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Artwork made by Zenless Zone Zero,Astra Yao（ゼンレスゼーンゼロ、アストラ）
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Yanagi vs Astra Yao
BlackReaper 097
Astra Yao vs Acheron
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Astra Yao vs Acheron
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Astra Yao Pout
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Acheron vs Astra Yao
BlackReaper 097
Acheron vs Astra Yao
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Astra Yao Pout
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Astra Yao Pout
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Astra Yao Pout
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zenless_zone_zero, Astra Yao, a disheveled young woman with long, straight black hair sits alone in a dimly lit modern office, her hair tangled and partially obscuring her tear-streaked face. She wears a wrinkled dark long-sleeved dress shirt, its collar askew revealing red marks on her neck, with buttons missing and sleeves unevenly rolled. Her black pencil skirt is twisted and hiked up on one side, exposing her thighs slightly, while her black stockings show runs and dirt stains, one garter clip dangling loose. A single high heel lies discarded beside her as she curls into herself, knees drawn tightly to her chest, her body trembling slightly. Her glasses hang precariously from one ear, her smudged makeup—smeared eyeliner and smeared lipstick—accentuates her hollow, unfocused red eyes staring blankly at the floor. The office is in disarray, with scattered papers, a broken coffee cup, and faint emergency lighting casting long shadows. The atmosphere is cold and desolate, emphasizing her isolation and despair.
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zenless_zone_zero, Astra Yao, a disheveled young woman with long, straight black hair sits alone in a dimly lit modern office, her hair tangled and partially obscuring her tear-streaked face. She wears a wrinkled dark long-sleeved dress shirt, its collar askew revealing red marks on her neck, with buttons missing and sleeves unevenly rolled. Her black pencil skirt is twisted and hiked up on one side, exposing her thighs slightly, while her black stockings show runs and dirt stains, one garter clip dangling loose. A single high heel lies discarded beside her as she curls into herself, knees drawn tightly to her chest, her body trembling slightly. Her glasses hang precariously from one ear, her smudged makeup—smeared eyeliner and smeared lipstick—accentuates her hollow, unfocused red eyes staring blankly at the floor. The office is in disarray, with scattered papers, a broken coffee cup, and faint emergency lighting casting long shadows. The atmosphere is cold and desolate, emphasizing her isolation and despair.
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zenless_zone_zero, A young woman with long, straight black hair sits in a dimly lit office, her appearance in complete disarray. Her hair is tangled and covers most of her face, with strands stuck to tear-streaked cheeks. She wears a once-neat dark long-sleeved shirt, now wrinkled and disheveled, with the collar askew and buttons undone, revealing faint red marks on her neck. Her black pencil skirt is twisted and hiked up on one side, while her stockings show visible runs and dirt smudges. One high heel lies discarded beside her while the other barely clings to her foot. Her makeup is smeared—black eyeliner running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across her chin. She hugs her knees tightly, her body curled into a defensive posture against a cold metal filing cabinet. Her dark eyes are unfocused, staring vacantly at the floor as silent tears continue to fall. The office is bathed in the dim blue glow of an emergency light, casting long shadows amid scattered debris—a fallen coffee cup, loose papers, and a crooked pair of glasses. The atmosphere is heavy with isolation and despair.
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A disheveled young woman with long, straight black hair sits collapsed in an office chair, her hair messily covering most of her face, with a few strands sticking to tear-stained cheeks. Her clothes are in extreme disarray—her blouse wrinkled and twisted with visible claw marks, the collar pulled open exposing red marks along her neck, one sleeve rolled up while the other hangs loose. Her skirt is bunched up unevenly, revealing a thigh, with the waistband crooked and inner fabric slightly frayed. One high heel lies discarded beside the chair while the other barely clings to her foot. Her glasses hang precariously from one ear, about to fall.
Her makeup is ruined—eyeliner smudged into dark streaks around her eyes, lipstick smeared down her chin. She slumps forward weakly, arms limp at her sides or barely gripping the armrests, legs slightly parted. Her body trembles faintly, her breathing shallow, as silent tears trail down her cheeks.
The scene is set in a dimly lit private office—only a flickering desk lamp casts a faint glow, while cold blue city lights seep through half-drawn curtains. Papers and a spilled coffee cup litter the desk, and small objects (a lost button, scattered documents) are strewn on the floor. The door is ajar, emphasizing isolation. The lighting is harsh yet minimal—long shadows stretch across the room, contrasting with the cold urban glow outside.
