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character: hatsune_miku 1girl, hatsune_miku, solo, twintails, very_long_aqua_hair, aqua_eyes, hair_between_eyes, black headphones with cat ears, black and pink tights, black shorts with light blue stripes, black inner top with light blue stripes, white short-sleeved hoodie with pink hem, open zipper, wetting herself, urinating with great force, pee, desperate, legs pressed together, trembling knees, clenched fists, gritted teeth, sweat, blush, crying, wide-eyed, standing, from below, cowboy shot, dynamic angle, motion lines, shaken composition, aqua_and_black_palette, bleak_wet_atmosphere The camera looks up at a girl in a black-and-pink outfitted pose from a low, slightly tilted angle, her legs braced wide apart, knees locked and quaking as she stands nearly doubled over from the strain. Her very long aqua twintails whip around her shoulders as if a violent gust has just hit her, the tips scattering across the frame. Over each ear sit black headphones shaped with small, alert cat-ear verticals that catch the only clean line of light in the scene. She is caught mid-force — a hard spray of pale amber liquid arcs forward and downward between her thighs at a sharp downward diagonal, striking the ground and shattering into a low-burst splash and a fast-spreading puddle that instantly darkens the concrete beneath her. The wet fabric of the black-and-pink tights clings to her legs below the hem of the black shorts, moisture visibly darkening the weave and dripping from the inseam. Over this: a black inner top with a light-blue line running across the collarbone, and above it a white short-sleeved hoodie unzipped clean down the center, its pink-trimmed hem snapped outward by the violence of the motion so the two open front panels fly back and the pink band reads like a bright shock against the white. Both arms are half-raised, elbows bent, hands clenched into shaking fists at waist height — knuckles white, fingers digging into the palms. Her jaw is clenched so hard the teeth show through a grimace, a flush burning across her cheeks, eyes squeezed nearly shut with tears leaking at the corners and a stream of sweat sliding down her temple. The ground is gray, raw and wet behind her; light comes from a single cold overhead source that drops the background into hard shadow and makes the pale spray and the wet sheen on the concrete the brightest areas in the frame; the puddle reflects the overhead light back up at her legs. The palette is black, aqua, pink and white; nothing warm intervenes except the pale amber of the stream. Everything — posture, shaking, the spray, the splash, the puddle — reads as an overwhelming, involuntary, all-at-once release. Tense, desperate, electric energy.
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character: cure_prism prone, face down, full body, 1girl, solo, magical girl, long pink hair, pink hair spread across the floor, hair ribbon, white ribbon, pink bow, braided sidelocks, green eyes, white dress, frilled dress, elbow gloves, white gloves, ascot, aqua ribbon at the collar, bare earlobes visible, both arms at her sides, arms pinned against her body, hands at stomach level, palms facing toward her feet, both legs flat and apart on the floor, chin on the ground, torso flat against the floor, cheek against the ground, pinched expression, distressed, grimacing, clenched teeth, squeezed-shut eyes, trembling, sweat on her brow, black-orange honey, sticky honey covering her whole body, honey dripping, wet clothes clinging, black-orange electric aura, crackling sparks, electricity, paralysis, unable to move, stinger piercing her back, insect stinger in her back, venom injection, from above, high angle, wide shot, dutch angle, full body visible, dark floor, foreground blur, spoken_heart, half-closed eyes, heavy_breathing The camera looks down from a high three-quarter overhead angle, tilted slightly on a dutch angle so the floor runs diagonally under her, and the whole of her body stays inside the frame from the crown of her head to both flat soles. She lies face down and spreadeagled flat on a dark polished stone floor, prone along the diagonal of the frame: her chin and jaw are pressed to the stone with her cheek flattened against it, her torso lies flush along the floor so the white dress and its frills are squashed and rucked under her weight, and both long legs are stretched out flat behind her, the thighs, knees and shins all touching the ground, the toes of both feet splayed out. Both arms are pinned along her sides, pressed between her ribcage and the floor, the white elbow gloves wrinkled where they bunch at the crook of each arm; both hands are drawn in level with her stomach, and her gloved palms are turned flat and open toward her own