流鼻涕 畫廊

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vm
snow, snow-covered ground, winter wonderland, 3 girls, fox girl, fox ears, fox tail, mouse girl, mouse ears, round mouse ears, bunny girl, rabbit ears, long rabbit ears, playing in snow, having fun, shivering, trembling, arms crossed over chest, hugging herself, complaining, speech bubble, wide shot, from above, snowy field, snowflakes, bare winter trees, overcast sky, breath vapor, cold, blue-tinted palette, warm breath, falling snow A wide high-angle view down onto a sunken snowfield ringed by a low ridge of bare-branched trees, three figures arranged across the snow at different depths. In the left midground the fox girl — rust-orange hair, a bushy fox tail streaming behind her, triangular fox ears tipped in darker fur poking through her hair — plunges forward mid-stride, one knee half-sunk in the snow, both hands scooped around a lump of snow she is packing and lifting to throw; her grin is open-mouthed and crooked, one brow arched high, her gaze fixed on the mouse girl she is targeting. Opposite her, the mouse girl — small and slight, round grey mouse ears and a thin hairless tail, grey hair in two short tufts — twists away mid-dodge with both arms flung up and palms out, laughing with her whole face, one foot kicked up so a fan of loose powder sprays up behind her heel; a shallow trench of displaced snow shows where she has already run and skidded. Their breath blows out as two short white plumes, and the snow between them is torn into footprints, skid lines, and the collapsed crater of a half-finished snowman with a twig arm sticking out. In the right foreground, closer to the viewer, the bunny girl — long white rabbit ears folded down along her head, pale hair, a short coat — stands hunched with her shoulders up to her ears, both arms crossed tight over her chest with the fingers tucked into her own sleeves, knees pressed together, shivering in visible small tremors, a fine dusting of snow piled on the up-facing flat of her ears and the ridge of her shoulders while the sides of them are bare. She is half-turned toward the other two, chin tucked down, brows drawn up in a pout, and she shouts across at them. A jagged speech bubble anchored above the bunny girl's head reads "Why are they playing in the snow?", its tail pointing back at her open mouth. The snow is thick on every upward-facing surface, on the branches, on the ridge line, on the flat of the bunny girl's ears, but none on the vertical bark or the fronts of the girls' coats. Flat diffuse overcast light comes from everywhere at once and casts almost no shadow, only faint blue-grey pools under their bodies and the deep cold blue in their footprints — the whole scene in blue-white and grey, warmed only by the fox girl's rust-orange hair and tail and the pink of three faces. Deliberate, playful, and quietly comic.
Very Mad wolf
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pd
character: bakugou_katsuki, midoriya_izuku 1boy, solo, bakugou katsuki, blonde hair, spiked hair, red eyes, crying, crying loudly, streaming tears, tears, wet face, blotchy face, red nose, ugly crying, closed mouth, clenched teeth, silent, too upset to speak, airline cabin, airplane interior, window seat, looking down, hunched over, shoulders shaking, hands gripping knees, tissue box on lap, blowing nose, holding tissue to nose, honk, wet, congested, thought bubble, midoriya izuku, green hair, green eyes, memory, profile, from side, cowboy shot, day, overcast light through window, muted palette, dieselpunk no, realistic no, cel shaded Viewed from the side in a cramped economy cabin, one blonde-haired young man in a bare black undershirt and black pants sits jammed into a window seat, hunched forward so his spiky blonde hair nearly brushes the seatback in front of him, both elbows on his knees, both hands gripping a crumpled tissue box that rests across his thighs; his face is turned three-quarters away from the cabin toward the window, tears sliding down his cheeks in continuous threads, catching the flat grey daylight pouring through the oval window, his chin tucked, mouth shut tight with the jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps, eyes squeezed half-shut and streaming, nostrils red and shiny from weeping — no speech bubble anywhere, he says nothing, the silence is the point. From the seat cushion beneath him a slight compression is visible where his weight sinks, and his shoulders tremble with each ragged silent breath. Floating above and behind his head, a cloud-shaped thought bubble with a scalloped border is tethered by three small ascending circles toward his temple; inside it, rendered in full colour and clear cut, a green-haired young man in a green bodysuit stands facing forward with a worried, earnest expression, arms a little out, as though speaking to Bakugou from inside his own head; the bubble sits high in the frame, its lower curve overlapping the top of the headrest, and no one in the cabin but Bakugou sees it. In the empty cabin, rows of blue-grey seats stretch away in perspective behind him, all vacant, tray tables up, overhead bins shut, the aisle floor catching a dull strip of window light; the only light source is the overcast sky through that one window, cool and low, laying a rectangular highlight across Bakugou's cheekbone, the tissue box, and the near edge of the seat, leaving the rest of the cabin in soft shadow with no bright patches. Palette of cool greys, navy seat fabric and the blonde and green that are the only saturated notes. In the next beat his hands crush the tissue up to his face and he blows with a huge wet honking blast — a squashed, crumpled tissue pressed over his nose and mouth, cheeks puffed, eyes shut hard, and beside his nose a bold jagged onomatopoeia in thick black brush lettering reading "HONK" with a wet spray of small droplets arcing toward the window, droplets catching the window light. Quiet grief, absurdly tender.
Princess Diani The FNAF Gal 2000

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