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Hoshimi Miyabi, Zenless Zone Zero

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character: hoshimi_miyabi, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 1girl, 1boy, 2girls? no — 1girl 1boy, hoshimi_miyabi, black_hair, long_hair, blunt_bangs, sidelocks, red_eyes, animal_ears, fox_ears, animal_ear_fluff, tight white pink gold hero suit, highleg leotard, gold trim patterns, cleavage cutout, navel cutout, bare thighs, silver hero bracelet, no gloves, bare arms, from front, close-up, upper body, thighs cropped at frame bottom, head tilted back, face raised upward, one eye closed, furrowed brow, half-closed eye, weak pained expression, limp body, twitching, trembling, gasping, open mouth, sweat, blush, invisible male phantom, semi-transparent male silhouette, arm reaching from behind, hand gripping right breast, energy drain, glowing energy stream along his arm, his face beside her face, leaning in from side, sideways glance, looking back, speech bubble, cinematic dark abandoned factory, dark industrial interior, broken machinery, dust motes, low-key lighting, flat cel-shading, clean linework, spoken_heart, heavy_breathing, trembling, sweat, motion_lines Shot straight from the front, close and tight, framed from the thighs up: the bottom edge of the picture cuts across her upper thighs, and nothing below them exists in the frame. Hoshimi Miyabi fills the center-left, her long black hair swinging loose and disheveled, blunt bangs pushed aside in damp strands, her black-furred fox ears standing up and the pale fluff at their bases ruffled by the jolt of her body; her red eyes are mismatched in state — the left one squeezed shut, the right one forced half open, glancing weakly back over her own shoulder toward the man behind her. Her brow is deeply furrowed, her mouth fallen open on a gasp, a shine of sweat along her cheek and throat, a faint flush high on her face. Her spine is slack, shoulders dropped, weight sagging back off her heels into the body behind her, arms hanging limp with the fingers loose and curled, her whole frame caught mid-shudder. The male phantom stands directly behind her, his body rendered as a semi-transparent ghost of himself — pale outlines, colorless translucent mass through which the factory's dark girders and her hair read faintly — and his face leans in at her right side from behind, close enough that their cheeks nearly touch inside the frame. His right arm comes around her body from behind, forearm crossing over hers, the hand closed hard over her right breast through the cutout of the suit, and the fabric there compresses and drags under his grip. From the seam where his palm meets her chest a stream of pale gold energy runs up along his forearm and shoulder in bright threads, the light of it spilling a thin glow onto her collarbone, the underside of her jaw and the gold pattern of her suit while the rest of the scene stays in cold shadowless dark. Her suit is a tight high-leg leotard in white, pink and gold, glossy and form-fitting, its panels edged with scrollwork gold patterns and a silver hero bracelet banded around her left wrist; a hole opens at the cleavage and another over her navel, the bare skin at each cutout drawn taut. Above and behind them the abandoned factory is a cavern of black girders, rusted catwalks and dead machinery stacked back into the gloom, dust drifting in a single thin shaft of light from a broken high window that reaches only the near edges of her hair and shoulder. A jagged speech bubble beside the phantom's face, lettered in bold hand-drawn Japanese, reads "油断したな"; a smaller bubble by her own mouth, its lettering shaky and thin, reads "うっ････くっ････"; a tiny hand-drawn heart floats in a small bubble beside her cheek. Palette of cold charcoal and rust browns against the white-pink-gold of the suit and the single gold thread of draining energy; flat cel-shading, clean linework. Dark, breathless, undone.
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暗い廃工場の中で胸の谷間のところに穴が空いていてへそのところに穴が空いていて銀のヒーローブレスレットをつけた太ももを露出したハイレグの白とピンクと金のぴちぴちの金の模様が入ったゴージャスな上品なエロいヒーロースーツを着た星見雅(ゼンレスゾーンゼロ)が透明になれる男の怪人と戦っていて怪人が透明になって急に後ろから右おっぱいを掴まれて右おっぱいから怪人の腕を伝ってエネルギーを吸い取られて男の怪人が「油断したな」と言って怪人が横から星見雅の顔を覗かせて星見雅が「うっ････くっ････」と言って顔を上に上げて体をだらんとさせて片目を閉じて眉をひそめて片目で弱々しく後ろにいる怪人を見て弱々しい表情で体をびくんびくんさせて喘ぐ,正面から映す,近づいて映す,太ももから上を映す,太ももから下は映さない,怪人と星見雅の顔を近づいて映す,アニメ調にする
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character: hoshimi_miyabi, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 1girl, 1boy, 2girls? no — 1girl 1boy, hoshimi_miyabi, black_hair, long_hair, blunt_bangs, sidelocks, red_eyes, animal_ears, fox_ears, animal_ear_fluff, tight white pink gold hero suit, highleg leotard, gold trim patterns, cleavage cutout, navel cutout, bare thighs, silver hero bracelet, no gloves, bare arms, from front, close-up, upper body, thighs cropped at frame bottom, head tilted back, face raised upward, one eye closed, furrowed brow, half-closed eye, weak pained expression, limp body, twitching, trembling, gasping, open mouth, sweat, blush, invisible male phantom, semi-transparent male silhouette, arm reaching from behind, hand gripping right breast, energy drain, glowing energy stream along his arm, his face beside her face, leaning in from side, sideways glance, looking back, speech bubble, cinematic dark abandoned factory, dark industrial interior, broken machinery, dust motes, low-key lighting, flat cel-shading, clean linework, spoken_heart, heavy_breathing, trembling, sweat, motion_lines Shot straight from the front, close and tight, framed from the thighs up: the bottom edge of the picture cuts across her upper thighs, and nothing below them exists in the frame. Hoshimi Miyabi fills the center-left, her long black hair swinging loose and disheveled, blunt bangs pushed aside in damp strands, her black-furred fox ears standing up and the pale fluff at their bases ruffled by the jolt of her body; her red eyes are mismatched in state — the left one squeezed shut, the right one forced half open, glancing weakly back