#draxum raises the turtles

[bambiraptorx]

the urge to say that some of the MCMT boys have been in/ are in therapy versus the fact that therapy as a concept is at odds with some of my world building for Hidden City culture--i.e. the idea that asking about someone's life/personal experiences is extremely rude in part because it could dredge up unwanted memories of trauma, and that's in many ways literally the intent and practice of therapy

[weirdotheweirdness]

Just a little turtle and his Simurgh (and a little more)

[angelpuns]

Separated Au idea where Leo is raised by someone else and Splinter honestly didn't even know there were 4 turtles there so he's just as surprised as everyone else that there's another one. I just think it'd be funny.

[turtleblogatlast]

Mikey and Leo episode centered around Mikey wanting to push Leo and Draxum together since Leo’s the most reluctant to give Draxum any grace (for good reason!) But, thinking on the spot, Leo says he’s gotta go do something for Hueso and “just can’t hang out right now 😔” (yes, he says the emoji out loud.)

Mikey calls his bluff and now the three of them (Mikey having grabbed a weary Draxum along) go to Hueso’s to find that yes, he actually does have a job for him. Said job asks for Leo to go with Hueso to deliver multiple pizzas to this giant yokai quite a distance away, and Hueso figured it would probably go better with Leo’s help (emphasis on probably.)

Well, Mikey decides that this would be a great bonding opportunity for them and basically invites he and Draxum along. Unfortunately for Leo, Hueso doesn’t care enough to wave away more help, though he does side-eye the wanted criminal Baron Draxum coming with them. But who is he to judge? (This choice has consequences.)

The journey goes about as terribly as you’d expect, but at least the pizzas get delivered on time.

[thedawningofthehour]

Went to the plant nursery today for Mother's Day and all I could think about was Draxum taking his shitty kids to one and driving them all insane.

Donnie is the only one who follows him but all Draxum does is meander around and compare plants to the color scheme he has in his head and ask for opinions he doesn't listen to. Even Donnie's love for plants can't sustain him and he wanders off.

Meanwhile the other kids are checking out the weird garden ornaments and taking selfies in front of the funny ones.

[other-fan-fiction]

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN OOZE

This is a great fanfic on a fairly mature topic. A beautiful portrayal of difficult family relationships, stress, expectations and abuse... SUMMARY: Raised by Draxum as the weapon to help restore the yōkai to the surface, Purple would do anything for the yōkai that saved him from Lou Jitsu’s flames.But twelve years after the incident that left him permanently scared, three turtle mutants threaten his way of life and his father’s goals of yōkai domination.Will he be able to stop them from ruining their plans in time? Or will he create unbreakable bonds with these turtles who’ve been brainwashed by the same man who abandoned Purple all those years ago? DONATELLO-centric fanfic <3 Cover made with the song: Simple Plan- Perfect https://www.tumblr.com/risebto @risebto

[its-wabby-stuff]

Introducing

Sp-Raphael

Just a normal dude who needs some help finding his dog. It’s a normal dog. And it’s definitely his. Will you help?

Spoiler:

[forgetful-nerd]

Baby!Donnie: Da-

Splinter: what is that purple? We're you going to say “Dada?” Say “Dada!”

Baby!Donnie: DEATH!

Splinter: Hmmmm, “Dada.”

Baby!Donnie: DOMINATION!

Splinter: umm, “Dada?”

Baby!Donnie: Destruction. Domination.

Draxum: *clearly prideful* Nice.

[froggy-puddles]

I have gotten an idea for a Rottmnt Au where Mikey is raised by Draxum, but instead of being trained to be Baron's soldier he recognises the social skills and compassion our turtle has

So Mikey kinda becomes a face man/spokesman for his cause

It probably has been already done and I don't have a strong concept yet but I still want to draw at least a small one-page comic or sth

The problem is that Mikey is the only turtle I have trouble drawing xD

So now I'll be spending most of my time trying to learn to draw our guy

Also I think that Michelangelo wouldn't have mystic powers in this AU (at lest not at the start) as he doesn't have that connection with his brothers

(He believes they died when a human named Lou Jitsu destroyed the lab)

[extrasfromthevoid]

Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 2/?)

