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AI art "とある港湾" featuring #Kantai Collection, #Hibiki, #Akatsuki, #Ikazuchi, #Inazuma, #Nagato, #Harbor Princess and #Northern Ocean Princess

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とある港湾

#Kantai Collection #Hibiki #Akatsuki #Ikazuchi #Inazuma #Nagato #Harbor Princess #Northern Ocean Princess

Published on Nov 7, 2026

韓国流さば缶

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character: northern_ocean_princess, inazuma_(kancolle), akatsuki_(kancolle), hibiki_(kancolle), seaport_princess, nagato_(kancolle), copyright: kantai_collection 7 girls, no humans, kantai_collection, seaport_princess, northern_ocean_princess, ne-class abyssal, akatsuki_(kancolle), hibiki_(kancolle), inazuma_(kancolle), ikazuchi_(kancolle), nagato_(kancolle), group shot, wide shot, from side, slight from below, dutch angle, outdoor harbor, seaside, overcast sky, crouched, sitting, sleeping, curled up, lying on rigging, playing, laughing, open mouth, :d, one eye closed, (ーωー), half-closed eyes, flat expression, looking at another, white hair, very long hair, floating hair, sidelocks, red eyes, single horn, pale skin, white ribbed sweater dress, detached sleeves, knee boots, claws, long black hair, red eyes, hair between eyes, black gloves, headgear, white hair, ahoge, long hair, white dress, mittens, barefoot, purple hair, purple eyes, flat cap, serafuku, pantyhose, grey hair, blue eyes, black skirt, sailor collar, neckerchief, brown hair, folded ponytail, brown eyes, rigging, naval turrets, gun batteries, harbor cranes, dock, calm water, cold light, soft haze The shot is a wide side view taken from slightly below and tilted a few degrees off level, so the whole group sits along one diagonal on a concrete harbor breakwater: a vast pale sea and a low overcast sky behind them, rusted cranes and the grey hull of a docked vessel far off in the background, a chain-and-bollard edge running across the foreground. On the right third, seen mostly in profile and angled away toward the water, stands the tall pale woman with very long white hair drifting loose in the sea wind, sidelocks framing her face, a single horn rising from her head, the white ribbed sweater dress and detached sleeves pale against the grey light; her clawed hands rest one atop the other on the iron rail of her rigging, which bristles behind and beside her in a fan of black turrets and gun barrels. Curled asleep in the crook of that rigging, wedged between two gun mounts as if in a nest of steel, the abyssal with the long dark hair lies on her side, knees drawn up, arms folded in, her whole body compacted into a coil, eyes shut, breath slow; the rigging holds her weight like a hammock, one barrel pressed flat against her back with no gap between them. On the left of the pale woman, sitting on the concrete with her knees tucked up and her mitten-covered hands clamped around them, the small white-haired girl with the ahoge leans a little toward her, head tilted, watching the other four with wide eyes, her bare feet tucked flat on the cold slab. At the foot of the rigging in the left-center foreground the four destroyers cluster: the purple-haired girl in the flat cap and serafuku crouches on her toes with both arms thrown up mid-shout of triumph, mouth wide open, one eye squeezed shut; the brown-haired girl with the folded ponytail leans over her shoulder laughing into her hand; the grey-haired girl in the black skirt and sailor collar stands square with both hands on the cold barrel she has just climbed, chin up, sober and proud; the fourth, smaller and half-hidden behind the barrel, peeks around it with one hand raised in a little wave. Their shadows fall short and soft under the overcast light, and the puddle at their feet shivers with each stamp. On the far left edge, standing back from them all with her arms folded and her weight on one hip, the long black-haired woman in black gloves and headgear watches the four, her face pulled into a flat (ーωー) mask -- both eyes narrowed to level lines, mouth a small straight dash -- one brow slightly higher than the other, entirely unimpressed and entirely fond. Her gaze lands squarely on the shouting girl; the shouting girl's eyes flick toward her in the middle of the yell. Light comes only from the low overcast sky, even, cool and shadowless, so the palette stays in greys and cold blues and bleached whites, with the abyssal rigging's black and the destroyers' navy serafuku the deepest notes, and one warm touch where the small white-haired girl's mittens are red. Sea spray beads on the iron; the barrels are wet and dark where the water has reached them. Quiet, deadpan warmth.

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