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Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha

AI art by 白武遼 on PixAI. Tags: Squall Leonhart, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy. Made with Tsubaki.3 Flash.

#Final Fantasy VII#Final Fantasy#Sasuke Uchiha#Itachi Uchiha#Final Fantasy VIII#Squall Leonhart#Naruto
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character: kusanagi_kyou 1boy, kusanagi_kyou, 4boy, tall male, black hair, long hair, beautiful face, bishounen, slender waist, glossy lips, shiny lips, brown hair, short hair, curtained hair, brown eyes, white shirt, open shirt, open jacket, black gloves, fingerless gloves, headband, pants, surrounded, all around, kiss, kissing cheek, kissing neck, kiss on neck, kiss attack, eyes half closed, defeated, overwhelmed, blush, sweat, back alley, narrow alley, brick wall, from below, dutch angle, close-up on face, upper body, looking up, dazed expression The view is from below at a steep foreshortened angle, tilted slightly off vertical, so the alley walls lean inward over the group. Five figures fill the frame: Kyo Kusanagi at the center, his chin pushed up and back by the press of the others, and four tall black-haired beautiful young men closing in on him from the front, the right, the left and behind, so that every side of him is occupied and no gap in the ring of shoulders shows the alley floor. Kyo's face is the anchor of the frame -- handsome, regular, fine-featured, the jaw clean, the eyes a warm brown under the white headband tied across his brow; his hair is short, brown, parted in curtained strands that fall to either side of his forehead, disarranged by the crowding. His lips are full and glossily wet, catching a high sheen along the lower lip as if just released from a kiss. His waist is visibly narrow where the open white shirt hangs loose off his shoulders, the shirt unbuttoned down the middle and the black jacket slipping back off his arms; his hands in black fingerless gloves are at the front of the frame, fingers half-curled and gripping nothing, the leather creased. The four surround him at different heights of contact. The one at his left presses his mouth to Kyo's jaw, one hand fanned against the back of Kyo's neck, fingers buried in the short brown hair at the nape. The one at his right has caught the open collar of the white shirt and drawn it aside, kissing the tendon of Kyo's neck just under the ear. The one behind him has a forearm across Kyo's chest, pinning Kyo back against his own tall body, his lips at Kyo's temple. The fourth leans in from the front, chest to chest, both hands framing Kyo's face, his mouth meeting Kyo's glossy lips in the center-most kiss, and this is the kiss Kyo is losing to. All four are tall, long-limbed, black-haired with hair fallen past the shoulders and the strands brushing Kyo's skin, their faces equally fine, their bodies slim and taut in dark fitted combat gear -- high-collared jackets, taped hands, closed boots -- angled so that their silhouettes overlap into a single enclosing shape around him. Kyo's own eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, gazing up past the face over his own, eyelids heavy, brows drawn; a slow flush sits high on his cheekbones and his breath has fogged the gloss at the corner of his mouth. Every one of the four has his eyes closed or downward at the point of contact, and Kyo's gaze is the only one that goes anywhere -- up, into the slice of night sky between the leaning walls. The alley is narrow and cramped: a wet brick wall on the left receding in perspective, a drainpipe, a shuttered doorway, a single caged bulb above a door casting the only light. That bulb is the sole source, low and to the upper left, so its warm hard light rakes across the right side of Kyo's face and lays a rim along the shoulder of the man behind him while the others fall into graduated shadow toward the right edge; the bulb's reflection is doubled in the shallow puddle at the bottom of the frame, where the reflected highlights are dimmer and softer than the bulb itself. The palette is restricted to wet brick red-brown, deep shadow blue-black, the white of the shirt and headband, and the single warm amber of the bulb. Cool, breathless, and overwhelmed.
