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AI art "アクセラレータとラストオーダー・とある魔術の禁書目録" featuring #白化症, #魔法禁書目錄, #白髮, #側臉, #最終信號, #一方通行, #握拳, #吶喊 and #中長髮

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アクセラレータとラストオーダー・とある魔術の禁書目録

『とある魔術の禁書目録』より、アクセラレータとラストオーダーの緊迫した一幕を描きました。崩壊する街並みの中で、ラストオーダーが必死に手を伸ばす姿に、二人の深い絆と守りたいという想いを感じずにはいられません。この作品が気に入ったら、いいねとフォローをお願いします！コメントでの感想もお待ちしています。

#白化症 #魔法禁書目錄 #白髮 #側臉 #最終信號 #一方通行 #握拳 #吶喊 #中長髮

發布於 Nov 9, 2026

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