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AI art "BLEACH -ブリーチ- ザ・キング・オブ・ファイターズ A２O" featuring #BLEACH, #ザ・キング・オブ・ファイターズ, #麻宮アテナ and #石田雨竜

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BLEACH -ブリーチ- ザ・キング・オブ・ファイターズ A２O

#BLEACH #ザ・キング・オブ・ファイターズ #麻宮アテナ #石田雨竜

投稿日は Oct 24, 2026

Keven Hung

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character: asamiya_athena, ishida_uryuu, copyright: bleach 2girls? no, 2boys? no — 1girl and 1boy, hetero couple, ishida uryuu and asamiya athena, purple hair, long hair, hairband, star hair ornament, purple eyes, pale skin, fingerless gloves, dress, skirt, earrings, black hair, short hair, parted bangs, blue eyes, glasses, white shirt, long sleeves, anime style, couple, standing close together, from side, profile, cowboy shot, looking at another, head tilt, light smile, raised eyebrow, hand on another's shoulder, arm around waist, autumn evening, quiet affection, purple hair with long strands drifting across her shoulder, star-shaped hair ornament catching the last warm light, fingerless gloves resting flat against his white shirt front, black parted bangs falling over the rim of his glasses, blue eyes turned down toward her, purple eyes lifted to his, slight weight shift onto her back foot, his hand at her waist pressing a soft crease into the fabric of her skirt, sleeve cuff brushing her bare upper arm, warm rim light from the right, deep cool shade on the left of both figures, gently warm, quietly tender. The shot is a cowboy shot seen from the side, both figures in profile to the camera: she stands on the left facing right, he stands on the right facing left, their bodies angled toward each other in a shallow V that meets at their shoulders. She is caught mid-shift, weight rolled back onto her rear foot, front knee slightly bent, chin lifted so her purple eyes travel up to his face across the short distance between them; a faint closed-lip smile pulls one corner of her mouth higher than the other. Her long purple hair falls down her back and one lock swings forward over her collarbone, the star ornament at her hairband glinting where it faces the light. Her gloved left hand sits flat and open on the white fabric of his shirt, fingers spread just below his collarbone, the fingerless hem cutting across her knuckles; her right arm hangs loose at her side. He angles his head down toward her, brows drawn a little, one arched higher, black parted bangs falling forward over the top rim of his glasses so a thin sliver of blue eye shows beneath each lens; his right hand rests at the small of her waist, palm flat against the skirt, thumb just denting the cloth, his long white sleeve cuff grazing her bare arm above the glove. Behind and around them sits a narrow empty paved walkway at dusk, low stone edging running out of frame on the right, a row of slim bare trees receding into soft grey-blue haze, no other figures anywhere. The only light is a low warm sun from frame right: it picks out the edge of her star ornament, the rim of his glasses, the seam of his shoulder and the loose strands of her hair, while the left halves of both faces and the space behind them fall into deep cool shadow; long thin shadows from the trees stripe the pavement toward camera. Palette holds purple, white and warm amber against grey-blue dusk and nothing else. Wisps of her hair have settled onto the shoulder of his shirt without either noticing, and the walkway is otherwise silent and still. Quietly tender.

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