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masterpiece, best quality, highly detailed anime illustration, 1girl, adult woman, extremely long chestnut brown hair, waist-length soft wavy hair, fluffy bangs, natural flowing hair, neatly arranged front hair, clear unobstructed face, oversized black hoodie, cute pink hair clips, sitting on the bedroom floor, knees slightly bent, upper body leaning forward, one hand clutching the front of her hoodie near her collarbone, other hand reaching outward dramatically, exaggerated cartoon crying expression, enormous streams of tears pouring down both cheeks like waterfalls, overflowing tears, tears flying in every direction, extremely red puffy eyes, mouth wide open screaming, scrunched up crying face, flushed cheeks, trembling lips, ridiculously dramatic expression, desperately wanting attention and comfort, comically exaggerated emotional reaction, pathetic but adorable personality, scattered tissues all around her, messy cute bedroom, floating pink hearts, cartoon motion lines, playful visual comedy, slightly low-angle three-quarter view, camera positioned diagonally at the lower right side of the character, floor-level camera perspective, dynamic diagonal composition, full body visible, face clearly visible, natural body proportions, detailed hair strands, soft pastel lighting, delicate anime shading, Holding a knife to the throat, beautiful narrow almond-shaped eyes, slightly half-lidded eyes, elongated eye shape, sharp delicate eye corners, subtly lowered upper eyelids, soft sleepy gaze, elegant tapered eyes, slightly downturned outer corners, delicate long eyelashes, detailed irises, glossy expressive eyes, cute but slightly cynical expression, subtle tsundere look, refined anime eye design, mature cute appearance
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, Aldera Junior High uniform, black gakuran jacket, standing collar, gold buttons, white shirt collar, crying, tears streaming, guilt-stricken, regret, panicking, distressed, open mouth, shouting, wordless shout, hands in own hair, pulling hair, gripping head, nose blowing, tissue to nose, toilet paper, crumpled tissue, used tissues, many used tissues, tissue piles on floor, exhausted, drained, dark circles under eyes, half-closed eyes, flushed nose, redness around eyes, bathroom, school bathroom, toilet, toilet stall, tiled floor, tiled wall, fluorescent light, from above, high angle, close-up, dutch angle, disheveled, snot, wet tissue, hunched over, knees bent, standing, full body The camera looks down from high in a corner of the stall, a steep high angle tilted a few degrees off level, so the boy is seen from above as he stands hunched over the toilet — a single figure, alone, his whole body folded in on itself. His hands are both buried in his own short spiked blonde hair, fingers knotted in the strands, pulling the hair upward and forward off his scalp in two straining bunches, elbows flared wide and trembling. His head is tipped back so his open mouth and squeezed-shut streaming red eyes face up toward the ceiling, jaw wrenched wide in a silent wordless shout, tears cutting clean paths down his cheeks and dripping off his jaw onto the stiff standing collar of his black gakuran jacket; the gold buttons of the collar and chest are undone two down, the white shirt underneath wrinkled. His weight is on his back foot, one knee buckled inward, the other leg braced against the base of the toilet bowl. Beside his hip and scattered across the wet-looking tiled floor sit many crumpled wads of toilet paper and torn tissue — a heap at his feet, a few soaked ones dangling over the toilet rim, the roll still spooling a length of paper down his forearm. In the crook of his right arm, still held near his nose between pulls, a wadded tissue is pressed and his nostrils are red and raw and shining. His uniform is disheveled: the gakuran jacket hangs open, the white shirt untucked at one side, no gloves on his hands — bare hands, bare throat. The bathroom is a cramped school stall: a wall of small square white tiles with grey grout, one dark stall partition, a window of frosted glass high on the left wall, a steel toilet with the lid up and water pale and still. The only light is the flat greenish-white of a fluorescent tube overhead, so the light falls from above and slightly behind the camera, striking the top of his head, his shoulders and the upward tilt of his face, casting the sockets of his eyes and the underside of his jaw into shadow and dropping a short dark shadow of his crouched body onto the tiles at his feet. The water in the bowl darkens the lower half of the frame. Colour is disciplined to three families — the near-black of the gakuran, the bleach-white of tiles and paper, and warm skin with the red of his eyes and nose the only vivid accent — with a faint sick green in the shadows. The paper wads are damp and greyish and darker than the dry roll, and they cling to the tiles where they land. Crumpled, claustrophobic, gutted.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, leaning forward, head tilted forward, one hand gripping crumpled white tissue over nose, other hand raised with index finger knuckling at nostril, nose itch, allergic rhinitis, squinting, watery eyes, irritated, furrowed brows, gritted teeth, blush across nose bridge, from below, close-up, dramatic foreshortening, indoor bedroom, dim desk lamp light, exhausted, messy, "HONK", wet congested sneeze, tissue crushed, runny nose, red nose. The camera sits below and slightly in front, looking up at him from desk level, so his lean over the frame becomes a heavy, looming shape. One knee up on the edge of the low bed, the other foot planted flat on the floor bearing his weight, his torso tipped forward over that raised knee; his right hand is a loose fist pressing a crumpled tissue against his nose, the tissue bunched and darkened at the center where it has already soaked through, his nostrils flaring around it as his cheeks puff and his jaw clenches to force the blast through. His left hand has just dropped away from the other side of his nose, index finger still hooked in the knuckle-curl of an itch that would not quit, and it hangs there, twitching. His head is pushed down and forward, chin tucked, the cords of his neck standing out, and his eyes are squeezed almost shut above the tissue, one visible under a sharply lowered brow, wet and bloodshot at the rim, glaring sideways past the tissue at nothing at all. His spiked ash-blonde hair is flattened on one side from where he has been lying down, a couple of strands stuck to his damp temple. In the background at the edge of the lamp's reach, the desk is a mess of used tissues scattered and crushed across the surface, a small mountain of them, several darkened, one fallen to the floor, and the wall clock hangs just behind his shoulder. The desk lamp is the only light source, low and warm, coming from the lower left, so it underlights his jaw and the underside of the tissue, throws a hard shadow of his head up the wall behind him, and leaves the corners of the room in absolute dark; the warm yellow falls off into deep brown at the frame's edges. Palette: warm lamp-yellow on skin and paper, dull grey-black shirt and pants, the red of his eyes and nose the only saturated notes, the white tissues going grey where they are wet. The tissue deforms around the pressure of his nose, the crumple holding the shape of his face. Miserable, fed-up.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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