s1boy, superhero, ((torn bodysuit)), (transparent bodysuit), navel, lying on the ground, unconscious, defeated, suffering expression, closed eyes, parted lips, superboy\(dc\), short messy black hair, blue eyes, jacket, beautiful boyStarfox 11#DC Comics#Superman#My Adventures with Superman
ffcharacter: sunny_(omori), basil_(omori), copyright: omori 2girls, basil_(omori), sunny_(omori), female sunny, blonde hair, short hair, blue eyes, hair flower, antenna hair, nurse costume, nurse cap, white nurse dress, large angel wings, feathered wings, white wings, halo, glowing halo, princess carry, carrying, holding another, bridal carry, black hair, low twintails, eyepatch, dark lolita dress, black lolita dress, frilled dress, limp, arms hanging, blood from mouth, blood drip, closed eye, pale skin, from above, downward facing camera angle, high angle, dutch angle, close-up, two-shot, clenched teeth, strained expression, trembling arms, bare ears, blood on chin, dark background, dim lighting, grim atmosphere From a high downward camera angle that looks steeply down onto the pair, tilted slightly into a dutch angle, the blonde boy in the white nurse costume stands braced with his feet planted wide apart, the skirt of the nurse dress and the crisp white nurse cap tilted by the angle of his head as he gazes down at her. His large white feathered angel wings spread wide behind his shoulders and catch the low light, their tips filling the upper edges of the frame, and a thin luminous halo floats just above his hair as the only bright thing against the shadowed background. His arms are wrapped under her back and knees in a bridal carry, her weight sagging heavily into them so that his forearms tremble and his fingers dig into the fabric of her dark lolita dress, the ruffled hem of which spills over his forearm and hangs down toward the floor. Her low twin tails fall back away from her face as she lies limp, arms dangling and one hand open with slack fingers, her head tipped back over the crook of his elbow so that her eyepatch faces the camera and her visible eye is shut, her lips parted with dark blood seeping from the corner of her mouth and running in a thin line down her chin and jaw. The steep angle compresses the floor beneath them into a dark plane, with only their two cast shadows stretching outward and the halo's pale rim glinting on the wet blood at her lips. Muted palette of dark navy, black, and cold white, with the red of the blood the only saturated color, lit from a single dim overhead source that leaves their faces half in shadow. Somber and tragic.ferfd fed11#OMORI
lying_convulsing_dying, arched_back, masterpiece, anime coloring, 1girl, hikawa koyuki, greige hair, greige eyes, long hair, blunt bangs, blue earrings, small earrings, black uniform, black blazer, navy blue cardigan, white blouse, gray skirt, black socks, red sandalsアニス22
d3character: elesa_(pokemon), rosa_(pokemon) 3girls, multiple girls, rosa_(pokemon), elesa_(pokemon), male stranger, black hair, twin side ponytails, braided ponytails, blue eyes, long sidelocks, yellow-green two-piece outfit, yellow fur coat, fur-trimmed coat, rosa original outfit, visor cap, white shirt, blue shorts, black pantyhose, unconscious, eyes closed, curled up, fetal position, lying, inside transparent suitcase, clear hard-shell suitcase, stranger in formal suit, black suit, pulling suitcase, walking, elesa walking alongside, talking, speech bubble, inset vignette in speech bubble, drugged cloth, chloroform, from behind, closed-door room, gym interior, indoor, full body, cowboy shot, from side, dutch angle, cold overhead light, palette of gym teal, black, yellow and fur cream The camera sits low and off-axis, a slight dutch tilt tipping the long empty gym hall so the floor's inlaid battle lines run diagonally out of frame; we view the trio from the side, walking left to right through the gym's dead centre. In the foreground, closest to the lens, the clear hard-shell suitcase lies flat on its back, its whole transparent lid facing up: inside it Rosa is curled on her side in a tight fetal curl, knees drawn to her chest, both hands tucked under her chin, her visor cap still on and slightly askew, her white shirt and blue shorts creased where her body presses them against the case's inner wall, black pantyhose catching the cold light along one bent shin, her twin hair buns crushed against the padding, eyes shut, mouth slack, one loose strand of brown