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character: tokisaki_kurumi, copyright: date_a_live
1girl, solo, tokisaki kurumi, long black hair, twin braids, red hair ribbon, heterochromia, one red eye, one yellow eye, clock face pupil, clock hands in pupil, very large breasts, black and red gothic lolita dress, corset bodice, white frilled blouse, red ribbon at collar, detached sleeves, black gloves, thighhighs, red aura, magical aura, glowing red mist, clock behind her, giant clock face in background, roman numerals, clock hands, using ability, occult magic, one arm up, arm raised, reaching upward, open hand, fingers spread, suspicious smile, smirk, half-closed eyes, narrowed eyes, front view, portrait, close-up, face focus, looking at viewer, from front, slightly tilted head, dramatic lighting, dark background, red and gold palette
Front view, framed from the chest up with the face filling the upper center of the frame, slightly tilted so the close-up presses near her features while both her shoulders and the upper swell of her very large chest remain inside the crop. She faces the camera square-on and cocks her head a few degrees to her left, chin dipped, so she looks out from under her lashes. Her long black hair falls in two bound twintails past her shoulders on either side of the frame, red ribbon ties at their roots, loose strands lifting and drifting outward in the updraft of her own power.
Her eyes are mismatched and both are open: the right eye a clear deep red, the left a luminous yellow whose pupil has become a tiny clock dial, a hair-thin ring of numerals with two slender hands set at different angles across it, the hands catching the light as sharp dark marks. The yellow eye is the brightest point of her face. Her left brow lifts, the corners of her mouth pull up in a thin, knowing, suspicious smile with one canine just showing, lips parted a fraction, and her gaze fixes straight on the viewer with a teasing, dangerous steadiness.
She raises her right arm straight up and slightly out, elbow locked, the black-gloved hand open above her head with the fingers spread and the palm turned three-quarters toward the lens; the raised arm pulls the shoulder of her dress tight and shadows the underside of the sleeve. Her other arm is out of frame below the crop. Her weight settles on her back foot, chest lifted by the reach, the red corset lacing drawn taut across her bust.
Behind her, filling the upper background, hangs a vast translucent clock face: gold Roman numerals on a dark dial, its hands frozen at an oblique angle, the disc turning slightly and its edge rippling like heat haze. A faint red aura seeps off her whole silhouette, a soft crimson haze thickening at the edges of her hair and her raised arm and thinning to nothing toward the middle of her face, so the light around her reads as self-generated. The clock glows dully, its gold light rimming her hair and shoulders from behind while her face stays lit from the front by a cool dim key; the corners of the frame fall black. A single glint sits in the yellow clock pupil where the key light strikes the dial, thrown back a half-second after her hand moves. Palette confined to black, crimson and antique gold, with the yellow eye as the one brilliant accent. Ominous, magnetic.
Oct 28, 2026 11:35 AM