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character: hoshimi_miyabi, tsukishiro_yanagi, copyright: zenless_zone_zero
extremely close-up pov, 2girls, tsukishiro_yanagi, hoshimi_miyabi, yanagi one head taller than miyabi, yanagi leaning over miyabi, tongues together, long tongue, very big fat tongue, thick drooling tongue hanging out, saliva on tongue, rivers of drool on tongue, drooling, tongue running along cheek, licking another's cheek, tongue pressed to miyabi's spit-slick cheek, spit everywhere, saliva on face, saliva on nose, saliva on forehead, saliva on mouth, wet face, dripping spit, hug, tight hug, arms around another, hand on another's head, hand holding another's chin, miyabi's arms motionless at sides, arms at sides, frown, annoyed, irritated, glaring, looking to the side, disgust, repulsed, lips pressed together, closed mouth, straight mouth, disapproval, serious, unsmiling, seductive, half-closed eyes, yanagi gazing down at miyabi's cheek, black background, simple background, dark, wet, glossy, pink hair, long pink hair, hair between eyes, pink eyes, glasses, white shirt, black pencil skirt, black gloves, black hair, long black hair, blunt bangs, sidelocks, red eyes, fox ears, animal ear fluff, white shirt, black skirt, fingerless black gloves, necktie, pantyhose, dutch angle, from side, close-up
The camera sits almost inside the space between the two faces, tilted slightly off level, so close that the frame is filled from edge to edge by skin, hair and wetness; behind them the background is a flat absolute black with no floor, no wall, no horizon and no other light. Yanagi is the taller of the two by a full head, and she stands over Miyabi with her chest pressed flat against Miyabi's, hugging her so tightly that Miyabi's shirt is bunched and dragged sideways under her arm, both of Yanagi's arms wrapped around her. Yanagi's left hand is clamped on the back of Miyabi's head, fingers pushed into the black hair at the crown and holding the skull still; her right hand is cupped under Miyabi's jaw, thumb along one side of the chin and fingers along the other, tipping the smaller girl's face up and holding it locked. Yanagi's mouth is open, not smiling: brows flat and drawn, eyes half-lidded and heavy, jaw slack, and her tongue — enormously long, thick and fleshy, wider than two of her own fingers — hangs far out and drags slowly up the length of Miyabi's cheek from the jaw to the cheekbone. Spit sheets and rivers along the tongue's whole upper surface in raised glossy channels, beading and running off its underside in long threads that break and hang. Miyabi's face is drenched: spit smeared across both cheeks, pooled in the hollow of her nose and streaking the bridge, a wet film on her forehead where the tongue has already passed, and shining around her pressed-shut mouth. Her lips are flattened into one hard straight line, her brow is knotted, and her red eyes are rolled away from Yanagi to the side of the frame, glaring off at nothing, chin lifted and held in place — disgusted, immobile, enduring. Her arms hang dead and motionless at her sides, hands slack, not lifting to push away. A single key light comes from the upper left of the frame: it catches the high gloss of the spit and lays a hard wet specular highlight along the ridge of Yanagi's tongue and down the wet track on Miyabi's cheek, throwing the far sides of both faces into black, while the black background swallows everything the light does not touch. The palette is held to skin tones, black, and the translucent white shine of saliva, with Yanagi's pink hair and Miyabi's red eyes the only other colour admitted. Every thread of spit stays connected between tongue and cheek until it thins and snaps. Claustrophobic and unpleasantly intimate.
Nov 12, 2026 6:43 PM