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Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

Hey. I'm Diani and I'm severely Autistic. I wear purple glasses and am chunky.

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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked ash-blonde hair, red eyes, puffy red-rimmed eyes, heavy dark circles, tear-streaked cheeks, tears, crying, sobbing, wailing, open mouth, ugly crying, eyebrows pinched upward, nose red, running nose, snot, wet face, flushed blotchy face, miserable expression, grief, grief over dead pet fish, sitting on bathroom tile floor, kneeling, hunched forward, shoulders drawn in, head lowered, both hands holding crumpled paper towel to nose, blowing nose, pinching nose through paper towel, wet crumpled paper towel, used paper towel, bathroom, tiled wall, white tile, bathroom sink, mirror, small fish bowl on the sink counter, dead goldfish floating at the surface, water, dim bathroom light, from above, high angle, close-up, cowboy shot, no gloves, bare hands, short sleeves, plain black t-shirt, black pants, bare feet, indoor, night, desaturated palette, cold white tile against warm red face, pathetic, tender, the camera looks steeply down from above and slightly behind the boy's left shoulder, so the frame is filled by the top of his bowed head, the tops of his shoulders and the crumpled paper towel mashed against his face. He kneels on the bathroom floor with both knees planted on cold white tile, weight settled back on his heels, spine curled forward so his forehead tips down toward the paper. His right hand clamps the wadded paper towel over his nose and mouth, fingers digging into the soft damp pulp; his left hand braces on the floor beside his knee, palm flat, fingertips splayed against the grout line, holding him up. The paper towel is soft, quilted, visibly soaked through at its center into a translucent grey circle, its edges furred and torn where he has already blown and re-crumpled it, one corner hanging loose. His nose is buried in it, his eyes screwed half-shut above the paper, swollen and red-rimmed, lashes matted and clumped, wet tracks drying in shiny lines down both cheeks and into the corner of his jaw. His mouth is open behind the paper, a raw grimace of a sob caught mid-honk, the cords of his neck standing out. Loose strands of spiked ash-blonde hair are flattened and stuck to his wet temples, the rest of the spikes drooping under the damp air of the room. Under the sink runs an off-white cabinet; above it a mirror with a soft grey rim. On the sink counter a small round glass fish bowl catches a faint warm light, the water surface shivering, a single small goldfish floating sideways at the top, fins limp. The room is lit only by one warm bathroom bulb above the mirror; it strikes the crown of the boy's head and the rim of the mirror and the sink's porcelain edge, and the tile floor below him falls away into a blue-grey shadow with his own cast shadow pooling beneath his knees. The mirror holds a small reversed smear of the bulb and of his shoulder, never his face. The palette is cold white tile and cold shadow against the only warmth in the room: the red of his eyes, his nose, his ears and the flush across his face; the fish bowl's green water and the wet grey paper the only other colour. His shoulders are drawn in, his breath hitching, his whole body quiet around the honk of the nose-blow. Pathetic and tender.
Oct 27, 2026 1:15 AM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, fluffy towel, sneezing, three consecutive sneezes, wet sneeze, allergic rhinitis, watery eyes, tears in eyes, runny nose, nasal drip, blowing nose, nose blow into towel, towel pressed to nose, both hands gripping towel, congested, miserable, furrowed brows, scrunched face, grimacing, half-closed eyes, blush across nose and cheeks, wet parted lips, shoulders hunched, hunched forward, head tilted down, upper body, close-up, from above, slight dutch angle, indoor, allergy season, dust motes in air, warm afternoon light, Shot from above and slightly off-axis in a tight upper-body close-up: the spiky blonde-haired young man is caught in the exact instant after his third wet sneeze, doubled forward, his spine curved so the back of his neck and the top of his spiked head present themselves to the camera while his face angles down and toward the lens. His black shirt pulls taut across hunched shoulders and creases at the armpits; his gloved hands are clamped together in front of his face, both fists crushing a thick, fluffy cream-white towel against his nose and mouth, the towel's pile mashed flat where his knuckles dig in and puffing up in frayed loops around the edges. His red eyes are wet and glassy, lids heavy and half-lowered in a scowl of pure exhaustion, rims and whites pink from the irritation; tears have gathered at the inner corners and one streak has already tracked down the side of his cheek, catching the light. A visible sheen of moisture coats the skin under his nostrils and the towel's fabric is damp and darkening around the centre. His brows are drawn hard together, nose scrunched, mouth pulled into a grimace behind the fabric. Allergy discomfort is written in every line of his collapsed posture: no straight angles in the frame. The single warm, low sun angle from a window at frame left rakes across the scene and picks out a slow, floating haze of dust and pollen motes suspended in the air around his head -- each speck bright only where the beam strikes it -- and his shadow falls forward against the wall behind him. The palette is muted: the cream towel and the sunlight glow against his dark shirt and the shadowed background, with the pink flush around his nose the only saturated note. Wet, honest, and quietly comedic in its misery.
