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1boy, solo, male, short curly green hair, large green eyes, freckles, from below, close-up, dutch angle, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, sneezing, open mouth, mid-sneeze, three sneezes, frantic sneezing, drunk, drunkard, blush, flushed face, teary eyes, watery eyes, allergic reaction, sneeze, hives, red nose, runny nose, congested, miserable, grimacing, furrowed brow, blowing nose, holding paper towel, paper towel to nose, nose blow, wet tissue, messy, wine bottle, empty bottle, green glass wine bottle, tilting bottle, drooping shoulders, hunched over, wrinkled shirt, open collar, sweat, trembling, dark circles, comic misery, comedic, exaggerated expression, vertical composition, dim warm interior, cluttered desk, discarded crumpled tissues, single light source, harsh overhead lamp, Close-up from below in a slight dutch tilt: seen low and up the length of his face, a lone young man is caught at the peak of his third sneeze — head thrown back so the whole line of his throat and the underside of his jaw are exposed, chin lifted, nostrils flared and raw, upper lip peeled back off his teeth, mouth wide open in a wet gasp, eyes crushed shut with tears leaking from the corners and cutting bright tracks down cheeks already blotched pink and swollen by the allergy. Short curly green hair is mussed and sticking up at the crown, a few curls plastered to his damp forehead with a faint sheen of sweat; his whole face above the eyes is a flushed, feverish red, and a scatter of fine raised hives sits along one cheekbone and the side of his neck. His shoulders are hunched and drawn forward around his own chest, the collar of a creased pale shirt hanging open and damp at the throat, one hand fisted at his sternum and the other clamped around a crumpled paper towel pressed hard to the underside of his nose, fingertips denting the paper, knuckles pale. On the desk edge entering the bottom left of frame, the empty green glass wine bottle has tipped over on its side and rolled a shallow arc, the last streak of wine running from its mouth along a seam in the wood; a drift of balled-up, sodden paper towels surrounds it, one hanging off the edge. A moment of stillness reads through the blur: this is the paper towel now at his face, and the picture holds him a half-second after the third sneeze, at his lowest — the single overhead lamp is the only light source, raking down from above so the hollows under his eyes, under his nose and beneath his chin go deep and dark while the wet rim of his nostrils, the tears and the damp patches on the towel catch a hard hot highlight; beyond the lamp's pool the room falls off into absolute dark. Palette reduced to green — hair, bottle, the sick flush of one cheek — against the amber-warm lamp and the greys of his flesh and shirt. The sneeze has unsettled the loose curls at his temple and the fine strands fall forward over his brow. Utterly miserable, faintly comic.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, leaning forward, head tilted forward, one hand gripping crumpled white tissue over nose, other hand raised with index finger knuckling at nostril, nose itch, allergic rhinitis, squinting, watery eyes, irritated, furrowed brows, gritted teeth, blush across nose bridge, from below, close-up, dramatic foreshortening, indoor bedroom, dim desk lamp light, exhausted, messy, "HONK", wet congested sneeze, tissue crushed, runny nose, red nose. The camera sits below and slightly in front, looking up at him from desk level, so his lean over the frame becomes a heavy, looming shape. One knee up on the edge of the low bed, the other foot planted flat on the floor bearing his weight, his torso tipped forward over that raised knee; his right hand is a loose fist pressing a crumpled tissue against his nose, the tissue bunched and darkened at the center where it has already soaked through, his nostrils flaring around it as his cheeks puff and his jaw clenches to force the blast through. His left hand has just dropped away from the other side of his nose, index finger still hooked in the knuckle-curl of an itch that would not quit, and it hangs there, twitching. His head is pushed down and forward, chin tucked, the cords of his neck standing out, and his eyes are squeezed almost shut above the tissue, one visible under a sharply lowered brow, wet and bloodshot at the rim, glaring sideways past the tissue at nothing at all. His spiked ash-blonde hair is flattened on one side from where he has been lying down, a couple of strands stuck to his damp temple. In the background at the edge of the lamp's reach, the desk is a mess of used tissues scattered and crushed across the surface, a small mountain of them, several darkened, one fallen to the floor, and the wall clock hangs just behind his shoulder. The desk lamp is the only light source, low and warm, coming from the lower left, so it underlights his jaw and the underside of the tissue, throws a hard shadow of his head up the wall behind him, and leaves the corners of the room in absolute dark; the warm yellow falls off into deep brown at the frame's edges. Palette: warm lamp-yellow on skin and paper, dull grey-black shirt and pants, the red of his eyes and nose the only saturated notes, the white tissues going grey where they are wet. The tissue deforms around the pressure of his nose, the crumple holding the shape of his face. Miserable, fed-up.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

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