Sign up for free and get 10,000 credits instantly

Starter credits for new creators, added to your account on the day you sign up.

Notice: PixAI iOS App Temporarily Unavailable on the App Store — Dear PixAI users, The PixAI iOS app is currently unavailable for search and download on the App Store. We are actively w…

View details
AI artwork
Generate New ArtworkGenerate for FreeGenerate for Free

myso9288#0

m9

myso9288#0

More to See

Comments

character: takarada_rikka 1girl, solo, takarada rikka, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, hair bow, blue scrunchie, blue and golden sports bra, matching blue and golden pleated miniskirt, matching blue and golden thighhighs, blue sneakers, wrestling ring, kneeling, on knees, hands clasped together, begging, pleading, tears, crying, blood, blood on face, blood on body, bruises, bruise on cheek, bruise on arm, sweaty, shiny skin, sexy, from above, pov, looking up, looking at viewer, close-up, foreground ring ropes, spotlight, dark arena, shot from a high first-person angle looking down into a wrestling ring, the mat of the ring filling the lower two thirds of the frame, scuffed and dark canvas with old chalk dust in its grain. She kneels low on both knees at the center, seen from above and slightly in front, her weight sunk back onto her heels so her thighs press flat against the mat, her torso tilted up and forward toward the lens, shoulders drawn in. Her hands are clasped tight together at chest height, fingers laced and knuckles pale, forearms trembling, and she lifts her face on a raised chin to look straight up into the viewer's eyes, brows pulled high and pinched at the center, lower lip bitten and quivering, tears cutting clean tracks through the sweat and blood on one cheek. Her long black hair hangs loose and disheveled, damp strands stuck to her forehead and jaw, the blue scrunchie holding a half-collapsed tail at the back of her head. The blue and golden sports bra clings to her torso, its straps and band damp and dark at the edges, the gold panels catching the overhead light, and the matching pleated miniskirt fans out around her kneeling hips in crumpled pleats, its blue and gold stripes bent by the fold of her thighs; the matching thighhighs stretch tight over her knees with a few small abrasions showing through where the fabric thinned, and her blue sneakers rest flat on the canvas at either side, toes turned slightly outward. Blood runs in a thin line from her hairline down past her brow and smears across her shoulder, one forearm and the crest of the bra; deep purple bruises mottle her upper arm and the side of her ribcage. A cluster of ring ropes cuts across the very top of the frame out of focus, and beyond them the arena falls away into black. A single overhead spotlight pours straight down on her, hard and cold white, throwing a tight pool of light around her knees and hands, leaving the rest of the mat to fade into shadow and casting her shadow compressed directly beneath her; the light glistens on sweat, blood and the gold of her outfit, and the spot the light makes on her skin is the only bright area in the frame. Palette of deep blue, metallic gold and cold white against the black of the arena, with blood red as the one ugly accent. Desperate, small beneath the lights.
Show Parameters
Original Prompt
rikka takarada in blue and golden sports bra and matching pleated miniskirt matching thighhighs and blue sneakers,sexy,wrestling ring,kneeling on the floor infront of a viewer ,rikka is begging for mercy rikka is covered in blood and bruises
Mode
flash
Size
1104 x 1824
Prompt Helper

