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character: kasugano_urara_(yes!_precure_5), cure_lemonade, majorina, copyright: precure 2girls, cure lemonade, kasugano urara, majorina, blonde hair, yellow eyes, hair let down, messy hair, long hair, hair bun removed, twin drills undone, lower half of hair covered in black-green mold, both cheeks covered in black-green mold, black mold covering body, black mold covering limbs, black mold patches on skin, mold spreading over clean skin, sitting on ground, collapsed, kneeling, sitting in mold, body fused into ground, lower body absorbed into mold, torso and both arms wrapped in dark red ribbons, dark red ribbon binding, arms bound to sides, black-green mold ground, mold-covered pillar, dark red aura, red-black aura, from pillar, black mold mass, rotting, defeated, pained expression, pinched brows, blush, red face, mouth slightly open, suffering, tears welling, precure style, anime coloring, majorina crouching, squatting, holding hair in palm, mold-covered hair strand on palm, villainous grin, sadistic smile, looking at another, gazing at cure lemonade, back turned to cure lemonade, over-shoulder composition, black-green and dark red palette, dim desaturated light The camera sits low and slightly behind Majorina's shoulder, so the frame is split between her back in the near foreground and Cure Lemonade beyond her. Majorina is crouched on her heels at the left of frame, her long dark-green-black hair falling over a lowered hood, her body angled fully away from Cure Lemonade, her spine curved forward and her weight sunk onto her haunches. Her right arm is extended back and to the side, palm turned upward and held flat and steady at the level of her hip, and a single strand of the girl's blond hair -- its lower half crusted solid with black-green mold -- lies coiled across that palm, the clean upper part of the strand trailing back toward its owner. Majorina's head is turned over her shoulder toward the girl, green eyes fixed down on Cure Lemonade's face, one corner of her mouth pulled up into a slow, unshaken grin, brow arched, entirely unbothered. Cure Lemonade is seated in the middle of the mold bed to the right, sunk to the hips and thighs; from the waist down her body has no edge of its own -- her skirt, legs and hands have dissolved into a lumpy black-green mass that rises up around her like risen dough and spreads outward to the whole floor, the mold surface heaving in low mounds with fine fuzz catching the light, the seam where her waist disappears into it soft and granular rather than cut. Dark red ribbon winds around her torso and both arms in tight overlapping loops, cinched at the elbows and crossing over her stomach, the ribbon's sheen the only smooth surface on her; her bound arms are pinned against her sides, hands out of sight inside the coils. Her long blond hair has come down loose from its buns, tangled and matted, and the bottom half of it hangs heavy and clumped with black-green mold where it touches the ground, the same mold crusting irregularly over both cheeks and creeping across her throat and shoulders, while patches of clean skin remain on her forehead and the upper half of her hair -- the frontier between clean and rotted raw and uneven. Her face is pinched hard: brows drawn up and together, eyes squeezed nearly shut with tears pooling at the lower lids, mouth just barely parted on a caught breath, a deep red flush burning across her nose and under the mold. Behind her looms the mold pillar, a squat column furred in the same black-green growth, and from its surface an aureole of dark red light bleeds outward -- a red-black aura that rims Cure Lemonade's hair and the top of her head in dull crimson and falls off sharply before it reaches Majorina's back, so the villain stays in cooler shadow. The only real light comes from that aura low behind the girl, throwing her shadow forward onto the mold floor and leaving her face lit from beneath. Palette admits black-green, dark red and the girl's dimmed yellow-gold nothing else; the air is thick with drifting mold motes. Quiet dread, rot-sweet and cruel.
