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Leberblume Galerie

Entdecke die beliebtesten 25 Leberblume Kunstwerke

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character: leberblume solo, 1girl, adult, mature female, short hair, aqua hair, hair over one eye, ahoge, pink eyes, shaded face, sharp teeth, false smile, four-pointed star brooch, small breasts, sideboobs, no bra, narrow waist, narrow hips, sideless dress, chinese dress, black dress, elbow gloves, very long gloves, black gloves, thigh boots, black boots, very long cape, torn cape, black cape, melting cape, black slime, slime (substance), hood up, black hood, latex texture, blue katana, holding sword, kunai, holding weapon, battoujutsu stance, incoming attack, surfing shadow, full body, from above, tokyo (city), night, full moon, moonlight, shadow, bare shoulders, Shot from directly above, full body, the woman stands alone at the center of a rain-slicked Tokyo intersection at night, seen steeply down the axis of her own shoulders. Her chin is lifted just enough that her single visible pink eye finds the lens from under the aqua fringe, the other eye buried completely beneath the swept bangs; the face is split by the hood's brim into a dark band across the brow and cheekbone while the jaw and the corner of her mouth catch the moon. That mouth is pulled wide and flat into a smile with no warmth behind it, lips parted enough to show a row of small sharp canines. A single ahoge springs from the crown of her short aqua hair and curls back on itself. At the hollow of her throat a black four-pointed star brooch sits pinned against bare skin. She is caught a half-beat into the draw: knees bent, weight loaded onto the back leg, hips turned three-quarters away while the shoulders stay square to the strike. Her right hand clamps the blue katana at the scabbard mouth, blade still sheathed, thumb flicking the guard, the very long black glove wrinkling at the wrist; the empty left hand holds a kunai reversed against the forearm, knuckles white. The black qipao clings in a glossy latex sheen, its sideless cut leaving both shoulders and the outer curve of each small breast bare above the fabric line, the bodice narrowing to a cinched waist over narrow hips, the high collar closed at the throat. Black thigh boots rise past the knee. The hood is pulled up and a very long black cape flares off her back, one torn edge whipping sideways with the turn — and it is melting, the tail of the fabric sloughing into fat black slime that stretches in viscous strands and drips to the wet asphalt, pooling in a glossy puddle around her heels. Below and behind her, a long distorted shadow stretches across the crosswalk stripes, its silhouette surfing forward on the black slime as if riding it toward the viewer, separate from her own body's shadow. The full moon hangs high and cold; its silver light rims the hood, the glove cuffs, the katana's blue steel and the wet curve of the slime, while every recess — under the hood, beneath the cape, inside the slime pool — falls to absolute black. An incoming attack is read as a faint white streak and a scatter of displaced rain droplets tearing in from the upper edge of the frame toward her raised guard. The palette is aqua, black, cold silver and one hot stroke of blue, nothing else admitted. Ominous, narcotic stillness.
Nele78
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character: leberblume solo, 1girl, adult, mature female, short hair, aqua hair, hair over one eye, ahoge, pink eyes, shaded face, sharp teeth, false smile, four-pointed star brooch, small breasts, sideboobs, no bra, narrow waist, narrow hips, sideless dress, chinese dress, black dress, elbow gloves, very long gloves, black gloves, thigh boots, black boots, very long cape, torn cape, black cape, melting cape, black slime, slime (substance), hood up, black hood, latex texture, blue katana, holding sword, kunai, holding weapon, battoujutsu stance, incoming attack, surfing shadow, full body, from above, tokyo (city), night, full moon, moonlight, shadow, bare shoulders, Shot from directly above, full body, the woman stands alone at the center of a rain-slicked Tokyo intersection at night, seen steeply down the axis of her own shoulders. Her chin is lifted just enough that her single visible pink eye finds the lens from under the aqua fringe, the other eye buried completely beneath the swept bangs; the face is split by the hood's brim into a dark band across the brow and cheekbone while the jaw and the corner of her mouth catch the moon. That mouth is pulled wide and flat into a smile with no warmth behind it, lips parted enough to show a row of small sharp canines. A single ahoge springs from the crown of her short aqua hair and curls back on itself. At the hollow of her throat a black four-pointed star brooch sits pinned against bare skin. She is caught a half-beat into the draw: knees