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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, narrow waist, narrow hips, sideboobs, no bra, 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, from above, full body, tokyo, night, full moon, moonlight, shadow, surfing shadow, leaning forward, standing on one leg, looking up, wind, dutch angle,
Shot from above, high on a rooftop ledge in Tokyo, the camera looks steeply down past her raised hood at her full body — she fills the left two-thirds of the frame, the city sprawling behind and above her shoulders, the whole figure foreshortened with her hooded head nearest the lens and her boots small at the bottom of the crop. She is caught mid-battoujutsu draw: her weight rides on her right leg, left leg extended back on the balls of her toes, hips turned three-quarters away, torso twisted back toward the lens, left hand deep on the blue katana's sheath at her hip with the blade a hand's width out of the mouth, right hand snapped back gripping a kunai reversed against her forearm, both elbows bent, cape flung. She is seen from above and slightly in front, so the sideless cut of the black latex qipao shows the bare curve of her small breasts exposed at the dress's edge, no bra strap anywhere across her ribs or over her shoulders, sideboob fully bare and catching the moon; the narrow waist and narrow hips pinch in under the high collar, a four-pointed star brooch pinned at her throat above the glove tops. Her black elbow-length gloves run up very long over both forearms, slick latex wrinkled at the wrists where her fingers crush the tsuka wrap; black thigh boots grip the ledge with her toe digging into the concrete lip. The hood is up, black, pulled forward so the face pools in shadow — only her pink eyes catch the moonlight, one of them hidden under the aqua hair sweeping over it, the other sharp and lit, a fixed false smile parting to show sharp teeth, the little ahoge curling above the hood's brim. The very long black cape streams out and over the roof edge behind her, torn and ragged at its trailing hem, its lower half slumping and running downward in long viscous threads of black slime, gobs of it stretching and dripping off the roof and pooling glossy on the concrete — everywhere the cloak is not torn it reads as wet latex, sheen breaking into a glare line.
The lighting is the full moon alone above and behind her shoulder: cold silver moonlight rimming the hood, the cape's torn edges and the blue katana's polished edge, her shadow plus the cape's shadow thrown huge and warping down the rooftop surface, long and distorted like a surfer's — the surfing shadow sliding along a lower building's wall with the cape's shadow shape breaking into slime drips at its tail. The incoming attack comes as a kunai already streaking in low from the upper right of the frame, blade catching one hard spec of moonlight, her pink eyes flicked up toward it and her false smile unmoving. Tokyo at night spreads beyond the ledge: dense towers and lit windows in a cool indigo mass fading to haze, the full moon a hard white disc in the upper sky, red aircraft-warning lights and a thin band of neon bleeding up through the buildings. Palette: black and wet obsidian for the costume and slime, aqua in the hair and the blue of the blade, pink in the eyes, cool blue-grey for the city night, silver for the moonlight. Clean linework, smooth glossy skin and a gentle palette in the lit areas; menace and speed.
Nele78
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, narrow waist, narrow hips, sideboobs, no bra, 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, from above, full body, tokyo, night, full moon, moonlight, shadow, surfing shadow, leaning forward, standing on one leg, looking up, wind, dutch angle,
Shot from above, high on a rooftop ledge in Tokyo, the camera looks steeply down past her raised hood at her full body — she fills the left two-thirds of the frame, the city sprawling behind and above her shoulders, the whole figure foreshortened with her hooded head nearest the lens and her boots small at the bottom of the crop. She is caught mid-battoujutsu draw: her weight rides on her right leg, left leg extended back on the balls of her toes, hips turned three-quarters away, torso twisted back toward the lens, left hand deep on the blue katana's sheath at her hip with the blade a hand's width out of the mouth, right hand snapped back gripping a kunai reversed against her forearm, both elbows bent, cape flung. She is seen from above and slightly in front, so the sideless cut of the black latex qipao shows the bare curve of her small breasts exposed at the dress's edge, no bra strap anywhere across her ribs or over her shoulders, sideboob fully bare and catching the moon; the narrow waist and narrow hips pinch in under the high collar, a four-pointed star brooch pinned at her throat above the glove tops. Her black elbow-length gloves run up very long over both forearms, slick latex wrinkled at the wrists where her fingers crush the tsuka wrap; black thigh boots grip the ledge with her toe digging into the concrete lip. The hood is up, black, pulled forward so the face pools in shadow — only her pink eyes catch the moonlight, one of them hidden under the aqua hair sweeping over it, the other sharp and lit, a fixed false smile parting to show sharp teeth, the little ahoge curling above the hood's brim. The very long black cape streams out and over the roof edge behind her, torn and ragged at its trailing hem, its lower half slumping and running downward in long viscous threads of black slime, gobs of it stretching and dripping off the roof and pooling glossy on the concrete — everywhere the cloak is not torn it reads as wet latex, sheen breaking into a glare line.
The lighting is the full moon alone above and behind her shoulder: cold silver moonlight rimming the hood, the cape's torn edges and the blue katana's polished edge, her shadow plus the cape's shadow thrown huge and warping down the rooftop surface, long and distorted like a surfer's — the surfing shadow sliding along a lower building's wall with the cape's shadow shape breaking into slime drips at its tail. The incoming attack comes as a kunai already streaking in low from the upper right of the frame, blade catching one hard spec of moonlight, her pink eyes flicked up toward it and her false smile unmoving. Tokyo at night spreads beyond the ledge: dense towers and lit windows in a cool indigo mass fading to haze, the full moon a hard white disc in the upper sky, red aircraft-warning lights and a thin band of neon bleeding up through the buildings. Palette: black and wet obsidian for the costume and slime, aqua in the hair and the blue of the blade, pink in the eyes, cool blue-grey for the city night, silver for the moonlight. Clean linework, smooth glossy skin and a gentle palette in the lit areas; menace and speed.
Nele78
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
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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