Model & LoRA used

Tsubaki.3 Flash - AI Model cover image

PixAI DiT.3

Tsubaki.3 Flash
1.37k

Similar Images

Show more
AI artwork
m9
character: takarada_rikka 1girl, solo, takarada rikka, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, hair bow, blue scrunchie, blue and golden sports bra, matching blue and golden pleated miniskirt, matching blue and golden thighhighs, blue sneakers, wrestling ring, kneeling, on knees, hands clasped together, begging, pleading, tears, crying, blood, blood on face, blood on body, bruises, bruise on cheek, bruise on arm, sweaty, shiny skin, sexy, from above, pov, looking up, looking at viewer, close-up, foreground ring ropes, spotlight, dark arena, shot from a high first-person angle looking down into a wrestling ring, the mat of the ring filling the lower two thirds of the frame, scuffed and dark canvas with old chalk dust in its grain. She kneels low on both knees at the center, seen from above and slightly in front, her weight sunk back onto her heels so her thighs press flat against the mat, her torso tilted up and forward toward the lens, shoulders drawn in. Her hands are clasped tight together at chest height, fingers laced and knuckles pale, forearms trembling, and she lifts her face on a raised chin to look straight up into the viewer's eyes, brows pulled high and pinched at the center, lower lip bitten and quivering, tears cutting clean tracks through the sweat and blood on one cheek. Her long black hair hangs loose and disheveled, damp strands stuck to her forehead and jaw, the blue scrunchie holding a half-collapsed tail at the back of her head. The blue and golden sports bra clings to her torso, its straps and band damp and dark at the edges, the gold panels catching the overhead light, and the matching pleated miniskirt fans out around her kneeling hips in crumpled pleats, its blue and gold stripes bent by the fold of her thighs; the matching thighhighs stretch tight over her knees with a few small abrasions showing through where the fabric thinned, and her blue sneakers rest flat on the canvas at either side, toes turned slightly outward. Blood runs in a thin line from her hairline down past her brow and smears across her shoulder, one forearm and the crest of the bra; deep purple bruises mottle her upper arm and the side of her ribcage. A cluster of ring ropes cuts across the very top of the frame out of focus, and beyond them the arena falls away into black. A single overhead spotlight pours straight down on her, hard and cold white, throwing a tight pool of light around her knees and hands, leaving the rest of the mat to fade into shadow and casting her shadow compressed directly beneath her; the light glistens on sweat, blood and the gold of her outfit, and the spot the light makes on her skin is the only bright area in the frame. Palette of deep blue, metallic gold and cold white against the black of the arena, with blood red as the one ugly accent. Desperate, small beneath the lights.
myso9288#0
AI artwork
m9
character: takarada_rikka 1girl, solo, takarada rikka, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, hair bow, blue scrunchie, blue and golden sports bra, matching blue and golden pleated miniskirt, matching blue and golden thighhighs, blue sneakers, wrestling ring, kneeling, on knees, hands clasped together, begging, pleading, tears, crying, blood, blood on face, blood on body, bruises, bruise on cheek, bruise on arm, sweaty, shiny skin, sexy, from above, pov, looking up, looking at viewer, close-up, foreground ring ropes, spotlight, dark arena, shot from a high first-person angle looking down into a wrestling ring, the mat of the ring filling the lower two thirds of the frame, scuffed and dark canvas with old chalk dust in its grain. She kneels low on both knees at the center, seen from above and slightly in front, her weight sunk back onto her heels so her thighs press flat against the mat, her torso tilted up and forward toward the lens, shoulders drawn in. Her hands are clasped tight together at chest height, fingers laced and knuckles pale, forearms trembling, and she lifts her face on a raised chin to look straight up into the viewer's eyes, brows pulled high and pinched at the center, lower lip bitten and quivering, tears cutting clean tracks through the sweat and blood on one cheek. Her long black hair hangs loose and disheveled, damp strands stuck to her forehead and jaw, the blue scrunchie holding a half-collapsed tail at the back of her head. The blue and golden sports bra clings to her torso, its straps and band damp and dark at the edges, the gold panels catching the overhead light, and the matching pleated miniskirt fans out around her kneeling hips in crumpled pleats, its blue and gold stripes bent by the fold of her thighs; the matching thighhighs stretch tight over her knees with a few small abrasions showing through where the fabric thinned, and her blue sneakers rest flat on the canvas at either side, toes turned slightly outward. Blood runs in a thin line from her hairline down past her brow and smears across her shoulder, one forearm and the crest of the bra; deep purple bruises mottle her upper arm and the side of her ribcage. A cluster of ring ropes cuts across the very top of the frame out of focus, and beyond them the arena falls away into black. A single overhead spotlight pours straight down on her, hard and cold white, throwing a tight pool of light around her knees and hands, leaving the rest of the mat to fade into shadow and casting her shadow compressed directly beneath her; the light glistens on sweat, blood and the gold of her outfit, and the spot the light makes on her skin is the only bright area in the frame. Palette of deep blue, metallic gold and cold white against the black of the arena, with blood red as the one ugly accent. Desperate, small beneath the lights.