bent, weight loaded onto the back leg, hips turned three-quarters away while the shoulders stay square to the strike. Her right hand clamps the blue katana at the scabbard mouth, blade still sheathed, thumb flicking the guard, the very long black glove wrinkling at the wrist; the empty left hand holds a kunai reversed against the forearm, knuckles white. The black qipao clings in a glossy latex sheen, its sideless cut leaving both shoulders and the outer curve of each small breast bare above the fabric line, the bodice narrowing to a cinched waist over narrow hips, the high collar closed at the throat. Black thigh boots rise past the knee. The hood is pulled up and a very long black cape flares off her back, one torn edge whipping sideways with the turn — and it is melting, the tail of the fabric sloughing into fat black slime that stretches in viscous strands and drips to the wet asphalt, pooling in a glossy puddle around her heels. Below and behind her, a long distorted shadow stretches across the crosswalk stripes, its silhouette surfing forward on the black slime as if riding it toward the viewer, separate from her own body's shadow. The full moon hangs high and cold; its silver light rims the hood, the glove cuffs, the katana's blue steel and the wet curve of the slime, while every recess — under the hood, beneath the cape, inside the slime pool — falls to absolute black. An incoming attack is read as a faint white streak and a scatter of displaced rain droplets tearing in from the upper edge of the frame toward her raised guard. The palette is aqua, black, cold silver and one hot stroke of blue, nothing else admitted. Ominous, narcotic stillness.
Nele78
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character: leberblume solo, 1girl, adult, mature female, short hair, aqua hair, hair over one eye, ahoge, pink eyes, shaded face, sharp teeth, false smile, four-pointed star brooch, small breasts, sideboobs, no bra, narrow waist, narrow hips, sideless dress, chinese dress, black dress, elbow gloves, very long gloves, black gloves, thigh boots, black boots, very long cape, torn cape, black cape, melting cape, black slime, slime (substance), hood up, black hood, latex texture, blue katana, holding sword, kunai, holding weapon, battoujutsu stance, incoming attack, surfing shadow, full body, from above, tokyo (city), night, full moon, moonlight, shadow, bare shoulders, Shot from directly above, full body, the woman stands alone at the center of a rain-slicked Tokyo intersection at night, seen steeply down the axis of her own shoulders. Her chin is lifted just enough that her single visible pink eye finds the lens from under the aqua fringe, the other eye buried completely beneath the swept bangs; the face is split by the hood's brim into a dark band across the brow and cheekbone while the jaw and the corner of her mouth catch the moon. That mouth is pulled wide and flat into a smile with no warmth behind it, lips parted enough to show a row of small sharp canines. A single ahoge springs from the crown of her short aqua hair and curls back on itself. At the hollow of her throat a black four-pointed star brooch sits pinned against bare skin. She is caught a half-beat into the draw: knees bent, weight loaded onto the back leg, hips turned three-quarters away while the shoulders stay square to the strike. Her right hand clamps the blue katana at the scabbard mouth, blade still sheathed, thumb flicking the guard, the very long black glove wrinkling at the wrist; the empty left hand holds a kunai reversed against the forearm, knuckles white. The black qipao clings in a glossy latex sheen, its sideless cut leaving both shoulders and the outer curve of each small breast bare above the fabric line, the bodice narrowing to a cinched waist over narrow hips, the high collar closed at the throat. Black thigh boots rise past the knee. The hood is pulled up and a very long black cape flares off her back, one torn edge whipping sideways with the turn — and it is melting, the tail of the fabric sloughing into fat black slime that stretches in viscous strands and drips to the wet asphalt, pooling in a glossy puddle around her heels. Below and behind her, a long distorted shadow stretches across the crosswalk stripes, its silhouette surfing forward on the black slime as if riding it toward the viewer, separate from her own body's shadow. The full moon hangs high and cold; its silver light rims the hood, the glove cuffs, the katana's blue steel and the wet curve of the slime, while every recess — under the hood, beneath the cape, inside the slime pool — falls to absolute black. An incoming attack is read as a faint white streak and a scatter of displaced rain droplets tearing in from the upper edge of the frame toward her raised guard. The palette is aqua, black, cold silver and one hot stroke of blue, nothing else admitted. Ominous, narcotic stillness.
Nele78