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second chapter of Flesh & Bone is out!

here's what Aki looks like to divinity, yokai, and anything else that is Other

(picrew is 쏘세디야채볶음, i edited the eyes and cropped it)

saw smth abt how eow Zelda is Aurora, but eow link is not Hyrule

and I had thoughts, so

smth happens w echo, and shes put into that stasis.

Rift continues on, unable to focus on waking her cause the world is kinda falling apart rn, yk? and he tries, he does! but he can't devote himself to it.

anyways, chain meets Rift. then Echo.

there's no recognition beyond maybe a faint bell ring for hyrule.

when echo awakes as Aurora and sees a younger Hyrule, she realises. she says nothing.

when Aurora meets the chain, she knows. she says nothing.

when Aurora meets Rift... she says nothing, but her eyes and the way she hugs him... he understands.

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also, here have some picrews i made to try and visualize rift

(みーとめーかー2, よっこら (改), MY DOLL MAKER)

Just send in my short FBI/hacker story to my professor for the writing competition.

What I see in the dark -

I see eyes, peering at me with malicious intent, their gaze piercing my soul and claw at my skin. I bleed, it pools on the bed, the ground, there the shadows lap up my suffering. The way I cry, they adore it. If they could laugh at how I sob and hit my head, yanking out hair as if it burns me, they would cackle.

I see hands, they grab at my ankle when I try to flee the bed I'm locked in, pulling me under with no chance to take a breath. Their grip is strong, bruises line my legs and crush my bones. They wave at me, trying to tempt me to come closer. But I don't. I wouldn't dare.

I see a mouth, it's teeth eager to bite me, it's lips curled into a twisted grin, a tongue twitching eagerly at the idea of a feast. I curl under the covers and beg for my parents to save me from it. From the memories. The deepest, darkest ones. From the way it's perverse intentions change me, infecting my mind.

I see a man. He glares at me. In the mirror. The TV screen. The corner of my eye. Under the bed. Under the floorboards. In the walls. On the ceiling.

Why won't he stop.

Why won't he leave.

He's going to kill me.