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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1man, 2girls wrong, no, 1girl 1boy, tall man, ugly man, long hair, swept bangs, bangs, hair between eyes, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair, blue eyes, green eyes, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, blush, sad, sighing, standing, forced kiss, kiss on lips, brutal kiss, woman not enjoying it, arms at sides, hand holding, man kissing woman wickedly, rococo style, red and white dress, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, ridiculous ornaments, (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))), ((((fur coat)))), black fur coat, colossal earrings, colossal bracelets, colossal engagement ring, tiara, diamond collar, dutch angle, cowboy shot, close-up on faces Dutch-tilted cowboy shot from slightly below, the two figures filling the frame corner to corner. In the center the woman stands square and stiff, weight sunk into her left heel, her chin pushed up and back by the kiss so her throat is stretched; her long black-and-blue gradient hair, swept bangs falling over her forehead and a lock between her eyes, hangs heavy and still. Both her hands hang down at her sides, fingers slack and curled near the seam of her enormous red-and-white skirt. The tall man looms over her from her right, a head and a half above her, his long body bent down into her, shoulders hunched around her; one of his big hands is woven into her right hand and lifts it only a little off her skirt, the other pressed flat to her jaw. His mouth is crushed down on hers, his lips pushed hard and askew against her closed mouth, his face close enough that their lashes overlap. Her blue-green eyes are open and wet under lowered lids, sliding off to the side away from him, one brow pinched; her cheeks are a hot red blush, and a thin breath is escaping the corner of her mouth where his lips part from hers — the exhale she cannot finish. His eyes are half shut with a mean, satisfied squint, mouth corners pulled up into the kiss. Her dress is an overload: a red-and-white rococo gown with a high lace collar and a bodice buried under so much lace, so many ruffles and so many ribbon bows that the layers stand off her body in tiers; sequins and glitter fabric scatter pinpricks of light across every panel; ridiculous ornaments — candy-coloured ribbon rosettes, pearl clusters, tiny gilt frames and dangling charms — are pinned in a crust over the huge puffy skirt, which is wide enough to occupy the bottom third of the frame and drags past her feet. Over all of it, (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))): a long black ((((fur coat)))) hangs from her shoulders unbuttoned, its hem sweeping the floor behind her, the dense black pelt swallowing the light and dulling the red-white glare of the dress at both edges. A diamond collar is a ring of white fire at her throat, colossal earrings hang like chandeliers to her shoulders, colossal bracelets clink in stacks at each wrist, a colossal engagement ring sits as a heavy cold iceberg on the hand the man holds, and a tiara is set back in her hair. Background is a dim rococo interior reduced to softness: a gilt mirror frame and a swag of dusty velvet out of focus behind them. One warm window light comes from the upper left, raking across her tiara, her earrings and the ridges of black fur, putting her face in his shadow and leaving the darkness thick in the lower right. Their cast shadow smears together on the floor behind the skirt. Palette held to red, white, black, and skin, with gold only in the frame's glints and the cold white of diamonds. Miserable, gilded.
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1 girl,akane kurokawa, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, blue eyes, green eyes, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair,enormous breasts,rococo style,colossal earrings,colossal engagement ring, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt,long skirt oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins,ridicolus ornaments in dress,red and white dress,(((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))),((((fur coat)))),fur dress,sad,colossal engagement ring,colossal bracelets,tiara,blush,la mujer esta suspirando,la mujer esta de pie,diamond collar,1 man,tall man,ugly man,kiss in lips,brutal kiss,forced kiss,el hombre besa con maldad a la mujer,la mujer no lo disfruta,las manos de la mujer estan abajo,el hombre entrelaza una mano con la de la mujer
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character: kurokawa_akane 2girls? no -- 1girl, 1boy, 2 subjects, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black and blue two-tone hair, blue eye, green eye, heterochromia, enormous breasts, rococo style dress, overly ornate tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, ridiculous ornaments on dress, red and white dress, glitter fabric, sequins, puffy huge oversized long skirt, (((la chica lleva un abrigo negro encima del vestido))), black fur coat over dress, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, blush, sad, sighing, standing, tall man, ugly man, kiss on lips, brutal kiss, forced kiss, malicious kiss, woman not enjoying kiss, turning away, closed eyes, distressed, from side, profile, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dramatic lighting, chiaroscuro, A low three-quarter profile view from slightly below, tilted a few degrees off level, with the two figures filling the frame from mid-thigh up and the huge skirt spilling out of the bottom edge. The woman stands at the left of frame, her weight sunk onto her right leg so her left hip juts and the enormous