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character: kazama_iroha 1girl, solo, kazama_iroha, blonde hair, long hair, ponytail, hair ornament, aqua eyes, heart-shaped pupils, heart eyes, bathroom, indoors, tiled wall, bath towel, bare shoulders, bare back, bare legs, barefoot, towel wrapped around body, holding towel, from behind, from below, looking back, both hands on wall, pushing against wall, leaning forward, hips pushed out, arched back, ass, standing on tiptoes, head turned to viewer, open mouth, tongue out, blush, sweat, steam, wet hair, dutch angle, close-up on face and shoulders, wide hips, no clothes, no sarashi, no gloves, no haori, no skirt, Seen from behind and slightly below, the girl stands with her back to the camera in a steamy bathroom, her blonde ponytail hanging down between her shoulder blades over the bare skin of her back. Both palms are planted flat against the wet tiled wall at shoulder height, fingers splayed on the tile, elbows slightly bent, and her hips are thrust back toward the viewer so that the small of her back dips into a deep curve and her weight rides forward onto the balls of her bare feet, heels lifted off the wet floor. A single white bath towel is wrapped around her torso, its top edge tucked at her chest and its hem riding high across the backs of her thighs, the damp fabric clinging and creasing where her hips push it taut; her shoulders, back, arms and legs are bare, and no other garment or accessory touches her body. Her head is turned back over her right shoulder toward the viewer, aqua eyes rendered with glossy pink heart-shaped pupils that catch the light, one brow arched, mouth open with the tip of her tongue showing, a flush of red across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. Steam drifts in slow ribbons through the tiled room, beading into condensation that runs in thin trails down the wall and gathers where her fingertips press; a few strands of wet hair stick to her neck and shoulder. The light comes from a single fixture high behind the camera, warm and soft, striking the curve of her back and the back of her thighs while her front and the wall directly before her chest fall into shadow; her cast shadow spreads low and wide across the tile below her hips. The palette is held to wet white tile, pale steam, warm skin tones and the gold of her hair, with the pink of the heart pupils the one saturated note. Tender, teasing.
Nov 4, 2026 7:16 AM
#Hololive Production#Kazama Iroha
AI artwork
p9
character: hakui_koyori 1girl, solo, hakui_koyori, pink hair, long hair, single braid, antenna hair, hair ornament, animal ears, wolf ears, animal ear fluff, tail, bath towel only, bare shoulders, bare back, bare arms, bare legs, wet bathroom, hands pressed against wall, leaning forward, bent over, hips thrust back, presenting posture, arched back, heart-shaped eyes, looking back, looking at viewer, from behind, from below, over-shoulder composition, close-up on upper body and hips, steamy atmosphere, warm bathroom light, Shot from behind and slightly below, over her right shoulder: she stands in a tiled bathroom with her back to the camera, bent forward with both palms planted flat on the wet tiled wall at shoulder height, fingers splayed and tips whitened by the pressure, elbows slightly locked. Her hips are thrust back toward the viewer, spine arched into a deep curve so the small of her back dips and the single white bath towel rides high, its hem bunched at the top of her thighs, the tucked corner at her hip pulled taut and one loose fold hanging free; nothing else covers her — shoulders, back, arms and legs are bare. Her weight is on the ball of her right foot with the left heel lifted, toes gripping the wet tile. Her long pink hair falls forward over her shoulders and a single braid swings down past her cheek toward the wall, loose strands stuck to her damp nape and shoulder blades; the fluffy wolf ears atop her head are angled back, and her tail curls out behind her thigh. She turns her head over her right shoulder and looks straight back at the viewer, both pupils rendered as crisp pink-red hearts, a hot blush across her cheeks, mouth slightly open in a panting half-smile, one eyebrow arched. Condensation beads on the tiles and runs in thin streaks; a faint handprint-shaped clear patch sits on the wall between her palms where the steam has been wiped away. Warm light from a single overhead bathroom fixture falls from above-front, catching the top of her head, ear fluff, shoulders and the raised towel hem, and laying soft shadow under her chin, breasts, belly and the underside of her hips. Palette: warm cream tile, white towel, her pink hair and tail, red heart pupils, deep warm shadow. Intimate, teasing heat.
