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character: koyuki_(blue_archive), copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, petite, long pink hair, twintails, very long hair, hair between eyes, pink eyes, small fang, witch, witch hat, black and orange cape, naked, pink striped panties, pink striped bra, bandaged up, bandages on torso and arms, scratches, bruises, blood on body, (((pain))), ((pained)), ((in pain)), ((wounded))), one eye closed, tears, trembling, gritted teeth, clutching stomach, hands on own belly, (((disemboweled))), (((open stomach))), (((torn open stomach))), organs out, holding own intestines, intestines, internal organs, blood dripping, sweat, hunched over, knees bent, looking down at own hands, from side, cowboy shot, close-up on torso, dark stone chamber, single candle light, spoken_heart Seen from a low three-quarter side view at hip height, the small witch is caught mid-collapse: her knees have buckled inward, her right hip juts out to carry her failing weight while her left heel drags back on the flagstones. A wide-brimmed witch hat with a bent, crumpled point sits crooked on her head, its tip drooping toward her left shoulder, and her long pink twintails spill forward over her arms, several strands stuck to her damp cheek. Her black and orange cape hangs open from her shoulders, its orange lining flipped outward, the hem pooling on the floor behind her; beneath it she wears only a pink striped bra and pink striped panties, the stripes stretched where the bandages wrap her ribs and her thin upper arms, gauze darkened at the edges. Her small fang shows between gritted teeth as she winces. Both hands press hard to the lower edge of her own torn-open stomach, fingers spread and slick, cupping a loop of pale intestine that has slipped loose between them, one strand of it looping over her knuckles and dragging down toward her thigh. Scratches cross her hip and her forearm, bruises sit purple on her ribs and one shoulder, and blood runs in thin beaded lines over her belly and down her legs. Her right eye is squeezed shut and her left eye is wide, wet, brimming over with a tear track cutting through the grime down her cheek; her gaze is fixed downward on her own hands and the wound, not on the viewer. Her shoulders hitch and tremble, and the cape quivers with the small convulsions. The only light is a single candle below and to her right, low and orange: it finds the undersides of her chin, her fingers and the wet coils of intestine, throws a long wrong shadow up the stone wall behind her, and leaves the corners of the chamber in absolute darkness. Palette of orange candlelight, bruised purple, and the candy pink of her hair and underwear against cold grey stone. A tiny hand-drawn heart sits alone in a small speech bubble beside her face. Quiet, shuddering dread.
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character: koyuki_(blue_archive), copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, petite, long pink hair, twintails, very long hair, hair between eyes, pink eyes, small fang, witch, witch hat, black and orange cape, naked, pink striped panties, pink striped bra, bandaged up, bandages on torso and arms, scratches, bruises, blood on body, (((pain))), ((pained)), ((in pain)), ((wounded))), one eye closed, tears, trembling, gritted teeth, clutching stomach, hands on own belly, (((disemboweled))), (((open stomach))), (((torn open stomach))), organs out, holding own intestines, intestines, internal organs, blood dripping, sweat, hunched over, knees bent, looking down at own hands, from side, cowboy shot, close-up on torso, dark stone chamber, single candle light, spoken_heart Seen from a low three-quarter side view at hip height, the small witch is caught mid-collapse: her knees have buckled inward, her right hip juts out to carry her failing weight while her left heel drags back on the flagstones. A wide-brimmed witch hat with a bent, crumpled point sits crooked on her head, its tip drooping toward her left shoulder, and her long pink twintails spill forward over her arms, several strands stuck to her damp cheek. Her black and orange cape hangs open from her shoulders, its orange lining flipped outward, the hem pooling on the floor behind her; beneath it she wears only a pink striped bra and pink striped panties, the stripes stretched where the bandages wrap her ribs and her thin upper arms, gauze darkened at the edges. Her small fang shows between gritted teeth as she winces. Both hands press hard to the lower edge of her own torn-open stomach, fingers spread and slick, cupping a loop of pale intestine that has slipped loose between them, one strand of it looping over her knuckles and dragging down toward her thigh. Scratches cross her hip and her forearm, bruises sit purple on her ribs and one shoulder, and blood runs in thin beaded lines over her belly and down her legs. Her right eye is squeezed shut and her left eye is wide, wet, brimming over with a tear track cutting through the grime down her cheek; her gaze is fixed downward on her own hands and the wound, not on the viewer. Her shoulders hitch and tremble, and the cape quivers with the small convulsions. The only light is a single candle below and to her right, low and orange: it finds the undersides of her chin, her fingers and the wet coils of intestine, throws a long wrong shadow up the stone wall behind her, and leaves the corners of the chamber in absolute darkness. Palette of orange candlelight, bruised purple, and the candy pink of her hair and underwear against cold grey stone. A tiny hand-drawn heart sits alone in a small speech bubble beside her face. Quiet, shuddering dread.