Oct 27, 2026 1:05 AM
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A digital anime illustration of the character from image1 sitting alone at a school cafeteria table during lunch break, eating a steaming bowl of mapo tofu. He has spiky ash-blonde hair, sharp red eyes, and a confident, intense expression. He is wearing the hero outfit from image1, consisting of a tight black top with a large orange "X" across the chest, a high dark collar with metallic eyelets, a green belt, and large, segmented metallic bracers covering his forearms. Using a pair of chopsticks held in his green and metallic gloves, he lifts a cube of tofu from the rich, spicy red chili sauce. The background features a brightly lit, empty cafeteria setting with simple tables and chairs, emphasizing his solitude. The art style stays the same as the input image1.
Oct 26, 2026 4:46 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiky ash-blonde hair, red eyes, harsh wet sneezing fit, allergic reaction, irritated watering eyes, scrunched nose, runny nose, nose drip, holding tissue to nose, blowing nose, pile of used crumpled tissues, school uniform, white dress shirt, dark trousers, loosened collar, sitting on bed, bedroom, from side, cowboy shot, dutch angle, looking at tissue, wince, clenched jaw, tissues scattered on blanket, evening light The shot is a low three-quarter side view from just below eye level, tilted slightly off level, catching him mid-honk on the edge of his bed in his own room after class: he sits hunched forward over his knees, one hip dug into the mattress, weight pitched onto his left forearm braced across his thigh, ash-blonde spiked hair sticking up in unruly tufts with a few strands plastered to his damp temple. His white dress shirt is still on from class, collar unbuttoned at the throat and tie gone slack, sleeves shoved to the elbows, dark trousers creased from a day at a desk. Both hands crush a fat wad of soft white tissues over his nose and mouth, knuckles white, the paper already damp and dimpled inward around the bridge; his eyes are squeezed shut, brows knotted, the corners of his eyes red and streaming from the allergy, jaw tight and mouth hidden behind the tissue. A single slick drip escapes the edge of the tissue and runs toward the corner of his lip. Tissues everywhere: a fresh box tipped on its side at his hip, a drift of used crumpled white balls piled across the blanket between his knees and the mattress edge, one fallen on the floor. The window is the only light -- cool late-afternoon sun from frame left, low and slanting, striking the white shirt and the tops of the tissue pile so they flare bright while his face and the underside of the blanket fall into warm shadow, and a long soft cast shadow of his hunched shoulders drops across the bed to the right. Palette: white tissue, white shirt, dark trouser and blanket, ash-blonde and red as the only colour accents, the room's walls a muted grey in shadow. The crumpled tissues are visibly damp and translucent where the wet has soaked them, darker at their creases, and the pile sits heavier than the dry ones. Miserable, undone.
Oct 24, 2026 11:24 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, holding inhaler, inhaler in right hand, tissues, pile of tissues, blowing nose, tissue pressed to nose, closed eyes, furrowed brows, miserable expression, stuffy nose, flushed nose, watery eyes, wheezing, asthma attack, hunched shoulders, from side, cowboy shot, profile, sitting, leaning forward, indoor, bedroom, desk lamp lighting, warm dim light, detailed background The view is a three-quarter-from-the-side angle, slightly below eye level, catching him in profile as he sits hunched on the edge of his bed in a dim room. His short spiked blonde hair is a mess, several spikes drooping with sweat at the temples; his red eyes are squeezed shut, watering faintly at the outer corners, and his brows are drawn sharply together over a scrunched, reddened nose. His chest heaves with a visible wheeze — shoulders pulled up around his ears, ribcage lifted, collar of his black shirt pulled slightly askew at the throat. In his right hand, hanging loose at his knee, he grips a small albuterol inhaler, thumb still resting on the canister, the actuator's mouthpiece caught with a faint gloss. His left hand presses a thick wad of crumpled tissues hard to his nostrils, fingers sunk into the paper; a small mountain of already-used tissues sits balled on the mattress beside his hip, some rolled, some flattened, one overhanging the edge. His spine is curled forward, weight low on his hips, one knee drawn up with the foot braced on the mattress edge, the opposite leg hanging down with the heel barely touching the floor; his elbow drives into his raised knee for support. The wet honk is rendered in his posture — cheeks sucked hollow, jaw pushed forward, the flesh of his face compressed around the tissue wad, a couple of stray crumpled tissues tumbling from the pile's top in the mid-motion. The camera sits low and close, cropping him from just below the hips up, so the desk and window behind fall out of focus. Behind him, the bedroom is sparse: a rumpled sheet, a small bedside cabinet holding a tissue box tipped on its side with a few sheets pulled out, and a curtain hanging still. A single warm desk lamp on the cabinet at his back-right throws a low amber pool across his shoulder and the side of his face while the front of his body falls into soft shadow; the light rakes the crumpled paper in his hand and catches the wet shine at his waterline. The palette is muted — black clothing, warm ochre lamplight, the bone-white of the tissue pile as the one clean bright note, a faint pink flush at his nose and ears. Consequence of the action: the tissues at his face are compressed into a flattened bloom, and the pile behind his hip has a fresh dent where his elbow pressed. Quiet misery.