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#Hololive Production#Hakui Koyori
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune solo, 1other, 2girls? no -- 2 subjects, male focus, other focus, full body, standing, hands in pockets, tongue out, fangs, pointy ears, short hair, cream hair, spiky hair, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, mint blue pants, hoodie and pants matching mint blue set, gloves, frills, heart, cape, black pants, white boots, gold trim, skull, scythe, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape), black skin, white skin, colored skin, holding, grey background, abandoned amusement park, cool demeanor, cute boyish feminine face, 18 years old, from side, dutch angle, wide shot, looking at another, Full-body wide shot, camera tilted a few degrees into a dutch angle and set low, so the two figures read tall against an empty grey sky. On the left of frame stands the boy: eighteen, slight and softly built, a face that reads cute and girlish at a glance, big light blue eyes with a cool, unbothered half-lid, a faint closed-mouth smirk held under a tongue poking straight out past the corner of his lips. His hair is cream, cropped short and pushed up in small spiky tufts that catch the flat light. He wears a matching mint-blue set -- a loose hoodie top with the hem falling over the waistband and mint-blue pants below, one soft mint tone everywhere, save for the frilled trim at the cuffs and hem and a small heart motif worked at the chest. White gloves cover both hands, and both hands are buried to the wrist in his front pockets, thumbs hooked over the pocket lips, elbows bent out, shoulders loose, weight sunk onto his right leg with the left knee slack and the left foot turned out. His gaze cuts sideways and slightly up to the other figure, cool and appraising rather than friendly. To his right, the black-skinned jester stands half a head shorter and much louder in silhouette: pointy ears jutting through the sides of a jester cap with curling horns, gold trim piping its edges, tiny skull and spade and club shapes dangling from the tips. His tongue lolls out over a row of small fangs in a wide delightedly unhinged grin, and his black cape swings back off one shoulder as if he has only just spun to a stop. Black pants, white boots, the gold trim repeated at the boot cuffs. His scythe is held out and low in one hand, the shaft raked diagonally across the foreground with the blade tipping down out of the bottom corner of the frame, its edge taking a thin hard highlight. His head is cocked toward the boy and his eyes are fixed on him, waiting for a reaction. The two of them occupy the lower two thirds of the frame; behind them the deserted amusement park sits in flat overcast grey light -- a rusted ferris wheel off to the upper right, its empty gondolas hanging still, a shuttered ticket booth and a boarded ride entrance further back, penny-farthing benches with their paint gone chalky, weeds pushing up through the cracked paving seams. No visitors, no staff, nothing moving. The grey sky is the only light source, soft and directionless, so shadows pool only underfoot and the mint blue and the black-as-coal skin both read as the loudest shapes in the picture; the ferris wheel's spokes are rendered simple and thin so they do not compete. A single detail carries the physics: the dust that hangs in the still air has settled only on the top faces of the booth roof and the gondola canopies, leaving everything underneath wiped clean. Quiet, deserted, effortlessly cool.
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune mint blue matching top and bottom clothes, top hoodie, short hair slightly standing up, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, Jevil from deltarune is next to them, hands in pockets, boy but cute and looks like a girl, empty ruined amusement park, 18 years old, cool deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)The image shows a jester with a scythe and a hat, holding a sword in one hand and playing cards in the other. The jester is wearing a joker-style costume with a purple and gold color scheme, and the background is a light grey color. The image is animated, giving it a lively and vibrant feel. deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune mint blue matching top and bottom outfit, top hoodie, short hair slightly standing up, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, Jevil from Deltarune is next to them, Jevil is in his usual clothes, hands in pockets, male but looks like a cute girl, abandoned amusement park with no one around, 18 years old, cool deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)The image shows a jester with a scythe and a hat, holding a sword in one hand and playing cards in the other. The jester is wearing a joker-style costume with a purple and gold color scheme, and the background is a light grey color. The image is animated, giving it a lively and vibrant feel. deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE#Undertale / Deltarune
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune mint blue matching top and bottom clothes, upper hoodie, short hair slightly standing up, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, Jevil from deltarune is next to them, Jevil is wearing his usual clothes, hands in pockets, boy but cute like a girl, empty ruined amusement park, 18 years old, cool deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)The image shows a jester with a scythe and a hat, holding a sword in one hand and playing cards in the other. The jester is wearing a joker-style costume with a purple and gold color scheme, and the background is a light grey color. The image is animated, giving it a lively and vibrant feel. deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE#Undertale / Deltarune
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune mint blue matching top and bottom, top is a hoodie, short hair slightly spiked, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, Jevil from Deltarune is beside them, Jevil is wearing his usual clothes, hands in pockets, male but cute and looks like a girl, deserted amusement park with no one around, 18 years old, cool deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)The image shows a jester with a scythe and a hat, holding a sword in one hand and playing cards in the other. The jester is wearing a joker-style costume with a purple and gold color scheme, and the background is a light grey color. The image is animated, giving it a lively and vibrant feel. deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune mint blue matching top and bottom clothes, top hoodie, short hair slightly standing up, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, Jevil from deltarune is next to them, Jevil is in his usual clothes, hands in pockets, male but cute like a girl, deserted amusement park with no one around, 18 years old, cool deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)The image shows a jester with a scythe and a hat, holding a sword in one hand and playing cards in the other. The jester is wearing a joker-style costume with a purple and gold color scheme, and the background is a light grey color. The image is animated, giving it a lively and vibrant feel. deltarune, solo, holding, gloves, hat, full body, heart, frills, boots, pants, artist name, pointy ears, tongue, tongue out, grey background, cape, black pants, colored skin, fangs, 1other, gold trim, white skin, white boots, black cape, skull, other focus, scythe, black skin, jester cap, spade (shape), club (shape)
