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character: kurokawa_akane 2 girls, yuri, hug from behind, back hug, kiss on cheek, cheek kiss, standing, sighing, sad, blush, tall woman, ugly woman, tall, mature female, enormous breasts, long hair, bangs, swept bangs, hair between eyes, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair, blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, rococo style, red and white dress, overly ornate tacky dress, overdecorated, excessive lace, excessive ruffles, excessive bows, too many bows, ridiculous ornaments, glitter fabric, sequins, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, fur dress, fur trim, long black coat, fur coat, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, full body, from side, dutch angle, dim ballroom, chandelier light, ((tall woman)), ((ugly woman)), (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))), ((((fur coat)))) From a low three-quarter side angle that tilts slightly off level, two women stand on the scuffed parquet of a dim, cavernous ballroom. The nearer woman, taller by a head and broad-shouldered, is a gaunt, long-faced woman with a heavy jaw, a hooked nose and shadowed eyes — ((ugly woman)), unmistakably ((tall woman)), her height exaggerated by the low camera. She stands planted behind a shorter woman, her arms wrapped around her from behind: her chin rests at the shorter woman's temple, her forearms clamp across her collarbones, her hands clasped flat over her sternum. Her lips are pressed to the shorter woman's left cheek, and her shut eyes and tightened mouth press a soft dent into the flesh. She is draped in a coat of grey-brown fur, its guard hairs catching the light wherever they curve upward. The shorter woman — Akane — stands sagging under the embrace, her weight slumped onto her right hip, her shoulders curled forward inside her coat. Her hair is a long gradient that starts black at the scalp and spills into deep blue at the ends, a full set of bangs sweeping across her forehead and a strand falling between her eyes; her eyes are open only halfway, one blue, one green, with faint star-shaped pupils catching the chandelier light. Her brows tilt up at the inner ends, her blush an edged flush across nose and cheeks, her lips parted on a long exhaled breath, a small puff of air past her teeth. Her own arms hang limp at her sides, the fingers barely curled, her colossal ring dragging the hand slightly downward. She is looking at nothing in the middle distance, off past the frame's left edge, and her downturn is mirrored by the droop of the taller woman's shoulders against her. Over the dress Akane wears a coat of long black wool, its collar turned up, its hem breaking at her mid-calf and parting wide at the front: (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))). Beneath and spilling out of it, the dress is red and white in loud panels, rococo in silhouette and ridiculous in degree — a puffed, enormous, floor-swallowing skirt that flares wider than her reach, its white underlayer showing where the red overskirts split. Lace stands in flat stiff tiers at the cuffs and collar, ruffles crowd every seam, ribbons are tied and retied until they read as clutter, and sequins and glitter threads throw scattered pinpricks of light wherever the fabric turns. The ensemble is finished with fur: a coat of ((((fur coat)))) worn over the wool, ticking out at the cuffs, and hem and collar edged in fur dress trim. At her throat a diamond collar lies against the skin above the coat's lapel, its stones bending with her sighing breath. Above it, a small tiara is set back behind her bangs. At the ears, colossal earrings hang in tiers almost to the jaw; at both wrists, colossal bracelets clink loosely over the cuffs; and on her right hand the colossal engagement ring rides so heavy that the finger angles off to the side. All the jewels flash with the same cold white source. Above and behind, a single chandelier provides the only light; it hangs out of frame at upper right, so its brightness rakes from the right side — the right of the taller woman's face is lit and the left is in deep shadow, the earring facets throwing tiny caustics down onto the collar, and across the floor the two merged silhouettes stretch away, soft-edged and long. The room beyond them drops into absolute darkness, and the air smells of dust and old velvet. Overloaded, quietly miserable.
