character: purah, princess_zelda 2girls, purah, princess_zelda, glasses, round_eyewear, red-framed_eyewear, white_hair, short_hair, hair_bun, hair_stick, hair_ornament, red_eyes, red_eyeshadow, black_gloves, blonde_hair, long_hair, crown_braid, parted_bangs, blue_eyes, hairclip, earrings, jewelry, dress, gloves, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, looking at another, leaning forward, outstretched arm, pointing, head tilt, open mouth, grin, one eye closed, smug, blush, looking down, half-closed eyes, light smile, arms behind back, crossed legs, wind, tall grass, ruins, stone pillar, sunset, backlighting, lens flare, floating particles, The camera sits low and canted a few degrees off level, looking up: Purah fills the left of the frame, crouched on the broken lip of a stone ruin wall, her knees drawn up and her weight tipped forward onto the balls of her feet, one black-gloved hand braced flat on the crumbling masonry beside her heel and the other arm thrown out straight toward the right of frame, index finger aimed off at Zelda. Her white hair is bundled into a high bun with the stick run through it and a couple of loose strands snapping sideways in the wind; the round red-framed glasses catch the low sun as a hot bar of glare, and beneath them the red eyeshadow is sharp against pale skin. One eye is squeezed shut, the other wide behind the lens, her grin lopsided with a flash of teeth, chin lifted so she is looking up and across at Zelda from under her brows. The crouch compresses her shadow into a short dark puddle under the ledge and drags her coat tails out behind her. Zelda stands above and to the right on the higher surviving slab of the ruin, one boot forward on the edge, her weight settled on the back hip so her body angles into a soft diagonal toward Purah. Her long blonde hair runs back from the parted bangs into the crown braid, the loose length of it lifted and combed out sideways by the same wind, the hairclip glinting where it pins the braid; the earrings and the fine jewelry at her throat catch the light in small hard sparks. She has turned her head down toward Purah's pointing hand, chin tucked, and she is laughing behind a closed mouth that is trying not to be a laugh, one brow up, eyes crinkled to half-moons, a warm blush sitting high on her cheeks; both gloved hands are clasped behind her back, and her skirt presses flat to her thighs as the gust hits it. The light comes from behind and below frame-right, a low sun dropping past the ruin's shoulder: it rims Purah's hair and the steel of her hair stick in molten orange, throws Zelda's long shadow down the slab toward the camera, and leaves the undersides of both faces in cool violet shadow -- which is why the sun reads as a warm bar across Purah's glasses and a thin line along Zelda's jaw. The wind is made visible by the grass on the lower terrace bending all one way, by the loose strands and the braid and the coat tails streaming, and by dust and seed fluff drifting up past the pillar in the middle distance. Beyond them the ruins stair away in silhouette layers, the grass burning gold at the top edges and the hollows gone blue. Palette is sunset gold and warm stone ochre against cool violet shadow, with Purah's red frames and red eyes a deliberate hot accent and Zelda's blue-and-white dress the cool counterweight; nothing else is admitted. Clean linework, gentle smooth glossy skin, expressive eyes, warm and playful.Lee Hunter33
character: purah, princess_zelda 2girls, purah, princess_zelda, long oversized puffer coats, big hoods up, hoods drawn forward over the head, hogtied, bound wrists behind back, bound ankles drawn up behind, gagged tightly, cleave gag pulled taut, looking at each other, eye contact, from side, close-up, cramped confined space, darkness, prone on side, red eyes, white hair, short hair, hair bun, hair stick, round red-framed glasses, red eyeshadow, black gloves, blonde hair, long hair, braid, parted bangs, green eyes, glossy skin, clean linework, expressive eyes, facing each other, side profile, fabric compression The camera sits low and level with them at close range, so the frame is almost entirely filled by the two of them pressed together on their sides inside a space barely wider than their bodies -- a lightless cavity of packed dark, its walls close enough that the big hoods of the puffer coats touch the surface on every side and the quilted baffles of the two coats are crushed flat where they meet the enclosure and where they meet each other, the fabric puckering into tight horizontal ridges at every compressed line. They face each other, head to head; the hood of Purah's coat is drawn right up and forward so its padded rim crowds around her cheek, white hair escaping in short loose strands across the dark fur of the opening, her round red-framed glasses catching the single light, red eyeshadow smudged at the outer corners of narrowed red eyes fixed on Zelda. Zelda's hood is up the same way, its rim pressed to the quilted shoulder of Purah's coat, blonde bangs parted against her brow and her long braid jammed back inside the collar, its tail pushed up along her spine under the puffed fabric; her green eyes are open and angled straight into Purah's. Both are hogtied inside the coats: wrists bound together at the small of the back with the coat sleeves shoved up and bunched at the elbow, ankles pulled up behind them so the heels of their boots hover near their bound hands and the taut quilting of the coats strains across their backs, seams lifted, each body bowed by the tie. A cloth gag runs tight through each of their mouths, cinching the corners of the lips and sinking a shallow groove into each cheek, wet-dark where it crosses the lips. The one light comes from a thin sliver of an opening somewhere above and out of frame, raking down across the hood rims, the glass of Purah's lenses and the damp line of both gags, and leaving everything behind and below them in solid, unrelieved black; the only colour that reads is white hair and pale gold braid, two red lens rims, and the deep matte tones of the two coats. The sliver's light dies a hand's width into the space, so the walls fall away into pure dark and the two hooded heads float in it, breath misting the cold air between their faces. Intimate, tense.Lee Hunter22#젤다의 전설#프루아
furry girl, streaked hair, skin fang, :3, halterneck sweater, hair ornament, solo:1.5, cowboy shot, mesugaki smile, 1girl, anthro, furpurah, furry, snout, white fur, red eyes, animal ears, big hairbun, medium hair, white hair, golden ornamented hairpin, hair ornamentpaower