Oct 24, 2026 11:18 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, stuffy nose, congested, sneezing, wet sneeze, nose drip, eyes squeezed shut, tear at eye corner, hunched forward, shoulders drawn up, one hand raised to mouth, face buried in tissues, multiple tissues held to face, crumpled tissue wad, large pile of used tissues, tissue box, blowing nose, ugly sneeze, miserable, furrowed brows, blush across nose bridge, from side, close-up, cowboy shot, cluttered desk, dim indoor lighting, portrait, expressive Seen in a close-up from the side, slightly above, the boy is caught in the middle of a violent wet sneeze: short spiked blonde hair flying forward, red eyes squeezed shut with a tear beading at one corner, nostrils raw and shiny, mouth open in a tight grimace, a strand of wetness streaking from his nose as he hunches forward with his shoulders drawn up to his ears. One gloved hand presses a crumpled wad of tissues to his face, already damp and smeared, while the other hand hovers near his cheek, fingers curled. He is angled toward a cluttered desk beside him, where a box of tissues sits overturned and a large, overflowing pile of used tissues spills across the surface, some crumpled into tight balls, others hanging off the edge. The light comes from a single lamp on the desk, warm and low, casting a strong shadow across his face and leaving the corner of his eye and the underside of his nose in soft darkness; the background beyond the desk falls off into dim, undefined gloom. The palette is muted: warm lamp gold, cool grey shadows, the pale off-white of the tissue pile, the black of his clothes and the vivid red of his eyes. The tissues themselves are the revealer: each one is slightly different in its crumple and dampness, the nearest ones darker where they were soaked. The mood is miserable and tender, a small, human moment of a loud, proud boy brought low by a stuffy nose.
Oct 24, 2026 1:31 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki, midoriya_izuku 2boys, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, blonde spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, green hair, green eyes, freckles, tears, crying, wailing, open mouth, closed eyes, pain, clutching stomach, doubled over, kneeling, bathroom, tile floor, from above, high angle, door open, midoriya izuku entering, reaching out, kneeling beside, comforting, hand on back, worried, looking at another, white gloves, green bodysuit, black pants, shirt, dramatic lighting, cool palette High angle looking down from the corner of a small tiled bathroom: Katsuki Bakugou is crumpled on his knees on the cold white tile in the lower left of the frame, doubled over with both arms wrapped hard across his abdomen, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt over his stomach, his spiked blonde hair hanging forward as his head drops and his mouth is stretched wide open in a loud wail, squeezed-shut red eyes leaking fat tears that run down his cheeks and drip onto the tile, a puddle of tears and a smear of sweat already spread beneath his knees. His weight is pitched forward onto his knees and the heels of his hands, his shoulders shaking. He is alone: the bathroom door behind him at the top of the frame is cracked open, a wedge of hallway light spilling across the threshold and over the tile, and in that doorway Izuku Midoriya has just appeared in a green bodysuit and white gloves, one gloved hand flat on the door edge pushing it wider, the other arm already reaching in toward Bakugou. Izuku's green eyes are wide and fixed on Bakugou's curled body, his brow knotted with worry, his mouth slightly open as he steps in over the threshold. A few minutes have passed: Bakugou's knees have been on the tile long enough to leave the small dark prints of dampness beside them. The bathroom's bare overhead bulb is the only light source; it falls straight down on Bakugou's hunched back and the pale tile, casting his shadow tight underneath him, while the doorway behind Izuku is a warm strip of corridor glow against the dim cool of the room. Palette: cold white and grey tile, Bakugou's black pants and pale shirt, Izuku's green suit, the warm hall light. Tense, tender.
Oct 24, 2026 12:28 PM
#我的英雄學院#綠谷出久#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, Katsuki Bakugou, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black gloves, black pants, dark shirt, aggressive nose rub, nose itch, ticklish nose, scrunched nose, gritted teeth, squinting, from side, profile, turned away, from behind, back to camera, holding tissue to nose, blowing nose, handkerchief, hunched shoulders, miserable expression, furrowed brow, clenched eyes, slouched posture, elbows out, indoor room, plain walls, comic-style honk lettering, Side-on profile view catching the moment just before the turn: a single young man stands mid-room, weight rocking back onto his right heel, shoulders drawn up hard around his ears. His short spiked ash-blonde hair juts in stiff points, and his red eyes are squeezed to furious slits above a nose wrinkled so violently it has pulled his upper lip into a snarl of gritted teeth. His left arm is folded up in front of his face, and he drags the BACK of his black-gloved hand hard across his nostrils in a fast, grinding side-to-side scrub -- knuckles pressed flat to the nose bridge, glove leather creasing with the pressure, the scrub visibly compressing the tip of his nose and dragging it sideways. The itch is legible in the pressure itself: his jaw is clamped, one brow cocked high, breath caught. Then the pivot, already underway: his chin whips away and his torso follows, spinning his whole body to face the far wall so the camera now gets his back -- broad shoulders hunched forward, spine curved, the nape of his neck exposed above his collar, both elbows flared out to either side. In his gloved hands he clutches a crumpled white tissue crushed over his nose and mouth, gloves gripping its edges; the tissue is wet through at the centre and deforming with the blast of air. His head is bowed, back rounded, knees slightly bent as he leans into it, whole frame compressed by the honk. A big jagged comic sound-effect floats beside his turned shoulders, reading "HONK" in heavy, wet, dripping brush lettering, with a smaller second line "HOOOONK" beneath it, letters thickened and blotched at the edges like they are soaked through, tilted with the force of the blow. A scatter of small droplets and crumpled-tissue fibres flies out from the tissue's edge, breaking free in the direction of the air blast. Setting is a plain interior -- flat matte wall behind him, a simple floor line, no clutter, so nothing competes with the action. One overhead light throws a hard down-shadow beneath his hunched shoulders and a cast shadow of his turned body across the floor ahead of him; the underside of his chin and the inside of his elbows fall into shadow. Palette stays limited: his ash-blonde hair, the deep black of glove and pants, the grey-white of the tissue and the wall, and the raw red of his eyes and nose tip as the only warm accents. The tissue's soaked centre darkens where the air pressure has pushed it in -- the small physical tell that sells the honk. Miserable, gross-out comedy.