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1 girl,akane kurokawa, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, blue eyes, green eyes, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair,enormous breasts,rococo style,colossal earrings,colossal engagement ring, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt,long skirt oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins,ridicolus ornaments in dress,red and white dress,(((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))),((((fur coat)))),fur dress,sad,colossal engagement ring,colossal bracelets,tiara,blush,la mujer esta suspirando,la mujer esta de pie,diamond collar,1 woman,((tall woman)),((ugly woman)),hug from behind,kiss cheek,woman hug,yuri
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1man, 2girls? no — 2 subjects total, standing, tall man, ugly man, kiss on the lips, brutal forced kiss, man kissing woman with malice, sad, blush, sighing, long hair, bangs, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair, blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, rococo style, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated dress, puffy skirt, huge long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, ridiculous ornaments, red and white dress, black fur coat over dress, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, diamond collar, tiara, from side, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dutch angle, profile, A low three-quarter view from slightly below, tilted a few degrees off level, catches both figures from the hips up, the man on the left and the woman on the right of a wide, empty ballroom floor that recedes into blackness behind them. She stands with her weight sunk into her right hip, left knee bent, shoulders dropped forward, the enormous puffy skirt of the red and white rococo dress ballooning out around her legs and pooling a full arm's length across the floor — the skirt so oversized it dominates the lower half of the frame, layered in tier upon tier of white lace and red ruffles, crowded with too many bows to count, bristling with sequins and ridiculous ornaments and embroidered rosettes and dangling glass beads that catch the light like scattered gravel on the glitter fabric. A black fur coat is thrown over the dress and hangs open off her shoulders, the fur swallowing her upper arms. Her long black-and-blue gradient hair falls past her waist, the black at the crown bleeding into deep cobalt at the tips, blunt bangs cut straight across her brow, and she wears a small glittering tiara set back in the crown of her hair. Her ears drag down under colossal hoop earrings the size of her palm, the lobes pulled visibly long by the weight; oversized bracelets stack and clatter at both wrists, and a colossal engagement ring sits on her left hand, a stone like a knuckled egg that makes her finger look thin. A wide diamond collar rings her throat, each stone set in silver, the lowest point resting in the hollow of her collarbone. Her eyes — the left blue, the right green, both with star-shaped pupils — are wide open and glistening, fixed on nothing, staring past the man's shoulder into empty air. Her cheeks are flushed deep red; her mouth is pushed forward and pressed shut by the man's lips, her jaw slack under the pressure, her chin tipped up and twisted slightly away. One breath escapes from her nose, the fine hairs at her temple stirring faintly. The man is much taller than she is, his head bent down to hers, shoulders hunched forward to close the difference, one hand clamped hard on her upper arm and gripping a fistful of fur coat and sleeve, the other hand splayed at the small of her back and crushing her forward against him, the puffy skirt compressed where her body is pressed against his knee. His face is heavy and coarse — a broad bulbous nose, thick uneven brows, a wide mouth wet with saliva, small deep-set eyes, jowls and a coarse shadow of stubble — and his lips are mashed down over hers, his head turned and working at the kiss, a strong malicious satisfaction folded into the grimace of his pressed-together face. His coat is dark, his posture ugly and proprietary; he says nothing and looks only at her mouth. Light comes from a single high candelabra off frame to the right and slightly behind her, dropping a warm gold rim on her tiara, the crown of her hair, and the tops of the ruffled skirt, and throwing long hard-edged shadow of both bodies off across the polished floor to the left. The rest of the ballroom is dark, swallowed up beyond the skirt's flare. Palette: red, white and black, sequin-glitter silver, the man's coat reduced to black, skin tones warm against the cold dark. His thumb clenches a fold in her sleeve; the fur fibres squeeze into a pale crease where his fingers grip the coat collar; her enormous skirt stays unpressed except where his leg dents it. Cold, sad, sick with ornament.