feet. Behind the small of her back both hands are welded together by a thick wad of set honey, a gluey amber-black-orange lump locking wrist to wrist, and the fingers are stiff inside it. A glossy black-orange poisonous honey coats every part of her: it sheets over her cheek and jaw where they touch the stone, runs in slow ropes over the white dress, clings in a translucent film across the gloves, beads and drips from the hem and from the ends of her long pink hair fanned out around her head. Where the honey pools on the floor it spreads and holds the individual strands of hair fast in a wet fan. Her white ribbon and the braid beside her ear are soaked dark and flattened. Her face is turned just enough for the camera to catch it: brow crumpled, one eye squeezed shut and the other slit open and watering, teeth bared in a pinched grimace, a bead of sweat at her temple. A small hand-drawn heart floats in a tiny speech bubble beside her cheek. Over all of it crawls a black-orange electrical discharge — thin branching arcs skittering over her shoulders, down her back, along the backs of her thighs, snapping brightest where the honey film is thinnest, and throwing a faint flickering orange glow onto the polished stone around her. From a point above and behind her, the bee witch's abdomen reaches down out of the upper frame and drives its dark segmented stinger straight into the small of her back; the chitin pierces the dress fabric at the entry point, the skin around it puckers, and a thin line of black-orange venom is welling and running down her side from the wound. Her head is locked forward, eyes pointed at the floor just past her own chin, unable to turn. The single key light comes from the high upper right, cold and bluish, striking her back, the top of her head and the swell of the honey, and dropping the far side of her body and the floor beneath into a deep shadow; the only warm light in the frame is the crackling discharge and the gloss on the honey. Palette of white, pink and bare stone against nothing but black and orange. Heroine in peril, defeated, hopeless.
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character: cure_prism restrained, bound, latex, slime, covered in slime, (dirty colored slime:1.2), sticky, wet, shiny, 1girl, solo, cure prism, pink hair, long hair, wet hair, hair ribbon, white ribbon, pink bow, braid, green eyes, white dress, dress, frills, elbow gloves, white gloves, ascot, aqua ribbon, earrings, one eye closed, gritting teeth, clenched teeth, pained expression, suffering, grimace, looking at viewer, bangs over eyes, wet bangs, hair in eyes, head tilted back, upper body, from above, close-up, dutch angle, tense, struggling Shot from above at a slight dutch tilt, close on her upper body as she strains upward toward the lens. Cure Prism's head is tipped back, chin lifted, and both arms are wrenched behind her back and pinned there by three lumpy balls of dirty grey-green latex that cling to her shoulders and elbows like wet chewing gum; the balls deform where her sleeves press into them, sinking a soft dimple into each glossy surface. Her white dress and its frilled collar are soaked through and translucent at the shoulders, the aqua ribbon at her throat and the white ribbon in her hair both darkened and heavy with slime, strands of it webbing from her collar to her jaw in thin, sagging threads. Opaque slime coats her whole visible body in a slick, uneven layer — pooled thick at the hollow of her throat, beaded along her white elbow gloves, running in slow drips off her chin — and every coated surface catches the light as a tight wet highlight over a dirty, faintly yellowed sheen. Her long pink hair is plastered flat and dark with moisture, the braid stuck to her cheek, and drenched bangs hang down in separate wet clumps straight across her face, one lock fallen across the bridge of her nose and half into her open eye. That right eye is squeezed fully shut, lashes crushed together; the left stays wide and fixed on the viewer, wet and bright, brows drawn hard together. Her teeth are bared and clenched, upper and lower rows pressed flat, lips peeled back in a strained grimace, a muscle jumping at her jaw. Her whole posture pulls away and up at once, shoulders hunched, weight sagging against the latex hold, chest fighting for a breath. A single hard light from above and slightly in front rakes down over her, flinging crisp speculars across the slime and dropping the undersides of the latex balls into deep grimy shadow; the background is a flat, dark, out-of-focus void so nothing competes with her face. Palette held to dirty yellow-greens and greys against the pale white of her soaked dress and the muted pink of her hair. Claustrophobic, harrowing.
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