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Reg, Riko
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- Prompt original
- Characters: Reg_(made_in_abyss), Riko_(made_in_abyss). Reg stands facing the viewer, seen from a low angle, his back against a rocky cliff covered in bright green moss and flowering vines. Reg is wearing his helmet and cape wifh his pants pulled down, the soft curve of his belly in middle focus. Reg's head is pulled back, eyes covered by his hair and a strip of dark shadow across his face. Under the shadow his cheeks are red with scratchy blush, a large drop of sweat on his cheek. Reg is moaning sexually, his mouth open wide in a wavy uneven way, tongue wet and slightly out, a small fang showing. Riko is kneeling in front of Reg with her back to the viewer. She is wearing her full Delver outfit except for her helmet, which is placed aside on the ground next to her knee. Her face is pressed against Reg's groin, implying a passionate fellatio, but only the back of her head can be seen. Riko's hands are crawling over Reg's thin belly, pulling the hem of his pants lower to show stark groin lines. Reg's big robotic hands are clapped around Riko's head, strands of blonde hair sticking out through his fingers. The setting is bright and sunny, with a large shadow covering the right side of the image from an overhang. It is lush with greenery and many 5 petsl white big flowers of fortune growing from the ground and the wall vines. A small animal, like a round chubby squirrel with white fur and big rabbit-like ears is crouching next to Riko's helmet, staring up at the children with interest.
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- flash
- Tamaño
- 1104 x 1824
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The camera sits low and tilted, looking up past the prince's shoulder from below at a dutch angle, so the woman towers into the top of the frame and the vaulted stone hall recedes behind her. The prince kneels on one knee on the cold flagstones in the foreground, his cape pooled around the knee that bears his weight and one gloved hand braced flat on the floor for balance, his other arm slack at his side; his slender waist is cinched by the belted armor of his Fire Emblem-style garb, the breastplate, pauldrons, gloves and headband all in place, and his chin is snapped to his left by the force of the strike, a hot red print blooming across that cheek. His blue eyes are half-closed and unfocused, lids heavy, a shine at the lower lash line, his lips parted and trembling at one corner, breath caught — an expression of blissful surrender, not fear. Above him the beautiful woman stands with her weight on her back foot, long dark hair swinging loose past her shoulder, and she leans in over him: her right palm is caught mid-swing across his face with a hard smear of motion blur, while her left hand grips his jaw, thumb pressed into the hinge so his head cannot turn away, the fingers of her right hand open and just leaving the skin. Her violet eyes look down into his face, one brow arched, a small lopsided smile at the corner of her mouth, wholly in control. The strike is the only light source of consequence — a pale shaft from the high windows behind her rakes across her knuckles and along the ridge of his cheekbone, leaving her face in cool shadow and throwing the two of them, overlapped, as one long shadow down the flagstones. The palette is restricted to cold slate greys and blue stone, the red of his hair and the red rising on his cheek as the only warm notes, against the dark of her hair. Fine cel shading on the armor's edge highlights; the detail budget sits on his cheek, her gripping fingers and the contact between palm and skin, and the loose strands of hair flung by the swing. Tender menace.
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character: lest_(rune_factory), clorica_(rune_factory), copyright: rune_factory
2girls, 1boy, lest_(rune_factory), clorica_(rune_factory), brown hair, short hair, purple eyes, blonde hair, cape, gloves, armor, purple hair, long hair, twin braids, yellow eyes, jacket, shirt, necktie, frills, long sleeves, pantyhose, bridal carry, carrying, arms around neck, closed eyes, sleepy, light blush, light smile, park, outdoors, trees, grass, path, daytime, from side, cowboy shot, dutch angle, looking at another, profile, wind, depth of field
The camera sits low and off-axis in a sunlit park, a slight dutch tilt raking the frame as Lest carries Clorica bridal style across a grass-bordered gravel path, walking left to right in near-profile. Lest is the younger man with short tousled brown hair that the light picks out with a stray blond cast at the crown, purple eyes, a cape sweeping back off his shoulders, gloved hands, and light armor plates at the shoulders and chest; he steps with his weight rolled onto his front foot and his back heel just lifting, torso leaned slightly back to counter the load, arms under Clorica so that one forearm supports behind her shoulders and shoulder blades and the other passes under the backs of her knees, glove leather creased at the grip, her legs hanging past his elbow. Clorica is the girl with long purple hair, twin braids falling down toward the ground on the far side and loose strands lifting in the breeze, a frilled jacket and long-sleeved shirt with a necktie at her collar, pantyhose on the dangling legs; she is dead weight in the gentlest way, head lolling against his upper chest and shoulder, eyes fully closed with relaxed lids, a sleepy slackness to her mouth broken by the faint light smile curved at both corners, and a light pink blush dusted high across both cheeks. Her arms are looped around the back of Lest's neck, forearms crossed loosely at his nape, one hand resting near his collar. Lest's own cheeks hold the same light pink blush and a light, unforced smile; his purple eyes are angled down toward her closed face rather than the path, watching where he is stepping only in his periphery, so the gaze contact closes on her sleeping expression. Sunlight comes from the upper left of frame, warm and afternoon-soft, laying a bright edge along the top of his brown hair and the upward-facing planes of her braids and skirt while the undersides of both bodies fall into cooler shade; their paired shadow stretches to the lower right across the gravel, broken where the path's stones scuff. The park fills the background in layered depth: a row of tall trees in leaf reduced to softer green shapes, a scatter of low bushes and dappled grass, tall grass blades bending with the wind, and the path narrowing away behind them in shallow focus. Palette: warm greens and sunlit gravel against the brown of his hair and the violet of her hair, lit by gentle gold. Quiet, drowsy tenderness.
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