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พริตตี้เคียว

#พริตตี้เคียว

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copyright: meitantei_precure! solo, 1girl, Cure Answer, magical girl, precure-style costume, torn clothes, clothes ripped, torn skirt, torn bodice, exposed shoulders, caught by tentacles, tentacles restraining her, tentacles under clothes, tentacles inside costume, tentacles tearing costume, tentacles wrapped around waist, tentacles around wrists, tentacles around thighs, detailed fingers, spread fingers, clawing at tentacle, strained hands, from below, dutch angle, foreshortening, looking up, wide-eyed, open mouth, gritted teeth, sweat, tense expression, hair blown back, asymmetrical pose, one knee lifted, arched back, anime screencap, anime coloring, cel shading, high resolution, dynamic composition The camera looks steeply up from floor level, canted hard to the left, so the girl looms against a dark vaulted space and the tentacles sweep past the lens in the foreground. She is a magical girl in a precure-style costume — a fitted bodice and short layered skirt in two-tone pink and white with a ribbon at the chest and long gloves to the elbow — and that costume is already coming apart: the skirt is split up the left seam, one long rip runs from her right hip to her ribs, the bodice straps are snapped off one shoulder, and the shawl of fabric at her waist hangs in a torn strip. Pale violet tentacles as thick as her forearm come up out of the darkness below and behind her: one loops twice around her waist, cinching the bodice and dragging it out of shape; one has forced its way inside the open rip at her hip, visibly bulging the fabric from underneath as it slides up along her ribs; one coils tight around her right wrist and pins it out to the side above her head, and another passes under the hem of her skirt and tears the seam further as it curls. Her left hand is free and locked around the tentacle at her waist, fingers spread and digging in, knuckles whitened, every knuckle and nail drawn in detail, veins standing on the back of the hand. She is caught off balance: her weight rides on her left leg with the heel skidding, her right knee is drawn up, her back arches away from the coil at her waist, and her shoulder straps cut into her skin where the tentacle pulls. Her head is thrown back but her eyes are wide and turned down toward the tentacle gripping her wrist, brows drawn high, mouth open in a strained gasp through clenched teeth, a sheen of sweat across her temple and collarbone; strands of her hair whip back and out of frame against the strain, and the torn strips of her skirt flutter and twist where the tentacles move them. The only light is a cold blue-white glow from behind and below, the tentacles' own faint bioluminescence: it rims the coils in sharp highlights, picks out the individual threads at every tear in the fabric, and leaves the upper half of the frame in absolute blackness. Palette held to bruised ultraviolet, cold cyan rim light, and the costume's hot pink and white as the single warm note. The torn cloth bunches and folds ahead of the tentacles moving under it, the fabric stretching visibly before it splits. Tense, overwhelmed.

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