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青い花束を抱えて

青い花を手に持つ男の子のイラストを描きました。物憂げな表情と爽やかな青色の世界観がとても気に入っています。見てくださってありがとうございます！いいねとフォロー、そしてコメントで感想を聞かせてくれると嬉しいです。また作品を投稿するのでお楽しみに！

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Published on Oct 30, 2026

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1boy, solo, male focus, bishounen, androgynous, pale skin, delicate skin, slender, fluffy hair, tousled hair, black hair, medium hair, messy bangs, bangs covering eyes, blue eyes, grey eyes, blue-grey eyes, beauty mark, beauty mark under eye, mole under eye, multiple ear piercings, silver earrings, ear piercing, black cardigan, oversized cardigan, knit cardigan, white shirt, loose shirt, layered clothes, necklace, silver necklace, dark clothes, casual, sad, downcast eyes, looking down, lowered eyelids, drooping eyebrows, melancholic, bittersweet smile, closed mouth, tear-filled eyes, tears, glossy eyes, holding, bouquet, flower bouquet, forget-me-not, blue flower, flower near mouth, hand up, slender hands, elegant hands, upper body, portrait, close-up, from above, dutch angle, floating petals, falling petals, translucent petals, sparkles, particles, mist, glowing, fog, bokeh, light particles, lens flare, moonlight, rim lighting, backlighting, blue theme, monochrome blue, cinematic lighting, depth of field, blurred background, fantasy, dreamy, no text, no logo, no watermark, centered The camera looks down at him from just above eye level, tilted a few degrees off vertical so his tilted head and the leaning line of his shoulders cut diagonally across the frame; a vertical 2:3 portrait with his face and the bouquet held dead center, the crown of his head near the upper third, his chest and the cardigan's gaping collar filling the lower half. He stands turned a quarter away from the lens, chin dipped low toward his right shoulder, so the layered messy black bangs fall forward across his brow and their longest strands slice across the soft blue-gray eyes beneath; the lashes are lowered almost shut, the eyes wet and glassy with a thin film of tears that catches the moonlight as a bright broken line along each lower lid, and the pale delicate skin under them is faintly shadowed. His eyebrows tilt up at the inner ends and pull together. His mouth is closed, corners lifted only slightly and unevenly into a fragile bittersweet smile, the lower lip faintly pressed by sorrow. A small beauty mark sits on the pale skin under his right eye, just clear of the tear shine. Multiple thin silver hoops and studs run up the outer curve of his visible ear, winking cold highlights. Both hands cradle a small bouquet at the level of his lips, several inches from his face; the slender fingers wrap the clustered green stems with natural knuckles and joints, five fingers visible on the leading hand and cleanly separated, thumb braced along the stems, and the tiny blue forget-me-not heads fan out just below his chin so a few petals brush his lower lip. The bouquet is the sharpest thing in the frame after his eyes; behind it the loose white shirt shows at the open collar above the oversized black knit cardigan, which hangs off his slender shoulders and swallows his arms in deep ribbed shadow, its cable texture catching only the edges of the light. Three delicate silver necklaces lie at different lengths on his collarbone, the lowest a fine chain with a tiny charm, all of them throwing pinpoint glints. The environment is a dreamy floral void: soft-focus sprays of blue blossoms dissolve into mist behind him, translucent forget-me-not petals drift slowly through the air at different depths, small crystalline light fragments and sparkling particles hang like dust in a shaft of light, and out-of-focus circles of luminous bokeh glow in the blurred distance -- round and soft, brightest and largest nearest the light, dimmer and smaller where they recede. All light comes from behind and slightly above him: a soft moonlight source that rims the fuzz of his hair and the cardigan's shoulder with a thin silver line, backlights the drifting petals so they read as translucent membranes rather than flat shapes, and leaves his face lit only by the dim blue bounce of the mist -- gentle, cool, without a hard cast shadow. The palette is strictly blue and silver: black held only in the hair and cardigan, white only in the shirt, every other tone a cool blue or a silver highlight, no warm hue permitted anywhere. Petals closest to the lens are soft and out of focus, those at his cheek are crisp, giving a shallow depth of field; the fine mist visibly thins the light with distance, so the flowers farthest behind him are the faintest. Quiet, heartbreaking, ethereal.

青い花束を抱えて

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