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路地裏、草薙京（ハンサムで顔が容姿端麗、ウエストが細く、光沢がある唇を持つカッコいい）に四方からカッコいいセクシーな体の黒髪の長身美形があり、色気のある美少年戦闘員のキス責めに負けたカッコいい草薙京。
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character: kusanagi_kyou 1boy, kusanagi_kyou, 4boy, tall male, black hair, long hair, beautiful face, bishounen, slender waist, glossy lips, shiny lips, brown hair, short hair, curtained hair, brown eyes, white shirt, open shirt, open jacket, black gloves, fingerless gloves, headband, pants, surrounded, all around, kiss, kissing cheek, kissing neck, kiss on neck, kiss attack, eyes half closed, defeated, overwhelmed, blush, sweat, back alley, narrow alley, brick wall, from below, dutch angle, close-up on face, upper body, looking up, dazed expression The view is from below at a steep foreshortened angle, tilted slightly off vertical, so the alley walls lean inward over the group. Five figures fill the frame: Kyo Kusanagi at the center, his chin pushed up and back by the press of the others, and four tall black-haired beautiful young men closing in on him from the front, the right, the left and behind, so that every side of him is occupied and no gap in the ring of shoulders shows the alley floor. Kyo's face is the anchor of the frame -- handsome, regular, fine-featured, the jaw clean, the eyes a warm brown under the white headband tied across his brow; his hair is short, brown, parted in curtained strands that fall to either side of his forehead, disarranged by the crowding. His lips are full and glossily wet, catching a high sheen along the lower lip as if just released from a kiss. His waist is visibly narrow where the open white shirt hangs loose off his shoulders, the shirt unbuttoned down the middle and the black jacket slipping back off his arms; his hands in black fingerless gloves are at the front of the frame, fingers half-curled and gripping nothing, the leather creased. The four surround him at different heights of contact. The one at his left presses his mouth to Kyo's jaw, one hand fanned against the back of Kyo's neck, fingers buried in the short brown hair at the nape. The one at his right has caught the open collar of the white shirt and drawn it aside, kissing the tendon of Kyo's neck just under the ear. The one behind him has a forearm across Kyo's chest, pinning Kyo back against his own tall body, his lips at Kyo's temple. The fourth leans in from the front, chest to chest, both hands framing Kyo's face, his mouth meeting Kyo's glossy lips in the center-most kiss, and this is the kiss Kyo is losing to. All four are tall, long-limbed, black-haired with hair fallen past the shoulders and the strands brushing Kyo's skin, their faces equally fine, their bodies slim and taut in dark fitted combat gear -- high-collared jackets, taped hands, closed boots -- angled so that their silhouettes overlap into a single enclosing shape around him. Kyo's own eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, gazing up past the face over his own, eyelids heavy, brows drawn; a slow flush sits high on his cheekbones and his breath has fogged the gloss at the corner of his mouth. Every one of the four has his eyes closed or downward at the point of contact, and Kyo's gaze is the only one that goes anywhere -- up, into the slice of night sky between the leaning walls. The alley is narrow and cramped: a wet brick wall on the left receding in perspective, a drainpipe, a shuttered doorway, a single caged bulb above a door casting the only light. That bulb is the sole source, low and to the upper left, so its warm hard light rakes across the right side of Kyo's face and lays a rim along the shoulder of the man behind him while the others fall into graduated shadow toward the right edge; the bulb's reflection is doubled in the shallow puddle at the bottom of the frame, where the reflected highlights are dimmer and softer than the bulb itself. The palette is restricted to wet brick red-brown, deep shadow blue-black, the white of the shirt and headband, and the single warm amber of the bulb. Cool, breathless, and overwhelmed.
