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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1boy, 2girls? no, 2 characters, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, swept bangs, hair between eyes, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair fading to blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, standing, hands tied behind back, bound wrists, sad, humiliated, blush, tears welling, not enjoying kiss, forced kiss, kissing, tall old man, old man, gigantic male, much taller than the woman, rococo style, bride day, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, red and white dress, fur dress, glitter fabric, sequins, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, ridiculous ornaments on dress, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long oversized skirt, tiara, diamond collar, colossal earrings, colossal bracelets, colossal engagement ring, from side, profile, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, dutch angle, Seen in a slightly tilted three-quarter side view, a wedding hall rendered as a shallow stage of pale marble and cold hanging light. The girl stands at the left of frame, body canted a few degrees off vertical by the dutch tilt, weight sunk into her right leg while her left knee bends inward; her shoulders are drawn back not by poise but because both wrists are lashed together behind her, forearms pressed flat to the small of her back, the cords biting a crease into the fur at her hip. The enormous skirt balloons around her, a puffy red-and-white mass of layered lace, tiered ruffles and clustered bows that pushes her silhouette far wider than her shoulders, the hem pooling on the marble and dragging back in a long train of glitter fabric that scatters sequin sparks wherever the overhead light strikes it; a ridiculous excess of ornament — sequined rosettes, ribbon knots, small jewelled charms — clusters so densely across the bodice and skirt that they read as too many to count. Over her black hair, which runs long down her back and fades from black at the crown to blue through the lengths, a cluster of sweeps her fringe across her forehead with strands falling between her eyes; a tiara sits pressed into that fringe. Her blue eye and her green eye are both open, wet along the lower lash, fixed down and away at the floor beside her hem, refusing the mouth at her lips; her cheeks are hot with blush and her lips are compressed under the kiss, chin pulled back and down, one brow knotted. A diamond collar rings her throat, colossal hoop earrings drag her lobes, colossal bracelets stack her bound wrists, and a colossal engagement ring weighs down the finger of one tied hand. The old man leans over her from the right and from a full head and shoulders above, cropped at the chest so his size reads only as mass and the downward slope of his stoop; his grey head is tilted down to take her mouth, one big-knuckled hand cupped around the back of her skull, the other braced at her far shoulder, and his beard and cheek press against the side of her face that the camera can see. His lips cover hers; hers do not answer. Cold white light falls from high above and slightly behind the pair, so the tiara, the diamond collar and the sequins throw hard pinpoint glints while the undersides of the ruffles and the hollow between their faces stay in shadow; the marble throws a single long doubled shadow backwards to the lower left. The palette is restricted to red and white on the dress, black-to-blue in her hair, grey in his, and cold silver in the jewels. Pity and humiliation.
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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,,fur dress,sad,colossal engagement ring,colossal bracelets,tiara,blush,,la mujer esta de pie,diamond collar,masterpiece,extreme quality,perfect anatomy,1 old man,tall man,man more gigantic than woman,forced kiss,la mujer no lo disfruta y esta humillada,la mujer tiene las manos atadas a la espalda,bride day
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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, 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.