Oct 23, 2026 8:40 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short hair, spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black pants, black shirt, gloves, from side, profile, cowboy shot, leaning forward, hunched over, head tilted down, eyes squeezed shut, tears in eyes, watery eyes, sneezing, mid-sneeze, mouth open, wet sneeze spray, runny nose, sniffles, blush, furrowed brows, one hand at nose, holding tissue, crumpled tissues, tissue box, pile of tissues, table, cluttered table, small pile of white powder, powder scattered on tabletop, sniffing powder, index finger at nostril, nasal drip, string of snot, high-pitched honk, blowing nose, tissue pressed to nose, congested, irritated, indignant, embarrassed, indoor, room, plain wall, single window, soft daylight, cold overcast light, muted palette, cel shaded, clean linework, flat color, anime style Seen in a tight side profile at cowboy-shot framing, the blond spiky-haired young man is bent forward over a plain wooden table, shoulders rounded, weight pitched onto his front foot with the back heel lifted, both elbows planted on the tabletop. His spiked ash-blond hair is ruffled out of shape, and his red eyes are squeezed shut behind a hard furrowed brow, tears beaded in the lower lashes and one wet streak running down his cheek. His nose is openly runny and reddened, a glossy wet sheen on the tip and a thin strand catching the light. His left gloved hand is lifted away from the table with fingers spread, as if caught mid-gasp, and his right hand is clamped over his nose and mouth, pressing a fat wad of very soft, plush tissues that visibly dent and cling under his grip. One white powder-rimmed saucer-shaped shallow dish sits close to his elbow, half-empty and streaked where a broad finger dragged through it, and a fine pale dusting of the powder has settled across the tabletop, sticking in a thin line along the table's front edge and clinging to the tissue fibres. Behind his hand and below his chin a large messy drift of used, crumpled, damp tissues has piled up and spills toward the table's near lip, several of them half-unfolded and soft enough to sag. A second tall stack of clean tissues and a soft tissue box sit within reach of his wrist. The direction of the light is a single cool overcast window at frame left, so the lit side of his face, the wet shine under his nose and the powder dust all catch a pale bluish-grey, while the far side of his head, the underside of his jaw and the crevices of the crumpled tissue pile fall into soft shadow; the crumpled damp tissues throw short, faint shadows of their own across the wood. The palette stays narrow and cool -- his black shirt and pants, the bleached ash-blond of his hair, the warm red of his eyes, and the off-white of powder and tissue against the scored brown of the table, with the only saturated notes being the angry red of his nose and the tear on his cheek. Sweat-matted hair and one tissue stuck to the side of his wrist by its own dampness sell that the whole surface is wet. The moment reads as caught halfway between rage and humiliation -- grimly funny, gross, undignified.
