#facelessreflections

[dreamawoken]

// give me 6 chara.cters to make fan.art of pt.3!

1. Avatar.Kyoshi for @rxnegades (First time draw.ing her! turned out okay for a sketch!) 2. OC Sai for @facelessreflections (omg I hope he looks okay???) 3. Anna for @thearendellianheir (she heckin adorbs) 4. Eev.ee for @clusterphuckings (I did this one first because the cutness was too much to wait for!) 5. Sifu hotman for @honorforged (floofy hair zu.zu!) 6. Kat.ara or Ma.ko for @makoxie (i fuckin' murdered him. omg im so sorry)

[hiro-of-hyrule]

Master Kohga's Bouquet

》 Inspiration Post

[crownshattered-a2]

Continued from here with @facelessreflections~

The mask worn by the other perfectly concealed his expressions, yet Mipha could still sense a change in his movements as they went about this pretend-battle. Dodges became flinches, and swings became strikes. But Mipha could not decipher what had changed. Was he getting frustrated that he couldn't easily defeat her? No, that wasn't the case... Poni seemed earnest in his initial request for a spar. Mipha didn't detect a shred of arrogance in his request. This had to be something else, something she didn't know... Something she couldn't see.

And perhaps this apprehension, this uncertainty she felt facing an opponent who was steadily becoming more erratic, was distracting her. It seemed she still had much to learn herself.

Still, she endeavored to focus throughout the entire battle. The Champion saw an opening--the Yiga man leaping backwards as she had seen those within his organization do too many times before--and she took it with a pillar of water. Poni landed onto the ground before her, drenched and hunched over. Mipha believed their session had ended; after all, there was no use in continuing to fight and potentially harm an ally when he had already been struck.

She pulled her trident back so it was no longer pointed at the man, the staff held neatly in her webbed hands, and she took a few steps closer. The match had been decided. They could go again, if he so wanted, but Mipha first wanted to ensure that her sparring partner was alright. He had been frozen in place for a bit too long... " Sir, are you-- "

But he moved with a flash. Before she knew it, the man had taken hold of her trident. She wasn't prepared for another attack, and her grip on the weapon had weakened. The staff slipped from her hands with the ease of water. The three-tipped edge swung at her side, causing the Zora to cry out at the sharp pain before attempting to dash out of the way.

But the attack still landed. A clean cut through her thick, scale-coated flesh. She supposed she should be grateful she dodged--a slice was still a better injury than a stab with her honorable weapon. Mipha's hand came to rest protectively at her wounded side, and she gave her attacker a panicked look. She raised her free hand in a defensive manner; this wasn't natural, and Mipha did not believe that Poni intended to attack her. " S-Stop, the match has concluded! " she called out. But something told the Zora that Poni would not stop with words alone.

[gloryseized]

Thumb connects to Blondie's temple, his pointer and middle finger sticking upright before curling down and up a couple times. << Horse. >>

[dutyforged-archive]

@facelessreflections asked:

"Hey, you! Yes, you, over there!" A relatively tall man with a pencil-thin mustache shouts at Link, beckoning him over with a waving hand. "You interested in doing a quiz? Answer my 3 questions right, and you'll win an excellent prize."

Suspicion flickered in his gaze, though he knew better than to hastily draw his sword at every suspiciously goofy person he encountered. Arms crossed over his chest, Link gave a nonchalant shrug, his expression guarded. “A survey, huh?” he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he studied the stranger.

Supplies were running low, and the nearest stable was still two days' away. A prize could be worth a few minutes of conversing. After a moment’s pause, he sighed, resigned. “Alright, I’ll bite. Ask your questions.”

[rotinthedark]

@facelessreflections replied to your post “"... I think you guys are a little obsessed with...”:

"No such thing."

"Uh huh..."

"Don't you ever get tired of the taste? Like, sure, you feel like you can take on the world when they're cooked, and we like them too, but -- there's gotta be some variety, right? Or, are they just easier to get out here?"

[solxrflare-a]

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A single eyebrow quirked up at hearing the taunt from the other. "Feather-brain" was a new one-and while typically Revali might shoot back with something in response, he simply waited for her to put her money where her mouth was. If she didn't prove to be the archer she claimed to be, then he would need to say nothing at all to get his point across!

But then Tali drew and fired off two arrows-successfully-and he couldn't help but relax his stance. There weren't many who could wield a duplex bow, and even less that could do so correctly. That wasn't just some talent you were born with, it had to have been from training.

Of course, there was always more to learn, in his opinion.

❝ Hmm... try, you say? ❞ Revali responded with a click of his tongue-it seemed like Tali didn't think he could top that. Truly? Anyone that was deemed worthy to wield the Great Eagle Bow should be able to do at least that-or some other higher level archery ability.

So with a swift raise of his bow, he turned his head to look at the target, firing off three arrows-his usual number. Trying to show off with 5 would have gone horribly if he had faltered at all.

One struck in the center of the target, the other above and below in a perfect vertical line. ❝ I do consider that beat, you know. ❞ Revali laughed, turning back to the other with a flair of his now empty wing. ❝ Although. you are truly commendable, I'm sure. Many warriors I have met are unable to complete such a feat, duplex bow or not. May I ask how you trained to do so? ❞

[musedom-forevermore]

Starter for @facelessreflections

Exhaustion began to set in. Impa thought that she could handle it. Normally she can. Alas the waves of monsters were relentless. As soon as she cut them down more would come. She’d flee, bidding herself some time to gather her thoughts on her next moves before facing her enemy.

But it lead to this. Stuck in the corner. A cliffside to her back and monsters closing in to her front. The rain falling too heavy for her to grip onto the rocks and climb. No, she was pinned down. Stuck in this face off where her victory seemed like a gamble.

Baring down on her legs she braces her burning tired legs for her counter as the monsters close in. Her kodachi clutched in her hand as her eyes continuously scans at her enemies.

The trees around her rustle unusually and her ear twitches at the sound of something splitting the air and rain, slicing through it with a familiar high pitched whistle. An arrow cutting the natural flow.

Oh goddess… what now?