The color palette is desaturated—cool blues and grays dominate, with her pale skin standing stark against the dark surroundings. The composition focuses tightly on her broken posture and ruined appearance (70%), while the remaining 30% reveals the chaotic office setting. The atmosphere is one of utter despair, loneliness, and emotional collapse.
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zenless_zone_zero, astra_yao, a young woman stands in a softly lit office space near a large window where daylight gently filters through. She is dressed in modest attire with no signs of wear or tear, her silhouette subtly revealing a very slight, early-stage pregnancy—just a delicate rounding of her lower abdomen. One hand rests lightly against her side as she gazes downward with a melancholic expression, her eyes dim with quiet sadness and lips slightly trembling. The light catches the faintest contour of her midsection, emphasizing the subtlety of her condition. The scene is bathed in warm, soft hues of pink and white, evoking a tender yet somber mood.
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Demon or Dragon
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Astra Yao Pout
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Astra Yao Pout
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A disheveled young woman with long, straight black hair sits collapsed in an office chair, her hair messily covering most of her face, with a few strands sticking to tear-stained cheeks. Her clothes are in extreme disarray—her blouse wrinkled and twisted with visible claw marks, the collar pulled open exposing red marks along her neck, one sleeve rolled up while the other hangs loose. Her skirt is bunched up unevenly, revealing a thigh, with the waistband crooked and inner fabric slightly frayed. One high heel lies discarded beside the chair while the other barely clings to her foot. Her glasses hang precariously from one ear, about to fall.
Her makeup is ruined—eyeliner smudged into dark streaks around her eyes, lipstick smeared down her chin. She slumps forward weakly, arms limp at her sides or barely gripping the armrests, legs slightly parted. Her body trembles faintly, her breathing shallow, as silent tears trail down her cheeks.
The scene is set in a dimly lit private office—only a flickering desk lamp casts a faint glow, while cold blue city lights seep through half-drawn curtains. Papers and a spilled coffee cup litter the desk, and small objects (a lost button, scattered documents) are strewn on the floor. The door is ajar, emphasizing isolation. The lighting is harsh yet minimal—long shadows stretch across the room, contrasting with the cold urban glow outside.
The color palette is desaturated—cool blues and grays dominate, with her pale skin standing stark against the dark surroundings. The composition focuses tightly on her broken posture and ruined appearance (70%), while the remaining 30% reveals the chaotic office setting. The atmosphere is one of utter despair, loneliness, and emotional collapse.
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zenless_zone_zero, A young woman with long, straight black hair sits in a dimly lit office, her appearance in complete disarray. Her hair is tangled and covers most of her face, with strands stuck to tear-streaked cheeks. She wears a once-neat dark long-sleeved shirt, now wrinkled and disheveled, with the collar askew and buttons undone, revealing faint red marks on her neck. Her black pencil skirt is twisted and hiked up on one side, while her stockings show visible runs and dirt smudges. One high heel lies discarded beside her while the other barely clings to her foot. Her makeup is smeared—black eyeliner running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across her chin. She hugs her knees tightly, her body curled into a defensive posture against a cold metal filing cabinet. Her dark eyes are unfocused, staring vacantly at the floor as silent tears continue to fall. The office is bathed in the dim blue glow of an emergency light, casting long shadows amid scattered debris—a fallen coffee cup, loose papers, and a crooked pair of glasses. The atmosphere is heavy with isolation and despair.
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honkai_impact, senadina_(honkai_impact), vita_(honkai_impact), a tense late-night office scene featuring two female characters seated at desks under dim lighting. Vita wears a semi-buttoned navy blue blazer over a disheveled white shirt, with her navy skirt slightly pulled down and damp black lace panties visible under intact stockings and garters. Senadina is in a composed gray checkered blazer and low-cut black dress, her expression shifting from casual to sharply suspicious as she locks eyes with Vita—whose forced smile freezes in place under the scrutiny. The modern office has floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a sparkling city nightscape, with cold blue ambient light contrasting the warm glow of desk lamps. A framed photo of a female dreamer sits on the desk between them, intensifying the unspoken tension as shadows accentuate Senadina’s furrowed brow and Vita’s uneasy posture.
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Astra Yao Pout
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