@tmntbestsibscompetiton

Summary: Draxum continues to be figure out how to balance being a father with molding his found child into a weapon of war.

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Teaching Spawn to speak is a slow, arduous process, but a steady one. Draxum is starting with the standard surface tongue for now as it sees the widest use, even down in the Hidden City, but he intends to teach Spawn his native language at a later date. No sense in confusing the child’s small brain more than he has to.

Spawn still wakes crying most nights and then subsequently wakes him, either with her noise or by somehow clambering into his bed chambers and burrowing under his covers. However, the longer her lessons continue, the more intelligible her descriptions of her night terrors becomes. And they’re suspiciously consistent.

A hypothesis percolates in the back of his mind, but it's so out there that it can't possibly be true. Right?

Then one night, over the course of Draxum’s nightly observation of his young charge, he notices something in the darkness. A glow. So faint that he can only see it in near total darkness, but there is definitely a gentle golden light leaking from under Spawn’s eyelids.

Now, Draxum sits by Spawn’s bedside, bent over with his chin level to the mattress, utterly mesmerized as he watches her eyes twitch under her eyelids and small snatches of golden light leak out.

One possibility comes to Draxum’s mind as he recalls Spawn’s earlier behavior and testimonies, and the prospect excites him greatly. To think his hopeful little hypothesis actually held water!

“Incredible…,” he quietly marvels. “A human with an innate mystic gift…and such a rare one at that…!”

And he just found her wandering through the Hidden City! What luck he had to just stumble across something so rare. If Draxum thought that Spawn being his care was for the better before, he is beyond certain of it now. If Spawn’s innate gift is what Draxum thinks it is, then the humans would have had no idea how to guide her. Worse, they would have no doubt stifled and squandered her gift out of the ignorance that characterizes the human race.

Knowledge of the future is a heavy burden to bear, after all. But under Draxum’s tutelage, Spawn will bear it well.

——— “Keep your focus, Spawn!” Draxum bellows.

“Yes, Baba!"

One of Draxum’s plant constructs swings a coiled fist at the small child darting between its legs, armed only with a short blade. The construct only narrowly misses her as she rolls to the side at the last second. Draxum huffs, pleased.

Draxum purposefully made the construct to be fairly slow and lumbering, and its vines are soft rather than covered in rigid bark. Even if Spawn failed to dodge, she wouldn’t suffer terrible injury. After all, this would all be pointless if Spawn died or was badly injured during a mere training exercise.

Draxum watches on, intrigued as Spawn grabs onto the vines making up the construct’s fist as it pulls back, letting it pull her up with it. Using the momentum, Spawn climbs up the construct’s arm with impressive dexterity, slashing some of its densely coiled vines as she goes, using one to swing herself further up the creature as it quickly unravels and the creature tries to swat at her with its other hand. On its shoulder, Spawn drives her blade deep into the construct’s throat, swinging herself across the construct, dragging her blade along and severing the construct’s head. The construct stills for a moment before losing all structural integrity and collapses into a mess of vines.

Spawn tucks and rolls as the construct falls out from under her, springing back up onto her feet directly in front of Draxum, stumbling a little before standing attention with a proud grin on her face.

“Very good,” Draxum says

Spawn grins wider.

“If that was your first time,” Draxum finishes.

The grin falters and the child grows sheepish, as Draxum runs through the laundry list of mistakes she made during the exercise.

Granted, Draxum is truly impressed by the speed at which Spawn is improving. She’s grown into an excellent warrior despite her young age. If Draxum hadn’t known better, he’d conclude that Spawn had literally been made for combat, impossible though that is. But he can’t let her rest on her laurels and grow complacent. After all, if she is to lead Draxum’s army to take the surface back from the humans, Spawn will need to be more than excellent.

