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AI artwork featuring #มายฮีโร่ อคาเดเมีย and #บาคุโก คัตสึกิ
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บาคุโก คัตสึกิ, มายฮีโร่ อคาเดเมีย

#มายฮีโร่ อคาเดเมีย#บาคุโก คัตสึกิ
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character: bakugou_katsuki, sludge_villain 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, ash blond spiked hair, red eyes, eyes squeezed shut, kneeling on bathroom floor, hunched forward, one hand braced on floor tile, other hand pressing crumpled toilet paper to his nose, blowing nose, open mouth wailing, tears streaming, terrified expression, barefoot, black shirt with sleeves pushed to elbows, black pants, dark gloves, large puddle of vomit on floor tiles, strings of vomit from mouth to puddle, retching, toilet behind him, over-shoulder composition, from above, dutch angle, nightmare imagery, sludge villain silhouette in mirror, green sludge, wide pupils, night bathroom, harsh ceiling light, cold palette, wet floor reflections, Viewed from above and behind his left shoulder, tilted a few degrees off level, the camera looks down across Katsuki Bakugou on the tiled bathroom floor — the toilet a half-metre behind his heels, its lid up, not reached in time. He is down on both knees, weight pitched forward onto his right hand, palm and spread fingers planted in a clear patch of tile just outside the mess; his left arm is folded up across his face, a wadded fistful of toilet paper crushed to his nose, his nostrils pinched shut around it, cheeks puffed with the honking blow. His mouth is stretched wide open in a wail, jaw dropped, the cords of his throat standing out, ash-blond spikes plastered flat at the temples with sweat; both eyes are squeezed to hard sealed creases, brows crushed down, tears forced out at the outer corners and running down his cheeks in two continuous tracks. His shoulders are jacked up around his ears. Between his knees and the toilet bowl spreads a large, still-spreading puddle of vomit over the pale floor tiles — rope-like strands still hanging from his lower lip down into it, the puddle pooling along the grout seams and creeping toward the base of the toilet, catching a wet sheen. Bare feet, toes curled hard against the tile for purchase. Behind him at head height, the bathroom mirror is fogged at the edges but clear at the centre, and in it hangs the nightmare: the sludge villain's vast green ooze shape looming in the glass, no clean face, only two red eyes burning through the muck and a grin of displaced sludge, arms of green slime curling toward the reflecting surface — the reflection darker and softer than anything in the room, so the thing reads as inside the glass only. The single ceiling fixture is the only light source: a hard, cold white downlight directly overhead, throwing a tight pool of light onto the puddle and the crown of his head, dropping the lower half of the room and the corners behind the toilet into near-black, casting his hunched shadow forward and to the left across the tile and his own vomit. Palette holds to cold bathroom white and grey-green, the sickly yellow-green of the puddle and the mirror's sludge, and the hot red of his eyes in the reflection. Detail budget on the sealed-shut eyes, the clamped hand at his nose, the strands and puddle edge, and the spreading stain in the mirror. Pure terror, wet and loud, 3am.
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Katsuki Bakugou retching loudly and wetly a ton of vomit on the floor while he was unable to make it to the toilet this time and then blowing his nose with a loud, wet, congested honk into the toilet paper while wailing loudly with pure terror with his eyes squeezed shut due to a nightmare of the sludge villain coming back to haunt him
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1104 x 1824
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lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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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, short spiked ash-blonde hair flattened and stuck to his forehead with sweat, red eyes swollen and rimmed puffy from hours of crying, tear streaks, distressed expression, congested miserable face, mouth open wailing, crying loudly, clutching his stomach, holding stomach in pain, doubled over, shoulders hunched, kneeling on bathroom floor, torso twisted toward the toilet bowl, one hand clamped over his belly, other hand pressing a wadded clump of toilet paper to his nose, blowing his nose, tears, snot, exhausted, evidence of vomiting, large pile of toilet paper, crumpled toilet paper balls scattered on the tiles, bathroom, tiled wall, toilet bowl, from above, high angle, close-up, dim bathroom light, cold greenish-white fluorescent tube, intimate Seen from high above and slightly behind his right shoulder, Katsuki Bakugou is on his knees on a cold pale-grey tiled bathroom floor, doubled over with his forehead dipped low so the crown of his flattened spiked ash-blonde hair faces the camera and sweat-damp strands hang loose at his temples. His dark trousers are creased hard across the backs of his thighs and one bare heel is lifted off the tiles, the whole weight of him settled on the knee pressed against the floor seam. Both red eyes are swollen almost shut with crying, the rims puffy and raw, and fresh tears slide down his cheeks and hang at his jaw; his brow is dragged inward and up, the face of someone who has been sick all night. His right arm is pulled tight across his middle, fingers dug hard into the front of his shirt over his stomach, knuckles pale, the fabric bunched and twisted in the grip. His left hand holds a thick, messy clump of toilet paper pressed fully over his nose and mouth, and he is caught mid-honk into it: the paper crumples and flares outward at its edges, one corner lifting, his shoulders drawn up around his ears, the bridge of his nose visibly crushed into the wad. Around his knees, a huge drift of toilet paper has accumulated — a torn, unbalanced tower beside the toilet base, a burred roll upended on the floor, a long unraveled ribbon trailing across the tiles, and dozens of soaked, crumpled balls within arm's reach, half of them crowded right against his knees and the toes of his bare feet. Behind him the tiled wall rises out of the frame and the rim of the toilet bowl cuts in at the left edge, its water faintly discolored. The only light is a single cold greenish-white fluorescent tube overhead; it strikes the downward-facing surfaces — the angled tops of his shoulders, the crown of his head, the scattered white paper — so the paper reads brightest in the picture while his face beneath the hair falls into shadow and the wetness on his cheeks catches thin highlights. Shadows pool under his knees and beneath each crumpled ball. Palette is limited to cold tile white, shallow green, dulled ash-blonde and the raw pink-red of his crying eyes. The sour steam still fogging the lower tile and a faint damp sheen on the porcelain record the long night of vomiting and crying. Miserable, tenderly pathetic.