puffed skirt bulges toward the lower right, its hem lost off-frame; her spine leans back and away, chin pulled to her right, whole torso torqued to escape. The man at the right of frame is a head and a half taller, stooping down and forward over her: his right hand clamps the back of her neck under the fur collar, his left fist bunches the black fur at her shoulder, and his mouth is crushed flat against hers, mashing her lips, his head tilted hard to one side. Her mouth stays compressed and pulled to one corner under his; her eyes are squeezed shut with the brows drawn up and pinched at the center, a shine of tears along the lower lash line, cheeks flushed deep red with blush, and her breath goes out in a thin visible puff from the corner of her mouth, the sigh escaping around the kiss. His eyes are open, narrowed, looking down at her face with a mean curl at one mouth corner. Her hair is long, falling past her shoulders in a black-to-blue gradient -- black at the crown and blue down the lengths -- with a heavy fringe of straight bangs over her brow, some strands crushed between her cheek and his jaw, the ends swinging back from the tilt of her head; one blue eye and one green eye, the blue on the frame-left side. The dress is a rococo explosion in red and white: a tight boned bodice crusted with sequins that throw hard pinpoint highlights, white lace foaming at the neckline in three stacked tiers, absurdly many ribbon bows in alternating red and white stuck at every seam, ruffles pleated so densely they read as a ridge of coral, gilt and paste-jewel ornaments of no consistent design bolted across the front, and a skirt puffed and gathered into a balloon that is wider than she is tall with more lace and bows at the hem. Over all of it she wears a heavy black fur coat, worn open and pushed back off her shoulders so it frames the dress, its thick nap swallowing the light and its collar standing up around her neck and crushed under his hand. A diamond collar rings her throat beneath the fur, above it colossal drop earrings pull at both earlobes, a tiara sits tilted in the black hair at her crown, enormous bracelets of stacked stones weight both wrists, and on her left hand the colossal engagement ring sits as a faceted mass the size of a plum, that hand hanging limp at her side with the fingers slack. The man's face is coarse and heavy-jawed, big nose, broken-veined cheeks, stubble, small wet eyes, greasy dark hair combed back; he wears a plain dark high-collared formal coat, dull and unornamented, so the visual weight sits entirely on her. The light is a single hard warm lamp from high frame-left, off-camera: it rakes the left side of the scene, catching the sequins and the facets of the ring and tiara in bright chips, throwing the man's shadow across her cheek and lighting the rim of the fur, while the right side of the frame and the underside of the skirt fall into deep brown-black. Palette is red and white on her, black in the fur and his coat, and warm skin tones -- nothing else admitted. A few loose sequins have fallen and lie scattered on the front of her skirt, twinkling where the light hits. Oppressive, glittering cruelty.
Brago bloodfallen
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character: kurokawa_akane 2 girls, yuri, hug from behind, back hug, kiss on cheek, cheek kiss, standing, sighing, sad, blush, tall woman, ugly woman, tall, mature female, enormous breasts, long hair, bangs, swept bangs, hair between eyes, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair, blue hair, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, rococo style, red and white dress, overly ornate tacky dress, overdecorated, excessive lace, excessive ruffles, excessive bows, too many bows, ridiculous ornaments, glitter fabric, sequins, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, fur dress, fur trim, long black coat, fur coat, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, full body, from side, dutch angle, dim ballroom, chandelier light, ((tall woman)), ((ugly woman)), (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))), ((((fur coat)))) From a low three-quarter side angle that tilts slightly off level, two women stand on the scuffed parquet of a dim, cavernous ballroom. The nearer woman, taller by a head and broad-shouldered, is a gaunt, long-faced woman with a heavy jaw, a hooked nose and shadowed eyes — ((ugly woman)), unmistakably ((tall woman)), her height exaggerated by the low camera. She stands planted behind a shorter woman, her arms wrapped around her from behind: her chin rests at the shorter woman's temple, her forearms clamp across her collarbones, her hands clasped flat over her sternum. Her lips are pressed to the shorter woman's left cheek, and her shut eyes and tightened mouth press a soft dent into the flesh. She is draped in a coat of grey-brown fur, its guard hairs catching the light wherever they curve upward. The shorter woman — Akane — stands sagging under the embrace, her weight slumped onto her right hip, her shoulders curled forward inside her coat. Her hair is a long gradient that starts black at the scalp and spills into deep blue at the ends, a full set of bangs sweeping across her forehead and a strand falling between her eyes; her eyes are open only halfway, one blue, one green, with faint star-shaped pupils catching the chandelier light. Her brows tilt up at the inner ends, her blush an edged flush across nose and cheeks, her lips parted on a long exhaled breath, a small puff of air past her teeth. Her own arms hang limp at her sides, the fingers barely curled, her colossal ring dragging the hand slightly downward. She is looking at nothing in the middle distance, off past