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A toilet is an everyday object and setting occasionally featured in slice-of-life and comedic digital illustrations. This theme often highlights mundane bathroom elements like tiled floors, mirrors, sinks, and running water to create a realistic environment. Artwork centering on a toilet frequently portrays characters in humorous situations, daily routines, or quiet, private moments away from the main action.

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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, ash blonde spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, black pants, dark shirt, gloves, bathroom stall, public restroom, enclosed stall, metal partition walls, tile floor, sitting on closed toilet lid, hunched forward, both hands gripping own hair, pulling hair, elbows up, head down, eyes squeezed shut, crying, tears streaming, open mouth, wailing, screaming, wordless holler, bared teeth, strained neck tendons, panic attack, trembling, sweat drops, from above, high angle, close-up, cramped framing, dim overhead fluorescent light, tissue to nose, blowing nose, holding soft crumpled tissue, both hands, red nose, congested, teary eyes, half-closed eyes, exhausted relief, slumped shoulders, hours later, single stall composition The camera looks down from above the stall doorway, high and close, so the metal partition walls and the grimy tile floor fence him into a tight vertical box. Bakugou sits forward on the closed toilet lid with his knees together and his boots flat, the whole line of his back bowed over them; both gloved hands are buried in his ash-blonde spikes, knuckles white, elbows flared up on either side of his head, and strands of hair are pulled taut and torn loose between his fingers. His head is forced down so the crown of his spiked hair points at the lens; the face below is crushed into the wail -- eyes screwed shut behind wet lashes, mouth wide on a wordless holler, jaw shaking, teeth showing, the tendons of his neck standing out, tears cutting two shiny tracks down his cheeks and a few drops already on the dark shirt at his collar. His shoulders heave; sweat beads at his temple and along his hairline. Above and around him, the pale green-grey metal partitions rise off the tile, the ceiling fluorescent flooding everything from straight overhead in cold flat light, throwing a hard shadow of his hunched shoulders onto the floor between his boots and leaving the corners of the stall dim. Palette stays in institutional cold greens and greys with his ash-blonde hair and dark shirt as the only mass; the tears and the wet shine at his nose catch the overhead tube. A long diagonal streak of moisture and a crumpled tissue sit on the tile by his boot, the one trace of the hours that pass. Then the second time read, caught at the same stall hours later, the panic drained out of him: from the same high, tight angle he is slumped back onto the closed lid, back against the partition, shoulders dropped and loose, head tilted up and back so the ceiling light lands along his wet cheek. Both hands -- no gloves now, bare, water still beaded on them -- hold a soft crumpled tissue pressed to his reddened nose and the swollen rims of his nostrils as he blows; his eyes are half-shut and unfocused, lashes still wet, the taut strain gone from the neck, a small open relief in the set of his brow. A bold comic sound effect "honk" sits right at the tissue and his nose, thick rounded letters with a little spray of drip marks, weighted to the crumple of the tissue. His nose is red and raw, a shine of damp along the tissue's edge, and an exhausted softness has replaced the terror. The overhead fluorescent still floods the stall from above in cold green-grey; the rest of the palette stays in the same institutional tile and metal, with the ash-blonde spikes now flat and sweaty against his forehead. Quiet, miserable relief.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

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