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#DELTARUNE
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 1boy, 1other, 2 characters, male focus, 18 years old, cute feminine boy, androgynous, bishounen, short hair, spiky hair, cream-colored hair, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, hood down, mint blue pants, matching mint blue outfit, hands in pockets, standing side by side, cool expression, jester, jester costume, jester hat, two-pointed hat, black and purple clothes, white ruffled collar, gloves, clawed hands, holding knife, wide grin, sharp teeth, yellow eyes, glowing eyes, black skin, grey face, small stature, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, outdoors, abandoned amusement park, deserted, ferris wheel, roller coaster, overgrown weeds, rusted railings, overcast dusk sky, looking to the side, wind The camera sits low and tilts a few degrees off level, looking up so the two of them read as a single dark silhouette against the sky over the dead park. In the centre frame the two stand shoulder to shoulder, the boy on the left, the small jester at his right. He is the taller of the two: a slim eighteen-year-old with a face far too pretty for a boy, large light blue eyes with a faint cool jitome cast sideways under half-lowered lids, lips closed and flat, chin a little up. His short cream hair stands in loose, slightly stiff spikes that the wind pushes back from his forehead and off one temple. He wears a mint blue hoodie with the hood lying folded behind his neck, a pale drawstring hanging against the chest, and matching mint blue trousers; both hands are shoved deep into the hoodie's front pockets, the fabric bunched and pulled taut across the knuckles, elbows tucked in and shoulderline relaxed, his weight on his right leg with the left knee slightly bent. The jester stands beside him, small in stature, black of face with a grey jaw and a wide fixed grin of pointed teeth, yellow eyes burning dull with an inner light. He is in his usual motley: a black-purple jester's costume with a long two-pointed hat, one horn tipped white, his white ruffled collar and pale gloves, fingers curled around the handle of a knife held loose at his side. Both look off toward the same distant point out past frame right, the boy's blue gaze and the jester's yellow one angled together; the jester's head is tipped at a sly, listening angle. Behind them the amusement park lies empty and broken: a rusted ferris wheel with empty cars, some hanging at wrong angles, a roller-coaster track skeleton with flaking paint, a signboard whose lettering has weathered into illegible gouges. Weeds push up through cracked asphalt and grass has swallowed the queue barriers; a paper cup sits alone on the path. Nothing else moves. The light comes from a low overcast sky just after the sun has gone, cold and directionless over the whole park, with a deeper shadow pooling under the ferris wheel and the track; the brightest part of the frame is the grey sky behind the two, so they stand against it as almost a single shape. The palette is cold: mint blue on the boy, cream hair, the black and lilac of the jester, then rust, dead grass and slate grey through the entire background, nothing warm admitted except the faint amber of the jester's knife blade. Wind comes across the empty lot and pushes the boy's spiky hair one way and the jester's hat points the other, a strip of mint fabric snapping off the hoodie's cuff -- everything in motion but the dead park. Quiet, cool menace.
Nov 4, 2026 7:15 AM
#Identity V
AI artwork
p9
character: takane_lui heart-shaped pupils, heart eyes, ahegao, open mouth, tongue out, drooling, rolling eyes, blush, heavy breathing, from behind, looking back, hands on wall, arms straight, pressed against wall, arched back, hips thrust out backward, ass, short pink hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, hairband, head wings, wings, white shirt, long sleeves, black fingerless gloves, necktie, high-waist shorts, pantyhose, solo, school, student council room, indoors, daylight The camera sits behind and slightly to the left of one girl, close enough that her back and shoulders fill the middle of the frame while the wall she leans into crosses the upper third -- a view from behind and just off her hip line, her head turned back over her right shoulder toward the lens. Both her palms are planted flat on the pale wall at shoulder height, elbows locked straight, the white shirt sleeves drawn taut from wrist to shoulder by the reach; her black fingerless gloves spread wide against the plaster, fingertips pale where they press. Her weight rides forward onto the balls of her feet, heels lifted slightly out of her shoes, and the push of her arms throws her hips back so the high-waist shorts pull tight and the small of her back dips into a deep curve. Her neck twists so the chin clears her shoulder; her blue eyes are wide, the pupils swollen into two glossy pink hearts that catch a hard pinpoint of window light, lashes fluttering, brows drawn up and together. Her mouth hangs open, a thread of saliva sliding from the lower lip down her chin, tongue lolling, cheeks flushed dark across the nose. Short pink hair with a strand falling between her eyes swings forward past her jaw, the hairband and the two small head wings tilted with the turn of her head, the larger wings folded low and tight against her back so they never touch the wall. Behind her a student council room reads in shallow depth: a long table edge and stacked papers at the left, a tall window at the right casting a broad flat daylight from that side, its bright band raking across the wall above her hands and putting her own shadow softly down and to the left of her body on the plaster. The palette runs pale plaster cream and cool window white against the hot pink of hair and flush, black of gloves and necktie, and the muted navy of the shorts, with the drool catching the same window highlight as her heart pupils. Frustrated, feverish.
