HEZI, Mikuma_Art Style, <lora:Freehand_Brushwork:1>
Mayra Jov
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Beyond the Barrier
Inside the penalty area, framed by the Law, by the penalty, between the black Stargate rectangles of black reality, the TransVaginal screen, painted by the love of the white feline,, the Mayan love veil, the eye on the white sphere with black hexagons, celestial triangles for infernal triangles,, defend your goal, in your comfort zone
If you overcome fear and continue to walk beyond the center of the field, beyond the bard,, the below becomes above,, you will fall into a foul, in a fall if you foul you will suffer and punishment will be granted to you, the ball will stop, the moon will obscure the sun, eclipse, the skin will burn, crazy crazy crazy, in Turin I, at the magnified slaughterhouse, the arbitration will mark a line, that you will shoot, you will shoot up to inside your abyss and beyond. Oh my God, oh my goal, oh my goat, once white, once black, from the center of the sphere will be Aurora and then beyond the Barrier, the wall, of the fire fox, who cannot collect the grapes from the tree of knowledge, will remain a yellow purifying octopus, black will be white, Sara black on white, the great Panda, and will always wear the colors of your team. oil pastels, acrylic markers, Pre-Raphaelite, Rubric Maxim, style of Amanda Clark
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Mikuma_Art Style, 4k, detail, multiple leather straps, harness
Honey White
<lora:Freehand_Brushwork:1>, Mikuma_Art Style
Mayra Jov
<lora:Freehand_Brushwork:1>, Mikuma_Art Style
Mayra Jov
Beyond the Barrier
Inside the penalty area, framed by the Law, by the penalty, between the black Stargate rectangles of black reality, the TransVaginal screen, painted by the love of the white feline, the Mayan love veil, the eye on the white sphere with black hexagons, celestial triangles for infernal triangles, defend your goal, in your comfort zone
If you overcome fear and continue to walk beyond the center of the field, beyond the bard, the below becomes above, you will fall into a foul, in a fall if you foul you will suffer and punishment will be granted to you, the ball will stop, the moon will obscure the sun, eclipse, the skin will burn, crazy crazy crazy, in Turin I, at the magnified slaughterhouse, the arbitration will mark a line, that you will shoot, you will shoot up to inside your abyss and beyond. Oh my God, oh my goal, oh my goat, once white, once black, from the center of the sphere will be Aurora and then beyond the Barrier, the wall, of the fire fox, who cannot collect the grapes from the tree of knowledge, will remain a yellow purifying octopus, black will be white, Sara black on white, the great Panda, and will always wear the colors of your team. oil pastels, acrylic markers, Pre-Raphaelite, Rubric Maxim, style of Amanda Clark
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Mikuma_Art Style, yamikawa, {{{yami_kawaii}}}, multiple_bandaids, hair_ornaments, kawaii, deco, decora, 🎀🎀🎀🩷🩷🩷🩹🩹🩹💉💉💉, 4k, detail
Honey White
Beyond the Barrier
Inside the penalty area, framed by the Law, by the penalty, between the black Stargate rectangles of black reality, the TransVaginal screen, painted by the love of the white feline, the Mayan love veil, the eye on the white sphere with black hexagons, celestial triangles for infernal triangles, defend your goal, in your comfort zone
If you overcome fear and continue to walk beyond the center of the field, beyond the bard, the below becomes above, you will fall into a foul, in a fall if you foul you will suffer and punishment will be granted to you, the ball will stop, the moon will obscure the sun, eclipse, the skin will burn, crazy crazy crazy, in Turin I, at the magnified slaughterhouse, the arbitration will mark a line, that you will shoot, you will shoot up to inside your abyss and beyond. Oh my God, oh my goal, oh my goat, once white, once black, from the center of the sphere will be Aurora and then beyond the Barrier, the wall, of the fire fox, who cannot collect the grapes from the tree of knowledge, will remain a yellow purifying octopus, black will be white, Sara black on white, the great Panda, and will always wear the colors of your team. oil pastels, acrylic markers, Pre-Raphaelite, Rubric Maxim, style of Amanda Clark
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Mikuma_Art Style, yamikawa, {{{yami_kawaii}}}, multiple_bandaids, hair_ornaments, kawaii, deco, decora, 🎀🎀🎀🩷🩷🩷🩹🩹🩹💉💉💉, 4k, detail