hair pressed flat to the transparent lid from within. The stranger grips the suitcase's extending handle in his right fist, arm straight, shoulder pulled back by the load, his polished black shoes striking the floor in a slow rhythm, his suit jacket buttoned, tie straight, face turned three-quarters away from the lens and down toward Elesa — a bland, pleasant, unreadable profile. Elesa walks at his left shoulder, half a step ahead, torso angled toward him, chin lifted, one hand raised palm-up in a light explaining gesture, her long black sidelocks swinging with her stride, twin braided side ponytails bouncing at each step, her yellow-green two-piece outfit bright against the hall, the yellow fur coat open and slipping off one shoulder, its collar fluffing around her neck with the motion; her eyes are on his face, bright and unguarded, her lips parted mid-sentence. Between them and slightly above head height floats a rounded speech bubble whose tail points at Elesa; inside the bubble the scene is small and flat, drawn as a simple inset vignette — Elesa seen from behind, her coat and braids, and a suited figure behind her pressing a folded white cloth over her nose and mouth, one gloved hand clamped across her brow. The gym is closed and empty: tall dark-teal walls banded with yellow, a raised trainer platform behind them, roller-coaster rail curving away into shadow, and behind everything the huge double doors shut tight, their seam a vertical black line. The only light is a row of overhead fixtures running down the hall's spine: it pools on the transparent lid in a hard specular streak that slides as the case moves, throws long thin shadows of the three figures backward along the floor, leaves the far corners of the gym in deep teal darkness, and picks out the individual hairs of the fur collar and the fine scratches on the suitcase's plastic. Everything else is kept simple: the three figures, the suitcase, the speech bubble, the long perspective of the closed room, cold overhead light, quiet dread.Dicavec322
s1boy, male child focus, little young male child, solo, superhero, superboy, short messy black hair, blue eyes, jacket, ((torn bodysuit)), bruised, sweat, navel, lying on the ground, unconscious, defeated, suffering expression, closed eyes, parted lips, someone Beautiful boyStarfox 11#DC Comics#Superman
dcharacter: iono_(pokemon), spinel_(pokemon), copyright: pokemon_horizons, pokemon 1girl, 1boy, unconscious, sleeping, limp, lying on ground, midriff, crop top, short leggings, jacket removed, close-up, from above, deep blue and purple theme, cinematic lighting, night, no blood, no wounds, clear skin, pink eyes, pink and blue multicolored hair, twintails, blue hair, heterochromia, A dramatic close-up view from above focuses on the interaction between the two figures on the ground. A girl with pink and blue multicolored hair and twintails lies completely unconscious, her body naturally limp and head tilted to the side. She wears a cropped top and short leggings, her midriff fully exposed now that her oversized outer jacket has been removed and cast aside on the pavement. Beside her, a man with blue hair and multicolored eyes leans over her, his hand still gripping the edge of the discarded jacket as he finishes laying her down. The scene is bathed in deep blue and purple moonlight, creating high-contrast cel-shading with sharp linework. A single cold light source from above casts a heavy shadow across the man's face, leaving his expression partially obscured. The ground is a dark, clean urban surface, completely devoid of blood or injury. The atmosphere is mysterious and villainous.Dicavecdff11
Enchanting Slumber: The Mysterious BeautySalvador Francisco Hernández22#Yırtık giysiler#kahverengi saç#Sırtüstü uzanmış
tcharacter: elesa_(pokemon), rosa_(pokemon) 3girls, elesa, rosa, unknown man in formal suit, black hair, twin braids, twin braided side ponytails, side ponytails, long hair, sidelocks, blue eyes, long eyelashes, yellow and green two-piece outfit, crop top, cropped top and short shorts, yellow fur coat, fur-trimmed coat, open coat, brown hair, double bun, hair bun, blue eyes, white visor cap, white raglan shirt, yellow shorts, black pantyhose, red and black sneakers, unconscious, eyes closed, limp body, relaxed body, head lolling, curled up, fetal position, curled up inside transparent suitcase, clear hard-shell suitcase, see-through luggage, lying curled inside suitcase, suitcase