over her own shoulder toward the man behind her. Her brow is deeply furrowed, her mouth fallen open on a gasp, a shine of sweat along her cheek and throat, a faint flush high on her face. Her spine is slack, shoulders dropped, weight sagging back off her heels into the body behind her, arms hanging limp with the fingers loose and curled, her whole frame caught mid-shudder. The male phantom stands directly behind her, his body rendered as a semi-transparent ghost of himself — pale outlines, colorless translucent mass through which the factory's dark girders and her hair read faintly — and his face leans in at her right side from behind, close enough that their cheeks nearly touch inside the frame. His right arm comes around her body from behind, forearm crossing over hers, the hand closed hard over her right breast through the cutout of the suit, and the fabric there compresses and drags under his grip. From the seam where his palm meets her chest a stream of pale gold energy runs up along his forearm and shoulder in bright threads, the light of it spilling a thin glow onto her collarbone, the underside of her jaw and the gold pattern of her suit while the rest of the scene stays in cold shadowless dark. Her suit is a tight high-leg leotard in white, pink and gold, glossy and form-fitting, its panels edged with scrollwork gold patterns and a silver hero bracelet banded around her left wrist; a hole opens at the cleavage and another over her navel, the bare skin at each cutout drawn taut. Above and behind them the abandoned factory is a cavern of black girders, rusted catwalks and dead machinery stacked back into the gloom, dust drifting in a single thin shaft of light from a broken high window that reaches only the near edges of her hair and shoulder. A jagged speech bubble beside the phantom's face, lettered in bold hand-drawn Japanese, reads "油断したな"; a smaller bubble by her own mouth, its lettering shaky and thin, reads "うっ････くっ････"; a tiny hand-drawn heart floats in a small bubble beside her cheek. Palette of cold charcoal and rust browns against the white-pink-gold of the suit and the single gold thread of draining energy; flat cel-shading, clean linework. Dark, breathless, undone.
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character: hoshimi_miyabi, copyright: zenless_zone_zero 1girl, 1boy, 2girls? no — 1girl 1boy, hoshimi_miyabi, black_hair, long_hair, blunt_bangs, sidelocks, red_eyes, animal_ears, fox_ears, animal_ear_fluff, tight white pink gold hero suit, highleg leotard, gold trim patterns, cleavage cutout, navel cutout, bare thighs, silver hero bracelet, no gloves, bare arms, from front, close-up, upper body, thighs cropped at frame bottom, head tilted back, face raised upward, one eye closed, furrowed brow, half-closed eye, weak pained expression, limp body, twitching, trembling, gasping, open mouth, sweat, blush, invisible male phantom, semi-transparent male silhouette, arm reaching from behind, hand gripping right breast, energy drain, glowing energy stream along his arm, his face beside her face, leaning in from side, sideways glance, looking back, speech bubble, cinematic dark abandoned factory, dark industrial interior, broken machinery, dust motes, low-key lighting, flat cel-shading, clean linework, spoken_heart, heavy_breathing, trembling, sweat, motion_lines Shot straight from the front, close and tight, framed from the thighs up: the bottom edge of the picture cuts across her upper thighs, and nothing below them exists in the frame. Hoshimi Miyabi fills the center-left, her long black hair swinging loose and disheveled, blunt bangs pushed aside in damp strands, her black-furred fox ears standing up and the pale fluff at their bases ruffled by the jolt of her body; her red eyes are mismatched in state — the left one squeezed shut, the right one forced half open, glancing weakly back over her own shoulder toward the man behind her. Her brow is deeply furrowed, her mouth fallen open on a gasp, a shine of sweat along her cheek and throat, a faint flush high on her face. Her spine is slack, shoulders dropped, weight sagging back off her heels into the body behind her, arms hanging limp with the fingers loose and curled, her whole frame caught mid-shudder. The male phantom stands directly behind her, his body rendered as a semi-transparent ghost of himself — pale outlines, colorless translucent mass through which the factory's dark girders and her hair read faintly — and his face leans in at her right side from behind, close enough that their cheeks nearly touch inside the frame. His right arm comes around her body from behind, forearm crossing over hers, the hand closed hard over her right breast through the cutout of the suit, and the fabric there compresses and drags under his grip. From the seam where his palm meets her chest a stream of pale gold energy runs up along his forearm and shoulder in bright threads, the light of it spilling a thin glow onto her collarbone, the underside of her jaw and the gold pattern of her suit while the rest of the scene stays in cold shadowless dark. Her suit is a tight high-leg leotard in white, pink and gold, glossy and form-fitting, its panels edged with scrollwork gold patterns and a silver hero bracelet banded around her left wrist; a hole opens at the cleavage and another over her navel, the bare skin at each cutout drawn taut. Above and behind them the abandoned factory is a cavern of black girders, rusted catwalks and dead machinery stacked back into the gloom, dust drifting in a single thin shaft of light from a broken high window that reaches only the near edges of her hair and shoulder. A jagged speech bubble beside the phantom's face, lettered in bold hand-drawn Japanese, reads "油断したな"; a smaller bubble by her own mouth, its lettering shaky and thin, reads "うっ････くっ････"; a tiny hand-drawn heart floats in a small bubble beside her cheek. Palette of cold charcoal and rust browns against the white-pink-gold of the suit and the single gold thread of draining energy; flat cel-shading, clean linework. Dark, breathless, undone.
