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character: aura_(sousou_no_frieren), frieren, copyright: sousou_no_frieren
1girl, solo, fusion, frieren \(sousou no frieren\), aura \(sousou no frieren\), merged being, both characters combined into one body, super huge breasts, extremely enlarged chest, enormous bust, heavy breasts, massive cleavage, white hair with purple-pink sections, quad braids, multiple braids, low-braided long hair, twintails, parted bangs, hair between eyes, very long hair, pointy elf ears, green eyes, purple eyes, heterochromia, bare shoulders, magenta detached collar, dark leotard bodice, white skirt, black pantyhose, bare arms, full body, from below, dutch angle, slight foreshortening, standing on one leg, twisting torso, one arm raised, hand on own chest, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, smug, lopsided smile, one eyebrow raised, blush, parted lips, confined dark stone chamber, guillotine blade, cold blue rim light, warm violet shadow, drawn pedestal, floating dust, windswept hair, ornate background, dramatic, opulent, unsettling
The camera sits low near the floor of a vaulted stone chamber, tilted a few degrees off vertical, so the single merged woman towers above the lens in extreme foreshortening; near the bottom of the frame her narrow waist and one sharply lifted knee are widest apart from the camera, and her colossal chest dominates the upper half of the image, pressing forward and casting a deep shadow down over her own midriff. She is one being, not two: the glossy white hair at her crown splits into four long low braids that run back over her shoulders in the purple-dyed sections, while a pair of white twintails breaks free at her temples in a gust of air and trails out to the right of frame; the tops of two long pointed elf ears jut clean of that hair; her left eye is emerald green, her right is a translucent violet, both lidded half-shut. The clothing belongs to no single seam: a magenta detached collar stands rigid around her bare shoulders, and below it the dark leotard bodice strains and spreads so tight over the enormous bust that the fabric pulls into radial creases from the center and the white skirt hangs pinned beneath the swollen weight of it. She has thrown her shoulders to the left while her hips stay right, weight entirely on the straight right leg, the left knee drawn up and inward; her right hand is raised with fingers crooked, and her left hand is splayed flat across the outer curve of her own chest, fingertips dimpling the fabric. Her chin is down but her mismatched eyes are aimed straight into the lens, one corner of the mouth pulled up, a flush across the cheeks and the bridge of the nose. Behind her the room falls into a cold blue shadow, one slit of pale window light cutting in from the upper left the only source; it strikes the high shine of the braids, the rim of the collar, the upper swell of the chest, and lets everything below her ribs go dark. Above and behind her right shoulder a guillotine blade hangs angled, catching a thin white reflection on its edge that widens as it nears the lower corner. Dust drifts in the light beam and the hem of the skirt is still settling from the motion. The palette is cold blue-grey stone against white, emerald and violet, with a single magenta collar the brightest non-lit color; the mood is opulent and quietly wrong.
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