Brago bloodfallen
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1old man, 2girls? no — 1girl 1boy, long hair, bangs, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair fading to blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia-tinged blue-green eyes, enormous breasts, rococo style, bride day, wedding day, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, diamond collar, tiara, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, ridiculous ornaments on dress, glitter fabric, sequins, red and white dress, fur-trimmed dress, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, blush, sad, humiliated, not enjoying it, eyes open, hands tied behind back, forced kiss, dipped backward, tall man, old man, man larger than woman, one arm around her waist, standing, dutch angle, cowboy shot, from side, The camera looks slightly up from her right side at a low dutch tilt, so the bride's sinking body slants across the frame from lower left to upper right and the old man's bulk fills the top corner of the shot. She is caught mid-dip: the old man's single arm is clamped around her waist, his big hand flat at the small of her back, pressing her spine into a backward arc so her chest lifts and her huge skirt crater out and spills toward the floor of the empty, candlelit cathedral nave. Her long black-to-blue gradient hair, bangs swept over her brow, swings down past her shoulder in loose coils, the blue ends dragging across the fur-trimmed neckline. Her head tips back into his kiss, and her eyes stay wide open, fixed hard sideways and out past the viewer's shoulder; she is not looking at him, and her blue-green irises catch the candlelight as her brows pinch upward and her mouth is pressed shut under his. The blush sits low on her cheeks. His old, bald-fringed head hides her tiara's front, but the towering silver points still flare above her hair; her colossal earrings hang low, dragging her earlobes; her colossal bracelets clank on the wrists bound behind her back with white satin cord, her forearms hidden behind her own skirt. The dress is the disaster the whole frame turns on: red and white rococo silk, sequined fabric flashing under the flames, lace frothing at every cuff and collar, ruffles stacked in tiered waterfalls, absurd bows bulging at the shoulders and hem, fur trim matted along the neckline and the high collar of the diamond choker biting her throat. The colossal engagement ring sits heavy on her bound finger behind her back. Light comes only from the tall altar candles to the right: warm gold on her cheek and his shoulder, deep shadow pooling under the huge skirt where the fabric touches the cold stone floor, a long shadow cast across the nave's worn tiles. Palette limited to blood red, cream white, candle gold and near-black shadow. Still, ornate, quietly cruel.
Eris Boreas greyrat
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1 old woman, 2girls, tall gigantic woman larger than the girl, kidnapping, one woman gripping the girl's wrist, girl being dragged, sad, humiliated, blush, not enjoying it, distressed, 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, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, ridiculous ornaments on dress, red and white dress, fur dress, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, woman standing, from below, dutch angle, foreshortening, wide shot, looking down, looking away, crying, trembling, enormous frilled skirt filling the lower frame, giant ornate hall, chandelier light, The camera looks up from floor level at a steep tilt, so both women tower over the lens and the whole frame leans; the enormous skirt of the girl floods the bottom of the picture while the old woman rises above her to the right, taller by a full head and shoulders and built like a monument. The girl stands with her weight sunk into her left hip, her right arm pulled straight out and up at an awkward diagonal: the old woman's large wrinkled hand clamps around her wrist, thumb pressed into the pulse, and that grip is the only thing holding the girl from folding in on herself. The girl's other hand is pressed flat against her own collarbone, fingers splayed, knuckles pale. Her long multicolored black-to-blue gradient hair spills over her shoulders, bangs swept across her brow, and where the light catches the strands the blue runs through the black like ink in water. Her huge puffed skirt — red and white rococo silk swollen with lace tiers, ranks of ruffles, clusters of bows and a crust of sequins that throws hard pinpricks of light — billows outward until it scrapes the frame edges, fur trim along the hem shedding loose glittering fibres that drift in the air. The enormous earrings drag her earlobes down, the tiara sits slightly crooked in her hair, the colossal bracelets slide down her forearm toward the clamped wrist, and the diamond collar glitters coldly at her throat; the colossal engagement ring weighs her hand so it hangs at an odd angle. Her face is turned three-quarters away from the old woman, chin tucked, brow pinched, lips pressed thin and trembling, a hot blush burning across both cheeks, eyes lowered to the floor with their star-shaped pupils catching a wet shine — she is not looking at her captor at all, and cannot. The old woman stands square and planted, chin lifted, cold glittering eyes fixed straight down on the girl's averted face, her mouth a flat unimpressed line, and her enormous bejewelled fingers locked around the girl's wrist leave a visible white compression in the soft skin. Her own vast gown — layered red and white lace, fur, bows stacked on bows — echoes the girl's costume one size larger, so the pair reads as a matched set and an owner and a possession. Light pours from a chandelier high above and slightly behind the camera's subject line, so it falls on the tops of the tiara, the ring, the bracelets and the sequins, while the undersides of the skirt frills and the space under the old woman's jaw sink into warm shadow; the girl's cast shadow is long and trapped beneath the enormous skirt. The palette is red, white, and warm gold against a deep shadowed hall, with blue and black confined to the girl's hair and the cold fire of the diamonds. Glitter dust hangs visibly in the beam, marking how still the moment is. Quiet dread, humiliated.
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