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character: kurokawa_akane 2girls, 1girl, 1man, tall man, ugly man, man from behind, man grabbing woman's shoulders, hands on another's shoulders, from behind, long hair, bangs, hair between eyes, swept bangs, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair, two-tone hair, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, rococo style, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, ridiculous ornaments, red and white dress, (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))), ((((fur coat)))), fur trim, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, blush, sad, sighing, standing, woman standing, close-up, dutch angle, depth of field, Composed at a slight dutch angle in a medium close-up that crops the woman at mid-thigh, the frame is split between two depths: she faces the camera in the near plane while the man stands squarely behind her, his back to the lens so that only his broad shoulders, the back of his thick neck and the shaggy back of his head are visible, and his height carries his chin above the top of her tiara. He grips both of her shoulders from behind, one thick hand on each shoulder, fingers digging into the fur of her coat and the white lace beneath, thumbs pressed in above her collarbone; his bulk occludes the far wall entirely, and her long black fur coat bunches and rides up where his palms compress it, the black fur springing into tufts around his knuckles. Beyond them the environment is a bare, dim interior: a seamless deep-plum wall, a strip of parquet floor at the lowest edge of frame, nothing else admitted, the entire detail budget spent on the two figures and the costume. She is caught mid-sigh: chest lifted high on a slow inhale of the enormous bust, then shoulders dropping under his grip, lips parted on the exhaled breath, jaw slack, eyes half-lidded and cast down and to her left away from him and away from the lens, a wet gleam along the lower lid, brows drawn up at the inner ends. Deep blush sits high on both cheeks, warm and uneven. Her head is tilted slightly back and turned minutely over her left shoulder without meeting his hidden face. Her hands hang at her sides, the colossal engagement ring on her left ring finger dragging that hand down a little lower than the right, both colossal bracelets stacked heavy on her wrists, the diamond collar a band of cold white light at her throat above the endless lace of the neckline. Her hair falls long past the puffy shoulders of the dress, black at the crown and bleeding into deep blue at the ends in a smooth gradient, straight bangs squared across her forehead with a lock between her eyes; the tiara is pinned back among the bangs, its stones catching the light. Beneath the open black fur coat the dress is a catastrophe of ornament: red and white satin swollen into a huge puffy skirt that spreads to both edges of the frame, layer after layer of white lace in excessive cascades, ruffles stacked into ridiculous tiers, bows knotted everywhere a bow could be knotted, sequins and glitter fabric scattered across the red panels so that the whole costume throws back light in scattered points, and at the hem, absurd little ornaments dangle. Through the front of the dress enormous breasts push up and out, straining the ornate bodice and the lace trim across it, the fabric dimpling under the strain. Colossal earrings swing from both earlobes, heavy enough to pull the lobes down. Light comes from a single hard low-key source, high and to camera left: it rakes the woman's face and the glittered front of the dress, rims the fur coat in pale grey where the nap faces the light, and leaves the entire back of the man in silhouette so that his turned-away bulk is a dark shape with only the edges of his shoulders picked out; the shadow he casts falls across her left side and the wall behind her, and the undersides of the fur and the ruffles go deep black. The palette holds red, white, black fur, blue-black hair, and the plum wall, nothing else admitted. She does not pull away; his fingers stay clamped, and the two bodies read as heavy and still. Quietly miserable.
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1oldwoman, 2girls, tall woman, gigantic woman, ugly old woman, kidnapping, (((carrying princess style))), long hair, bangs, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair, blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, enormous breasts, rococo style, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, ridiculous dress ornaments, red and white dress, fur dress, sad expression, humiliated, not enjoying it, blush, tiara, diamond collar, colossal earrings, colossal bracelets, colossal engagement ring, woman frightening the girl, low angle, from below, dutch angle, scared expression, trembling, held up, carrying, arms supporting back and legs, ornate hall, from below, dramatic lighting, Shot from a low angle tilted into a slight dutch cant, so the two figures tower over the viewer and the hall's ceiling vaults out of frame. In the foreground the girl is hoisted off her feet: the old woman's forearms are locked under the girl's back and the crook of her knees, one huge hand spread across the girl's shoulder blades, the other gripping her calf just above the ankle. The girl's enormous chest pushes forward against the bodice as her spine arches back over the woman's arms, both of her hands clamped on the woman's forearm with white knuckles, one leg dangling with the huge puffy skirt collapsing downward in a heavy fall of fabric, sequins scattering the light. Her long black-and-blue gradient hair with straight bangs spills backward over the woman's arm in a slow weightless swing; blush burns across her cheeks, her blue-and-green eyes are wide and wet, brows pinched, mouth a small trembling line, gaze fixed down and away from the old woman's face. Behind her the old woman stands immense, dwarfing the girl by a full head and shoulders, ugly heavy-jawed face pushed close to the girl's ear, one eye squinting in cruel delight, lips peeled back in a toothy fright-making grin, gaze lasered onto the girl to drink in the fear. Her colossal earrings and bracelets catch hard glints, the diamond collar ringing her throat cold and bright. The girl wears a red-and-white rococo gown gone rotten with excess: lace frothing out of every seam, ruffles stacked in tiers, bows clustered so thickly they crowd the shoulders and waist, a fur collar molting over the neckline, glitter fabric and sequins firing light in all directions, ridiculous ornaments dangling from the bodice, the puffy skirt ballooning out in a colossal bell. A tiara skews on her head; a colossal engagement ring rides her finger. Light from a high fractured window strikes down and to the left, catching the sequins, the diamonds and the girl's wet eyes, leaving deep shadows under the woman's jaw and in the folds of the skirt. Palette locked to red, white, cold diamond silver and the girl's blue-black hair, everything steeped in the hall's amber gloom. The woman's slow lift makes the girl's dangling foot skim the floor; the skirt trails a hand's breadth above the marble, its shadow a huge dark bloom beneath them. Quiet dread.
