"Driving The Wayward Bride"
Rendered in Blender 3.6 LTS with Cycles.
Inpainting done with Lama Cleaner.
Post processing and other fixes done with GIMP.
Yuna's retextured PS2 face with Dissidia NT's hair, body, outfit and accessories.
Regalia convertible car model from FF15.
A fanfiction scenario for an imaginary Dissidia sequel in which Yuna aligns herself with Chaos/Spiritus or whatever the antagonists' god is called. Also there isn't enough Bride Yuna artwork on the internet.
"Ardyn, at the helm of the gleaming Regalia—an emblem of opulence and prestige that also served as his sworn enemy's automobile—wore his black fedora tilted at a rakish angle, casting a shadow over his enigmatic smile. Dressed in impeccably tailored clothes that radiated sophistication, he embodied the essence of a dashing suitor. However, beneath this polished facade lurked a vengeful, broken man, his eyes revealing a tumult of emotions rooted in a past fraught with pain and unresolved anger.
As he cruises along a winding road, his gaze falls upon Yuna, who stands at the roadside, devoid of any recollection of her past in her homeworld or the circumstances that led her to this unfamiliar realm. The young lady was dressed in a flowing wedding dress that sways gently in the breeze. She embodies purity and innocence, her wide eyes reflecting a mix of wonder and uncertainty. Despite her naivety, there is a strong-willed determination in her posture, suggesting a depth of character that belies her youthful appearance.
The chancellor slows the car, his smile inviting and warm, as he beckons her to join him. Drawn in by his alluring charm and generous offer, she hesitates only briefly before accepting. As she settles into the plush leather seat beside him, unaware of the storm brewing beneath his charming facade.
The girl, lulled by the gentle hum of the engine and the warmth of the sun, gradually succumbs to sleep, a serene smile gracing her lips. In this moment, she appears blissfully unaware of the complexities surrounding her, her dreams untouched by the shadows that linger in the man’s heart.
Ardyn turns his gaze toward Yuna, who lies in serene slumber, a gentle smile gracing his lips. In her tranquil repose, he is reminded of a past love, one unjustly taken from him, evoking a bittersweet nostalgia."
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