Honey White
Beyond the Barrier
Inside the penalty area, framed by the Law, by the penalty, between the black Stargate rectangles of black reality, the TransVaginal screen, painted by the love of the white feline, the Mayan love veil, the eye on the white sphere with black hexagons, celestial triangles for infernal triangles, defend your goal, in your comfort zone
If you overcome fear and continue to walk beyond the center of the field, beyond the bard, the below becomes above, you will fall into a foul, in a fall if you foul you will suffer and punishment will be granted to you, the ball will stop, the moon will obscure the sun, eclipse, the skin will burn, crazy crazy crazy, in Turin I, at the magnified slaughterhouse, the arbitration will mark a line, that you will shoot, you will shoot up to inside your abyss and beyond. Oh my God, oh my goal, oh my goat, once white, once black, from the center of the sphere will be Aurora and then beyond the Barrier, the wall, of the fire fox, who cannot collect the grapes from the tree of knowledge, will remain a yellow purifying octopus, black will be white, Sara black on white, the great Panda, and will always wear the colors of your team. oil pastels, acrylic markers, Pre-Raphaelite, Rubric Maxim, style of Amanda Clark
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche, Mikuma_Art Style, yamikawa, {{{yami_kawaii}}}, multiple_bandaids, hair_ornaments, kawaii, deco, decora, 🎀🎀🎀🩷🩷🩷🩹🩹🩹💉💉💉, 4k, detail
Honey White
HEZI, Mikuma_Art Style, <lora:Freehand_Brushwork:1>
Mayra Jov
Mayra Jov
HEZI, Mikuma_Art Style
Mayra Jov
Cash 💸 Snake Queen~ 🐍🔥⛓️👑🤑💚💅🩸✨❤️💚♥️
Koko-chi
Cash 💸 Cutie Killer Snake Queen<3💖🐍🩸❤️✨😇⛓️🖤♥️
Koko-chi
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . .
Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . .
Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her.
For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . .
it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own.
Manara, Manara, Mikuma_Art Style
Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . .
Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . .
Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her.
For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . .
it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own.
Manara, Manara, Mikuma_Art Style
Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . .
Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . .
Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her.
For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . .
it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own.
Manara, Mikuma_Art Style, Manara, masterpiece, best_quality, 1girl, solo, corset piercing, <lora:corset_piercing_v1:0.8>
Lilian Mary
little obvious; her melting humidity was the result of analysable processes; and behind her there had seem to lurk some dim shape emblemtic of mrtality. He had never, during the ten years of their intimacy, dreamed for a moment of asking her to mrry him; none the less, he now felt for the first time a thankfulness that he had not done so . . .
Then, suddenly and swiftly, his face flamed that he should be thinking thus of his friend. What! Elsie Bengough, with whom he had spent weeks and weeks of afternoons--she, the good chum, on whose help he would have counted had all the rest of the world failed him--she, whose loyalty to him would not, he knew, swerve as long as there was breath in her--Elsie to be even in thought dissected thus! He was an ingrate and a cad . . .
Had she been there in that moment he would have abased himself before her.
For ten minutes and more he sat, still gazing into the fire, with that humiliating red fading slowly from his cheeks. All was still within and without, save for a tiny musical tinkling that came from his kitchen--the dripping of water from an imperfectly turned-off tap into the vessel beneath it. Mechanically he began to beat with his fingers to the faintly heard falling of the drops; the tiny regular movement seemed to hasten that shameful withdrawal from his face. He grew cool once ore; ad when he resumed his meditation he was all unconscious that he took it up again at the same point. . . .
it was not only her florid superfluity of build that he had approached in the attitude of criticism; he was conscious also of the wide differences between her mind and his own.
Manara, Mikuma_Art Style, Manara, masterpiece, best_quality, 1girl, solo, corset piercing, <lora:corset_piercing_v1:0.8>
Lilian Mary