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character: lillie_(pokemon) 1girl, solo, lillie_(pokemon), blonde_hair, long_hair, twin_braids, blunt_bangs, green_eyes, upper_body, close-up, from_below, dutch_angle, leaning_forward, claw_pose, arms_up, open_mouth, smile, tongue_out, perverted_face, ahegao, rolling_eyes, blush, black_latex_innerwear, white_one-piece_dress, sleeveless, white_latex_long_gloves, glossy_skin, shiny_latex, covered_in_paint, paint_on_face, paint_in_eyes, paint_inside_latex, art_classroom, human_canvas, painting_supplies, no_hat, bare_head, unadorned_hair, Low dutch-angle upper-body close-up from slightly below, so she leans down over the lens and the art-room ceiling recedes behind her tilted shoulders. Her head is tipped forward and a little to her right, twin blonde braids swinging out from behind her ears with the lean, blunt bangs hanging into her brows, and the crown of her head is completely bare -- no sun hat, no hair ornament of any kind, hair unadorned apart from the two braids and their dark ties. Both hands are raised beside her temples, fingers splayed and hooked into claws in a playful monster pose, wrists bent, the white latex long gloves pulling tight over each knuckle and running past the elbow, their surface catching one long knife-edge highlight along every finger. Her mouth is open in a wide grin with the tongue thrust straight out and a wet gleam on it, eyes half-lidded and rolled up, one brow arched high, a hot flush across the cheeks and the bridge of the nose -- a lewd, delighted monster-face. Both eyes are entirely filled: the whites, the irises and the pupils stopped out under thick wet brushstrokes of red and cobalt paint that have run a little at the lower lids, so no eye-white shows anywhere. Under the open white sleeveless one-piece dress, which is shoved off one shoulder and hanging in paint-heavy folds, the black latex innerwear clings across her chest and stomach, so glossy it reads as wet glass, and the gaping neckline of it is smeared inside with thumbed, glutinous streaks of green, yellow and magenta paint that have pooled and dried tacky against the inner latex and are pressed into her skin. Paint covers her -- spattered and finger-streaked across her cheeks, throat, collarbones, forearms and the white gloves, one long smear dragged down the dress front -- and her skin everywhere is sleek and oiled-looking under the room's light, sweat and paint merging into a single sheen. Behind her the art classroom reads in soft-focus depth: a long worktable edge crossing the lower background, jars of cloudy brush water, tubes squeezed flat at the crimp, a wooden easel and a paint-flecked plaster torso on a stand, canvases stacked with their backs to us. She is the human canvas and the class's work: the mess on her is the evidence of hands that were here a moment ago, and the paint in the latex has been worked in and left. The single light source is the tall studio window at the upper left; it strikes the left side of her face, the top plane of the latex bust and the outer edge of each gloved claw, while the right side of her throat and the underside of the braids fall into cool shadow, and a hard cast shadow of her raised arm drops across the easel behind. Palette: warm blonde, paper-white, deep black latex, and the paint's own red, cobalt, green, yellow and magenta as the only strong colour. Mischievous, filthy, gleefully unhinged.
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リーリエ、黒ラテックスのインナー、がおー、上半身アップ、白ラテックスの長手袋、変態の顔、白いワンピースの私服、笑顔、美術室、人間キャンパス、絵の具まみれ、舌を突き出す、光沢の強い肌、光沢の強いラテックス、目の中が筆絵の具で塗りつぶされる、ラテックスの中が絵の具でぐちゃぐちゃ
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character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#포켓몬스터#포켓몬스터 썬・문
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#포켓몬스터#포켓몬스터 썬・문
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
月夜 （つきや）
#zetaCollab#포켓몬스터#포켓몬스터 썬・문
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月（
character: lillie_(pokemon) upper body close-up, 1girl, solo, long blonde hair, twin braids, blunt bangs, green eyes, black latex full-body undersuit, white sleeveless one-piece dress over it, paint-smeared dress, white latex elbow gloves, roaring pose, clawed hands raised, gao- pose, open mouth, tongue out, smile, perverted face, rolling eyes, heavy blush, sweat, glossy skin, glossy latex, paint splattered all over body, paint inside the latex, art room, classroom, easel, canvas, paint jars, looking at viewer, from below, dutch angle, dynamic angle The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from chest height in a medium close-up that cuts her just below the ribs, so the shove of her body fills the frame. Her right arm is flung up and out to her own left, fingers hooked into a claw, and her left hand mirrors it lower and closer to the lens, its white latex glove blown large by the foreshortening; the near glove nearly brushes the top corner of the frame. Her spine arches back, chest lifted, chin tipped down toward the lens at odds with the upward throw of her arms, so she is looking down at the viewer through half-lidded green eyes with the whites showing beneath the irises. Her mouth is wide open around the roar — upper teeth bared, tongue thrust out and curled slightly to the left, the corners of her lips pulled up into a grin at the same time, one eyebrow cocked higher than the other. Her braids swing out to either side of her face, blunt bangs knocked askew across her brow. Under the arms the white one-piece dress is still her own: sleeveless, square-necked, riding up her lifted chest — and it is ruined, sleeves of paint in blue and cadmium red and viridian streaked across its front, one whole bold smear wiped diagonally from her collarbone to her ribs. Wherever the dress gapes, the black latex into which she has been sealed shows through, and it is tight and black and shining so hard that the art room's windows lie along it in long white strips. The suit is painted on the inside: where the dress hangs open at her shoulder and her waist, the latex clings to her skin over a churn of spilled pigment pressed between skin and rubber, blue and pink and yellow pulped together and blistered with air pockets, and it reads as a mottled mess swelling under the slick surface. More paint is on top of everything else — a red thumb-drag down her cheek and jaw, streaks up the outside of the white latex gloves, a smear across her belly, drips working their way down from her elbow. Behind her, the art room is shallow and warm: an easel jutting in at the left edge with its canvas turned partly away, jars crowded with brushes, a tabletop of squeezed tubes, and the tall window at frame right, which is the only light source. It strikes down her left side, so her raised near glove glows at its edge and flares, and it sets a hard specular highlight along her jaw, on her lower lip, on the curl of her tongue, and along every latex crest; under her chin, inside the hollow of her throat, and in the angle beneath her lifted arm the darkness sits deep and close. Her cast shadow drops away from the window onto the floorboards behind her raised arm. Palette: black latex, flat white dress and gloves, and the paint's blue-red-yellow shouting against them in the warm ochre of the room, nothing else admitted. Wet glistening highlights everywhere; the paint under the latex is the loudest thing in the picture. Boisterous, messily triumphant.
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