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KnightMoose117

Just a Canadian guy, making art of bad ass soldiers and sexy, bad ass girls

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character: may_(pokemon), copyright: pokemon_rse 1girl, may (pokemon), solo, pokemon (creature), brown hair, blue eyes, hairband, red bandana, bandana, red shirt, sleeveless shirt, black shorts, bike shorts, large breasts, breasts, cleavage, ass, smile, open mouth, :d, looking at viewer, riding, riding bicycle, bicycle, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, leaning forward, outstretched arm, one hand on grip, wind, day, simple background, white background Low dutch-angle cowboy shot from just ahead and below the front wheel, so the bicycle's front tire and handlebars fill the lower left foreground and the girl rises diagonally toward the upper right. She is caught mid-pedal on a bicycle that travels left to right across a completely empty white field: no ground line, no horizon, no scenery — only the machine, the rider, and a small pokemon creature, with a soft flat contact shadow pooled under both tires as the single concession to the void. Her weight is forward off the saddle, hips lifted a hand's width above the seat, right leg driving the near pedal down at the bottom of its stroke while the left knee comes up high; both hands wrap the handlebar grips, the near forearm crossing the frame edge in foreshortening. Her torso is tipped low over the stem, which throws her chest forward and down against the bar — the red sleeveless shirt pulls taut across her large breasts, and a deep clean cleavage line opens where the fabric hangs away from her sternum, with the shirt hem riding up off the black bike shorts at the small of her back. Black skin-tight bike shorts sheath her hips and thighs, their seams catching a thin highlight over each glute, and because her hips are lifted and the camera sits low, the seat and the shorts' seat panel sit behind and below her raised rear in clear view — the round mass of her ass reading as a firm lifted shape over the saddle nose. The red bandana is knotted at the back of her head, its pointed tails streaming straight back and up off her skull in the headwind, the cloth's fabric curving over her brow and denting where the knot pulls; brown hair whips back beneath and beside it, strands torn loose and laid flat along her cheek. Her face is turned over her shoulder and down the lens: head tilted, chin dropped, both blue eyes locked straight on the viewer, wide open-mouth :d grin with the upper teeth showing and one cheek bunched higher than the other in a lopsided, breathless laugh; a sheen of effort sits on her temple and collarbone. Her right arm is what sells the speed — elbow flared out, white-knuckled on the grip, the whole arm braced against a drag the empty background cannot show, so the wind must: bandana tails, hair, and the loose shirt hem all stream backward in the same direction, all of them parallel to the line of travel. The small pokemon creature rides perched on the rear rack behind her saddle, low and compact, its feet planted on the rack struts, leaning into the same headwind with its own fur or hide flattened back, one forelimb hooked around the seat post for balance, eyes squinted forward past her hip. Light comes from a single broad source high and to the frame's upper left: it lays a hard bright edge down the top of the front tire, the near handlebar, her shoulder and the crown of the bandana, and drops the undersides — beneath the frame tubes, under her chin, into the cleavage hollow, under the saddle — into a single soft cool shadow tone; nothing else in the white field is lit or darkened. Palette is disciplined to red (shirt, bandana), black (shorts, tires, grips) and warm brown (hair) against pure white, with the blue of her eyes the only cool note admitted. Crisp cel-shaded anime rendering, clean confident linework, flat white ground left genuinely blank with no texture or gradient, shadow edges sharp under the tires and soft where the shirt folds. Bright, wind-whipped, effortlessly energetic.
Nov 4, 2026 4:44 AM
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character: may_(pokemon), copyright: pokemon_rse 1girl, may (pokemon), solo, pokemon (creature), brown hair, blue eyes, hairband, red bandana, bandana, red shirt, sleeveless shirt, black shorts, bike shorts, large breasts, breasts, cleavage, ass, smile, open mouth, :d, looking at viewer, riding, riding bicycle, bicycle, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, leaning forward, outstretched arm, one hand on grip, wind, day, simple background, white background Low dutch-angle cowboy shot from just ahead and below the front wheel, so the bicycle's front tire and handlebars fill the lower left foreground and the girl rises diagonally toward the upper right. She is caught mid-pedal on a bicycle that travels left to right across a completely empty white field: no ground line, no horizon, no scenery — only the machine, the rider, and a small pokemon creature, with a soft flat contact shadow pooled under both tires as the single concession to the void. Her weight is forward off the saddle, hips lifted a hand's width above the seat, right leg driving the near pedal down at the bottom of its stroke while the left knee comes up high; both hands wrap the handlebar grips, the near forearm crossing the frame edge in foreshortening. Her torso is tipped low over the stem, which throws her chest forward and down against the bar — the red sleeveless shirt pulls taut across her large breasts, and a deep clean cleavage line opens where the fabric hangs away from her sternum, with the shirt hem riding up off the black bike shorts at the small of her back. Black skin-tight bike shorts sheath her hips and thighs, their seams catching a thin highlight over each glute, and because her hips are lifted and the camera sits low, the seat and the shorts' seat panel sit behind and below her raised rear in clear view — the round mass of her ass reading as a firm lifted shape over the saddle nose. The red bandana is knotted at the back of her head, its pointed tails streaming straight back and up off her skull in the headwind, the cloth's fabric curving over her brow and denting where the knot pulls; brown hair whips back beneath and beside it, strands torn loose and laid flat along her cheek. Her face is turned over her shoulder and down the lens: head tilted, chin dropped, both blue eyes locked straight on the viewer, wide open-mouth :d grin with the upper teeth showing and one cheek bunched higher than the other in a lopsided, breathless laugh; a sheen of effort sits on her temple and collarbone. Her right arm is what sells the speed — elbow flared out, white-knuckled on the grip, the whole arm braced against a drag the empty background cannot show, so the wind must: bandana tails, hair, and the loose shirt hem all stream backward in the same direction, all of them parallel to the line of travel. The small pokemon creature rides perched on the rear rack behind her saddle, low and compact, its feet planted on the rack struts, leaning into the same headwind with its own fur or hide flattened back, one forelimb hooked around the seat post for balance, eyes squinted forward past her hip. Light comes from a single broad source high and to the frame's upper left: it lays a hard bright edge down the top of the front tire, the near handlebar, her shoulder and the crown of the bandana, and drops the undersides — beneath the frame tubes, under her chin, into the cleavage hollow, under the saddle — into a single soft cool shadow tone; nothing else in the white field is lit or darkened. Palette is disciplined to red (shirt, bandana), black (shorts, tires, grips) and warm brown (hair) against pure white, with the blue of her eyes the only cool note admitted. Crisp cel-shaded anime rendering, clean confident linework, flat white ground left genuinely blank with no texture or gradient, shadow edges sharp under the tires and soft where the shirt folds. Bright, wind-whipped, effortlessly energetic.
Nov 4, 2026 4:44 AM
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