#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.”

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FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

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[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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[atalana]

so i finally cleared prometheus on 32!

(and now i can get round to testing out the other weapons bc i unlocked eos' torches and then never looked back)

[gildui]

JONATHAN PRICE » BRAVO SIX cr: John Price

GAZ ✖︎ GHOST ✖︎ SOAP ✖︎ BRAVO SIX

[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

[rowanclair]

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[transmascutena]

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

[alaskan-wallflower]

have yall seen kitbull? like that one short with the pit bull in the fighting ring and the little kitten and they become friends but everyone thinks the dog is really mean until they get a deeper look at gina bf see he’s just scared, and the cat never leaves his side no matter what because the cat loves the dog and sees its inner beauty that no one else does?

that’s johnny and dally in my head idk

[mrmeepsmadmind]

SOCIETY KEEPS KILLING ONE OF THEM BCS THEIR FRIENDSHIP WOULD BE INCAPABLE FOR GALAXIES TO HANDLE !!!!!

[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

[frmulcahy]

Finished listening to the audiobook of Conclave.

No fucking turtles 😡