the underside of her glasses. A quiet, sheepish, tender embarrassment.
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