裸體床單 畫廊

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character: tsukuyo_(gintama), copyright: gintama 2girls, 1boy, male and female, couple, tsukuyo, blonde medium hair, bangs pinned back, sidelocks, purple eyes, long eyelashes, pale skin, hair ornament, tassel hair ornament, gintoki, messy silver hair, closed eyes, sleeping, both sleeping, asleep, nude, completely nude, no clothes, lying, lying on back, on back, face up, arms at sides, bare shoulders, bare chest, collarbone, skinny male, female on top of male, hugging, embracing, arm hug, head on chest, cheek against chest, leg over leg, tangled legs, possessive hug, peaceful sleeping face, relaxed expression, faint closed-lip smile, soft breathing, blush, from above, wide shot, bed, white sheet, rumpled bedding, dim room, night, moonlight, quiet, tender The view is from directly above the bed, looking straight down on two sleeping bodies under a single white sheet pushed down to their hips. The man lies flat on his back in the center of the frame, face turned up, eyes closed, silver messy hair fanned across the pillow, one arm slack at his side, the other resting on the mattress out of the way; his chest rises in slow even breaths. The woman lies along his right side, fully turned toward him, her whole body curved against his flank: her head is settled on his chest with her cheek pressed to his skin, one arm thrown across his stomach and her fingers curled loosely into his side, one thigh laid over his thigh so their legs tangle under the sheet. Her long blonde hair spills across his shoulder and onto the pillow, sidelocks falling over her closed eyes; the tassel ornament hangs down against his chest, swaying nothing in the still air. Contact is everywhere and closed: her cheek squashed soft against his pectoral, her palm flat on his ribs, her knee on his knee, her hair ends brushing his collarbone. Neither looks anywhere; both faces are slack with deep sleep, a faint closed-lip upturn on her mouth, his jaw loose, a soft blush across her cheekbones. The room beyond the mattress is dark and out of focus: a low lattice window at the edge of the frame, a folded black kimono dropped over a chair back, pale wooden floorboards. A single cool silver-blue light enters from the window and rakes across the sheet from the upper left, so the upper surfaces of the bedding and their shoulders and her hair catch a pale rim while the crevices between their bodies fall into deep shadow; the sheet's folds cast soft shadows that bunch where her hip presses the mattress. The rest of the room is absolute darkness beyond the moonlight's pool. The palette is blue-silver and skin-warm only: cold moonlight in the sheet and her hair, warm muted skin tones in the shadow, black in the room. Brushwork keeps quiet cel shading with soft gradients in the skin; a single fold of the sheet stretched taut over her knee shows the tension of her leg where it lies across his. Quiet, tender.
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character: kaminari_denki, copyright: boku_no_hero_academia 1boy, solo, kaminari_denki, short hair, blonde hair, multicolored hair, yellow eyes, black streak in hair, childlike face, round cheeks, soft small chin, large eyes, teary eyes, tears, crying, crying with eyes open, open mouth, trembling lower lip, cute face, sitting, slumped, on bed, seiza, knees apart, sitting between own heels, looking up, looking at viewer, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, indoors, bedroom, bed sheet, blanket, bare shoulders, bare arms, undressed, shirtless, bare chest, collarbone visible, no jacket, no gloves, bare hands, clutching bedsheet, blush, disheveled, emotional, intimate, dim room, warm lamp light, single light source The camera sits low at mattress height and tilts up: a close-up to cowboy-shot view of one boy kneeling on a bed, seen from below and slightly in front, so the ceiling-side of his face is what the lens meets first. He is slumped down out of a proper kneel — weight dropped back onto his heels, both knees splayed apart on the mattress, spine curved forward so his shoulders round and his chest caves, head tipped back and up toward the viewer. His short blond hair falls in a mess around his ears and forehead, a dark streak through the front strands catching the light; the hair is flattened on one side where his head has been pressed against something. Both hands are knotted in the crumpled bedsheet in front of his knees, knuckles pale from the grip, the fabric dragged into peaks between his fingers, and he wears nothing: bare shoulders, bare arms, bare chest, collarbones exposed, no jacket, no gloves, bare hands, nothing at his wrists. His face is full and round, soft-cheeked and small-chinned, the face of a kid; his large yellow eyes are brimming, the lower lids swollen and glossy with welled tears, one tear already broken loose and running a wet track down his cheek to the corner of his jaw, lashes clumped dark with moisture. Both eyes are wide open and fixed directly on the viewer, pleading, the brows drawn up and pinched at the inner ends. His mouth is wide open in a crying shape, an unsteady oval with the lower lip pushed out and quivering, a thin strand of saliva at the corner, breath visible in the hunch of his shoulders. A hot flush sits across his nose and the tops of both cheeks. The room behind him is a dim bedroom falling away into shadow: a pillow propped against a headboard, the mattress sheet rucked and creased in radiating folds from where his knees and heels press into it, the blanket shoved back in a heap at the far edge. A single small lamp off-frame low and to his left is the only light source; it rakes in from below-left, glossing the wet rims of his eyes and the tear track, striking a bright edge along his left shoulder, upper arm and the taut sheet in his fists, while the right side of his face and body sinks into warm brown shadow and the wall behind him goes almost black beyond the lamp's pool. The creases in the sheet under his weight spread outward in a fan, deepest where his heels dig in. Palette of warm amber lamp light, honey-blond and pale gold skin tones, cool grey-blue shadow, and the white of the sheet. Raw, tender, quietly heartbreaking.