Oct 23, 2026 8:35 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked hair, short hair, red eyes, black pants, shirt, gloves, holding pants, hands gripping waistband, jiggling, legs crossed, knees pressed together, tiptoes, desperate, urgent expression, gritted teeth, sweatdrop, furrowed brow, wide-eyed, from below, two-panel sequence, split composition, before and after, bathroom, tiled wall, door frame, pale, sickly pale skin, vomit aftermath, hunched over, half-closed eyes, exhausted, leaning on doorframe, hand on doorframe, dutch angle, cinematic lighting A vertical two-panel comic page split by a hard horizontal gutter, one boy in both panels, the camera low and tilted slightly dutch in the upper panel and level in the lower. TOP PANEL: seen from below at hip height, Katsuki Bakugou stands in a narrow tiled bathroom corridor outside a closed door, his spiked blonde hair sweat-damp and flattened at the temples, red eyes wide and fixed on the door handle, teeth bared in a grimace. Both gloved hands clamp the front waistband of his black pants, knuckles pale, fabric bunched and pulled up; his thighs are pressed hard together and crossed at the knees so he balances on the outer edge of one boot, heels lifted off the tile. His shoulders hunch up around his ears, a single sweat bead runs down his jaw, and the overhead fluorescent tube strikes him from above and slightly behind, throwing a short hard shadow under his boots and a bright rim along the top of his hair while the corridor beyond stays dim and greenish. BOTTOM PANEL: a few minutes later he pushes out through the same door, seen from a level camera in the doorway, one glove braced flat on the doorframe at shoulder height, the other arm hanging limp. His face is drained to a greyish pallor, lips pale and pressed together, eyelids half lowered, a faint shine of sweat at his brow and one thin strand of saliva at the corner of his mouth; his spine is curved, head hanging, the briefcase-straight door edge crossing in front of his shoulder. Cold white light falls from the bathroom behind him so the doorway glows and his front sits in a soft washed-out dimness, the only saturated colour left the red of his eyes and the deep black of his pants against the desaturated whites and greens of the tiles. The tile grout lines run in converging perspective toward the door in the top panel and spread flat under him in the bottom, and the puddle-thin reflection of the light on the wet floor stops exactly at the doorway threshold. Grubby, queasy, comic.
Oct 23, 2026 8:32 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde spiked short hair, red eyes, severe cold, sick, sneezing, wet sneeze, runny nose, nose drip, nasal mucus, blowing nose, tissue, tissue box, holding tissue, right hand, hand to face, scrunched face, teary eyes, watery eyes, blush, feverish, miserable, trembling, hunched over, from above, from side, close-up, cowboy shot, upper body, shirt, black pants, bare hands, empty room, domestic interior, soft window light Seen from above and slightly to his right, in a close-up that holds his upper body, one young man with short spiked blond hair sits hunched on the edge of a plain bed in a bare, quiet room, knees drawn together, shoulders rounded forward around a chest that keeps seizing. A severe cold owns his whole body: his skin is flushed red across the nose and cheekbones, a fine sweat sits on his temples, and his red eyes are glassy and watering, lashes clumped wet. His nose runs heavily and continuously -- a glossy clear bead hangs at the tip and has already streaked down to his upper lip, and he keeps dragging the back of his wrist across it, leaving the skin there raw and shining. The sneeze catches him mid-fit: his head snaps down and to the side, his brow knots hard, his eyes screw shut and then fly open, and a wet spray of droplets flies from his nose and mouth across the air toward the lower-left of the frame, catching the window light as a hundred tiny bright specks; his whole torso jerks with it, one hand braced flat on the mattress, the other flung up too late. The fifth fit leaves him doubled over, breathing through his mouth in ragged pulls, a strand of saliva and mucus thinning from his lips. Then he reaches to the crumpled tissue in his right hand -- fingers wrapped around it, thumb pressed into its center -- lifts it to his nose, pinches it shut around both nostrils, and blows: his cheeks hollow, his neck cords stand out, his eyes squeeze to slits and water at the corners, and the tissue deforms against his face, darkening with a wet patch that spreads outward from the pinch, its edges crushed and clinging to his fingertips. His left hand hangs loose over his knee, knuckles pale. Behind him the mattress dips under his weight, the pillow still holds the deep dent of his head, and a small hill of used crumpled tissues sits on the bedside table beside a half-empty glass of water. The room is plain, pale grey wall and off-white bedding, everything desaturated except the hot flush of his face and the red of his eyes. One cool, soft window light comes in from the upper left, laying a long pale highlight along his hair spikes and the ridge of his nose, dropping the right side of his face and the space beneath the bed into soft grey shade, his cast shadow pooled close and short on the floor because the light is high and diffuse. Muted grey-white palette, fine cel linework with soft airbrushed shading. Wretched and undignified, tenderly comic.
Oct 23, 2026 3:06 PM
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes hidden behind closed lids, sleeping, asleep on his side, head resting on pillow, pacifier in mouth, sucking on pacifier, greedy sucking, cheeks hollowed with each pull, tear streaks on face, wet eyelashes, dried tear tracks on cheeks, puffy red-rimmed eyes, exhausted expression, relaxed slack brow, mouth working around the pacifier shield, blanket pulled to his shoulder, one hand curled loose beside his face, fingers slack, on a bed, pillow creased under his cheek, dark room, faint nightlight, from above, close-up, dutch angle, intimate The camera looks down from just above and slightly to one side, a close-up on a single boy asleep on his side in a bed, and no one else is anywhere in the frame -- the room beyond the pillow and the blanket falls away into quiet dark, empty. He lies with his cheek pressed into a creased white pillow, short spiked blonde hair flattened and tousled where it meets the fabric, the peaks softened and bent sideways by sleep. His eyes are shut, lids faintly swollen and red-rimmed, dark wet lashes stuck together in clumps. Two clean tear tracks run from the outer corners of his eyes down across each cheek to the jaw, already drying to a faint salt sheen at their lower ends, and the pillowcase beneath his cheek shows a small damp patch darker than the cotton around it. A pacifier sits in his mouth, the shield pressed to his lips, the ring lying flat against his chin; his lips are clamped hard around the nipple and pulled taut, cheeks drawn in and hollowed with the slow rhythmic pull of greedy sucking, the shield flexing slightly against his mouth on every draw. Above the pacifier his brow is completely slack, no scowl left in it, the corners of his mouth relaxed around the shield -- the exhausted, emptied face of someone who cried for hours and finally dropped off mid-suck. One arm is folded up under the pillow, the other hand lies loose beside his face on the sheet, fingers half-curled and still, knuckles resting on the fabric. The blanket is hauled up over his shoulder and bunched in his fist, one bare shoulder and the collar of a plain shirt showing above it. The only light is a small warm nightlight low and out of frame to the left, a soft amber glow raking across the pillow and the side of his face, catching the wet tear tracks so they shine, and leaving the far side of his head and the whole room behind him in deep unlit shadow; the shadow of his jaw falls across the pillow. Palette limited to warm amber light, cool blue-grey shadow in the sheets, white pillow and the pale yellow of his hair. Quiet, tender relief.