Nov 4, 2026 7:14 AM
#Hololive Production#Takane Lui#Takane Lui
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2boys, male focus, teenaged male, 18 years old, cute like a girl, androgynous pretty boy, short hair, slightly spiky hair, standing hair, cream-colored hair, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, hood down, mint blue track pants, matching two-piece outfit, hands in pockets, both hands in pockets, cool expression, closed mouth, half-closed eyes, looking to the side, Jevil, jester, court jester, black and purple jester costume, jester hat with bells, three-pointed hat, curled shoes, standing side by side, side-by-side composition, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, abandoned amusement park, ruined amusement park, deserted, no people, nobody else, overgrown weeds, rusty ferris wheel, dilapidated carousel, cracked asphalt, overcast sky, cold mint-and-cream palette, quiet cool atmosphere The camera looks up from just below knee height at a dutch angle in a cowboy shot, both figures cut at mid-thigh, the tall male on the left and the jester on the right, standing shoulder to shoulder on the same cracked asphalt line and both facing forward-left, their shoulders squared to a horizon that tilts down to the right. The male's weight sinks into his right leg, left hip dropped, both hands pushed deep into the mint blue track-pant pockets so the front of the hoodie bunches and the hem rides up a centimetre; his chin is lifted half an inch against the low angle, one eyebrow level and the other raised a fraction, lids lowered halfway, mouth closed with one corner barely pulled up into a cool almost-smirk, eyes turned aside to the left edge of the frame without looking at the viewer. His short cream hair stands up in loose spikes at the crown and over the right temple, the taller spikes stirred by a faint breeze that also lifts the hood's drawstrings and the loose fabric of his sleeve. The mint blue hoodie sits over the track pants as one matching two-piece set, the hood collapsed flat at his nape, the front kangaroo pocket pushed out of shape by the fists inside it, ribbed cuffs pushed up on the wrists. Jevil stands to his right at roughly chest height to the male's shoulder, body turned slightly in towards him, the jester's black and purple suit with its ruffled collar and bells caught in the same wind so the three points of his hat swing and the bells stay still, both his gloved hands sunk into the slit pockets of his jester's coat with the elbows faintly bent, his head tipped up toward the male rather than toward the lens, a wide fixed grin and one eye a black spiral, the other narrowed, the whole small body humming with a private amusement that stays contained. Between the two of them the shoulder gap is only a hand's width, no contact, but Jevil's shadow falls across the male's left shoe where the low sun rakes from behind them. Behind and around the pair the amusement park is entirely empty and in ruins: a ferris wheel of rusted spokes and missing gondolas in the right background, its curved struts leaning out of true; a carousel with half its canopy torn away and one horse fallen on its side in the midground left; a ticket booth with a boarded window and illegible faded lettering; weeds splitting the asphalt in long seams under their feet and standing waist-high along the fence. The light comes from a low, flat overcast sky behind the ruins, cool and diffuse and grey-blue, so no hard shadow lands under the figures except the soft one Jevil casts across the male's shoe; the mint of the outfit and the cream of the hair are the only warmish light in a scene otherwise held to mint blue, cream, rust brown and purple-black, the weeds a desaturated green. The low camera makes the ruined ferris wheel loom behind their shoulders while their feet stay planted on the same broken ground — quiet, cool, faintly melancholy.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2boys, male focus, 18-year-old man, short cream-colored hair, spiky hair slightly standing up, light blue eyes, cute feminine pretty face, cool confident expression, mint blue hoodie, mint blue hooded top, mint blue pants, two-piece mint blue outfit, hands in pockets, Jevil, jester, black and purple jester costume, jester hat with bells, pointed shoes, standing side by side, from below, dutch angle, wide shot, abandoned amusement park, deserted amusement park, ferris wheel silhouette, overgrown weeds, nobody else around, overcast dusk sky, cool blue-grey palette The camera looks up from a low, tilted angle at two figures standing side by side on a cracked, weed-split path at the center of an empty amusement park, and the frame holds no one but them. On the left stands an eighteen-year-old young man with a deceptively pretty, feminine face and a cold, composed stare that keeps the whole figure cool; his short cream-colored hair lifts in small spikes at the crown, backlit so the tips catch a pale rim, and his light blue eyes sit half-lidded as he looks straight out past the lens, chin slightly raised. He wears a mint blue hoodie top with the hood pushed down onto his shoulders and matching mint blue pants, the loose fabric gathering at his wrists, and both hands are buried deep in the front pockets so the hoodie pulls taut across his hips and the pockets bulge at the knuckles. Beside him, Jevil stands in his usual black and purple jester costume — fitted two-tone panels, a jester hat with bell tips curling down toward his shoulder, and pointed shoes planted on the asphalt — and he leans in slightly toward the young man, his own hands tucked in his pockets too, shoulders squared but a sly tilt to his head that makes the bells hang motionless. They are nearly shoulder to shoulder, the young man's sleeve just brushing Jevil's arm, no gap between them. Behind them the abandoned park stretches out: a huge rust-flecked ferris wheel stands still and skeletal against a low, flat overcast sky, its gondolas hanging crooked, and a buckled, faded ticket sign hangs at an angle on a leaning post, its lettering worn illegible. Clumps of dry weeds split the pavement and spill over the path edge, and a thin scatter of windblown grit skitters along the cracked asphalt around their feet. The light is a cool, diffuse dusk under heavy cloud, weak and even, so the pair read as two dark silhouettes edged with soft blue-grey, and the deepest shadow pools beneath the ferris wheel's hub where the structure gathers into darkness. The whole palette stays in mint blue on the young man's outfit, the purple and black of the jester, and the washed grey-blue of the sky and cracked concrete, with the dead brown of the weeds as the only warm note. Both figures stand still in the chill, the young man's posture stiff and controlled, Jevil's loose and watchful, standing together in the quiet of the empty park: cool and eerie.