myso9288#0
#Rikka Takarada#GRIDMAN UNIVERSE
AI artwork
m9
character: takarada_rikka 1girl, solo, takarada rikka, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, hair bow, blue scrunchie, blue and golden sports bra, matching blue and golden pleated miniskirt, matching blue and golden thighhighs, blue sneakers, wrestling ring, kneeling, on knees, hands clasped together, begging, pleading, tears, crying, blood, blood on face, blood on body, bruises, bruise on cheek, bruise on arm, sweaty, shiny skin, sexy, from above, pov, looking up, looking at viewer, close-up, foreground ring ropes, spotlight, dark arena, shot from a high first-person angle looking down into a wrestling ring, the mat of the ring filling the lower two thirds of the frame, scuffed and dark canvas with old chalk dust in its grain. She kneels low on both knees at the center, seen from above and slightly in front, her weight sunk back onto her heels so her thighs press flat against the mat, her torso tilted up and forward toward the lens, shoulders drawn in. Her hands are clasped tight together at chest height, fingers laced and knuckles pale, forearms trembling, and she lifts her face on a raised chin to look straight up into the viewer's eyes, brows pulled high and pinched at the center, lower lip bitten and quivering, tears cutting clean tracks through the sweat and blood on one cheek. Her long black hair hangs loose and disheveled, damp strands stuck to her forehead and jaw, the blue scrunchie holding a half-collapsed tail at the back of her head. The blue and golden sports bra clings to her torso, its straps and band damp and dark at the edges, the gold panels catching the overhead light, and the matching pleated miniskirt fans out around her kneeling hips in crumpled pleats, its blue and gold stripes bent by the fold of her thighs; the matching thighhighs stretch tight over her knees with a few small abrasions showing through where the fabric thinned, and her blue sneakers rest flat on the canvas at either side, toes turned slightly outward. Blood runs in a thin line from her hairline down past her brow and smears across her shoulder, one forearm and the crest of the bra; deep purple bruises mottle her upper arm and the side of her ribcage. A cluster of ring ropes cuts across the very top of the frame out of focus, and beyond them the arena falls away into black. A single overhead spotlight pours straight down on her, hard and cold white, throwing a tight pool of light around her knees and hands, leaving the rest of the mat to fade into shadow and casting her shadow compressed directly beneath her; the light glistens on sweat, blood and the gold of her outfit, and the spot the light makes on her skin is the only bright area in the frame. Palette of deep blue, metallic gold and cold white against the black of the arena, with blood red as the one ugly accent. Desperate, small beneath the lights.
myso9288#0
AI artwork
m9
character: takarada_rikka 1girl, solo, takarada rikka, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, blue and golden sports bra, bare shoulders, bare arms, pleated miniskirt, blue and gold pleated skirt, matching thighhighs, blue sneakers, wrestling ring, kneeling, seiza, on floor, leaning forward, hands clasped together, pleading, begging for mercy, desperate expression, tears, half-closed eyes, bruised face, blood on face, blood on cheek, blood on arms, blood on thighs, bloodstained skin, bandage-free, no headwear, hair unadorned, looking up at viewer, from above, high angle, close-up, foreshortening, dramatic lighting, dark gymnasium, single overhead spotlight The camera looks steeply down from above and slightly in front of her, the high angle foreshortening her body so her upturned face, wet with sweat and blood, dominates the lower half of the frame while her knees and the ring floor recede behind her. She is Takarada Rikka, kneeling on the canvas inside a wrestling ring, her weight settled back on her heels but her spine pitched forward toward the viewer, both hands clasped tightly together at chest height as if in prayer or a plea, her chin lifted, her long black hair loose and falling forward over one shoulder and spilling toward the mat, no bow, no scrunchie, no ornament anywhere in it. Her blue eyes are wide and brimming, half-closed under the strain, aimed straight up into the lens. Blood streaks her cheek and jaw and smears across her bare arms and the tops of her thighs; purple and blue bruises mottle her shoulders, ribs and knees, the raw fresh injury sitting exactly where the overhead light catches the raised edges of broken skin. She wears a blue and gold sports bra with matching pleated miniskirt, matching blue-and-gold thighhighs pulled to mid-thigh, and blue sneakers, all of the fabric scuffed and stained with the same blood that marks her skin. The only light source is a single hard spotlight directly overhead in the darkened arena, throwing her cast shadow tight around her knees and dropping everything beyond the ring ropes into blackness; the corners of the ring, the turnbuckle pads and the distant darkened stands are barely outlined. A faint pool of red stains the canvas beneath her knees where she has already bled. The palette is cold blue jersey and metallic gold against the bruise-purple and drying-red of her injuries and the deep shadow of the surrounding dark. Desperate, brutal.
myso9288#0