Oct 23, 2026 2:10 PM
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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.
Oct 23, 2026 1:51 PM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiked ash-blonde hair, red eyes, kneeling on bathroom floor, hugging own knees, forehead pressed to knees, crying, streaming tears, wet cheeks, trembling, pull-up visible at hip under shirt, black pants bunched down around knees, bare legs below, bare feet, bathroom interior, from above, high angle, looking down, no dialogue text, empty speech bubbles absent, medium close-up The camera looks down from above at a tight bathroom corner, near the ceiling, so the boy is seen from the top of his spiked ash-blonde head and the curve of his hunched back; he kneels on the pale tiled floor with both knees together and his shins flat, heels tucked under his thighs, and he has folded forward hard enough that his forehead rests against the tops of his knees. Both arms wrap around his shins, his hands gripping opposite elbows, knuckles pale from the squeeze; his shoulders are drawn up around his ears and shake in small hitches. Black pants are shoved down in a bunched ring around his knees, the fabric creased and half-turned inside out at the hems, and beneath them the white pull-up sits low on his hips, visibly damp and heavy at the seat, sagging slightly away from the small of his back with a faint dark swell where it has soaked through. His shirt is rucked up at the ribs, exposing the strip of bare skin between hem and hip. His bare feet are pressed flat to the tile, toes curled. His face is hidden by the pose except for the wet shine tracking down one cheek to his chin and a jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps; one eye is squeezed shut against his knee, tears running sideways and dripping off his chin onto the tile, where a few dark drops have already pooled in the grout lines and run along them. His spiked hair is flattened at the crown from where his head has pressed against his knees. The bathroom is small and cold: white square tiles with grey grout, a toilet base and a low cabinet cropped at the frame's far edge, a bath mat displaced and wrinkled under one shin, a crumpled wad of tissue by his foot. Light comes from a single overhead bulb above and slightly behind the camera, cool and flat; it makes a hard small highlight on the damp curve of the pull-up, throws the boy's compressed shadow directly beneath him into the corner where the wall meets the floor, and leaves the top of his back pale and the underside of his folded body in deep shadow. Palette limited to cold white tile, grey grout, the black of the pants, the bleached white of the pull-up, and the muted ash-blonde of his hair, with red confined to his eyes and the raw rims of them. Lonely, breaking.
Oct 23, 2026 1:40 PM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, spiky blonde hair, red eyes, crying, wailing, open mouth, tears streaming, snot bubble, snot bubble popping, ugly crying, frustrated, bathroom, indoor, towel, blowing nose, holding towel to face, nose blow, loud wet honk, sound effect text, wet hair strands, bare shoulders, shirtless, black pants, gloves off, bare hands, from below, close-up, dutch angle, wet tile, steam, mirror, single light source The camera sits low and tilted in a tight, cramped bathroom, looking up from near the sink rim at a young man with short, wildly spiked ash-blonde hair and red eyes, alone in the frame. He is caught mid-wail, head thrown back, jaw wide open on a howl of pure frustration, brow crushed together and eyes squeezed to wet slits with tears pouring down both cheeks and off his chin; a trembling translucent snot bubble sits at one nostril, another already bursting into a bright wet rim under his nose. One bare hand is clamped over his face pressing a crumpled, damp grey-white towel flat to his nose and mouth as he blows hard into it, the towel deforming and dimpling under the pressure, his other fist knuckled white against the sink porcelain. Steam beads on the mirror behind him, fogging his reflection to a blur; a bright cold overhead bulb is the only light, glinting off the wet tile and off the tear tracks, casting a hard shadow of his hunched shoulders onto the wall, while the corners of the room fall into darkness. A jagged wavy sound-effect lettering in bold wet-looking strokes reads "HONK" beside the towel at the point of impact, and a smaller tear-blurred smear of lettering above his head reads "WAAAAH" — both tilted with the dutch angle and smeared by the steam. Palette holds cold white tile, steam grey and the hot red of his eyes and nose, with damp sheen on skin and cloth throughout. His bare shoulders shake, chest heaving with each sob, water dripping from his hair spike tips. Miserable, absurdly loud.
