#eino

[tinierweevil]

Welcome to oc topia, this is Eino, the worlds dumbest ghost hunter (he is extremely haunted and doomed by the narrative)

[tinyweevil]

Bwewewewe song poster design for my class ft. My oc!

[dt75artblog]

i heave this onto the table with a loud thud

[ruyaceres]

who: @einolegion when: current day where: astoria

With trembling fingers, Rüya unshackled as many prisoners as she could, murmuring apologies when they flinched from her touch. Some disappeared into the shadows of their cells, others spat at her bare feet, but there wasn't time to reconcile. A low moan began to crawl up the hull. Rüya turned sharply, her bloodied hand still outstretched from the last a’dam she’d wrenched apart.

Around them, the vessel's steel walls curled inward like burning paper. Light bled through the cracks, searing their eyes. Pressure imploded, then roared outward, unmaking everything it touched.

For one breathless second, Rüya thought death had finally claimed her—and she welcomed it. The Kossith had carved her into an instrument, hollowed her out, forced her hands to break every oath she’d ever sworn. But the sea rose like a wall, meeting her body with a crack. Water surged down her throat, seizing her lungs and drowning her screams. Above, pieces of the dreadnought rained across the starless sky like meteors. Black waves crashed into the witch from every angle. With a gasp, her hand collided with something slick, and she clung to it until time unravelled.

Akanis’s laughter echoed from a summer long-gone, too bright for the gloom she drifted in. A gull shrieked overhead. Luna had her arms around her, while the sounds of Progress Day erupted in the distance. Blood dried in the corners of her mouth. Zeliha, brows knitted in concentration, hovered above a penetrating wound. Rüya’s voice gently guided her through the sutures. The sun blistered her skin.

The coastline she’d been rescued from as a child waited on the horizon. The tide had carried her back. She washed ashore like driftwood, half-submerged in the foaming shallows. And then, one last memory—a voice she hadn’t heard in ten years.

Rüya’s cracked lips curled into a smile. And the dark took her again.

[vyrim]

Giving the trio some attention.

[falkea]

I’m officially a clone mom, welcome my son Eino

[ask-creepyshy]

Some sketches i did with my OCs (Miriam, Alienor, Eino and farmer River from the game Stardew Valley)

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[elddansurin]

Yeve and Eino, the glacier boys

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