lying flat on corridor floor, man behind girl, from behind, holding cloth over mouth, chloroform-soaked cloth, white cloth over mouth and nose, arm around waist, lifting girl off ground, girl lifted off ground, heels off the floor, formal suit, black suit, white dress shirt, dark necktie, close-up, face focus, profile, corridor, gym interior, indoor, dusk light, dramatic shadow The camera is a tight close-up held at elensa's face and takes in, behind and around her, the corridor of a vast indoor gym: a broad polished floor with a dark inlaid battle-field marking running away to the right, tall pale columns and blue-white light-strip panels above, and far down the hall the bladed silhouette of a gym installation. ELESA fills the left-center of the frame in a three-quarter profile, her head tipped back against the man's shoulder so her closed sleeping face is the sharpest, largest thing in the picture: black hair parted at the crown into two braided side ponytails that hang forward past her jaw, braid ends loosening, a few strands stuck flat to her temple; long black sidelocks framing her cheeks; eyelids fully shut, lashes dark and heavy on her cheekbones; lips slightly parted and slack; the whole face smooth with sleep, no tension at the brow. Her body is pouring downward, completely slack -- shoulders dropped, arms hanging with the wrists loose and fingers half-curled and swinging, one leg trailing with the toe of the shoe pointing down -- the classic dead weight of a person already under. The man in the dark formal suit stands directly behind her, chest against her back, his right hand pressed a folded white cloth across her mouth and nose, the cloth clamped there and indented by her lips, his fingers spread wide over it; his left forearm is barred across her midriff, gathering her up so that her heels hang clear of the polished floor -- she is lifted, her weight sagging into that arm. His face is mostly hidden behind her hair; only the line of his jaw and a closed, calm mouth show over her braid. His gaze is angled down at her face, watching her go under. In the near foreground, low and out of focus at the bottom right, the clear hard-shell suitcase lies flat on the floor, its transparent lid showing ROSA curled tight inside in her original outfit -- brown hair with its double bun pressed against the shell, white visor cap, white raglan shirt, yellow shorts, black pantyhose, knees drawn up, eyes shut, cheek flat against the inner lining -- her body compressed against the curved plastic in the small space. The suitcase sits between the viewer and the pair, its transparent lid catching a long specular streak from the ceiling panels that slides across the shape of her curled back. The corridor's ceiling lights run in a receding row down the right side of the frame; they are the light source, cold white, striking the top of elensa's hair, the bridge of her nose, the man's knuckles and the top edge of the cloth, and laying a soft warm bounce up from the pale floor into the underside of her chin. No fill on the far side; the shadows sit deep and cool on the man's suit. Palette is restricted to elensa's black hair, the yellow of her coat and shorts, the green of her top, the warm white cloth, and the cold blue-white corridor around them, with rosa's warm brown and yellow sealed behind the plastic. Dust and a faint cold haze in the air; the plastic suitcase softly fogs where rosa's breath touches it. Quiet menace, held breath.Thnhdox33
純斗character: cure_sparkle, cure_grace, cure_fontaine, majorina 3girls, 4girls, cure grace, cure fontaine, cure sparkle, majorina, young majorina, victor standing over defeated, defeated, collapsed on ground, lying on ground, on back, on side, face up, head tilted back, suffering, distressed, pain, gritted teeth, tears, sweat, wounded, injured, blood, torn clothes, tattered dress, shredded fabric, exposed skin, black-green mold, mold covering whole body, mold-soaked skin, mold creeping over limbs, mold on face, mold on hair, partial body transformation, mold tentacles, many tentacles, tentacles from ground, tentacles wrapping arms, tentacles wrapping thighs, tentacles wrapping waist, tentacles pulling down, being dragged into ground, sinking into mold, absorption, black-green ground, mold-covered floor, spreading mold, corrosive mold, fungus, spores, moist slime, dripping, from above, high angle, wide shot, looking up, looking at another, reaching up, outstretched arm, struggling, writhing, arched back, clenched hands, fingers digging into mold, pink hair, pink eyes, long pink hair, heart hair ornament, hair flower, blue hair, blue eyes, very long blue hair, ponytail, blonde hair, green eyes, twintails, hair bun, cone hair bun, orange bow, hair ornament, long green hair, hood, dark cloak, mold aura, mold magic, outstretched hand casting, smug, sadistic smile, half-closed eyes, dark atmosphere, dim lighting, eerie glow, sickly green tint, black background, horror, hiropin, spoken_heart, trembling, heavy_breathing, sweat, motion_lines High-angle wide shot looking down into a flooded, ruined space: the floor has become a single continuous sheet of black-green mold, glossy and wet, its surface lumpy with spores and furred patches, and the mold climbs the blurred walls in the background until the room turns into a damp black-green pit. In the center of that floor, three defeated magical girls lie collapsed in a loose triangle, each one sunk into the mold up to different depths along their bodies. Nearest the bottom edge, the pink-haired girl lies on her back, her long pink hair fanned out and already threaded with mold, the heart-shaped ornament at her temple crusted over; her head is tilted back, brows knotted, teeth gritted through a pained grimace, tears tracking from the corners of her pink eyes toward her ears. To her left the blue-haired girl lies half on her side, one arm folded under her, her very long ponytail dragged out along the mold behind her like a wet rope, its blue strands matted with black-green fuzz; her face is pressed against the floor but one blue eye stays open, staring up toward the standing figure, and her mouth is open in a silent wince. To the right, the blonde girl lies twisted onto her stomach, both twintails and their cone-shaped buns smeared with mold, the orange bow at the back of her head soaked dark; her chin scrapes the ground, one cheek turned up, an eye squeezed shut while the other glares forward with wet stubborn fury. All three have their costumes shredded — the pink dress split at the shoulder and hip and sleeve, white gloves torn open at the fingers, chokers ragged — and underneath the rips their skin, not cloth, has gone black-green: mottled patches of fuzz spreading up forearms, across collarbones, over thighs, a fine furred bloom creeping over cheeks and temples, seams of mold soaking into them as if their own flesh were the substrate. Bloodless cuts and raw wounds cross their arms and legs where the mold has eaten in, the edges of the wounds furred black-green. From the mold floor around them, thick tapered tentacles have erupted in a ring — slick, segmented, glistening with mucus, each one a deep green veined with black — and they are already at work: one coils twice around the pink-haired girl's waist and hauls downward, a second clamps her wrist and pins it into the slime, a third slides up over her hip; two wrap the blue-haired girl's thighs and one loops her extended ponytail, yanking her head back; three close around the blonde girl's shoulders, her upper arm and her ankle. The tentacles are taut, and the mold around each body has sagged into shallow craters where the girls are being pulled under — the mold surface swelling up over the pink girl's ribs, swallowing the blue girl's hip, climbing the blonde girl's calf — so the ground is visibly in the act of ingesting them. Where a hand presses into the mold floor the surface dents and a slow ring of displaced slime beads up around the fingers. Above them, at the top of the frame, stands the young woman who did it: long green hair hanging lank around her shoulders, a hood pulled up over it, dark cloak heavy with moisture, green eyes half-lidded and cold, one hand extended palm-down over the three of them with mold dripping from her fingertips and a smug, satisfied set to her mouth; she looks down at them along the line of her arm. Dull overhead light from off-frame above the pit is the only source, sickly and greenish, catching the wet highlights on the tentacles and the sweat on the girls' faces while the corners of the frame fall away into absolute black; the whole palette is locked to black, deep green and the pale washed-out pink, blue and blonde of three ruined heads, with only the raw red of the wounds breaking it. One small hand-drawn heart floats in an empty speech bubble beside the pink-haired girl's face. Grim hiropin horror, hopeless and damp.純斗
