"Now, I'm ready to rewrite our story."

This LORA was created as a part of Arc En Ciel discord's collaboration.

Weight: 1.0

Basic tags (Can get most of the look): 1girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, broken mask, hood up, sidelocks, micro shorts, midriff, black crop top, black gloves, thigh strap, black cloak

Advanced tags (You can use them to clarify the details): black belt, suspender shorts, suspenders hanging, metal gloves, red cloak, two-sided fabric, abs, muscular female, toned, scar on stomach, scar on leg
"Beautfiul You" outfit: 1girl, pinstripe suit, pinstripe pattern, black pants, black jacket, black bra, glasses, hair over one eye, blue eyes, blonde hair, sidelocks, ponytail, panty straps, neck ring, necklace between breasts, belly chain, white underbust, scar on stomach, black shoes

You're free to use these tags as you wish, to alter the look of this character as you need. Check the gallery for examples.

Results of your use can vary, depending on additional LORA you use, checkpoints or artist styles, native or LORA-added.
Obligatory Nikke copypasta:
In short, 100 years ago we were traveling with the Nikke and the Goddess squad, fucked and completely stunned after 5 waves of raptures in stifling, windless weather. We got into a crappy, rotten bus - not even a pickup but a shitty old bus, and inside it wasn’t a bus, it was a sauna. Outside it was 25 degrees, but inside it felt god knows how hot... Long story short, I immediately started sweating like a dumb bitch seeing the legendary Shkikan. So, we got seated, and the bus begins to fill up, like my toilet after my fat aunt from the village takes a dump in it. All the seats were taken, and the goddesses had to stand. It became unbearably hot and suffocating, almost impossible to breathe. And finally, we started moving.

We’re driving, in disbelief. I’m leaning my forehead against the slightly cool window, listening to "Country Roads". Just as I think it couldn't get any worse, even if my old cassette player stopped playing music, suddenly among the groans of stunned asses and the creaking of the heap of scrap metal we were riding on, a loud fart broke out... a long one, as if the person responsible wasn’t embarrassed at all, like she was lying under an air conditioner at headquarters rather than in this damn vehicle from hell. Amidst the sweaty stench, I noticed the smell of fresh shit and wrapped myself in my red scarf. Indignant whispers were heard. I was just as shocked as the others but, on the brink of dying from the heat, I kept staring out the window.

Three minutes later, there was a second burst of the fart barrage! “For fuck's sake, shitty asshole, I can’t survive another wave!" - yelled some mass-produced Nikke from the back seat. The smell hit my nose module powerfully and irreversibly, my stomach turned, my eyes rolled back, everything went blurry... Consciousness returned with the thought that this fool needed to be punished. Turning towards the passenger area to shout a few choice words at the farting mother, I saw that my friend from the goddesses had lowered her gaze and turned beet red. There she was, our “Ojo-sama Fart-20xx," damn it.

I bent down to her and quietly said, “What the hell, Dorothy, are you trying to kill us? I thought we were friends.” People in the bus started yelling to be let out, but Oswald, sitting by the open window, just responded that it wasn’t allowed on the surface. Dorothy turned even redder. “I didn’t mean to, my stomach is upset, they must have served spoiled venison in the canteen today, I'm gonna...”. Dorothy fell silent, grabbed her ass, apparently trying to hold back the fecal masses, but the shit was stronger than Dora, and her divine ass let out a deafening roar. Everyone in the bus realized that the anal defenses were breached and that we were all going to die here. The shit started flowing from under Dorothy's dress like rainwater from gutters. Guren was the first to release a powerful yaido vomit blast, with diarrhea splashing onto her katana. The force of the vomit aimed straight at Rapunzel, who had been jerking off the whole time. A vomit panic ensued. Half the people passed out immediately; the rest kept vomiting on each other, crying, and praying for death. And then, in the intervals between puking and brief losses of consciousness, I saw Oswald couldn’t hold it either and spewed out half-digested chicken pasta right onto the windshield, desperately trying to clean it with the wipers. He sharply hit the brakes, causing the bus to skid, and everything flipped. I was pinned to the ceiling by Smolwhite’s body, and shit and vomit started pouring over me. We were lying on the roof, and I couldn't move the unconscious glutton off of me, while the level of filth steadily approached my mouth. No matter how I tried to shove her off, pushing, grabbing her head, tickling, calling her to lunch... it was useless. The level rose above my mouth and nose; I closed my eyes and as I was losing consciousness, I felt someone’s strong hands grab my legs and pull me.

I woke up lying on the road; Lilywiess and our Shkikan were already nearby, but I never saw Dorothy again.

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