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2girls, male focus, 1boy, short hair, cream hair, hair sticking up, spiky hair, aqua eyes, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, mint blue pants, matching set, hood down, hands in pockets, cute boy, feminine face, 18 years old, jester, jester cap, bells on hat, purple hat, jester outfit, black and purple clothes, white gloves, sharp teeth, yellow eyes, dark sclera, standing side by side, standing, full body, wide shot, from side, dutch angle, abandoned amusement park, ruined amusement park, ferris wheel, empty, no people, overcast sky, dusk, cool palette, mint blue, faded pastel, rust, muted colors A wide low shot tilted a few degrees off level looks across the cracked asphalt concourse of an abandoned amusement park at dusk, two figures standing side by side in the midground, small against the rusting structures around them. The right figure is a slender 18-year-old boy seen mostly in three-quarter profile turned slightly toward his companion: short cream-colored hair lifting at the crown and a few strands sticking up at the back of the head, a soft rounded feminine jaw, large light blue eyes with a faint downcast tilt, small nose and mouth set in a mild closed-lip near-smile. He wears a mint blue two-piece set — a hoodie with the hood slack on his shoulders, ribbed cuffs, a front kangaroo pocket, and matching mint blue trousers with a drawstring waist — the fabric baggy at the thigh and bunched at the ankles, and both hands pushed deep in the hoodie's front pocket so the fabric sags and pulls taut across his knuckles, elbows angled out. His weight rests on the left leg, right knee slightly bent. The left figure is a small round-bodied jester standing beside him, feet on the asphalt with a clear gap of open ground between the two, a purple-and-black jester cap with two floppy horns hanging loose and small bells at the tips, a pale face with a fixed wide toothy grin and large yellow eyes with dark sclera glancing sideways toward his companion, gloved hands also tucked away in his pockets, his jester's collar splayed. Both stand side by side with no other person anywhere in frame; the concourse behind them is empty, the asphalt split by weeds. Behind and above, a rusted ferris wheel with several missing gondolas stands against an overcast lavender-grey sky, a shuttered ticket booth leans at the left edge, and farther back a carousel canopy sags in place. Nothing moves; a plastic cup lies tipped on the asphalt, the only thing out of place. The light is a single overcast slab from the sky, soft and directionless, cool lavender-grey, so no hard shadows fall and both figures read in dull even tone; deep rust-orange and charcoal shadows gather under the ferris wheel and inside the empty booth. The palette is mint blue and cream against rust, faded lavender and dead grass green, everything low-saturation and chalked with dust. A wet patch of asphalt between the two figures holds a blurred, darker, softer reflection of the ferris wheel's rim. Quiet melancholy, softly eerie.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
#Digimon
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 1boy, 1other, 2 characters, standing side by side, mint blue hoodie, mint blue pants, matching mint blue outfit, short hair, spiky hair, cream colored hair, light blue eyes, hands in pockets, cute boy, feminine boy, androgynous, 18 years old, hood up? no, hood down, abandoned amusement park, deserted, no people, overcast daylight, wide shot, from below, dutch angle, jester, harlequin, jester costume, two-toned hat, jester hat, pointed hat, sharp teeth, yellow eyes, pale skin, small stature, grinning, sharp-toothed grin, looking at another, sideways glance, dilapidated ferris wheel, broken carousel, overgrown weeds, cracked pavement, rusted railings, cold desaturated palette, mint blue accent The camera sits low and tilted a few degrees off level, looking slightly up at the pair from knee height so the rusted amusement-park structures rear behind them. On the right of the frame an 18-year-old boy stands with his weight loaded onto his left leg, right knee relaxed and slightly turned in, both hands buried to the knuckles in the front pockets of his mint blue pants, thumbs hooked over the pocket seams and pulling the fabric taut across his hips. The matching mint blue hoodie hangs loose off his shoulders, its hood lying flat across the back of his neck, the drawstrings uneven, and the ribbed cuffs pushed back from his wrists. His cream-colored hair is cropped short and stands up in soft spikes at the crown and above the temples, one tuft flicked forward over his brow; his light blue eyes are wide and bright under a slightly raised brow, chin dipped, a faint closed-lip smile with one corner pulled higher making him read as a boy with a girl's softness -- a small, delicate jaw, a short nose, smooth cheeks with a touch of warmth high on them. He looks sideways and down at the figure beside him, head tilted toward his companion. To his left, shoulder near the boy's shoulder but not touching, stands a small jester in his usual costume: a two-toned harlequin suit with a tight collar and a matching two-pointed jester hat whose tips curl outward, long pointed shoes, pale skin, yellow eyes with slitted pupils, and a wide sharp-toothed grin that shows a row of needle teeth. Both his hands are tucked behind him out of sight; he leans his upper body a few degrees toward the boy's arm, chin lifted, gaze angled up at the boy's face, clearly pleased with himself. The gap between their shoulders is a hand's width of grey air. The ground is cracked asphalt with weeds pushing up through the seams, and behind them a collapsed ferris wheel leans on a bent axle, its empty gondolas hanging at odd angles, one door swinging open; further back a carousel with peeling paint and a missing canopy panel, ticket booth glass gone dark, chain-link fence bowed and rusted. No other figure is anywhere in the frame -- the paths, the queue rails and the wheel's gondolas are all empty, and the wind moves only a loose sheet of paper and the grass. Light is flat and overcast from a high, diffuse sky, so shadows are soft and short and pooled beneath their feet; a thin, slightly brighter band on the left side of each figure marks the sun's weak direction. Palette is drained grey-brown concrete and rust with the mint blue of the boy's outfit as the one clean, cool note, echoed faintly in the pale sky and nowhere else; cream hair and the jester's muted reds and purples keep the midtones warm. A pigeon's worth of stillness: breeze catching one spike of the boy's hair and the loose hem of his hoodie, the jester's hat tips swaying out of sync with each other. Quiet, offbeat tenderness.