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character: koyuki_(blue_archive), copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, koyuki_(blue_archive), pink_hair, long_hair, very_long_hair, twintails, hair_between_eyes, pink_eyes, small_fang, petite, witch_hat, cape, black_and_orange_cape, magical_wand, pink_striped_bra, striped_bra, pink_striped_panties, striped_panties, no_shirt, no_pants, bare_shoulders, bare_arms, bare_legs, (((bandages))), (((bandaged up))), bandaged_torso, bandages_on_arms, bandages_on_thighs, bruises, bruised_face, scratches, (((wounded))), (((bleeding))), (((bloody hands))), (((bloody body))), (((blood on legs))), (((body covered in blood))), (((disemboweled))), (((open stomach))), (((torn open stomach))), intestines, internal_organs, organs_out, holding_own_intestines, hands_on_own_stomach, blood_dripping_from_hands, (((pain))), ((pained))), ((in pain))), dying, scared, tears, crying, trembling, one_eye_closed, clenched_teeth, sweat, blood_on_cheek, from_above, dutch_angle, close-up, looking_up, looking_at_viewer, motion_blur_on_hands, dim_lighting, desaturated_palette, orange_rim_light, horror, tragic The camera looks steeply down at her from above and slightly off-axis, tilted a few degrees so the floor runs out of true. She has collapsed back onto her heels and one hip in an empty stone-floored room, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, the left knee turned out and the right foot trapped under the opposite thigh. Her very long pink hair has come loose from its twintails; one tail lies flattened across the floor beside her hip and the other hangs forward over her shoulder, strands stuck to her wet cheek. The witch hat sits knocked back on her head, its brim shadowing her brow. The black and orange cape has fallen open and pools behind her shoulders and along the floor, the orange lining turned up toward the light and darkening where it soaks through. Beneath it she wears only the pink striped bra and matching pink striped panties; her shoulders, arms, midriff and legs are bare skin. Bandages are wrapped in overlapping turns across her ribs, both forearms and her left thigh, several layers already soaked dark and peeling loose at the edges, the gauze fibers visibly frayed where blood has dried them stiff. Both her bloody hands are pressed into her own opened stomach, fingers curled and trembling as they try to hold the loops of intestine in; the slippery grey-pink coils spill over the edges of her fingers and slide down across her thighs to the floor, glossy and catching the light. Her stomach is torn wide, the wound gaping dark red at the edges, a slow sheet of blood running from it down over her hip and along her legs to the stone. Blood is smeared across her bruised ribs and collarbone in broad drying streaks, freckling her cheeks and chin, matted into the ends of her hair and pooled in a widening dark circle beneath her. Her left eye is squeezed shut against the pain, the lid creased hard; the right eye is wide and wet, tears running down over her bruised cheek and dripping from her jaw. Her brows are drawn up and pinched, her mouth is open and pulled back in a scared grimace that bares the small fang at one corner, her teeth clenched, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip. Her whole body is trembling, and the shake shows in the small motion smears of her hands, the quiver of the wand that lies loosely in the crook of her arm where she can no longer grip it, and the shivering of the cape's hem. The only light comes from a low orange glow off to the right of frame, raking sideways across the floor and rim-lighting the curve of her shoulder, the loose hair, and the wet coils in her hands, leaving the left side of her face and the far wall in deep shadow. There are no bright areas without that source: the rest of the room falls away into blackness. The palette holds to desaturated pink and grey skin, dark red blood, the orange lining of the cape and the orange key light, and the black of the shadow. Her gaze is lifted up and out toward the viewer, pleading and terrified, the one open eye fixed on the lens. Tragic, quiet dread.