Aizeth Lomardi
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1boy, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair, hair between eyes, swept bangs, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, rococo style, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, blush, sad, crying, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, fur trim, ridiculous ornaments, red and white dress, ugly man, tall man, kidnapping, grabbed wrist, pulling, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, depth of field, looking at viewer, terrified, clenched teeth, wide-eyed, Low dutch angle, camera tilted so the whole hall leans, boy's-eye view up from knee height: the tall man fills the right two-thirds of the frame as a looming wedge, and the girl is dragged off-balance toward camera-left. He is gaunt and ugly — long lopsided jaw, broken crooked nose, heavy brow shadowing deep-set small eyes, bad uneven teeth bared in a grin, greasy lank hair sticking to his forehead, stubble, stooped shoulders in a plain threadbare dark traveling coat with the collar turned up, sleeves too short on his long arms. His huge bony right hand clamps all the way around her left wrist and forearm, thumb pressed into the inside of the wrist, knuckles whitening, lifting her arm high; his left hand fists the lace at her shoulder, bunching the fabric and hauling her sideways so her weight tips onto the outside edge of her left foot, right foot skidding, right toe trailing, body arcing away from him in a long counter-curve. She is drawn taller and softer than him, thrown forward into the tilt: chin pulled back and down, brows drawn up in the middle, one tear cutting a clean line through the blush high on her cheek and dropping free of her jaw, lower lip trembling under clenched teeth, mouth open in a small soundless shape. Her gaze is locked up into his face, and his eyes are angled down at her, so the two eyelines meet across the gap. Her free right hand is flung out to the side with fingers splayed, the colossal engagement ring a fat blazing rock that catches the light. Her hair is the loudest thing in the frame: long, falling past her hips, a gradient running from near-black at the crown and bangs into deep blue at the lengths, with a blue-black layered fringe cut straight across the brow, longer strands between her eyes, and one heavy swept section across the left brow. Eyes mismatched — the left one blue, the right one green — with faint star-shaped highlights in the pupils. Colossal jeweled earrings hang from both ears, long as her neck, swinging out on their own momentum; colossal bracelets stack up both forearms and clatter against the diamond collar, a rigid band of packed white stones ringing her throat above the fur. The dress is a catastrophe of excess: red and white rococo, boned bodice crusted with sequins over glitter-shot fabric, white lace foaming in three tiers at the neckline and cuffs, ruffles stacked so thick the seams disappear, bows knotted at the shoulder, the waist, the hip and the back — too many to count — plus ridiculous ornaments: enamel medallions, paste jewels, a little gilt bird, dangling ribbons, all of it crowding the bodice. A band of pale fur wraps the neckline and the hem edges. The skirt is enormous, puffed and boned out on hidden supports into a huge bell wider than she is tall, sweeping a long arc out of the bottom of the frame, quilted white and red panels, white fur along the hem, lace and sequins and bows piled on every visible tier. A small tiara sits pushed forward on her crown, one point snagging a lock of hair. The setting is a dim baroque hall: parquet floor running away under the tilted horizon, a row of gilded pilasters and a tall window receding into soft shadow behind them, all of it blurred by shallow depth of field. A single cold shaft of window light drives in from the upper left, striking the left side of her face, igniting the sequins, the latex sheen of the glitter fabric and the facets of the ring and earrings, and leaving his face in half-shadow on the right, rimmed only along the nose and brow. Cold blue-grey shadows, hot red and white and gold on her — nothing else admitted. The fur hem drags a fresh skid-mark in the floor dust where her foot has slipped; her hair and the earrings still carry the momentum of the pull in the opposite direction to the drag. Grim, garish, and sad.
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