She will need to be perfect.

“Now. Why don’t we start with your landing?”

——— Spawn sits in the chair, her right arm belted down securely to the armrest, watching as Baba putters around his lab. She doesn’t really know or understand the specifics of what he’s doing, but knows the basic idea well enough. Baba is creating something that is supposed to make her stronger. Something that well ensure she can keep up with the army she’s meant to lead, and maybe even outpace them.

Baba had been rambling about this powerful entity that had appeared to protect the humans with strength and power far outstripping theirs. Again, most of it went over Spawn’s head, but Baba had been giddy with glee at finally attaining a usable sample of DNA from this entity, bragging that he would use it to further augment Spawn.

Spawn would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, but she trusts Baba. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t think she would be safe.

Baba turns towards Spawn with a syringe of glowing green liquid, a solemn look on his face.

Spawn’s anxiety churns uncomfortably in her stomach at the sight of the needle.

“Are you ready, Spawn?” Baba asks gently.

Spawn nods, pointedly looking away from the syringe before she can lose her nerve and probably her lunch.

A cold, sterile swab is rubbed over Spawn’s upturned wrist. The spot numbs slightly and then Spawn feels the needle prick her wrist, sliding expertly into her vein.

Spawn doesn’t see when Baba pushes the plunger down, but she feels it as the moment the serum enters Spawn’s body, her nerves are alight with blinding pain. Only the straps buckled around her wrist and the crook of her elbow keeps Spawn from jerking her arm away from the offending needle, but even those creak and strain ominously as Spawn bucks in her seat as the pain quickly spreads. It feels like liquid fire is being injected into her veins, so unlike the concoctions Baba has used on her to ensure her health that feel like nothing at all.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

A scream tears itself from Spawn’s throat, raw and primal as she feels her body burn from the inside, before she even realizes.

Finally, Baba pulls the needle out just as the straps restraining her arm finally give and snap. Spawn feels the leather cut her skin, but whatever pain it produces is utterly and totally eclipsed by what roars in her veins. She pulls her arm close to her in a futile effort to dim the pain that rapidly spreads through her. Blind with this agony, Spawn tries to scratch at her arm, hoping futilely to claw the offending poison out if she had to. Her nails were surely sharp enough to pierce her own flesh.

Except her clawing fingers are ripped away again and again until it gets through to her—even in her frenzied and pain-blinded state—that something won’t let her claw her own veins out.

All she can do is continue to scream and writhe, tears streaming down her face as the pain rips and stabs and burns and breaks.

Distantly, Spawn thinks she hears Baba frantically speaking above her, but the pain is louder than his words, especially as she feels his calloused hands on her as she nearly thrashes out of the chair. His touch—usually a comfort to her—feels like a hot iron pressing against her skin, and she jerks away with a wounded yelp.

Spawn keeps screaming.

And screaming.

She screams until her voice is all gone and even after that, even though she is still consumed with immeasurable pain. Movement hurts. Stillness hurts. Touch hurts. The lack of touch hurts. Her perception of the world has been abruptly narrowed to this overwhelming pain, her thoughts wholly consumed by her misery.

Her every nerve is alight and all they have to announce is pain, inescapable and unending.

She wants to keep screaming. She needs to. If she stops, she’ll have nothing to distract from the pain she’s in and it’s already bad enough even as she screams her little lungs out. But her voice has been wrung out, reduced to choked gargles and whispers that do little to drown the deafening roar of her agony.

Spawn doesn’t know exactly when it happens, but her vision goes dark and she throws herself willingly into its depths. Anything to escape this pain. — When she wakes, Spawn finds herself cradled in her Baba’s lap, his head bowed and eyes ringed in dark circles, visible in the firelight of the parlor even in his sleep. The roaring pain has dulled to a persistent but much more bearable bone-deep ache. Her throat is dry and hurts the most of all.