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, hunched over, kneeling on bathroom floor, back turned to camera, from behind, over-shoulder composition, severe stomachache, clutching abdomen, screaming, wailing, mouth open, gritted teeth, sweat, tears streaming, sleepless night, dark bags under eyes, exhausted, burping out a ton of vomit, projectile vomit, vomit in toilet bowl, bare torso, black pants, barefoot, tile floor, bathroom setting, toilet, toilet paper roll, blowing nose into huge pile of toilet paper, crumpled toilet paper, holding tissue to nose, congested, miserable, drained expression, no tears left, shoulders slumped, cold fluorescent light, night, quiet despair The camera sits behind and slightly above him in a cramped tiled bathroom, his bare back and shoulders filling the left two-thirds of the frame while the toilet and its splattered bowl occupy the lower right midground; his spiked blond hair is matted flat with sweat on one side, and the black pants ride low on his hips as he kneels with his weight pitched forward on both knees, one hand clamped hard across his own abdomen and the other braced white-knuckled on the toilet rim. His head is thrown back mid-wail, jaw wide, a string of vomit arcing down from his mouth into the bowl with droplets caught on the porcelain rim and a few beaded on the far side of the seat from the force of the burp. Hours later the same view holds him slumped but upright on his knees, shoulders caved, head bowed forward and pressed into a wadded mountain of toilet paper clutched to his nose, eyes half-lidded and rimmed red and dry with no tears left, cheeks hollowed and grey, and the crumpled paper peeling apart damply between his fingers. Fluorescent light comes from a single fixture above and in front of him, cold and greenish-white, throwing a hard shadow of his shoulders down over the bowl and leaving the far corner of the small room in darkness; the only warm colour in the whole frame is the raw red of his eyes and ears. Cool blue-grey tile, bone-white porcelain, black cloth, and his flushed skin define the palette, with the vomit reading a desaturated yellow-tan against the white. Wetness is everywhere the light catches it -- the sheen on the rim, the mist of fine spray around the tissue, sweat beads rolling down the curve of his spine. Utterly spent, quietly wretched.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black pants, black shirt, bare feet, bathroom, tiled bathroom floor, kneeling on floor, hunched forward, one hand clutching stomach, other hand pressed to tile, crying, streaming tears, wailing, open mouth, screaming, wordless holler, closed eyes, scrunched face, grimace of pain, stomachache, vomit on floor, vomit puddle, saliva trail from mouth, runny nose, tissue at nose, blowing nose, exhausted, drained expression, half-closed eyes, red-rimmed puffy eyes, dark circles, sweat, trembling, from above, high angle, dutch angle, close-up, dim bathroom light, night The camera looks steeply down from above and slightly to the side, tilted a few degrees off level, so the small tiled bathroom floor fills most of the frame and the figure crouched on it is compressed, foreshortened, his hunched back and the crown of his spiked blond head nearest the lens while his face tips up toward it. He is down on both knees on the pale tiles, weight sagged onto his heels, thighs folded under him; his left hand is jammed hard into his belly, fingers dug in through the black shirt fabric, knuckles pale, and his right arm is braced straight, palm flat on the tile in front of him taking his weight. Between the braced hand and his knees spreads a glossy pool of vomit, wet and yellow-flecked, its edge creeping along the grout seams and pooling deepest in the shallow dips of the tile, a thin string of it still hanging from his lower lip. He is caught in the middle of one of the hollers: mouth torn wide open, jaw thrust forward, no words in it, tongue visible, throat working; tears stream down both cheeks and off his chin, and his eyes are squeezed shut and swollen, lids puffy and blood-red at the rims, a smear of snot shining under his nose. His brow is crushed down and his face is blotchy and wet all over, breath ragged. In his right hand, half-crumpled against his nose, is a wad of toilet paper already soaked through, caught just after a honk, his nostrils flared and his cheeks still compressed with the effort; two more sodden crumpled wads lie on the floor beside his knee. His spiked hair is flattened on one side and stuck to his damp forehead. Cold overhead bathroom light comes from a single fixture above and behind the camera, so his cast shadow falls forward and short across the tiles, the vomit pool catching a hot highlight on its crown and a second blurred reflection of the bulb; the corners of the room beyond him sink into grey darkness. Palette is clinical bathroom white and grey tile against the warm blond of his hair, the raw red of his eyes and nose, and the wet ochre of the mess, nothing else admitted. Hours of it are legible in the crumpled tissues, the dried white rings higher up the tile where earlier puddles evaporated, and the way his body has stopped fighting and simply sagged. Wretched, spent.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

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