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character: kasugano_urara_(yes!_precure_5), cure_lemonade, majorina 2girls, cure lemonade, kasugano urara, blonde hair, long hair loose, messy hair, disheveled hair, no hair bun, hair down, twin drills undone, yellow eyes, red face, blush, pained expression, grimace, clenched teeth, tears in eyes, half-closed eyes, sitting, slumped, collapsed on ground, bound arms, bound torso, ribbon bondage, dark red ribbon, black ribbon, wrapped in ribbon, fused to ground, lower body absorbed, sunk into mold, black mold, green mold, mold on body, spores, covered in spores, rotting, tattered yellow dress, dirty clothes, defeated, heroine peril, majorina, bad majolina, old woman, long hair, green eyes, hood, holding staff, dark scepter, rotten scepter, black spores emission, cursed pillar, dark aura, red and black aura, pillar back to back, back turned to pillar, moldy ground, black-green mold floor, ominous atmosphere, dark fantasy, horror, from above, high angle, wide shot, dutch angle, cinematic lighting High angle, tilted dutch framing looks down into the mold-swallowed clearing: foreground fills with the black-green mold mat that has been the floor and is now the trap, its surface a wet crust of felted mycelium in emerald and tar-black patches, broken only where Cure Lemonade sits half-sunk in it. She is at the center-lower third, slumped back on nothing -- hips, thighs and everything below the waist dissolved into the mold crust, which climbs her like a rising tide and closes over the fabric of her skirt as a fused, seamless weld of fungus and cloth, tiny sprouts of black mold budding at the seam. Above that seam her bound torso arches uselessly: dark red-black ribbon wound in tight repeated loops from her ribs down over both forearms and wrists, cinching her arms to her sides, the ribbon greasy with damp and flecked with spores, a loose end trailing into the mold. Her yellow and white magical-girl dress is shredded and grimy, discolored black-green where the mold has eaten into it. Her hair, no longer up, hangs down in a soaked, chaotic tangle past her shoulders, strands stuck flat to her cheeks and glued to the mold crust; on her face a pinched, agonized grimace, brows crushed together, eyes squinted shut then cracking open wet, mouth pulled wide in a sob, and a hot red blush burning across both cheeks and nose despite the pain. Her face turns up toward the staff, gaze locked on the descending scepter and the spores falling out of it. Behind her, the curse pillar stands as a faceted black-red shaft rising out of the mold, veined with glowing cracks of dull crimson that pump a heavy red-black aura out into the air, the aura bleeding down the pillar's length and pooling around her back -- but she has her back to it, spine turned away, the pillar's glow rims only her shoulders and the back of her ruined hair. To her side and slightly forward, Bad Majolina looms tall in her dark hooded robe, hood up, long green-black hair spilling from it, green eyes narrowed down at the bound girl; her body angles toward the camera in a proud lean, one arm thrust forward, the rotten dark scepter held out and leveled at Cure Lemonade's chest, its tip blistering with a dense spray of black spores that arc down and dust across her body, settling as soot on her bound arms, her hair, her cheek. The mold mat below swallows every speck that lands. The single cold light comes from the pillar's crimson veins and the spores' faint sickly glow, so the light is low and from behind the girl, leaving her face lit only by the angry red bounce off the mold floor, deepening the shadow of Majolina's hood. Palette restricted to black, mold-green, crimson and the dying yellow of her costume. Stifling, cruel, hopeless.
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Character 1 blue hoodie black pants no backpack hood up hidden face no hair black shadow hidden face no hair white angry intence glowing eyes angry pose wity black intence shadow aura arms out black claws made of shadows he stands in dark forest full of black smoke hes standing in far background illumintated by a huge bonfire surrounded by red spraypaint cult circle hes inturupting attacking saving charater 2, a group of refrence 3 men and women partying stand around cult bonfire in it they are all scared terrified of character 1 character 2 is passed out tied up wearing a white dress sits a throne made of vines tied a blonde woman from refrence 3 wearing red dress holding evil dagger looks at character 1 angry annoyed she stands by black tome book and red chalice laying on tree stump cult spray paint circle on ground night time sveryone looks at him theyre scared of looking at the nightmare shadow monster that character 1 is infront of them
Titan77
#Creepypasta
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character: gerbera_tetra, gundam_gp-04_gerbera 1girl, solo, high angle, from above, outer space, floating, mechanical damage, missing arms, missing legs, limb loss, broken machinery, sparking, wires, exposed circuitry, debris, metallic texture, white armor, red accents, pink accents, one eye, glowing eye, depth of field, cinematic lighting, starfield, nebula, cosmic dust A high-angle shot looking down upon a floating female android drifting in the void of deep space. She is in a state of severe mechanical ruin; both her arms and both her legs are completely missing, severed at the shoulders and hips. At each limb loss site, the interior is a jagged mess of torn metal plating, severed hydraulic lines, and frayed colorful wires that trail into the vacuum. Small, intermittent electrical sparks flicker from the exposed circuitry of her shoulder joints. Her body, clad in white armor with red and pink accents, is tilted backward, drifting weightlessly with a slow, drifting rotation. Her single eye glows with a dim, fading light, gazing blankly toward the distant stars of the upper frame. The scene is lit by the cold, harsh light of a distant white star, casting deep, absolute shadows across the recesses of her broken frame and creating a sharp contrast against the dark indigo and violet hues of a shimmering nebula in the background. Tiny shards of white armor plating and metallic debris float in a ring around her, reflecting the starlight. Desolate, haunting.
じゅうばんめ
#Gundam#Tsubaki.3
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