#BUT I HAVE FINALLY SURFACED

[bohemiandeer]

Day 1 Viktober: Toy Boat

It was the first thing he woke up to, and the last thing he expected. Hell, it was in pieces when he last saw it, from when the one day, he dismantled it in anger. Yet the little toy boat in nearly all its glory sat perfectly content right there on his desk, as intact as the day he packed it into some of his bags and ran away. Even if Viktor could tell that, it wasn't his work that put it back together again. He could tell some of the more damaged plating had been replaced, with little bits of bronze and other pieces of scrap metal intricately worked in where the exterior otherwise would've missed gaps thanks to Viktor's frustrated dismantling of the thing. There were parts of the boat that he didn't remember being there originally, and parts where the originals simply went missing over the years.

A part of him was actually impressed in his bafflement as he stared at it, inspecting every single little inch of the toy as if it was one of his more advanced creations. He didn't dare pick it up, he wanted to resist the urge, but eventually it wasn't long until it sat, cradled in a metal hand, spinning one of the rutters tentatively with a finger. How did he or whoever was responsible for this, even get the parts? He thought he threw them out. Yet here he is, staring at one of his oldest creations, in awe with it just as when he was when he first finished it as a young boy. Viktor was simply at a loss for words over it as he stared and rotated the little boat around in his hand to stare even more at the craftsmanship. It was about as big as his hand now, resting in his palm as he tipped it up a little to see that even the horn and the little balcony, they were still there. He wondered if it still worked.

But first, he wanted to know where it even came from and how his toy boat all the sudden came to be gingerly sat up on his desk so that it was right in his face the moment he woke up from his sleep. Yet, he couldn't come to any conclusion as to how, until he looked over in the corner of the house by the windowsill. Viktor wanted to know if she was still there, but, it wasn't long until that question answered itself. He couldn't see the girl by the windowsill, but he could hear her, tinkering away at, something, somewhere his desk. A groggy scan through of the lab provided nothing, it was as if she had disappeared like a ghost, even when he could sense her presence. Viktor knew she was small but surely not so small as to be practically invisible. It wasn't until he leaned over his desk to look at the other side, however, that he got his answer. There she was, the child. A small, dark skinned little thing safe for the thick web like patches of buckskin coloured skin that took up half her form, hidden from his angle even further with a head of messy dark brown hair. Her mismatched eyes more intent on the little metal bird in her hands that she had been tinkering with than the man leaned over the desk, regarding her with golden eyes. That was at least until the youngster eventually figured out she was being watched, and gradually, tilted up her head to stare back at him with big eyes as he carefully came to cradle the boat in both hands.

“Did you- Build this?��

He asked pensively with a soft nod towards the boat, as if gesturing to it. His demeanour was calm yet stern, hiding his astonishment. As if the adolescents' eyes weren't big enough already, they were almost as big as saucers as he spoke.

Though out of fear or surprise Viktor couldn't discern all that well as of yet. He could try as hard as he could but Einin overall was never quite the easiest to read, especially for one who spoke best the language of silence. The silence between them was thick but, when wasn't it? There's always been quiet around them yet, it wasn't a tense one. Instead, he got his answer as Einin slowly put her things down and signed in response. Through what little Viktor could understand from the sign language, he got his confirmation.

I fixed it, yes.

Einin signed slowly. Her head tilted to the side a little to regard him better with her natural eye as he put the boat down, handling it still like a fragile arte fact that could break in his hands at any moment now, too afraid to damage it.

“Why?”

He mused softly, wondering out loud more than actually asking the question. To which, the adolescent's lips parted and after a long moment of contemplation, she finally spoke in a voice soft and light but raspy, tinted in an accent much the same as his.

“- I couldn't bear to see it broken apart. So I fixed it for you.”

“It’s pretty…”

She uttered quietly in a voice barely used as she picked up her tools and contraption, tilting her head down timidly to resume her work. There was something child-like in that response, that made him think even more of himself when he was a boy in the sheer flustered timidity of it. Overall, it wasn't long until slowly, his more calm yet aloof exterior gave way and he couldn't fight the urge to smile anymore. Just this once.

A small, nostalgic yet melancholic smile tugged at the corners of his face as he gave a soft sigh. His tall, large frame receded back over the desk as he sat back down, crossing his arms over the expanse of metal and wood as he rested his chin in his arms, playing once again, with one the boat rutters in thought.

“-Thank you… I never thought I’d be able to see it again.”

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

[a-snowpoff]

He’s bragging about how things went at the PTA meeting. Very classy, very mindful, very demure.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

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[onaperduamedee]

Your body no longer feels like your own.

[momentofmemory]

— you're somebody else, flora cash

↳ @sceosource day 3

[buwheal]

How is your hand doing? Is it still bleeding, at all?

[bear-bear-bear-bear-bear]

jaheira please im trying to have a serious conversation

[transmascutena]

when someone comes out of episode 31 and 32 still believing nanami is in love with touga

[rcmclachlan]

what if i put my life in your hands? what if i took your life in mine?

[doodle-empress66]

I loved this episode addressing Millie and how she feels sometimes in her relationship with Moxxie. It a plot line I feel will come again in later episodes. Also, how Moxxie is kind of a jealous bitch a little

[my-fancy-hat]

HE DEADASS CONFESSED BRO

[ruelin024]

Of course I've gotta make fanart for you. 😙 @littleyukki5033

Yukki: "Hey some of them tried to kill me at first, but we're all friends now. Come here."

[bulbabutt]

so me n sibling finished rise rewatch with all the newfound turtle lore after our big tmnt media binge......... many feelings i wanna get out

firstable........ how anyone watched this show and didnt think those were the ninja turtles in purest form i will never understand. like you cannot deny any of these characters being the same characters but with new roles to fill. raph is the protector. mikey is the heart. leo is the strategist. donnie is the brain. it just created a new dynamic, but never strayed very far from what came before

second....... take the ninja turtles and just hammer home a story about generational trauma and healing from it, giving them strength from how much they love and trust each other.... you break my heart wide open i am crying

to me they are the best amalgamation of all the turtles who came before them like: silly and sweet like 87, they have this close familial understanding unconditional love like 03, and this overarching story of bringing a family back together like 12

started this watch of all turtle media because rise on its own felt so good, but having gone back and seen all the other pieces i was missing makes me appreciate what it was doing more, because i felt every other series and movie in this one in spirit, but with the ideals of the modern cartoon saying: hey kids, its okay to ask for help, youre not alone, your feelings matter, and the people around you should support you

and on top of that, obviously the most visually stunning version to date, utilizing years of lessons learned from western cartoons and anime, meshing together in breathtaking action, but also having the most hilariously snappy comedic animation that uses what seem like cheap movements of a frame to make every line of dialogue all the more hysterical, and having these very expressive characters be able to be very subtle in the touching emotional moments.

i genuinely love this show so much and i feel really stupid for not having watched it sooner, and the fact it is the shortest of all the shows that never got the chance to finish its story makes me so sad. but at least what story it did get to tell was beautiful.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Mirrored Heavens

conclusion to a high fantasy trilogy set in a world inspired by pre-colonial america

Serapio, the newly crowned Carrion King, rules Tova, and tries to keep his power as enemies try to destroy him

Xiala is back among her people on the island of Teek - tries to learn about her newfound powers, and survive the violent occupation of her people

Naranpa is on a journey to control her Sun God powers to save Tova, while Iktan searches for her

[theactualsunshinechild]

*banging my fists against the wall helplessly, tears streaming down my face*

MY RAREPAIR STILL HASN'T INTERACTED AND AT THIS POINT I'M NOT SURE THEY EVER WILL