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Lillie

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character: lillie_(pokemon) 1girl, solo, lillie_(pokemon), blonde hair, long hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body underwear, white latex long gloves, white one-piece dress, dress worn open over the latex bodysuit, glossy skin, shiny latex, covered in paint, paint on face, paint on hair, paint on clothes, paint splatter, tongue out, smile, crazed expression, ahegao, half-closed eyes, rolling eyes, blush, :d, tongue, gao pose, paw pose, both hands raised in claws, claws up, upper body, close-up, cowboy shot, from below, looking at viewer, dutch angle, art classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, paintbrushes, wooden floor, messy art room, human canvas, standing, leaning back, head tilted back, arms up, dynamic pose, The shot is a low-angle upper-body close-up seen from slightly below, tilted a few degrees into a dutch angle, so the girl looms over the lens: both arms are flung up and out beside her head in a rawr claw pose, elbows bent, white latex-gloved fingers curled into claws at cheek height, palms facing forward, the glossy white rubber catching a hard highlight along each curled finger. Her weight is rocked back onto her right hip, her left shoulder dropped forward toward the camera, chin tipped up and back so her throat is a bare glossy curve, tongue thrust out flat and far past her lower lip, mouth wide in a grin so the upper teeth show, eyes half-lidded and slid to one side with the pupils almost lost under the upper lids, one brow hitched high, cheeks flushed dark. Her blonde hair still falls in two long braids with blunt bangs across her forehead, but the braids are streaked and clumped with wet paint, one braid stuck to the side of her neck, the bangs spiked where pigment has dried. The white one-piece dress is open and shoved off both shoulders, bunched and sliding down her upper arms, its white cotton completely contradicted by the black latex full-body underwear that sheathes her torso from collarbone to hip in one seamless glossy skin-tight layer, the latex drawn taut over her chest and ribs and shining hard along every ridge. The white latex long gloves run past her elbows, their cuffs gripping the black latex of her upper arms, the two glossies butting against each other in a bright seam. Paint is everywhere and it is the room's evidence: broad smeared handprints dragged down her latex-covered flank, a thumb-streak across her right cheekbone, a fat dribble of red running from her jaw down her neck and pooling in the hollow of her throat, spatter freckling her gloves, her braids and the stretched white cotton of the dress. The wet paint on the latex sits as raised beads with pinprick highlights that break the reflected shapes behind them into distorted fragments, the only place in the image where reflections are not clean. Behind her the art classroom is close and cluttered: a heavy wooden easel just off her left shoulder, a canvas propped at an angle with its back to the lens, jars of cloudy water and squeezed paint tubes crowding a paint-flecked table, brushes standing bristle-up, and further back the blurred white planes of other canvases and the tall grey window wall. The key light comes from that window at the upper left, cold and diffuse, striking the left side of her face and her left glove and sliding down the black latex in a long broken sheen; the right side of her body falls into a warm dim shadow lit only by the dull bounce off the wooden floor, and her cast shadow drops long and soft across the planks toward the lower right. Palette held to black, white, flushed skin, and the red and ochre of the paint. Vivid, unhinged, playfully filthy.
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リーリエ、黒ラテックスの全身インナー、がおー、上半身アップ、白ラテックスの長手袋、変態の顔、白いワンピースの私服、笑顔、美術室、人間キャンパス、絵の具まみれ、舌を突き出す、光沢の強い肌、光沢の強いラテックス
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character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#Pokémon#Pokémon Sun and Moon
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#Pokémon#Pokémon Sun and Moon
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#Pokémon#Pokémon Sun and Moon
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
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