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I've been lurking in this community for so long and wanted to try creating one myself, but finding images that match my imagination is so hard. And the thought of having to send DMs to image owners asking to use their work for my kink pains me so much. But with the advent of AI technology, everything has become easier. So, this is my first time creating a caption. I used AI to fix my dogshit grammar too.
I'm not sure if I should go with a horizontal or vertical layout. But my final thought is to use a vertical layout so that the image appears after the reader scrolls down through the text. Having the image graduall appear in the reader's vision might create a better feeling. I'm still not sure if it will work out, or perhaps a horizontal layout might be better here.
I want to do more in the future, and sometimes I want to make some spicy ones too, but I don't know much about DA policy. I might get banned in the future, haha. So, enjoy my first time. Ahn!

Image source
created by me using PixAI: Pic1 Pic2
Edit by me using GIMP (First try too)

Transcript

"Ever heard about the doppelganger legend?" Ken asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "They say it can steal your life."
Hiro chuckled, dismissing the eerie story as just another piece of nonsense his friend liked to share, and quickly forgot about it.

However, one evening while walking home alone, Hiro spotted something unsettling across the street—a girl dressed in the sailor uniform of his school. Normally, he would have dismissed her as a schoolmate, but something about her was off. She stared at Hiro with blank eyes and a creepy smile. More disturbingly, she bore a striking resemblance to Hiro, making her seem almost unreal. In a blink, she disappeared, and memories of Ken's urban legend resurfaced, sending shivers down Hiro's spine.
Hiro tried to convince himself it was just an illusion, not real, but his denial crumbled as 'she' began appearing more frequently: at the corner of the street, across the school corridor, in mirror reflections, each time closer than before.

"What's wrong? Recently, you seem like you have your head in the clouds." Ken asked with concern.
Before Hiro could respond, something appeared in his vision—just behind Ken, smiling gently as if to say, 'The time has come.' That was the last straw for Hiro. He ran, driven by sheer panic.
After sprinting for his life, Hiro found himself in a storage room. He shut the door, panting heavily. His brief moment of relief was cut short by a sweet whisper in his ear: "Caught you."
He spun around to find the source of the sound but saw nothing. However, he felt a sensation like the swing of long, black hair—the hair he never had. Nervously, he looked into the room's mirror and saw 'her' reflected there, mirroring every movement he made. The reflection showed a girl with long black hair, black eyes, wearing a black sailor uniform with a red bow, and a short skirt. She was petite, making the room seem larger than before. This was his reflection, familiar yet unsettlingly different. Memories flashed through his mind—memories of the girl that were somehow also his own.

The door suddenly opened. "What's happening, Hiroko? You suddenly ran like you were scared of something." Ken said as he entered.
Seeing her boyfriend brought a wave of warmth, dispelling the cold fear she had just felt. "I just saw something, maybe a ghost or something, but never mind. It was probably just my imagination." Hiroko said, shaking her head slightly before smiling. She took Ken's offered hand, and the lovers walked home hand in hand against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Everything around them was familiar—the same streets they always walked, the same faded paint on the buildings, and the same neighbors with their customary nods and smiles.
"Hey, want to hear the urban legend again?" Ken asked, trying to inject some levity into the evening.
"That story? It’s just a silly legend, you know." Hiroko chuckled, brushing it off as if it were the least of her concerns.
"Sure, it's all just spooky fun." Ken agreed, his laughter mingling with hers.
They continued their walk, engaging in light, nonsensical conversation as if nothing had changed, moving forward like they always had.

Description

I've been lurking in this community for so long and wanted to try creating one myself, but finding images that match my imagination is so hard. And the thought of having to send DMs to image owners asking to use their work for my kink pains me so much. But with the advent of AI technology, everything has become easier. So, this is my first time creating a caption. I used AI to fix my dogshit grammar too.
I'm not sure if I should go with a horizontal or vertical layout. But my final thought is to use a vertical layout so that the image appears after the reader scrolls down through the text. Having the image graduall appear in the reader's vision might create a better feeling. I'm still not sure if it will work out, or perhaps a horizontal layout might be better here.
I want to do more in the future, and sometimes I want to make some spicy ones too, but I don't know much about DA policy. I might get banned in the future, haha. So, enjoy my first time. Ahn!

Image source
created by me using PixAI: Pic1 Pic2
Edit by me using GIMP (First try too)

Transcript

"Ever heard about the doppelganger legend?" Ken asked, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "They say it can steal your life."
Hiro chuckled, dismissing the eerie story as just another piece of nonsense his friend liked to share, and quickly forgot about it.

However, one evening while walking home alone, Hiro spotted something unsettling across the street—a girl dressed in the sailor uniform of his school. Normally, he would have dismissed her as a schoolmate, but something about her was off. She stared at Hiro with blank eyes and a creepy smile. More disturbingly, she bore a striking resemblance to Hiro, making her seem almost unreal. In a blink, she disappeared, and memories of Ken's urban legend resurfaced, sending shivers down Hiro's spine.
Hiro tried to convince himself it was just an illusion, not real, but his denial crumbled as 'she' began appearing more frequently: at the corner of the street, across the school corridor, in mirror reflections, each time closer than before.

"What's wrong? Recently, you seem like you have your head in the clouds." Ken asked with concern.
Before Hiro could respond, something appeared in his vision—just behind Ken, smiling gently as if to say, 'The time has come.' That was the last straw for Hiro. He ran, driven by sheer panic.
After sprinting for his life, Hiro found himself in a storage room. He shut the door, panting heavily. His brief moment of relief was cut short by a sweet whisper in his ear: "Caught you."
He spun around to find the source of the sound but saw nothing. However, he felt a sensation like the swing of long, black hair—the hair he never had. Nervously, he looked into the room's mirror and saw 'her' reflected there, mirroring every movement he made. The reflection showed a girl with long black hair, black eyes, wearing a black sailor uniform with a red bow, and a short skirt. She was petite, making the room seem larger than before. This was his reflection, familiar yet unsettlingly different. Memories flashed through his mind—memories of the girl that were somehow also his own.

The door suddenly opened. "What's happening, Hiroko? You suddenly ran like you were scared of something." Ken said as he entered.
Seeing her boyfriend brought a wave of warmth, dispelling the cold fear she had just felt. "I just saw something, maybe a ghost or something, but never mind. It was probably just my imagination." Hiroko said, shaking her head slightly before smiling. She took Ken's offered hand, and the lovers walked home hand in hand against the backdrop of the setting sun.
Everything around them was familiar—the same streets they always walked, the same faded paint on the buildings, and the same neighbors with their customary nods and smiles.
"Hey, want to hear the urban legend again?" Ken asked, trying to inject some levity into the evening.
"That story? It’s just a silly legend, you know." Hiroko chuckled, brushing it off as if it were the least of her concerns.
"Sure, it's all just spooky fun." Ken agreed, his laughter mingling with hers.
They continued their walk, engaging in light, nonsensical conversation as if nothing had changed, moving forward like they always had.