the frame's left edge, and her downturn is mirrored by the droop of the taller woman's shoulders against her. Over the dress Akane wears a coat of long black wool, its collar turned up, its hem breaking at her mid-calf and parting wide at the front: (((((la chica lleva un abrigo largo negro encima del vestido))))). Beneath and spilling out of it, the dress is red and white in loud panels, rococo in silhouette and ridiculous in degree — a puffed, enormous, floor-swallowing skirt that flares wider than her reach, its white underlayer showing where the red overskirts split. Lace stands in flat stiff tiers at the cuffs and collar, ruffles crowd every seam, ribbons are tied and retied until they read as clutter, and sequins and glitter threads throw scattered pinpricks of light wherever the fabric turns. The ensemble is finished with fur: a coat of ((((fur coat)))) worn over the wool, ticking out at the cuffs, and hem and collar edged in fur dress trim. At her throat a diamond collar lies against the skin above the coat's lapel, its stones bending with her sighing breath. Above it, a small tiara is set back behind her bangs. At the ears, colossal earrings hang in tiers almost to the jaw; at both wrists, colossal bracelets clink loosely over the cuffs; and on her right hand the colossal engagement ring rides so heavy that the finger angles off to the side. All the jewels flash with the same cold white source. Above and behind, a single chandelier provides the only light; it hangs out of frame at upper right, so its brightness rakes from the right side — the right of the taller woman's face is lit and the left is in deep shadow, the earring facets throwing tiny caustics down onto the collar, and across the floor the two merged silhouettes stretch away, soft-edged and long. The room beyond them drops into absolute darkness, and the air smells of dust and old velvet. Overloaded, quietly miserable.
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1boy, 2girls? no, 1girl 1boy only, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, hair between eyes, swept bangs, multicolored hair, gradient hair, black hair fading into blue hair, heterochromia, one blue eye, one green eye, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, cleavage, rococo style, overly ornate tacky dress, overdecorated, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, ridiculous ornaments on dress, red and white dress, fur-trimmed dress, glitter fabric, sequins, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, blush, sad, frowning, teary eyes, 1boy, ugly man, tall man, grabbing waist from behind, hand over mouth, kidnapping, struggling, from behind, over-shoulder composition, dutch angle, cowboy shot, seductive_smile no — distressed, heavy_breathing, trembling, motion_lines, clutched hands, ballroom interior, chandelier light, Seen from a low dutch angle over the woman's shoulder: her back is toward the camera, her head twisted into a sharp left profile so the camera catches only that left cheek, one visible blue eye wide and wet, and the black-and-blue gradient hair spilling over her shoulder toward the viewer. Both of the tall man's arms are wrapped around her from behind — his left forearm barred across her waist, crushing the fur-trimmed red-and-white satin against her enormous chest, his right palm clamped flat over her mouth from jaw to nose, the fingers spread and denting her cheek so her lips are pressed unseen against his skin. Her hands claw up at that wrist, her colossal bracelets bunching and sliding at her forearm and her colossal engagement ring catching the light as she pulls; she lifts onto her toes, heels lifting out of the huge puffy skirt, weight tipping off balance into his grip. Her chin is craned up and away from the palm, no eye contact with him, gaze thrown toward the upper-left out of frame; his head is above and behind hers, tilted down, small eyes fixed on the top of her head, mouth slack and grim. He looms a full head and a half above her — heavy brow, crooked nose, stubbled jaw, sloping shoulders, shabby dark overcoat that ends bluntly against her glittering sequined silhouette, no lace, no ornament on him. The dress is a burden of excess: tiered lace cascading at the neckline, fur edge at the hem and cuffs, ruffles stacked in layers so dense the skirt stands out in a puffed bell wider than her hips, bows knotted at the waist, the sleeves and the bodice until they are almost too many to count, ridiculous ornaments of paste jewels and ribbons pinned everywhere, sequins strewn across the satin and the glitter fabric scattering pinpricks of light at every fold. The puffy skirt crumples and twists where his forearm digs into her hip. The colossal earrings swing forward on their long chains, the tiara slides a fraction off level, and the diamond collar sits rigid at her throat, digging in as she strains. Fur trim blurs at the edges where the fabric is crushed. Set in a dim ballroom: a gilded rococo interior dissolves in shadow behind them, cornices and a candelabra chandelier above the frame. A single warm chandelier light comes from high above and slightly right, laying highlights on the tiara, the diamond collar, the sequins and the man's bare forearm, and casting both their shadows hard and long onto the marble floor at the lower left. Beyond that pool the darkness is absolute. Palette: red and white dress, blue and black hair as the only cool note against warm gold and umber surroundings. One physical tell: where his palm presses her mouth, her breath fogs and the sequins at her cheek catch a fine sweat sheen, while the loose fur strands along the hem lie flat rather than puffing — crushed, not stirred. Tense, suffocating dread.