Explore more

Recommended Users

You might like

AI artwork
음안
character: eren_yeager, mikasa_ackerman character: eren_yeager, mikasa_ackerman Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Yeager are captured in the middle of a desperate ODM maneuver above a ruined city street, with Mikasa much closer to the camera and Eren cutting across the background at a different angle. Mikasa twists her entire body sideways as she launches past the viewer, one arm extended forward with a blade in hand while the other reaches back toward Eren. Her black hair whips violently across the frame and her red scarf streams far behind her in a long sweeping curve. Eren is several meters behind her, angled sharply in the opposite direction as his ODM cables stretch from his gear toward a damaged rooftop, his green jacket and hair blown backward by the speed of the maneuver. The perspective is extremely dynamic: Mikasa's outstretched hand and blade are large in the foreground while her body rapidly narrows toward the center of the image. Eren appears smaller but perfectly clear behind her, creating a strong diagonal connection between them. Their ODM cables slice through the composition as thin steel lines, crossing the image at different angles and disappearing beyond the frame. One cable passes extremely close to the camera, creating a dramatic foreground line. The ruined city beneath them is not shown as a wide landscape. Broken rooftops, shattered windows, hanging masonry, and fragments of brick rush diagonally through the lower portion of the composition, giving the impression of immense speed. Several pieces of debris are suspended around Mikasa and Eren, each frozen at a different distance from the camera. Dust catches the sunlight in thin atmospheric streaks. Mikasa's Survey Corps uniform is sharply detailed and windswept, with the cropped brown jacket open over the fitted uniform, harness straps pulled taut across her body, white trousers, tall boots, and the Wings of Freedom insignia clearly visible. Eren wears his recognizable Survey Corps uniform and green jacket, with his harness, ODM equipment, and boots rendered with precise mechanical detail. A subtle graphic-design layer is integrated into the composition without overpowering the action: Wings of Freedom emblem are overlaid across the sky, Thin white directional lines follow the trajectories of Mikasa and Eren, while small restrained military-style markings and typography sit along the edges of the frame. The graphic elements reinforce the movement rather than becoming random decoration. The entire image is frozen at one extraordinary instant: Mikasa's scarf curves through the air, Eren's jacket flares behind him, cables are pulled completely taut, debris hangs in the air, dust streams diagonally through the sunlight, and both characters are caught at different points of the same sweeping maneuver. Nothing feels static. Painterly digital anime illustration, expressive textured brushwork, cinematic motion frozen in a single frame, extreme wide-angle perspective, dramatic foreshortening, strong diagonals, layered depth, detailed characters, flowing hair and fabric, taut cables, airborne debris, warm sunlight cutting through cool gray ruins, muted military colors with Mikasa's red scarf as the strongest accent, sophisticated composition, subtle graphic design, powerful silhouettes, intense expressions, visceral sense of speed, beautiful atmospheric lighting, energetic, cinematic
음뭐지 안되서 다시 부계만듬
3#Attack on Titan#Mikasa Ackerman
HomeModelsGenerateProfile