oot/mm link is so fucked up like.
you are a 10 year old child, living with other children, and you are different from them. you don’t know how.
you are a child, and you have found other children, supposedly like you.
you watch as your newest friend is torn from you, leaving only an ocarina and knowledge of a sword behind.
you pull the sword from its pedestal and the world goes white.
when you awaken, you are a child in a 17 year old’s body, and the world has turned to ruin in your absence.
you are a child in an adult’s body, yet you begin your quest to defeat the evil that took your friend from you.
you have gotten used to being in a 17 year old’s body, but the first friend you made in your new world has just sent you back to relive the childhood he believes was stolen from you, without even asking your permission. he does not know you’ve gotten used to this life.
you remember your previous life, in this new one. he would not have known.
you are 9 years old. you are an adult in a child’s body.
you face a demon puppeting a child’s body.
you have three days until the moon crashes. the moon crashes. you play a tune, and you have three days until the moon crashes.
you try not to think of yourself when you look at the skull kid, wearing the mask of the demon controlling them.
you try not to think of them when you tear the souls from others and craft them into masks. the agony of donning them is enough.
you do not know how old you are. you are 9 years old. you do not know how many times you have lived three days. you are not 9 years old.
you hold the power of a god in your hands.
you wear the power of a god on your face. you are a god in a child’s body.
you do not know what you are.
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Day thirty-one: Laura Palmer
Laura! Without her there would be no story, but who was she? I couldn’t think of what to draw for this, because her character is (of course) only represented in the show through others, remembering her more for what they wanted her to be than how she truly was. It may sound silly because she’s just a fictional character, but I wanted to draw something that felt true to her, rather than one of the empty tropes she embodies (prom queen/dead girl/doppelganger). I was working on previous prompts and watching the first episode of season two, where the Palmers, the Haywards, and Maddy are having their dinner party. Harriet read the poem she wrote about Laura and it struck me as being so authentic, and so unlike any other characters’ tribute to her, that I decided to use that as my foundation. I am really happy with this, I feel like I’ve done right by Laura which is what I set out to do with this last drawing.
ID: A black and white drawing. In the right is Laura Palmer, wearing a skirt and a sweater with her back towards us, looking over her shoulder. There is a white glow around her figure. Beyond her is a dark forest with trees white trees and branches that fold over her. To the left is the text from the poem by Harriet Hayward.
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me @ me: stop thinking about your 'permanently on hiatus' teen Inquisitor fic. it's been 7 years. you are so busy right now you don't have time to pick this back up
me @ me: she was ELEVEN when the mage rebellion started. she was sent to the Templars as a political maneuver to bolster her family's reputation when she was EIGHT. her sister died in her arms days before they received word of the conclave. and you're just going to abandon her. wow
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