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character: kusanagi_kyou 1boy, kusanagi_kyou, 4boy, tall male, black hair, long hair, beautiful face, bishounen, slender waist, glossy lips, shiny lips, brown hair, short hair, curtained hair, brown eyes, white shirt, open shirt, open jacket, black gloves, fingerless gloves, headband, pants, surrounded, all around, kiss, kissing cheek, kissing neck, kiss on neck, kiss attack, eyes half closed, defeated, overwhelmed, blush, sweat, back alley, narrow alley, brick wall, from below, dutch angle, close-up on face, upper body, looking up, dazed expression The view is from below at a steep foreshortened angle, tilted slightly off vertical, so the alley walls lean inward over the group. Five figures fill the frame: Kyo Kusanagi at the center, his chin pushed up and back by the press of the others, and four tall black-haired beautiful young men closing in on him from the front, the right, the left and behind, so that every side of him is occupied and no gap in the ring of shoulders shows the alley floor. Kyo's face is the anchor of the frame -- handsome, regular, fine-featured, the jaw clean, the eyes a warm brown under the white headband tied across his brow; his hair is short, brown, parted in curtained strands that fall to either side of his forehead, disarranged by the crowding. His lips are full and glossily wet, catching a high sheen along the lower lip as if just released from a kiss. His waist is visibly narrow where the open white shirt hangs loose off his shoulders, the shirt unbuttoned down the middle and the black jacket slipping back off his arms; his hands in black fingerless gloves are at the front of the frame, fingers half-curled and gripping nothing, the leather creased. The four surround him at different heights of contact. The one at his left presses his mouth to Kyo's jaw, one hand fanned against the back of Kyo's neck, fingers buried in the short brown hair at the nape. The one at his right has caught the open collar of the white shirt and drawn it aside, kissing the tendon of Kyo's neck just under the ear. The one behind him has a forearm across Kyo's chest, pinning Kyo back against his own tall body, his lips at Kyo's temple. The fourth leans in from the front, chest to chest, both hands framing Kyo's face, his mouth meeting Kyo's glossy lips in the center-most kiss, and this is the kiss Kyo is losing to. All four are tall, long-limbed, black-haired with hair fallen past the shoulders and the strands brushing Kyo's skin, their faces equally fine, their bodies slim and taut in dark fitted combat gear -- high-collared jackets, taped hands, closed boots -- angled so that their silhouettes overlap into a single enclosing shape around him. Kyo's own eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, gazing up past the face over his own, eyelids heavy, brows drawn; a slow flush sits high on his cheekbones and his breath has fogged the gloss at the corner of his mouth. Every one of the four has his eyes closed or downward at the point of contact, and Kyo's gaze is the only one that goes anywhere -- up, into the slice of night sky between the leaning walls. The alley is narrow and cramped: a wet brick wall on the left receding in perspective, a drainpipe, a shuttered doorway, a single caged bulb above a door casting the only light. That bulb is the sole source, low and to the upper left, so its warm hard light rakes across the right side of Kyo's face and lays a rim along the shoulder of the man behind him while the others fall into graduated shadow toward the right edge; the bulb's reflection is doubled in the shallow puddle at the bottom of the frame, where the reflected highlights are dimmer and softer than the bulb itself. The palette is restricted to wet brick red-brown, deep shadow blue-black, the white of the shirt and headband, and the single warm amber of the bulb. Cool, breathless, and overwhelmed.
白武遼
#Itachi Uchiha#Final Fantasy VII: Ever Crisis
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character: kusanagi_kyou 1boy, kusanagi_kyou, 4boy, tall male, black hair, long hair, beautiful face, bishounen, slender waist, glossy lips, shiny lips, brown hair, short hair, curtained hair, brown eyes, white shirt, open shirt, open jacket, black gloves, fingerless gloves, headband, pants, surrounded, all around, kiss, kissing cheek, kissing neck, kiss on neck, kiss attack, eyes half closed, defeated, overwhelmed, blush, sweat, back alley, narrow alley, brick wall, from below, dutch angle, close-up on face, upper body, looking up, dazed expression The view is from below at a steep foreshortened angle, tilted slightly off vertical, so the alley walls lean inward over the group. Five figures fill the frame: Kyo Kusanagi at the center, his chin pushed up and back by the press of the others, and four tall black-haired beautiful young men closing in on him from the front, the right, the left and behind, so that every side of him is occupied and no gap in the ring of shoulders shows the alley floor. Kyo's face is the anchor of the frame -- handsome, regular, fine-featured, the jaw clean, the eyes a warm brown under