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character: yixuan_(zenless_zone_zero), copyright: zenless_zone_zero 1girl, 1boy, male monster, 2girls?? no — 2 characters total, yixuan, long white hair, very long hair, ahoge, hair ornament, yellow eyes, mole, white pink and gold hero suit, tight-fitting bodysuit, highleg, gold trim, gold pattern, cleavage cutout, navel cutout, bare thighs, silver bracelet, silver hero bracelet, no gloves, bare hands, from front, close-up, cowboy shot, upper body focus, thighs-up framing, cropped at thighs, from behind monster, monster invisible, invisible attacker, right breast grab, breast squeeze from behind, energy drain, draining energy, glowing transfer along arm, body limp, face tilted up, head tilted back, one eye closed, furrowed brows, weak expression, half-closed eye, looking back, looking at another, trembling, twitching, panting, heavy breathing, parted lips, sweat, blush, seductive distress, speech bubble, spoken_heart, dark abandoned factory, industrial interior, dim light, silver rim light, restrained palette, tense mood, The camera sits square in front at close range, framing the two of them from the thighs up — the shot ends at her upper thighs; below the hem of the high-leg suit the frame simply closes and nothing lower is shown. Yixuan faces the lens, head thrown up and back, chin high, throat exposed and taut, her whole spine slack so her shoulders sag and her body hangs forward rather than standing. Her hair is long, white, and very long, spilling back over her shoulders and out of the frame behind her neck, loose strands sticking to her damp cheek and temple; a small hair ornament and one stray ahoge break the silhouette at the crown. Yellow eyes: the right eye is squeezed shut, lid pressed into a crease; only the left eye is open, rolled weakly sideways and back toward the figure behind her, the gaze landing on the monster's face where it presses in at her cheek. Her brows are drawn hard together above both eyes; her lips hang parted, and her chest and shoulders shudder in small, repeated twitches as her breath jerks in and out. The monster's body is invisible — it exists in the picture only as an absence in the air and as what it touches. Its right arm comes from behind and slightly to her left, wrapping around her torso to close on her right breast: the bodysuit fabric bunches and dents under the grip, the gold pattern distorting at the point of pressure, the fingers' pressure visible only as a crease of the white cloth pushed in. Along that unseen forearm, energy leaves her — a thin stream of pale gold-pink light lifting off the fabric of her right breast and running up the empty line where the arm is, converging into a small bright core at nothing, the only sign of the limb. Where the monster's arm passes her waist, her skin shows a soft red flush spreading outward from under the pressed fabric. The monster's head leans in from her right side, its face coming to within a breath of her cheek — a lean, angular male monster face with pale grey skin, a wide flat grin of needle teeth, hairless ridged brow and narrow bright eyes, tilted so it peers sideways into her upturned face at eye level. Its left hand is not shown; only the one arm and the head have presence. The factory behind them is swallowed in darkness: rusted steel columns and a broken gantry faint at the top of frame, dust hanging in a single cold shaft of light coming from high behind and left, striking the left edge of her face, her bare thigh and the outer curve of her shoulder in a hard silver rim, leaving her front and the lower half of frame in violet-black shadow. Beyond that shaft the darkness is absolute. The palette holds to three notes — white, pink and gold in the suit and the draining light, cold silver on the skin highlights, and near-black surrounds. Above and to the right of the monster's face a rounded speech bubble with a jagged tail points at its grin and reads "油断したな". Below it, at the lower left near her chin, a smaller bubble with a wavering tail reads "うっ････くっ････", its lettering slightly tilted and uneven like a faltering voice. Beside her cheek, overlapping the space between the two faces, a tiny hand-drawn heart floats in a small bubble of its own, no words in it. Her only movement is involuntary: one hand lifted uselessly at her side with fingers half-curled, the other hanging; her heels lifted slightly, weight gone forward onto the balls of her feet as her body droops. The energy stream brightens and the fabric dips under the grip, her flush deepening by one shade — the picture of a hero caught off guard. Vulnerable, electric.
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