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Tisu Galeri

Jelajahi karya seni 187 Tisu yang sedang tren

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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou_katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, hunched forward, shoulders drawn up, head tilted down, eyes squeezed shut mid-sneeze, open mouth, nose dripping, wet nose, flushed nose, flushed cheeks, dark circles under eyes, tired eyes, irritated, scowl, clenched teeth, sweat drop, shivering, hoodie, long sleeves, white t-shirt held up in both hands, crumpled cloth, tissue substitute, holding cloth to face, nose blowing, blowing nose, from side, cowboy shot, close-up, indoor, bedroom, dim lighting, cold blue palette, disheveled, A side-on cowboy shot of a single young man with short, sharply spiked blonde hair, seen from his left profile in a cramped bedroom, caught at the moment he presses a crumpled white T-shirt over his nose and mouth with both hands. His head is tipped down and forward, chin tucked toward his chest, the white cotton bunched in his fists so only his closed, swollen-lidded red eyes and a sliver of flushed cheek show above the cloth; his shoulders are hunched high so the collar of a loose grey hoodie rides up behind his neck, and he stands off-square, weight sunk into his back foot, one knee bent as if he has been standing there too long. His nose is raw and red at the tip and nostril from hours of this, both nostrils visible glistening before the cloth seals them, and a damp patch is already soaking through the fabric where it touches him. Both hands grip the shirt hard — knuckles pale, sleeves pushed to the forearm, the cloth compressing in a fist-shaped fold on either side of his face — and the hem of the shirt hangs down past his chin, crumpled and used. Behind him a rumpled unmade bed with a tangled duvet, a used tissue-littered nightstand with one small table lamp and a box of tissues, and a curtained window frame the left edge of the composition; the lamp on the nightstand is the only light source, spilling warm-bodied but weak light from behind his shoulder, which throws the side of his face facing us into shadow and lights only the damp shine on the white cloth and the edge of his nose. His spiked hair is flattened and dulled on one side from lying down, and loose strands stick to the temple with sweat; a faint shiver is visible in the raised hair at the back of his neck. The palette is narrowed to three values — cold blue-grey shadow across the hoodie and room, warm sickly amber from the single lamp, and the flat sterile white of the T-shirt, the brightest object in the frame. The whole image is closed at the torso, the bed cropped behind his hips, and the darkness beyond the lamp's small pool is absolute. Miserable and irritated.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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pov, from below, looking up, 1girl, young woman, wavy light brown hair, wide teary eyes, crying, tears streaming down face, reddened eyelids, trembling lips, remorse, guilty expression, distressed, leaning forward, hovering over viewer, hands on viewer, holding cloth to forehead, comforting, oversized knit cardigan, car interior, back seat, enclosed space, vehicle interior light, warm lighting, first aid kit, roll of tape, folded blanket, locked car door, rain-streaked window, night, secluded, claustrophobic Point-of-view framing looking directly upward from a reclined position across the cushioned rear bench seat of an automobile. Leaning low over the viewer, a distressed young woman with shoulder-length wavy light brown hair and wide, wet hazel eyes hovers closely, her torso angled forward so that loose strands of hair drape past her shoulders. Her face is pale and crumpled with overwhelming guilt, her brows drawn upward in pain, lower eyelids swollen red, and fresh tears actively running down her cheeks to collect at the point of her trembling chin. With shaking, gentle hands, she presses a folded damp white cloth tenderly against the viewer's bruised forehead, while her other palm rests soothingly atop the thick wool blanket bundled over the viewer’s chest, her gaze locked pleadingly into the viewer's eyes. Beside her hip on the dark upholstery, an opened first-aid kit spills rolls of sterile gauze across the cushions, resting alongside a heavy roll of duct tape and vehicle keys tossed in frantic haste. The car doors remain shut with the lock pins visibly pushed down into their sills. Illumination comes entirely from the small overhead dome lamp, casting a warm golden spotlight over the crown of her head, the glossy sheen of her tear tracks, and the knuckles of her hands, leaving the vehicle footwells and rear glass in deep, shadowed darkness. Outside the tinted rear window, rain streams downward in narrow parallel rivulets, blurring the distant sodium-orange glare of an empty roadside into soft ambient bokeh. Desperate, remorseful tenderness.
Kiki

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