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character: daitaku_helios_(umamusume), copyright: umamusume 1girl, solo, daitaku_helios_(umamusume), uma musume, horse girl, horse ears, horse tail, multicolored hair, brown hair, long hair, blue streaked hair, streaked hair, hair between eyes, side ponytail, hair ornament, hairclip, zombie makeup, gray pallid skin, dark sunken eye sockets, stitched gash across one cheek, ragged worn-out clothes, torn shirt, frayed hems, ripped shorts, dirt-stained fabric, DJ, headphones around neck, both hands on DJ mixer, fingers on crossfader, leaning over DJ booth, from below, close-up, dutch angle, looking down at viewer, open mouth, :d, euphoric grin, wide-eyed, hyped-up, excited, sweat drop, dynamic angle, stage lights, confetti, nightclub The camera sits low and tilted, looking up from the floor of the booth: from below and canted a few degrees off level, the girl's upper body fills the frame as she leans far forward over a battered DJ mixer, elbows out, both hands down on the deck — the left palm flat on the platter edge holding a record, the right hand pinching the crossfader between thumb and forefinger, caught mid-cut. Her weight rides on her forearms planted on the booth lip, hips pushed back out of frame, one sneaker toe hooked on the booth's front panel for balance. Her head tips down toward the lens, chin tucked, and her eyes in their dark sunken sockets land straight on the viewer with a wild open-mouthed euphoric grin, teeth showing, one brow arched higher than the other, a bead of sweat cutting a clean line through the gray pallor of her cheek beside the stitched gash. Zombie makeup reads as makeup, not ruin: chalky gray-white on the skin, deep charcoal ringing each eye, a dark painted suture with cross-stitches drawn from cheekbone toward the jaw, lips painted a bruised plum, throat and collarbones shaded hollow — while the chestnuts of her multicoloured hair stay vivid, brown with streaks of blue, long and blowing sideways in the booth's fan, the side ponytail whipping out to the right with her hairclip catching a spark of light. The ragged clothes are the whole costume: a shirt worn to translucency at the shoulder seams, sleeve hems unraveled into loose threads, a tear across one hip, shorts frayed at the thigh with a raw white edge, all of it grayed with dust and stage grime, and a pair of chunky headphones slung around her neck with the earcups resting on her collarbones. Behind and above her, the booth's truss carries a row of stage lights; the strongest one sits high and behind, a cold magenta-white beam that rim-lights the top of her hair and both shoulders and drops her face into the shadow of her own tilted brow, while a second hot amber spot from the lower left kicks up under her chin and lays a hard-edged shadow of the mixer's fader arm across her forearm. A burst of confetti is tumbling into frame from the upper right, and one small square of it is stuck flat against the sweat-damp skin of her cheek, deforming with the cheek's curve; the rest fall curled and edge-on, catching halos where they cross the beam. The crowd is a dark, indistinct mass of raised hands and glowstick light below the booth lip, out of focus, never resolving into faces. Palette: bruised gray and charcoal skin against vivid brown-and-blue hair, magenta-white and amber light, everything else swallowed in club black. Euphoric, relentless.
syobonekopon
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character: daitaku_helios_(umamusume), copyright: umamusume 1girl, solo, daitaku_helios_(umamusume), uma musume, horse girl, horse ears, horse tail, multicolored hair, brown hair, long hair, blue streaked hair, streaked hair, hair between eyes, side ponytail, hair ornament, hairclip, zombie makeup, gray pallid skin, dark sunken eye sockets, stitched gash across one cheek, ragged worn-out clothes, torn shirt, frayed hems, ripped shorts, dirt-stained fabric, DJ, headphones around neck, both hands on DJ mixer, fingers on crossfader, leaning over DJ booth, from below, close-up, dutch angle, looking down at viewer, open mouth, :d, euphoric grin, wide-eyed, hyped-up, excited, sweat drop, dynamic angle, stage lights, confetti, nightclub The camera sits low and tilted, looking up from the floor of the booth: from below and canted a few degrees off level, the girl's upper body fills the frame as she leans far forward over a battered DJ mixer, elbows out, both hands down on the deck — the left palm flat on the platter edge holding a record, the right hand pinching the crossfader between thumb and forefinger, caught mid-cut. Her weight rides on her forearms planted on the booth lip, hips pushed back out of frame, one sneaker toe hooked on the booth's front panel for balance. Her head tips down toward the lens, chin tucked, and her eyes in their dark sunken sockets land straight on the viewer with a wild open-mouthed euphoric grin, teeth showing, one brow arched higher than the other, a bead of sweat cutting a clean line through the gray pallor of her cheek beside the stitched gash. Zombie makeup reads as makeup, not ruin: chalky gray-white on the skin, deep charcoal ringing each eye, a dark painted suture with cross-stitches drawn from cheekbone toward the jaw, lips painted a bruised plum, throat and collarbones shaded hollow — while the chestnuts of her multicoloured hair stay vivid, brown with streaks of blue, long and blowing sideways in the booth's fan, the side ponytail whipping out to the right with her hairclip catching a spark of light. The ragged clothes are the whole costume: a shirt worn to translucency at the shoulder seams, sleeve hems unraveled into loose threads, a tear across one hip, shorts frayed at the thigh with a raw white edge, all of it grayed with dust and stage grime, and a pair of chunky headphones slung around her neck with the earcups resting on her collarbones. Behind and above her, the booth's truss carries a row of stage lights; the strongest one sits high and behind, a cold magenta-white beam that rim-lights the top of her hair and both shoulders and drops her face into the shadow of her own tilted brow, while a second hot amber spot from the lower left kicks up under her chin and lays a hard-edged shadow of the mixer's fader arm across her forearm. A burst of confetti is tumbling into frame from the upper right, and one small square of it is stuck flat against the sweat-damp skin of her cheek, deforming with the cheek's curve; the rest fall curled and edge-on, catching halos where they cross the beam. The crowd is a dark, indistinct mass of raised hands and glowstick light below the booth lip, out of focus, never resolving into faces. Palette: bruised gray and charcoal skin against vivid brown-and-blue hair, magenta-white and amber light, everything else swallowed in club black. Euphoric, relentless.
syobonekopon

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