Oct 23, 2026 1:22 PM
#我的英雄學院#綠谷出久#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, ash-blond spiked hair, red eyes, short hair, kneeling, doubled over, hunched forward, one hand pressed flat against his stomach, other hand pressing a fluffy white bath towel to his nose and mouth, nose blow, eyes squeezed shut, crying, tears, tear tracks, red swollen eyes, runny nose, sniffling, messy hair, black sleeveless shirt, black pants, bare arms, close-up, from above, dutch angle, bathroom, dim light, single light source, tile wall, cold blue palette, wet cheeks Shot from above at a slight dutch tilt, in a close-up that crops him at mid-thigh, so the camera looks down on the back of his bowed head and his shoulders: Bakugou is kneeling on the cold tile floor of a small bathroom, doubled over with his forehead nearly at his knees, weight sunk back onto his heels with both knees taking it and his hips rolled back — not seated, just folded down around the ache. His right hand is jammed flat and knuckled against his lower stomach through the black sleeveless shirt, fingers spread and pressing in hard enough to dimple the fabric; his left hand clamps a thick fluffy white bath towel over the lower half of his face, the terry loops crushed and bunched between his fingers, one corner of it hanging down past his chin and trailing onto the floor. His eyes are squeezed shut, lashes wet and clumped, deep red rims and puffy lower lids, and two long clean tear tracks run from the outer corners of both eyes down to his jaw, the skin around his nose and upper lip rubbed raw and shiny. A fresh thread of clear fluid glistens at the edge of his nostril just above the towel's hem, and his shoulders are caught mid-sniff, hunched up around his ears, chest still on an inhale. His ash-blond spiked hair is flattened on the left side where he has been lying against something and stands up in damp erratic tufts everywhere else, a few strands stuck to his wet cheek. The tile wall runs up behind him out of focus; the only light is a single bare bulb above and slightly behind him, so it strikes the crown of his head, the tops of his shoulders and the upper nap of the towel, and his face is in its own soft shadow with the darkness pooling under the sink and in the corners behind him — nothing else in the room is lit. Palette is cold: the white of the towel and the tile against the black of his clothes, the red of his eyes and nose, and the wet gleam on his skin the only warmth. The towel's terry surface catches the bulb in tiny broken highlights along the bunched folds where his fingers crush it. Miserable, raw.
Oct 23, 2026 12:57 AM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, short spiky ash-blonde hair, red eyes, tearful, crying, crying loudly, tears of joy, streaming tears, ugly crying, open mouth, wobbly grin, eyebrows raised, blush, gripping award, holding trophy, trophy, certificate, blowing nose, honking, nose blow, cloth over nose, shirt pulled up over nose, both hands lifting shirt hem, tilted head back, shoulders hunched, head tilt, upper body, from below, close-up, dutch angle, looking down at viewer, indoors, stage, spotlight, confetti, falling confetti, bare forearms, black pants, black gloves tucked in pocket, bare ears, unadorned hair, Seen from below in a close-up tilted slightly off level, a single young man with short spiky ash-blonde hair and red eyes fills the frame, shoulders hunched forward and head tipped back as he honks loudly and wetly into his own shirt: both gloved-and-bare hands grip the front hem of his shirt and haul it up over his nose and mouth, the fabric bunched and stretched across his face, its weave visibly darkened and damp where his nose presses into it. His eyes screw half-shut, brimming and spilling fat tears of joy that run down both cheeks and drip off his jaw; his brow is pinched high and his exposed upper cheeks are flushed. His right elbow clamps a gold trophy to his ribs, its cup and handles catching the light, a folded certificate trapped under the same arm. Confetti drifts down out of the dark above and settles only on upward-facing surfaces — the trophy's rim, the ledge of his shoulders, the crown of his hair. A single hard spotlight from above and slightly behind him rims his hair and the trophy in hot white while his wet face and bunched shirt sit in the warmer falloff below; beyond the light the stage drops away to near-black, and his cast shadow stretches long and trembling on the boards behind his feet. Palette holds to hot white, gold, ash-blonde, deep red and stage black. Effortlessly loud, stupidly tender.
