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
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итGorgeous PurahИКБ Точка сборки33#The Legend of Zelda#Purah#The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
character: purah, link two characters, 2girls and 1boy, purah \(hyrule warriors\), link, white hair, hair bun, hair ornament, hair stick, red eyes, red eyeshadow, round glasses, pointy ears, blonde hair, sidelocks, blue eyes, long oversized puffer coat, big hood up, hood over head, puffer jacket, quilted fabric, gagged, cloth gag, cleave gag, tightly bound, rope, hogtie, wrists bound behind back, ankles bound, bound wrists and ankles together, prone, lying on side, bent legs, cramped space, confined, dark, looking at another, eye contact, facing each other, close-up, from above, dutch angle, confined interior, no text The camera hangs directly overhead in a steep top-down view, tilted a few degrees into a dutch angle, looking down into a cramped crawlspace barely wider than the two bodies jammed inside it — a narrow closed wooden cavity whose rough plank walls press close on every side, its low ceiling grazing the crowns of two enormous quilted hoods. Purah lies on her left side, knees drawn up, shoulder pressed to splintery timber; her short white hair escapes the fur-trimmed rim of her big puffer hood in loose strands across her forehead, a hair stick skewered through the small white bun at her crown, round red-framed glasses pushed slightly askew by the hood's bulk, red eyeshadow smudged at the outer corners of her half-lidded eyes. Link lies opposite her, turned in on his right side so the two of them face each other nose to nose across a handspan of dark air, blonde sidelocks crushed flat under his own deep hood and spilling over his cheekbones, one long pointed ear poking free of the quilted rim. Both coats are absurdly long and oversized, the baffled nylon ballooning around their bound bodies so the arms seem to vanish into the bulk, the hem folding and stacking in deep quilted ridges against the floorboards, collars and hoods standing up around their faces in thick padded rings. Behind each back, coarse rope cinches their wrists to their ankles in a tight hogtie, the line running from wrist to ankle in one taut doubled strand, heels pulled up toward the small of the back so the puffer hems crush together; a broad cloth gag is knotted hard across each mouth, cutting into the soft quilted collar, dimpling their cheeks, the fabric damp and pulled taut at the corners of their lips. Their eyes are locked: Purah's chin tipped down, looking up through her lashes at him with a narrow, furious, unblinking defiance; Link's head tilted toward hers, one brow arcing, eyes wide and steady on her face, breath audible in the shared inch of air; neither turns to the lens. The only light is a thin blade of pale amber spilling through a single crack between the ceiling planks, laying a bright stripe across the two hood crowns, glinting off the lenses of her glasses, catching the wet sheen of the gags and the glossy skin of their cheekbones, while the rest of the cavity falls into deep blue-black shadow that swallows the far walls and makes the space read as endless and suffocatingly small. Palette held to warm nylon tones against cold near-black: the light stripe amber, the shadows blue-black, the coats muted olive on him and deep maroon on her, rope and gag cloth a dusty flax. Condensation beads on the nylon where warm breath meets cold quilted fabric, and the trapped air fogs the inside of her glasses in a crescent across the upper rim. Clean linework, gentle colors, smooth glossy skin tones, expressive eyes. Claustrophobic, defiant.Lee Hunter11#The Legend of Zelda#Link#Purah
итWinter festive PurahИКБ Точка сборки44#The Legend of Zelda#Purah#The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
The Legend of Zelda Purahsanmerson clay#The Legend of Zelda#Purah#The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
The Legend of Zelda Purahsanmerson clay#The Legend of Zelda#Purah#The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom
