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character: flandre_scarlet, copyright: touhou
1girl, solo, flandre scarlet, touhou, blonde hair, medium hair, one side up, red eyes, mob cap, hat, white puff sleeves, white shirt, red vest, yellow ascot, red long skirt, dress covering legs, dress covering ankles, white thigh highs, mary janes, shoes, crystal wings, wings, lying down, lying on side, full body, on side, ass visible, wide hips, smug, smile, looking at viewer, hands clasped over belly, vore belly, big belly, impossibly large belly, belly bulging, something moving inside belly, taut skin, from above, dutch angle, dark parlor interior, single window light, deep crimson and gold palette, gothic, softly ominous
Seen from above and tipped slightly on a dutch tilt, one girl lies on her right side across a wide dark parquet floor, her whole body inside the frame from the brim of her hat to both mary janes. Her head rests against her folded left forearm, the mob cap pushed back so its frilled rim circles her skull; the one-bound side of her hair spills in a short pale ponytail across the floorboards, while the rest of her medium blonde hair fans out in loose waves. Her chin is tipped up, red eyes aimed straight at the viewer from under half-lowered lids, one brow arched, the corner of her mouth pulled into a narrow smug smile with a single small fang catching the light.
Her torso is turned toward the camera so the enormous rounded sweep of her belly dominates the foreground, smooth and drum-tight, swelling so far that it lifts the hem of her white shirt and rides up against the red vest, the yellow ascot flung back over her shoulder and untouched. Her red long skirt falls over the full length of her legs, the fabric puddling and folding across her ankles so no leg shows beneath it, only the shapes of white thigh highs faint where the cloth clings. Her left hand lies flat and spread across the upper curve of the bulge, fingers pressed into the taut skin, and a slow, distinctly wrong pressure answers her palm an inch below it, a small shifting lump sliding and rolling under the surface that her hand follows half a beat late.
Behind her shoulders the seven crystal wings fan out low against the floor, faceted shards catching the light in thin cold rainbow edges, one tip of the lowest wing dipping into her hair. Her right hip is cocked back and up, the wide curve of it pressed in silhouette against the dark boards. The only light comes in low and long through a tall window out of frame, striping the floor and laying a hard bright line along one side of her belly while the other side drops into a deep red-black; her slab of shadow is thrown long behind her hips and the wing facets scatter small colored flecks on the boards. Palette held to crimson, gold, white and the pale of her hair. Quiet, unhurried menace.
Oct 29, 2026 6:56 PM