Oct 23, 2026 12:53 AM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki, bakugou_mitsuki 2 people, bakugou katsuki, bakugou mitsuki, sleeping, eyes closed, relaxed face, parted lips, held in arms, cradled, lying on person, head resting on lap, arms wrapped around, protective embrace, mother and son, short hair, blonde hair, spiked hair, red eyes, from above, close-up, two-shot, soft smile, looking down, tender, indoor, dim light, warm lamp light, night, purple and amber palette, blanket, barefoot, tag, sweater, casual clothes, black pants A close, high-angle two-shot looking down at the pair curled together on a low sofa in a dim room at night. Mitsuki sits leaning back into the corner of the couch with one hip carrying her weight, her back against the armrest, legs folded to the side. Katsuki lies across her lap and chest, his whole weight given over to her: his head is tipped back into the crook of her shoulder, one cheek pressed flat and slightly squashed against the knit of her sleeve, the other cheek turned up toward the camera. His eyes are shut, lids heavy and smooth, brows slackened from their usual pinch, lips parted a little with a slow breath; one hand lies loose against her ribs with the fingers half-curled, his other arm dropped down over her knee, and his spiked blonde hair is crushed flat where it meets her sweater while the outer spikes still stand up. Mitsuki's arms are wrapped fully around him, one forearm across his back with her palm flat between his shoulder blades, the other hand cupping the back of his head with her fingers pushed up into his hair. Her chin is lowered toward his temple, and her red eyes, half-lidded, look down at his sleeping face rather than at the lens, a faint closed-lip smile tugging one corner of her mouth. He wears a soft grey shirt and black pants, feet bare, one heel hanging off the edge of the cushion. The only light is a small warm lamp behind them on a side table, so the light comes from upper left rear: it rims Mitsuki's spiked blonde hair and the outer spikes of Katsuki's hair in amber, grazes the top of his cheekbone and the bridge of her nose, and leaves the underside of his jaw, the hollow of her throat and the deep gap between the couch cushions in shadow. Their cast shadow falls away from the lamp across the cushion and onto the floor, long and soft-edged. The palette is dark umber and shadowed purple in the room, held against the warm amber of the lamp and the two blondes' hair; nothing else is saturated. A knit blanket is bunched under Mitsuki's elbow, its ribs compressed where her arm presses, and every time Katsuki's chest rises the sweater fabric over her arm lifts a fraction with him. Quiet, tender.
Oct 22, 2026 9:13 PM
#我的英雄學院#綠谷出久#爆豪勝己
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An anime illustration of the characters from image1 and image2 interacting in a brightly lit school hallway. The character from image1, a young man with spiky blonde hair, red eyes, and a black domino mask, is wearing his hero costume featuring a black sleeveless top with orange accents and large, bulky green and silver grenade-like gauntlets on his forearms. He has a furious expression, leaning forward aggressively with his mouth wide open, yelling angrily about his snatched lunch and being very hungry. Standing in front of him is the character from image2, a woman with short dark hair and glasses, wearing a white short-sleeved dress covered in black polka dots and white sneakers. She is holding her hands up in a nervous, placating gesture, sweating slightly as she tries to deescalate the tense situation and calm him down. The style of the image remains faithful to image1.
Oct 22, 2026 8:31 PM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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character: bakugou_katsuki 2girls, 1boy, multiple boys, bakugou katsuki, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, black shirt, black pants, gloves, leaning forward, both arms forward, outstretched arm, reaching, open mouth, shouting, angry, furrowed brows, annoyed, hungry, complaining, glaring, looking at another, cafeteria lady, middle-aged woman, white hairnet, light blue uniform dress, white apron, stern expression, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, medium shot, cafeteria interior, lunch tray, tray snatched away, motion blur on tray, steam, clenched teeth, dramatic perspective, depth of field, warm overhead lighting, institutional green and stainless steel palette. The camera sits low and tilted, looking up across the cafeteria counter so the two figures tower into the upper frame. In the foreground, nearest the lens, the boy in the black shirt and black pants leans hard over the counter toward the right of the frame; his left hand is planted flat on the countertop, fingers spread, bearing his weight, and his right arm is thrown forward, index finger jabbed toward the retreating tray. His weight is on his left leg, right heel lifted off the floor. His short spiked blonde hair juts in sharp points, and his red eyes are narrowed and fixed on the cafeteria lady's face, brows pulled down hard, mouth open mid-shout with clenched teeth showing at the corners, jaw muscles tight — a full, loud complaint about being hungry. His gloved right hand hovers in the air where the tray was a second ago. The cafeteria lady stands behind and to the right of the counter, taller in frame, turned half away in profile as she pulls the lunch tray out of his reach. Her right hand grips the tray's near edge, her elbow bent and pulling it toward her chest; her left hand rests flat on her hip. She wears a light blue uniform dress under a white apron tied at the waist, and a white hairnet pulled low over grey hair. Her expression is flat and unsympathetic, mouth a straight line, eyes not meeting his but fixed forward past him. She does not look at him at all. The lunch tray is the pivot of the image: a stainless steel rectangle tilted at a sharp angle, holding a plate of rice and a bowl of soup, the soup surface quivering and sloshing against the bowl's rim from the sudden snatch, steam still rising and coiling up into the light. The tray's near edge is just leaving the boy's reaching fingers, catching a streak of motion blur. Light comes from overhead fluorescent panels, a cold greenish-white wash that catches the tray's steel, the soup's steam, and the shine on the boy's spiked hair, leaving shadows deep under his chin and beneath the counter lip. The background is a cafeteria seen shallow-focus: long communal tables with a few blurred students, a serving counter behind them, and a distant menu board of illegible text. Palette is institutional — cool grey-green walls, stainless steel, pale blue uniform, the one hot pulse of the red in the boy's eyes and the orange of the rice. Loud, hungry, undignified.
Oct 22, 2026 8:25 PM
#我的英雄學院#爆豪勝己
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