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AI art "す…すみません…" featuring #블루 아카이브 and #츠치나가 히요리

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#블루 아카이브 #츠치나가 히요리

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character: hiyori_(blue_archive). A portrait medium shot at eye level, framed from mid-thigh up, seen from the point of view of Sensei standing in his own office: hiyori_(blue_archive) stands a couple of steps in front of the desk, her body and her feet squared straight toward the camera, and she looks directly into the lens. HER POSE AND HER ARMS, both clearly readable. She has just lowered the heavy firearm she was carrying, and it now hangs low in front of her hips instead of being raised. The long barrel points down toward the floor, angled down and across in front of her thighs, the receiver resting at waist height, the big curved magazine hanging forward over the front of her skirt, and a short row of brass cartridges clipped along its side. The weapon is carried lowered and relaxed, the muzzle angled down toward the floor and well away from the camera, and it reads as a heavy gun being carried at rest rather than aimed at anything. Her two arms are unmistakable, each one a single separate limb: her right arm comes down from her right shoulder with the elbow bent a little and held slightly out away from her ribs, and her right hand is closed around the pistol grip; her left arm comes down from her left shoulder with the elbow slightly bent and slightly out, and her left hand is closed around the handguard a little above her right hand, so that both hands rest close together on the lowered weapon at waist level in front of her hips, the left hand a little higher and the right hand a little lower. Each forearm runs as one clean line from its own shoulder down to its own wrist, with a soft band of shadow separating each forearm from her torso so the two arms never fuse into one shape, and each wrist straight and unbent. Exactly two hands in the frame and ten fingers in total, each hand has exactly five digits (one thumb and four fingers), every finger wrapped around the weapon and individually countable, no extra fingers, no merged fingers, no duplicated hands, slender dainty feminine hands with delicate thin wrists. Her face and her head are completely free of hands, and the lowered barrel stays below her waist and never crosses her face. She stands straight and composed, not curling inward, chin level, and she is not hiding behind anything. HER EXPRESSION is an ordinary, plainly bashful and embarrassed face, the kind she makes while trying to say something important and failing. A deep rose-pink blush floods both cheeks, spreads across the bridge and the tip of her nose and warms both of her small human ears, her skin warm and flushed. She looks straight ahead at the viewer, her glossy aqua-teal eyes meeting the lens with a nervous brightness, wide and shining with a large warm highlight in each iris, the lower lids slightly heavy, her dark lashes clear against her cheek. Her brows pinch and lift at the inner ends in a small meek arc of nerves. Her lips are pressed together in a small tight line, the lower lip pushed out just a little, a faint nervous tension at both corners and the faintest tremble. Beads of sweat glisten at her temple and along her hairline, and one small bead sits at the side of her neck. Her shoulders are drawn just slightly inward. She reads as quietly mortified and shy, but she is looking at him, face fully open and visible. HER COSTUME, exactly as in the reference artwork. A dark navy military beret with a short flat brim sits on her head, a bright cyan four-pointed star sparkle set on the beret crown with two smaller cyan sparkles floating just above it. Her hair is long mint-aqua, with long uneven bangs falling across one eye and a long side tail streaming down past her knees. A thick white scarf is looped around her neck, its upper fold resting just under her chin so her mouth stays clearly visible. HER TOP IS WHITE AND IT HAS SLEEVES: she wears a white top with real short sleeves that cover both of her upper arms from the shoulder down to just above the elbow, the sleeves softly puffy at the shoulder and ending in a slightly rolled cuff edge, and the white sleeve caps sit right beside the dark vest edges at both shoulders. Below those sleeve edges her arms are bare skin from the elbow down to the wrist, and both her hands are bare skin, no gloves. Over the white top she wears a sleeveless dark navy tactical vest laced with black webbing straps, silver buckles, a chest rig of small pouches, and a belt of flat magazine pouches around her waist. A very pale lavender-white long cape with white feathered edging and a long pleated hem drapes from her shoulders and falls behind her, its pale hem catching the window light. A white very short pleated miniskirt, the brightest value in the frame, above a slim bare midriff, and a pale grey harness strap crossing her chest. Black thigh-high socks with a pale silver band at the top, black strap garters on one thigh and a dark utility pouch on the other thigh, and black low-heeled loafers. Her figure is a grown young woman's: a long toned torso, a slim waist dipping in cleanly, a flat smooth lower abdomen with only a faint soft curve, narrow softly rounded hips, lean firm thighs, and a generously full bust in balanced proportion to her slim narrow build. HER SLAB CASE, exactly as in the reference. Slung flat across her back on a wide dark navy webbing shoulder strap, she carries one enormous flat rigid slab case, a long flat rectangular plate of dark navy matte metal far longer than she is tall, its ends chamfered into angled eight-sided corners. The slab runs on a strong diagonal behind her, its upper end rising past her right shoulder and running out of the top of the picture, and its lower chamfered end face emerging behind her left hip with a thin-lined pale periwinkle four-pointed star cross drawn across it; bright silver latch and hinge plates with bolt heads sit at the middle of the slab's broad face, and dark navy webbing straps run around it. The slab stays well behind her back, separated from her body by the pale cape, and it never touches her hands. HER WEAPON, exactly one firearm in the frame, the same matte black heavy gun held lowered at her waist: the long dark barrel angled down toward the floor in front of her thighs, the receiver at waist height, the big curved magazine hanging forward over her skirt, brass rounds clipped along its side, and a bandolier of brass rounds at her hip. Exactly one slab case and exactly one firearm in the frame. THE ROOM is Sensei's quarters. Behind her, softly out of focus, a tall window on the left of the frame with warm late-afternoon sunlight pouring through it, wooden bookshelves packed with books and ring binders, a white desk with a silver lamp and a neat stack of papers, a single bed with a pale folded blanket, a small beige sofa with round cushions, a potted green plant, and pale periwinkle walls with white trim. Warm golden window light from the left rims her mint hair, the edge of her beret and the pale hem of her cape, and lights her forearms, while her face stays in soft light with her blush, her lashes and the wet glint in her eyes clearly readable, and the shadow side of her body falls into soft cool fill. The camera uses a soft shallow depth of field so the room behind her melts into creamy bokeh while her face, her arms, her hands and her uniform stay sharp. Painterly anime illustration, high detail, gentle and tender mood.

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