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 1boy, 1other, 2 characters, male focus, cute boy, androgynous, feminine face, eighteen years old, short hair, cream-colored hair, spiky hair, hair sticking up, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, matching mint blue sweatpants, hood down, hands in pockets, both hands in pockets, standing, standing side by side, Jevil, jester, black jester, tall slim jester, pale grey skin, long pointed ears, sharp toothy grin, jagged yellow teeth, dark jester hat with horns, jester hat with bells, dark one-piece jester suit, cape with contrasting lining, long pointed shoes, full body, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, looking to the side, looking at another, abandoned amusement park, ferris wheel, overgrown weeds, overcast daylight, desaturated palette, mint blue accent The camera sits low and tilts slightly, a from-below cowboy shot in a wide, windless frame: on the left of the pair, the cream-haired boy is caught mid weight-shift, his right hip cocked, his left knee slightly bent, both hands shoved deep into the front pockets of his mint blue hoodie so the fabric bellies and pulls tight across the knuckles, the hood lying flat at the back of his neck. The mint blue two-piece — hooded top and matching loose bottoms — swallows his frame and bunches at the ankles; his short cream hair stands up in soft irregular spikes that catch the flat grey light along their tips, and his light blue eyes have drifted rightward, toward his companion, chin lifted and lips parted in a small, half-drawn breath. Beside him on the right, the jester stands at the taller figure's easy lean, weight settled on one long pointed shoe, his dark one-piece suit and horned jester hat with its small bells hanging still, his cape lining falling in a straight line, and his wide jagged-toothed grin angled down at the boy — the look landing on him and the boy's gaze lifting to meet it. Behind and around them the abandoned amusement park sits completely empty: a rust-streaked ferris wheel filling the upper left, gondolas hanging crooked and one swung out of line, weeds splitting the cracked asphalt in the foreground and threading the base of a shuttered ticket booth at the far right, its signage worn to illegible pale scratches. No one else is anywhere in the frame. The light is an even overcast sheet from above and slightly behind the camera, soft with no hard cast shadows, so the only real darkness pools inside the wheel's spokes, under the booth's awning and in the folds of the jester's cape; the rest of the world is muted grey-brown and rust, letting the mint blue and the cream of the boy's hair hold the only clean colour in the image. A single loose bottle at their feet has rolled to rest against a seam in the asphalt, where a thin line of old rainwater still stands in the crack. Quiet, melancholy-cute.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2girls? no, 2boys, boy, cute boy, feminine boy, androgynous, 18 years old, short hair, cream hair, spiky hair, light blue eyes, mint blue hoodie, hoodie worn on top, mint blue pants, hands in pockets, standing side by side, another figure beside him, jester, jester costume, two-tone hat, small hat, purple outfit, hands in pockets, abandoned amusement park, deserted, no people, ruined ferris wheel, from below, dutch angle, wide shot, depth of field, overcast sky, cool palette, hair between eyes The camera looks up from low near the cracked asphalt, tilted a few degrees off level so the ruined ferris wheel leans across the top of the frame, and the two of them stand side by side at the center of an empty, overgrown amusement park midway. On the left, the boy — eighteen, slight-shouldered, with a face that reads sweet and girlish: big light blue eyes under soft lashes, a small nose, a faint closed-mouth smile with one lip corner pulled a touch higher — his short cream-colored hair sticking up in loose spikes at the crown, blown slightly askew by a slow wind. He wears a mint blue hoodie on top with the hood slack against his nape and the drawstrings hanging uneven, and matching mint blue pants, both of his hands pushed deep into the hoodie's front pockets so the fabric pulls taut across his knuckles and rucks at the hips; weight on his right leg, left knee bent, hip cocked, chin tipped down toward his companion. At his shoulder on the right stands the small round jester in his usual garb — the purple coat and jester shoes, the two-toned hat with its soft tips drooping, both hands tucked away out of sight, his head tilted up and his gaze angled sideways at the other boy's face, one brow lifted in amusement at what he sees. Their shoulders nearly touch; they do not, a finger-width of gray daylight kept between them. The environment keeps its distance: the midway stretches away in broken paving with weeds shouldering through the seams, a shuttered ticket booth on the left with its shutter half-collapsed, a rusted gondola hanging motionless from the ferris wheel's rim above, a carousel behind them with its canopy torn and its horses faded to pastel ghosts, and no other figure anywhere in the frame — the park is wholly deserted. Flat, even overcast light from a high thin cloud deck gives no hard cast shadows, only soft grounding pools of dark under their shoes and inside the folds of the hoodie; the palette holds mint blue against cream hair and warm skin, the jester's purple as the one saturated note, everything else washed gray-green and bleached by weather. Wet patches on the asphalt catch a dull, dimmer reflection of the sky, brighter at the surface the light strikes and darker where the puddles sit in shade. Quiet, tender, a little lonely.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
#Killua Zoldyck