Fitentia Lombardy
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character: kurokawa_akane 1girl, 1boy, kurokawa akane, long hair, bangs, black hair, blue hair, multicolored hair, gradient hair, hair between eyes, swept bangs, blue eyes, green eyes, heterochromia, star-shaped pupils, enormous breasts, rococo style, colossal earrings, colossal engagement ring, colossal bracelets, tiara, diamond collar, blush, sad, crying, overly ornate dress, tacky dress, too much lace, excessive ruffles, too many bows, overdecorated, puffy skirt, huge skirt, long skirt, oversized dress, glitter fabric, sequins, fur trim, ridiculous ornaments, red and white dress, ugly man, tall man, kidnapping, grabbed wrist, pulling, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, depth of field, looking at viewer, terrified, clenched teeth, wide-eyed, Low dutch angle, camera tilted so the whole hall leans, boy's-eye view up from knee height: the tall man fills the right two-thirds of the frame as a looming wedge, and the girl is dragged off-balance toward camera-left. He is gaunt and ugly — long lopsided jaw, broken crooked nose, heavy brow shadowing deep-set small eyes, bad uneven teeth bared in a grin, greasy lank hair sticking to his forehead, stubble, stooped shoulders in a plain threadbare dark traveling coat with the collar turned up, sleeves too short on his long arms. His huge bony right hand clamps all the way around her left wrist and forearm, thumb pressed into the inside of the wrist, knuckles whitening, lifting her arm high; his left hand fists the lace at her shoulder, bunching the fabric and hauling her sideways so her weight tips onto the outside edge of her left foot, right foot skidding, right toe trailing, body arcing away from him in a long counter-curve. She is drawn taller and softer than him, thrown forward into the tilt: chin pulled back and down, brows drawn up in the middle, one tear cutting a clean line through the blush high on her cheek and dropping free of her jaw, lower lip trembling under clenched teeth, mouth open in a small soundless shape. Her gaze is locked up into his face, and his eyes are angled down at her, so the two eyelines meet across the gap. Her free right hand is flung out to the side with fingers splayed, the colossal engagement ring a fat blazing rock that catches the light. Her hair is the loudest thing in the frame: long, falling past her hips, a gradient running from near-black at the crown and bangs into deep blue at the lengths, with a blue-black layered fringe cut straight across the brow, longer strands between her eyes, and one heavy swept section across the left brow. Eyes mismatched — the left one blue, the right one green — with faint star-shaped highlights in the pupils. Colossal jeweled earrings hang from both ears, long as her neck, swinging out on their own momentum; colossal bracelets stack up both forearms and clatter against the diamond collar, a rigid band of packed white stones ringing her throat above the fur. The dress is a catastrophe of excess: red and white rococo, boned bodice crusted with sequins over glitter-shot fabric, white lace foaming in three tiers at the neckline and cuffs, ruffles stacked so thick the seams disappear, bows knotted at the shoulder, the waist, the hip and the back — too many to count — plus ridiculous ornaments: enamel medallions, paste jewels, a little gilt bird, dangling ribbons, all of it crowding the bodice. A band of pale fur wraps the neckline and the hem edges. The skirt is enormous, puffed and boned out on hidden supports into a huge bell wider than she is tall, sweeping a long arc out of the bottom of the frame, quilted white and red panels, white fur along the hem, lace and sequins and bows piled on every visible tier. A small tiara sits pushed forward on her crown, one point snagging a lock of hair. The setting is a dim baroque hall: parquet floor running away under the tilted horizon, a row of gilded pilasters and a tall window receding into soft shadow behind them, all of it blurred by shallow depth of field. A single cold shaft of window light drives in from the upper left, striking the left side of her face, igniting the sequins, the latex sheen of the glitter fabric and the facets of the ring and earrings, and leaving his face in half-shadow on the right, rimmed only along the nose and brow. Cold blue-grey shadows, hot red and white and gold on her — nothing else admitted. The fur hem drags a fresh skid-mark in the floor dust where her foot has slipped; her hair and the earrings still carry the momentum of the pull in the opposite direction to the drag. Grim, garish, and sad.
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