MiraiOkami
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As the other answers, he rolls in his brother’s embrace to face Eiden. They both have the same facial features, the same noses, the same lips. Sure, their hair is of different hues, but the texture is the same as well.
What’s different is their eyes.
Eiden’s ones are shining, boldly facing anything. They’re made of the most precious gems that radiate pure willpower.
Rin’s ones are more dim, as if their luster was lost somewhere along the way. They’re as if they were made of amber, holding the depths of history itself hidden inside.
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The Winter Nest for the Two of Us by MiraiOkami
Fandoms: 新世界狂歡｜NU: carnival (Video Game)
03 Sep 2025
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Kuya’s rut season was supposed to come. Usually, he’d spend it alone
at home not to bother anyone and not to show his weak, animalistic side to anyone. This
year, though, Eiden insisted that, since they’re mates, they should face it together. They’ve
talked about it a lot, discussing the risks, dangers and potential fearsome situations, but the
stubborn human has made his decisions and Kuya eventually accepted.This brought him to this day…
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The Dreams of You and You and You... And Me. by MiraiOkami
Fandoms: 新世界狂歡｜NU: carnival (Video Game)
24 Aug 2025
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Leaving the path, he walks between the neatly trimmed rose bushes and hydrangeas. Then, he passes by a flower bed full of spider lilies, trying not to pay attention to their flower meanings. Instead, he follows the grassy trail until he finds a bench-like swing. Rin stares at it for a while before sitting down, his expression uneasy.
He feels pain, he feels hunger, but most importantly--he feels lonely.
In this world evidently catered to his wish of becoming a human, Rin feels as if he’s stuck in his own, personal hell.
“I wish my brother was here, at the very least…”
He whispers to no one as he sways back and forth, making the swing start moving. -
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Reflected in its smooth, shiny surface, a small baby was lying safely in a basket. The world around that crying little human was noisy and dirty, filled with unfamiliar devices and architecture far different from anything one could find in Klein or nearby countries: fast metal carriages of many shapes and colors, people dressed up either in a way too flashy manner or wearing upsettingly similar dark-and-white uniforms, the stench of piss, alcohol and vomit filling the dirty alleys.
That world, such a hedonistic and gross one, shone like a real treasure reflected in my eyes.
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It feels like there’s something missing from his life.
He wakes up, goes to work, grabs something to eat, spends a creative evening alone or has fun at some club, and goes to sleep--that’s his daily routine. It has always been like this.
But has it?