character: shameimaru_aya, copyright: touhou
1girl, solo, shameimaru aya, black feathered wings, bird wings, white collared shirt, short sleeves, puffy sleeves, puffy short sleeves, black bowtie, black frilled miniskirt, frilled skirt, pom pom (clothes), white thighhighs, red hat, tokin hat, black bow, brown hair, medium hair, floating hair, red eyes, pointy ears, blush, open mouth, sweatdrop, embarrassed, one hand up, hand up, skirt tug, wind lift, covering crotch, covering privates, medium breasts, breasts, thighs, skindentation, outdoors, day, blue sky, wind, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot
The camera looks up at her from a low, slightly tilted angle, so her figure stands tall against an open blue sky that fills the whole upper half of the frame behind her. She is alone, holding her ground in front of a low pale stone wall that runs across the very bottom of the composition, its top edge crossing behind her calves. Wind comes from the left, and it organizes everything: her brown medium-length hair streams sideways and floats up off her shoulders in loose lifted strands, her white collared shirt with short puffy sleeves ripples so the puffed cuffs swell and belly away from her upper arms, and the black bowtie at her open collar flips up and to the right. The red tokin hat sits forward on her head with the small black bow pinned at its front, and she has clamped one hand up onto the hat's brim to hold it down, elbow angled out and forward.
Her other hand is the whole story of the picture. It has snatched at the hem of her black frilled miniskirt and drags it down hard over her front, knuckles white in the fabric, the pleated frills crushed into her fist, while the wind fights her and flips the skirt's far edge up and out to her right. The downward pull prints shallow creases across the front panel and presses the fabric flat over her crotch, and where the skirt's waistband is pulled taut against her hips it bites a soft indentation into her middle. Below the hem her white thighhighs grip her thighs, and the elastic tops pinch shallow skindentation into the flesh above them. Her black feathered wings sweep out low and wide behind her shoulders, the primaries splayed and trembling in the gusts, and a couple of loose down feathers spin away to the right through the light.
Her face is caught mid-gasp at the most exposed instant: cheeks deeply blushed, eyes wide and red, brows lifted and drawn together, mouth open in a startled protest, a single sweatdrop beaded at her temple and just starting to slide. She is looking down and away over her shoulder toward the offending gust, chin turned, not at the lens. Daylight is high and broad and comes from the upper left, so it lights the left side of her face and the white of her shirt, glints off the thighhighs, and drops short soft shadows from the lifted skirt onto her thighs; the sky behind her is a clean saturated blue with only a thin high drift of cloud. Her white shirt, white thighhighs and the sky hold the picture bright, with the black of the wings, skirt and bowtie biting hard against it and the single red of the hat as the accent. Embarrassed, windblown.
Oct 22, 2026 8:42 AM