the white headband tied across his brow; his hair is short, brown, parted in curtained strands that fall to either side of his forehead, disarranged by the crowding. His lips are full and glossily wet, catching a high sheen along the lower lip as if just released from a kiss. His waist is visibly narrow where the open white shirt hangs loose off his shoulders, the shirt unbuttoned down the middle and the black jacket slipping back off his arms; his hands in black fingerless gloves are at the front of the frame, fingers half-curled and gripping nothing, the leather creased. The four surround him at different heights of contact. The one at his left presses his mouth to Kyo's jaw, one hand fanned against the back of Kyo's neck, fingers buried in the short brown hair at the nape. The one at his right has caught the open collar of the white shirt and drawn it aside, kissing the tendon of Kyo's neck just under the ear. The one behind him has a forearm across Kyo's chest, pinning Kyo back against his own tall body, his lips at Kyo's temple. The fourth leans in from the front, chest to chest, both hands framing Kyo's face, his mouth meeting Kyo's glossy lips in the center-most kiss, and this is the kiss Kyo is losing to. All four are tall, long-limbed, black-haired with hair fallen past the shoulders and the strands brushing Kyo's skin, their faces equally fine, their bodies slim and taut in dark fitted combat gear -- high-collared jackets, taped hands, closed boots -- angled so that their silhouettes overlap into a single enclosing shape around him. Kyo's own eyes are half-lidded and unfocused, gazing up past the face over his own, eyelids heavy, brows drawn; a slow flush sits high on his cheekbones and his breath has fogged the gloss at the corner of his mouth. Every one of the four has his eyes closed or downward at the point of contact, and Kyo's gaze is the only one that goes anywhere -- up, into the slice of night sky between the leaning walls. The alley is narrow and cramped: a wet brick wall on the left receding in perspective, a drainpipe, a shuttered doorway, a single caged bulb above a door casting the only light. That bulb is the sole source, low and to the upper left, so its warm hard light rakes across the right side of Kyo's face and lays a rim along the shoulder of the man behind him while the others fall into graduated shadow toward the right edge; the bulb's reflection is doubled in the shallow puddle at the bottom of the frame, where the reflected highlights are dimmer and softer than the bulb itself. The palette is restricted to wet brick red-brown, deep shadow blue-black, the white of the shirt and headband, and the single warm amber of the bulb. Cool, breathless, and overwhelmed.
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character: squall_leonhart 2boys, 2men, alley, narrow alley, night, brick wall, wet pavement, kabedon, cornered, pinned against wall, height difference, medium shot, dutch angle, slightly from below, dominant pose, smirking, leaning in, looking down, frustrated, furrowed brow, scowl, gritted teeth, flushed cheeks, glaring, looking up, blue eyes, short brown hair, parted bangs, hair between eyes, black cropped jacket, fur trim, white v-neck shirt, black gloves, pushing chest, handsome man, black button-down shirt, rolled-up sleeves, dramatic lighting, rim light, moody A slightly low-angle Dutch-angle medium two-shot frames a damp, narrow back alley at night, where an alluring, sharp-featured man has backed another young man against a stained brick wall, seizing absolute control of the encounter. The pinned young man has his back pressed hard against the gritty masonry, trapped within the other's forward reach. He features short brown hair with signature parted bangs draping down between his eyes, which are a vivid blue and narrowed in a fierce, resentful glare. His dark eyebrows knit tightly downward, his jaw is clenched in vexation, and his teeth grit in an intense, frustrated scowl. He wears a black cropped leather jacket lined with dense white fur at the broad collar, an open-collared white shirt underneath, and fitted black gloves; one gloved hand presses firmly against the handsome man's chest in an unyielding but thwarted attempt to push him away, visibly bunching the fabric beneath his knuckles. Towering slightly over him, the handsome man leans forward with dominant ease, bracing one long arm against the brick directly beside the cornered man's head to seal off his escape. His dark sleeves are rolled to the elbows, exposing lean forearms, and a teasing, asymmetrical smirk curves his lips as his hooded eyes gaze down deliberately into the frustrated face beneath him. A singular sodium-vapour streetlamp at the alley entrance casts warm amber rim lighting across the fur collar, the creased leather, and the edges of their tangled silhouettes, leaving the damp alley floor and background fire escapes enveloped in deep shadow. Faint wisps of condensation hang in the cold night air between their parted lips, testifying to the sudden stillness and proximity. Taut interpersonal tension.
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