#symbel

way back in 2020 i did these fairypunk trilogy moodboards for a costume design assignment and i just realized i never posted them on here??? which is crazy bcuz i was so proud of them. more notes & scrapped designs under the cut

4.”Light” with O’Brien in the green room

5.”Game” with Sarah and Marjolein

6.”Radio” with Rachel and Mascot

7.”Tunnels” with Constance, Shira, Jane and Symbel

They're a 10 but...

⤳   @symbel, starfire, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ wildly rushing into danger isn't courage. ›

That sensation of a sharp pain's been as of late more a stranger to Rogue than an old familiar; it stings her nose as she sniffs, and with an unpracticed, careless action she rubs the back of her hand along the base of her nose. Does make the pain subside, fairly quick at that, but she can tell by the blood smeared across the brown leather of her gloves that it's a surefire sign of something gone haywire. She's weak. Right now she's playing the role of liability; not much hope of her being of use to anybody if she doesn't recover her powers sometime soon, or take someone else's. Brows knit to a furrow and she spares a glance towards Koriand'r, admittedly a bit bashful in her expression. She's not real used to not being useful.

 ‍ such a sentiment would have made her heart soar, once. or at least, the heart of a much younger, brighter girl; a naive girl who took for granted the blessed life and family she already had. instead, it now settles uncomfortably in the tangle of heartstrings in her chest. it catches her breath in her throat, pulls a corner of her mouth into a frown before she can think about it.

“ my, aren’t you a delightful intrigue ” for those that occupy that peculiar grey area between the two states of being did pique her interest. she didn’t truly care , unlike the other gods of death , yet still the being here in front was a facination. “ do you not find this earth rather dull after so long walking the mortal plains ? ”

" Rise, my hero. There's no need to remain on your knees. " To link, from hylia

Meme Tag -- @symbel

Even though her words were kind, Link still swayed under the weight of them, the speech somehow having a presence all its own as it floated through the air. Hand curling into a fist where it rested on his knee, he took a sharp breath in, bracing himself, before he pulled himself to his feet. The kneeling hadn't been on purpose, forced down by the mere presence of the other--a habit perhaps of a life gone by--but not something he was especially thrilled about doing.

Too many questions danced through his mind, colliding with each other while fueled by a simmering anger that swirled in his gut. He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't help feel like he shouldn't. He was the chosen one of legend, the Hero to push back against the Darkness.

" You may tell me. I want to know your truth. "

And her voice cut through him again. Link couldn't tell if she read her mind or that his inner conflict simply reflected on his face--probably a mixture of the two. Taking a steadying breath, he began.

Tapping at his chest, he tapped his pointer finger to his temple, shaking his head as he brought his hands together. He ended by pointing at the goddess. << I don't believe in you. >> His hands trembled with barely contained emotion. Why now? Why did she appear now after being silent for so long? What had Zelda done to earn such silence? Such disregard? And then for Demise to destroy everything--the Castle, Castle Town, the Champions. How could that have been what was supposed to happen?