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AI artwork featuring #bosque, #luna llena, #Serie Fate, #Derrota, #Fate/Grand Order and #Artoria Pendragon (Lancer)

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Artoria Pendragon (Lancer), Serie Fate

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Publicado: Nov 5, 2026

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character: artoria_pendragon_(lancer)_(fate), artoria_pendragon_(lancer) low angle, from below, extremely low angle, wide shot, panoramic, landscape orientation, 2girls, no humans?, lying, prone, face down, face hidden, head down, face pressed against ground, ass visible, ass focus, thick thighs, muscular thighs, plump thighs, spread legs, thighs spread, buttocks, butt focus, arched back, back focus, bare back, muscular back, arched spine, spine, shoulder blades, sweat, glistening skin, sweat on back, scratches, scratch marks on back, golden hair, blonde hair, braided bun, hair bun, braid, ahoge, hair between eyes, white and blue armored outfit, gold trim, backless outfit, side cutouts, lower back exposed, white thigh-high boots, muscular, voluptuous, lizardman, reptilian, dark scales, scaled skin, spiked frills, glowing yellow eyes, sharp muzzle, clawed hands, reaching forward, crawling, approaching, predator, forest, night, dark pine trees, silhouetted trees, tall trees, full moon, large moon, moon overhead, mist, fog, atmospheric mist, deep blue palette, gray palette, cinematic lighting, dramatic shadows, rim light, scale texture, gritty fantasy, cinematic, horror (mood) Above the treeline a huge bright full moon hangs dead centre at the top of the frame, and its cold white light is the only light there is: it rakes down the left-hand two thirds of the panorama, picking a hard rim along the highest curve of the woman's arched back and along the outsides of her thighs, while everything the moon cannot reach — the ground between her spread knees, the roots, the base of the nearest trunks — sits in flat black. The camera is set on the dirt itself, an extremely low angle looking up and slightly across the forest floor, so the panorama reads wide and shallow: in the immediate foreground the woman fills the whole left side of the frame, lying face-down, her head turned fully away and pressed into the soil so that her face is completely hidden and only the back of her golden braided bun shows, the braid coiled tight and one short ahoge sprung free above it, strands of loose gold catching the moonlight. Her chest and shoulders are flat to the ground and her back is forced into a long arch — smooth bare skin from the nape to the waistband, sweat beading along it and glistening in wet highlights, the shoulder blades standing out either side of a deep visible spine line, and thin red scratches cross-hatching the muscle of her lower back. The white and blue armored outfit with gold trim is pulled out of place by the prone twist: its back is cut open and its sides cut away, so the lower back and flanks are bare, and at her hips the flesh spills over the stiff gold-edged edge of the armour where it has ridden up. Below the waist her muscular plump thighs are spread wide and pressed flat into the dirt, heavy and round, and her round buttocks press and flatten against the ground, the compressed weight of them pushing a shallow shelf of displaced soil out along the contact line; white thigh-high boots sheathe her legs from the knee down and their pale surface is scuffed with wet earth at the ankles. From the right edge of the wide frame the lizardman crawls in low on his belly, dark scaled reptilian skin drinking the moonlight so only the crowns of his scales and the ridges of his spiked frills catch a wet grey edge, his glowing yellow eyes the only warm light in the picture, both clawed hands stretched out ahead of his sharp muzzle and reaching toward the point where her hidden face meets the dirt; his muzzle is still a body-length short of her, closing the distance. Behind them tall dark pines stand in silhouette across the whole width, thinning to darker grey with distance, and heavy atmospheric mist rolls knee-high through the trunks in bands of deep blue and grey, swallowing the bases of the trees. Everything is built from deep blue and grey with the gold of her hair, the gold trim of the armour and those two yellow eyes as the sole intrusions of warmth; gritty fantasy textures — coarse dirt, beaded sweat, chipped armour enamel, fine groove of scale — and a night scene of quiet dread.

Artoria Pendragon (Lancer), Serie Fate

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