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2boys, male focus, 18-year-old boy, short hair, messy short hair, spiky hair, cream-colored hair, light blue eyes, cute, feminine, androgynous, mint blue hoodie, mint blue pants, matching set, hands in pockets, standing, standing side by side, from below, full body, dutch angle, Jevil, jester, jester costume, jester hat with bells, three-pointed hat, black and purple jester outfit, white ruffled collar, pale grey skin, wide grin, sharp teeth, glowing yellow eyes, dark makeup around eyes, abandoned amusement park, deserted, no humans, ferris wheel, overgrown weeds, dusk, wide shot The camera sits low and slightly tilted, looking up at the two of them from knee height along a cracked asphalt path, so the rusted ferris wheel rears behind their shoulders and the sky fills the top third of the frame. On the left the 18-year-old boy stands with his weight on his right leg and his left hip dropped, both hands pushed deep into the front pockets of his mint blue hoodie so the fabric bunches and pulls taut across his knuckles; his mint blue pants match the hoodie exactly, same dyed cotton, same soft fold at the ankle above scuffed sneakers. His short cream hair springs up in loose pale spikes that catch the last light along their tips, a few strands crossing his brow, and his light blue eyes are turned sideways and slightly up toward his companion, chin tilted, one corner of his mouth lifted in a soft closed-lip smile that reads unmistakably cute despite the flat chest and narrow hips. Jevil stands shoulder to shoulder beside him on the right, a head shorter in the low angle, his black and purple jester outfit hanging in pointed flaps, the three-pointed hat's bells tipped motionless because he is holding still, both gloved hands tucked behind his back, his pale grey face angled down and toward the boy with one glowing yellow eye catching him and that permanent wide sharp-toothed grin pulled a little wider on the side facing him. Their shoulders almost touch but do not; the only contact is the shared plane of the asphalt under their shoes. The park is empty of every other living thing: the gate booth's window is a black hole, the ticket counter has no attendant, the carousel's horses stand riderless under a stalled canopy, and weeds push up through the seams of the path in wiry tufts. The single light source is the sun already below the horizon line behind the wheel, so the sky is a low band of dusty orange fading to violet, the two figures read as dark-edged silhouettes with only their cream hair, mint blue clothing and Jevil's yellow eyes holding color, and their long shadows stretch forward toward the lens across the asphalt and break over every crack. A paper cup lies on its side in the foreground with nothing to move it. Quiet, tenderly strange.
Nov 3, 2026 7:26 AM
#Killua Zoldyck
AI artwork
p9
copyright: deltarune 2girls? no, 1boy 1other, two people, standing side by side, mint blue hoodie, mint blue pants, matching two-piece outfit, hood down, kangaroo pocket, hands in pockets, both hands in pockets, short hair, slightly spiky hair, cream-colored hair, light blue eyes, aqua eyes, cute, feminine boy, androgynous, 18 years old, teenage boy, light build, Jevil (deltarune), jester, purple jester hat with bells, jester costume, ruffled collar, long sleeves, baggy pants, pointed shoes, grinning, sharp teeth, abandoned amusement park, ruined amusement park, empty, no people, ferris wheel, overgrown weeds, overcast sky, wide shot, from side, full body, dutch angle, depth of field, desaturated background, muted palette, mint blue accent, cream, dusty grey, moss green, quiet melancholy A low, tilted side-on view catches the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder on a cracked, weed-split asphalt path that runs diagonally from the lower left toward the middle distance, the ruined amusement park opening out behind and around them. Nearest the lens, the eighteen-year-old boy stands with his weight sunk into his left hip, right knee slightly bent, both hands buried to the knuckles in the front kangaroo pocket of his mint-blue hoodie so the fabric pulls taut across his wrists and bunches at the seams; the hood lies flat and empty against his upper back. His matching mint-blue pants break once over scuffed sneakers, one ankle crossed loosely in front of the other. Short cream-colored hair stands up in soft, uneven spikes, a few strands lifted as if by a slow warm draft, and the flat overcast light picks a pale rim along the tips. His light blue eyes are turned slightly up and toward his companion, chin tipped, mouth in a faint closed-lip smile that reads gentle and quietly pleased; a soft blush sits high on one cheek. Slender shoulders, a narrow jaw and rounded cheek make him read as cute before he reads as a boy. Beside him and a half step back, the jester stands at a jauntier angle, torso opened toward the path, one hip cocked, boot heels planted apart on the broken surface. His purple jester hat curls and droops at both points, and its small bells hang dead still; the ruffled collar sits high around his jaw, long sleeves fall loose past his wrists and the baggy legs of his costume bunch over the tops of long pointed shoes. Both hands are pushed into the folds of his costume's side pockets, elbows flared out. His head is turned to the boy, wide grin showing a row of sharp teeth, one eye narrowed in a sly, amused squint; the boy's gaze meets his at the halfway point between them, and the jester's grin answers it. The environment is empty of every other soul: a great ferris wheel leans to one side in the midground with several gondolas missing, its bare lattice eaten by rust, and behind it a collapsed roller coaster track sags among bare struts. Grass and thin saplings push up through the asphalt cracks, and a ticket booth at the right edge stands with its windows dark and its boards swollen. Foreground weeds sit slightly out of focus at the bottom corners, midground spars and the wheel hold sharp detail, and the far treeline dissolves into pale haze. Flat, diffuse overcast light comes from a high, soft source behind the two of them, so their faces are lit without hard direction, the shadows fall short and soft toward the camera, and no sun disc is visible; the empty park beyond them is the brightest, most washed-out part of the frame, leaving the two figures the most saturated thing in it. The palette is dusty grey, rust brown, moss green and pale concrete, admitted only as a backdrop so that mint blue, cream, and the jester's flat purple land as the sole strong colours in the picture. The weeds that break through the asphalt stand taller than the cracks that hold them, the one small proof the place has been left alone a long time. Quiet melancholy.