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character: koyuki_(blue_archive), copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, koyuki_(blue_archive), pink_hair, long_hair, very_long_hair, twintails, hair_between_eyes, pink_eyes, small_fang, petite, witch_hat, cape, black_and_orange_cape, magical_wand, pink_striped_bra, striped_bra, pink_striped_panties, striped_panties, no_shirt, no_pants, bare_shoulders, bare_arms, bare_legs, (((bandages))), (((bandaged up))), bandaged_torso, bandages_on_arms, bandages_on_thighs, bruises, bruised_face, scratches, (((wounded))), (((bleeding))), (((bloody hands))), (((bloody body))), (((blood on legs))), (((body covered in blood))), (((disemboweled))), (((open stomach))), (((torn open stomach))), intestines, internal_organs, organs_out, holding_own_intestines, hands_on_own_stomach, blood_dripping_from_hands, (((pain))), ((pained))), ((in pain))), dying, scared, tears, crying, trembling, one_eye_closed, clenched_teeth, sweat, blood_on_cheek, from_above, dutch_angle, close-up, looking_up, looking_at_viewer, motion_blur_on_hands, dim_lighting, desaturated_palette, orange_rim_light, horror, tragic The camera looks steeply down at her from above and slightly off-axis, tilted a few degrees so the floor runs out of true. She has collapsed back onto her heels and one hip in an empty stone-floored room, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, the left knee turned out and the right foot trapped under the opposite thigh. Her very long pink hair has come loose from its twintails; one tail lies flattened across the floor beside her hip and the other hangs forward over her shoulder, strands stuck to her wet cheek. The witch hat sits knocked back on her head, its brim shadowing her brow. The black and orange cape has fallen open and pools behind her shoulders and along the floor, the orange lining turned up toward the light and darkening where it soaks through. Beneath it she wears only the pink striped bra and matching pink striped panties; her shoulders, arms, midriff and legs are bare skin. Bandages are wrapped in overlapping turns across her ribs, both forearms and her left thigh, several layers already soaked dark and peeling loose at the edges, the gauze fibers visibly frayed where blood has dried them stiff. Both her bloody hands are pressed into her own opened stomach, fingers curled and trembling as they try to hold the loops of intestine in; the slippery grey-pink coils spill over the edges of her fingers and slide down across her thighs to the floor, glossy and catching the light. Her stomach is torn wide, the wound gaping dark red at the edges, a slow sheet of blood running from it down over her hip and along her legs to the stone. Blood is smeared across her bruised ribs and collarbone in broad drying streaks, freckling her cheeks and chin, matted into the ends of her hair and pooled in a widening dark circle beneath her. Her left eye is squeezed shut against the pain, the lid creased hard; the right eye is wide and wet, tears running down over her bruised cheek and dripping from her jaw. Her brows are drawn up and pinched, her mouth is open and pulled back in a scared grimace that bares the small fang at one corner, her teeth clenched, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip. Her whole body is trembling, and the shake shows in the small motion smears of her hands, the quiver of the wand that lies loosely in the crook of her arm where she can no longer grip it, and the shivering of the cape's hem. The only light comes from a low orange glow off to the right of frame, raking sideways across the floor and rim-lighting the curve of her shoulder, the loose hair, and the wet coils in her hands, leaving the left side of her face and the far wall in deep shadow. There are no bright areas without that source: the rest of the room falls away into blackness. The palette holds to desaturated pink and grey skin, dark red blood, the orange lining of the cape and the orange key light, and the black of the shadow. Her gaze is lifted up and out toward the viewer, pleading and terrified, the one open eye fixed on the lens. Tragic, quiet dread.