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character: midoriya_izuku, bakugou_katsuki 2girls, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, tall male, muscular male, broad shoulders, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes, dilated pupils, broken smile, wide grin, unnatural smile, teeth, blush, heavy blush, obsessive, black leather jacket, open jacket, grey pants, holding knife, knife in hand, leaning over, standing, from above, looking down, bed, indoor, bedroom, night, single light source, midoriya izuku, sleeping, on back, lying in bed, blanket, green hair, short hair, closed eyes, peaceful expression, topless, arms at sides, two subjects, The camera looks down from above and slightly behind the blonde man's shoulder: in the left foreground his tall, broad-backed frame fills the near half of the frame, coat hem and the flat of his boots planted wide on the floorboards, and beyond him the bed drops away below the lens. Midoriya lies on his back in the center of the bed with the pillow under his neck, his short green hair flattened against it, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted in slack breath, bare shoulders and bare arms above the pulled-up blanket, one hand resting open on the sheet beside his hip. The blonde man leans over the foot of the bed, weight on his front foot, one knee already on the mattress edge compressing the blanket, his left hand gripping the blanket's folded edge near his own thigh, knuckles pulled tight, and his right hand held up at chest height, fingers curled around the knife's handle so the blade angles down toward the sleeping body, the flat catching a sliver of the lamp. His face is turned in three-quarter toward the bed, chin dipped, and it splits in a smile far too wide for the jaw it sits on, corners pulled back past where they should stop, the seam of the lips strained and uneven, teeth bared in a crooked strip, one eye wider than the other, both bloodshot and unfocused-bright, pupils shrunk to points; a hot red flush spreads from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears and down his neck into the jacket collar. His gaze is fixed on Midoriya's sleeping face with the total, unblinking focus of someone counting breaths. The only light is the small bedside lamp low and behind him on the right, which throws the coat's shoulder into a hard rim, drops the front of him into crushed shadow, lays the blade's shadow as a thin dark line across the blanket near Midoriya's ribs, and leaves the far wall and the corners of the room in absolute dark; the lamp's warmth lands on the sleeping face and stops at the blanket's fold. Palette is black leather and grey cloth against the warm lamp, with a single scalding blood-red in the blush and the eyes. Quiet dread.
Caca
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character: midoriya_izuku, bakugou_katsuki 2girls, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, tall male, muscular male, broad shoulders, short spiked blonde hair, red eyes, wide-eyed, bloodshot eyes, dilated pupils, broken smile, wide grin, unnatural smile, teeth, blush, heavy blush, obsessive, black leather jacket, open jacket, grey pants, holding knife, knife in hand, leaning over, standing, from above, looking down, bed, indoor, bedroom, night, single light source, midoriya izuku, sleeping, on back, lying in bed, blanket, green hair, short hair, closed eyes, peaceful expression, topless, arms at sides, two subjects, The camera looks down from above and slightly behind the blonde man's shoulder: in the left foreground his tall, broad-backed frame fills the near half of the frame, coat hem and the flat of his boots planted wide on the floorboards, and beyond him the bed drops away below the lens. Midoriya lies on his back in the center of the bed with the pillow under his neck, his short green hair flattened against it, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted in slack breath, bare shoulders and bare arms above the pulled-up blanket, one hand resting open on the sheet beside his hip. The blonde man leans over the foot of the bed, weight on his front foot, one knee already on the mattress edge compressing the blanket, his left hand gripping the blanket's folded edge near his own thigh, knuckles pulled tight, and his right hand held up at chest height, fingers curled around the knife's handle so the blade angles down toward the sleeping body, the flat catching a sliver of the lamp. His face is turned in three-quarter toward the bed, chin dipped, and it splits in a smile far too wide for the jaw it sits on, corners pulled back past where they should stop, the seam of the lips strained and uneven, teeth bared in a crooked strip, one eye wider than the other, both bloodshot and unfocused-bright, pupils shrunk to points; a hot red flush spreads from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears and down his neck into the jacket collar. His gaze is fixed on Midoriya's sleeping face with the total, unblinking focus of someone counting breaths. The only light is the small bedside lamp low and behind him on the right, which throws the coat's shoulder into a hard rim, drops the front of him into crushed shadow, lays the blade's shadow as a thin dark line across the blanket near Midoriya's ribs, and leaves the far wall and the corners of the room in absolute dark; the lamp's warmth lands on the sleeping face and stops at the blanket's fold. Palette is black leather and grey cloth against the warm lamp, with a single scalding blood-red in the blush and the eyes. Quiet dread.
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