Nov 3, 2026 7:25 AM
AI artwork
p9
character: takane_lui 1girl, solo, takane_lui, pink hair, short hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, hairband, head wings, wings, from behind, over-shoulder view, looking back, both hands on wall, leaning against wall, arms straight, hips pushed out, arched back, standing on tiptoes, high-waist shorts, white shirt, long sleeves, necktie, black fingerless gloves, pantyhose, heart-shaped pupils, heart eyes, ahegao, rolling eyes up, open mouth, tongue out, drooling, heavy blush, sweat, trembling, cumming, orgasm, clenched teeth, tearful, school student council room, indoors, wooden desk, bookshelf, filing cabinet, whiteboard, window with evening light, long shadow, dutch angle, close-up on face and hips, warm amber light, dark teal shadows, pink accents, cinematic, intense, overwhelmed The image is shot from behind at a low, tilted dutch angle over the girl's right shoulder, so her back and pushed-out hips dominate the foreground while her face turns back toward the camera in three-quarter profile. She is a short pink-haired girl with hair falling between her eyes, a hairband and small head wings folded back behind her ears, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a necktie, high-waisted shorts, black fingerless gloves and dark pantyhose. Both gloved palms press flat against the classroom wall at shoulder height, elbows locked, arms straining; her weight rests on the balls of her feet with heels lifted off the floor, knees slightly bent, hips cantilevered far back from the wall. Through the over-shoulder view, her blue eyes are rolled up and inward with heart-shaped pupils glowing pink, brows drawn high, mouth open in a slack ahegao with tongue lolling and drool stringing from the lower lip, cheeks flushed deep red and a sheen of sweat on her temples and neck. Her shoulders quiver and the shirt fabric bunches at the waist where the shorts pull taut. The student council room around her: a wooden desk with stacked papers, a bookshelf of binders, a filing cabinet, and a whiteboard on the side wall; the large window at back right lets in low amber evening light that rakes across the room, casting her long warped shadow onto the floor and wall to the left, and rims the edges of her hair in warm gold while the corners fall into deep teal shadow. Palette locked to warm amber, deep teal and pink highlights, nothing else. The wall paint dimples slightly where her palms press, and a few loose papers on the desk have slid from the tremor of the room. Intense and overwhelmed.
Nov 3, 2026 7:25 AM
#Hololive Production#Takane Lui#Takane Lui
AI artwork
p9
character: takane_lui heart-shaped eyes, ahegao, tongue out, rolling eyes, saliva trail, hands on wall, both arms up, leaning forward, bent over, hips pushed back, arched back, standing, solo, 1girl, school student council room, indoors, from behind, from below, looking back, over shoulder, pink hair, short hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, hairband, head wings, white shirt, long sleeves, necktie, black fingerless gloves, high-waist shorts, pantyhose, wooden desk, stacked papers, bookshelf, filing cabinet, chalkboard, window blinds, afternoon light, dust motes The camera sits low behind her and slightly to her left, tilted up: the view is from behind and below, so her back, the backs of her thighs and the underside of her chin lead the frame, her face turned back over her right shoulder toward the lens. Both palms are pressed flat against the pale wall at shoulder height, fingers splayed, arms locked straight, elbows slightly bowed; her forehead hovers a hand's width from the plaster. Her hips are thrust far back and up behind her, spine arched into a deep curve, weight carried on the balls of both feet with the heels lifted a little out of her shoes, knees soft and close together. The white shirt is tucked hard into the high-waist shorts and pulled taut across her arched back so the fabric creases at the shoulder blades; the necktie hangs loose and swings forward past her collarbone instead of lying on her chest. Black fingerless gloves end at the knuckles, baring the fingertips that flatten white against the wall; sheer pantyhose sheathes her legs down into her shoes, catching a thin highlight along each calf. Her short pink hair falls forward around her turned face, the strand between her eyes slipping sideways, the hairband and the small wing-shaped tufts at her temples silhouetted against the light. Over her shoulder her blue irises have collapsed into two glossy red-pink hearts with sharp white glints, pupils gone; her eyelids are dragged wide, lashes wet, brows drawn up in a strained arc, and her tongue lolls out and down over her lower lip with a thin thread of saliva breaking from the tip. One long strand of hair clings to her damp cheek. The room is the student council office: a heavy wooden desk at frame right with neat stacks of paper, a pen cup and an open ledger, a bookshelf and a filing cabinet along the far wall, a green chalkboard with faint erased writing, and half-closed blinds behind her. Late afternoon sun comes through the blinds in slanted bars, the only light source, laying bright stripes across her back, the wall above her hands and the floor, with the shadow of the blinds and her own hunched silhouette thrown long and soft to the left; the corners beyond the stripes go dim and warm. Dust motes drift visibly in the slanted beams. The wall where her palms press shows the faint compression of plaster and the shadow of each finger. Palette held to warm afternoon gold, the cool grey-green of the room's shadows, the pink of her hair and the white of the shirt, with the two red hearts as the only saturated accents. Close on a charged, shameless, sunlit mood.
Nov 3, 2026 7:25 AM
#Hololive Production#Takane Lui#Takane Lui
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