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character: koyuki_(blue_archive), copyright: blue_archive 1girl, solo, koyuki_(blue_archive), pink_hair, long_hair, very_long_hair, twintails, hair_between_eyes, pink_eyes, small_fang, petite, witch_hat, cape, black_and_orange_cape, magical_wand, pink_striped_bra, striped_bra, pink_striped_panties, striped_panties, no_shirt, no_pants, bare_shoulders, bare_arms, bare_legs, (((bandages))), (((bandaged up))), bandaged_torso, bandages_on_arms, bandages_on_thighs, bruises, bruised_face, scratches, (((wounded))), (((bleeding))), (((bloody hands))), (((bloody body))), (((blood on legs))), (((body covered in blood))), (((disemboweled))), (((open stomach))), (((torn open stomach))), intestines, internal_organs, organs_out, holding_own_intestines, hands_on_own_stomach, blood_dripping_from_hands, (((pain))), ((pained))), ((in pain))), dying, scared, tears, crying, trembling, one_eye_closed, clenched_teeth, sweat, blood_on_cheek, from_above, dutch_angle, close-up, looking_up, looking_at_viewer, motion_blur_on_hands, dim_lighting, desaturated_palette, orange_rim_light, horror, tragic The camera looks steeply down at her from above and slightly off-axis, tilted a few degrees so the floor runs out of true. She has collapsed back onto her heels and one hip in an empty stone-floored room, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, the left knee turned out and the right foot trapped under the opposite thigh. Her very long pink hair has come loose from its twintails; one tail lies flattened across the floor beside her hip and the other hangs forward over her shoulder, strands stuck to her wet cheek. The witch hat sits knocked back on her head, its brim shadowing her brow. The black and orange cape has fallen open and pools behind her shoulders and along the floor, the orange lining turned up toward the light and darkening where it soaks through. Beneath it she wears only the pink striped bra and matching pink striped panties; her shoulders, arms, midriff and legs are bare skin. Bandages are wrapped in overlapping turns across her ribs, both forearms and her left thigh, several layers already soaked dark and peeling loose at the edges, the gauze fibers visibly frayed where blood has dried them stiff. Both her bloody hands are pressed into her own opened stomach, fingers curled and trembling as they try to hold the loops of intestine in; the slippery grey-pink coils spill over the edges of her fingers and slide down across her thighs to the floor, glossy and catching the light. Her stomach is torn wide, the wound gaping dark red at the edges, a slow sheet of blood running from it down over her hip and along her legs to the stone. Blood is smeared across her bruised ribs and collarbone in broad drying streaks, freckling her cheeks and chin, matted into the ends of her hair and pooled in a widening dark circle beneath her. Her left eye is squeezed shut against the pain, the lid creased hard; the right eye is wide and wet, tears running down over her bruised cheek and dripping from her jaw. Her brows are drawn up and pinched, her mouth is open and pulled back in a scared grimace that bares the small fang at one corner, her teeth clenched, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and upper lip. Her whole body is trembling, and the shake shows in the small motion smears of her hands, the quiver of the wand that lies loosely in the crook of her arm where she can no longer grip it, and the shivering of the cape's hem. The only light comes from a low orange glow off to the right of frame, raking sideways across the floor and rim-lighting the curve of her shoulder, the loose hair, and the wet coils in her hands, leaving the left side of her face and the far wall in deep shadow. There are no bright areas without that source: the rest of the room falls away into blackness. The palette holds to desaturated pink and grey skin, dark red blood, the orange lining of the cape and the orange key light, and the black of the shadow. Her gaze is lifted up and out toward the viewer, pleading and terrified, the one open eye fixed on the lens. Tragic, quiet dread.
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