Shifting minutely to get more comfortable, Baba jerks awake, looking around the room frantically before looking down at her with wild eyes.

“Spawn!?” He exclaims. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

“Sore…,” Spawn rasps. She grimaces. “And thirsty…”

In an instant, Baba is up, carrying Spawn in his arms. Spawn winces as she’s jostled, but Baba is beyond gentle as he carries her into the kitchen.

Baba is silent as he prepares a lidded cup for Spawn to drink from, holding her in the crook of one arm the whole time.

Spawn wants to gulp down the contents of the offered cup, but Baba keeps her intake slow and steady. When the whole cup is drained,

Spawn’s throat feels a little less raw.

“What happened…?” She asks hoarsely.

Baba forces a smile and sets the cup aside, clawed fingers lightly brushing her hair back from where sweat stuck it to her forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he murmurs brokenly. “I…I didn’t expect it to hurt you this much.”

Spawn leans a little into the touch, quietly thankful that even this feather-light touch doesn’t alight her nerves with agony now.

Exhaustion creeps back in, dragging her eyes closed.

“I forgive you,” she mumbles before sinking back into the depths of sleep, safe and secure in her Baba’s embrace. ——— (Previous) (Next)

[bambiraptorx]

As I mentioned in this post (technically in its tags), GMTT! Raph will try to eat anything that fits in his mouth. He's a giant toddler what did you expect Draxum

[goodlucktai]

In the human!Splinter AU, Lou Jitsu is such a prominent figure, it’d be really easy for someone like Big Mama or even Draxum to find him…

that’s true !! thankfully draxum is going to come around a lot quicker in this au, and big mama doesnt like her odds against both him AND yoshi. and god forbid she even LOOK at the turtles in any type of way, bcus then aprils mom would kill her with her bare hands ☺️

i know there’s angst potential here but i’m not into it. this is essentially the one big happy family au

[spinoff-antithesis]

rottmnt separated au but whoever gets stuck with big mama winds up becoming besties with her assistant

[thedawningofthehour]

I was thinking more about how Yokai life stages are so different from ours and what kind of effect that would have on everything else. Like, if we assume their life cycles is similar to that of a human, just on a much longer scale, then a Yokai could be in their 'child-bearing years' for literally centuries. (I mean, it all depends on the Yokai and the life cycle of their source DNA and how much they inherited from that, but assuming most of them are more human-like) And their kids do take slightly longer to mature, but not by that much.

I've already figured that there's much less of a push to get people having babies as soon as they can-they've got so much time, and especially since Yokai are generally healthier and less susceptible to disease they're expecting most of those kids to survive to adulthood. That would just be a lot of babies, and rapid population growth would really put a strain on resources. So even though Yokai are legal adults at 20 and probably reach sexual maturity around the same time as humans, having kids before you're a century old is considered super early. Like, Bella is 45, and she would practically be considered a teen mother if she had a kid now. "You're not even fifty yet, oh my god, you haven't lived! You need time on your own to figure out who you are!" (ironically, there are kids she went to school with who are grandparents now)

But anyway, considering the baby-having window is so wide and Yokai kids don't take that long to grow up, I feel like it would be the norm to have one, maybe two kids and then raise them to adulthood before having the next. That way you're not splitting your attention between a bunch of kids and can devote all your energy and resources into the one you're working on right now. Then once the kid is a young adult and doesn't really need to be actively parented anymore, then they can move onto the next one.

This also makes Draxum's decision to mutate and raise four mutant children at once even more unhinged.

[existentially-confused-crow]

I read a lot of horrible Draxum fics. But I honestly believe he would crumble SO fast.

Draxum: *desperately tries to see his creations as weapons*

His Creations: *say shit like this*

[chuchayucca]

I don’t understand why people think Draxum would be a struggling father in those parent swap AUs. He never saw the turtles as people, only as war machines. He changed his perspective once he saved humans but he still spent a good sixteen years dehumanizing them.