#papa draxum

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Completed Draxum's Nightmare Comic!

CW: PTSD, nightmare, anxiety attacks, implied character death, trauma, Mikey's hands do the snap-crackle-pop-glowstick thing

I had a fun time creating this miniseries comic, answering interesting asks about writing Draxum's character and angst ideas, and just seeing people fall to their knees over the angst I fed them.

Thanks for reading! See ya in the next comic!!

Now go get some rest.

[hasello]

Here's the (pretty old) art that kind of inspired me to do the Baby Blue comic. Wanted to do a soft moment between them, bonding - and somehow my brain went BAM, and we've got a story.

Have some VERY OLD doodles too, that were also kind of the beginning of this idea. (I'm weak for dad Draxum, if it wasn't obvious lmao)

[dryad-druid]

@thedawningofthehour this for you

the first time he called him son to his face :]

[anxietyrobot]

[dies] [comes back] [dies again]

[phykoha]

Does lee still hold grudge against barry for throwing him off that roof that day years ago?

It would be funny for barry to watch out from 2 leos now.

Lee would joke about it, but no. He wouldn't actually be upset about it anymore hfgsdfsd Barry is like a second father to the elder turtles, and they really care about him.

Lee, when first seeing Draxum, would point at him from across the room and yell "HEY. THAT'S THE GUY THAT THREW ME OFF A ROOF." before stomping over and hugging him jhfgdhsff Lee would call him 'dad' so casually ahah

[goodlucktai]

16 for the dialogue prompts?

dialogue prompts

16. “God, I’m so sorry, it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

@dandywonderous im so sorry about this in advance 🥹

x

When they were little, and they started wearing masks because Mikey wanted to be like the heroes he watched in Saturday morning cartoons, Donnie asked Splinter to cut the tails of his short so they wouldn’t get in his way.

Leo thought that was a crazy decision, because if the tails were short they wouldn’t match Raph’s. 

“So?” Donnie said, unscrewing the bottom panel of the oscillating fan he stole from Splinter’s room. 

“So what?” Leo said. 

“So what if I don’t match Raph? I don’t have to,” Donnie pointed out, a seven year old at his most reasonable.

His twin blinked, then his striped cheeks puffed out, brow furrowing, fully not understanding the question. He wanted to do everything Raphie did, but denied it when anyone told him so. 

This certain proof of that behavior made Donnie smile, quiet and indulgent the way he only ever was for his other half, but only when it was just the two of them. 

Leo whined and kicked his feet but Donnie wouldn’t tell him what was funny. 

Those long blue mask tails are sodden and heavy as Donnie shifts them out of the way, leaving a sickening trail of red where they drag against Leo’s neck and shoulder. 

They’re pinned down, what’s left of the tunnel groaning and shifting around them, at least three Technodromes filling the sky outside. Donnie can feel the hum of impending doom in his teeth. 

“Hush, Nardo,” Donnie whispers, hand clamped over Leo’s mouth hard, even though it cuts him to have to do this. “You can’t scream, mellizo. Hush.”

His twin writhes, digging at Donnie’s grip with desperate fingers. His chest is heaving, eyes wild with pain. The rosy glow of Raph’s ninpo is all they have to see by as the projection hovers above them in case of another collapse. In the dim light, Donnie can almost pretend it’s mud he’s kneeling in, warm and slick and pooling at an alarming rate from the slab of concrete that Leo’s right arm has been crushed under.  

The safe zone has been compromised. It’s devastating, but not at all surprising. Two of their scouts didn’t report in when they should have, baseline humans who didn’t have a hope of resisting the Krang’s method of interrogation, so it was only a matter of time before the enemy came knocking. 

April, Mikey and Cass have been evacuating their people and transporting supplies in and out of sunny orange portals all morning while Draxum, Hob and Usagi guarded their every move with eagle-eyed vigilance. 

Donnie, Raph and Leo were holding the Krang at bay for every extra second that they could, but they stayed out there a second too long. 

Now Leo is bleeding and the Krang hounds are prowling, their horrible faces scraping the ground as they sniff out that rich source of life, and Donnie’s mind is blank with panic. They’re trapped, and if he lets go then Leo will scream and bring death down on them, and if he doesn’t then death will come anyway, with teeth and venom.

“Shhh, Lilo,” Donnie tries to soothe, imagining Leo’s sweet, bright ‘shhh yourself, Dodo!’ in place of the uncomprehending whine he gets in response. “God, I’m so sorry. It’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Maybe we should pray, he thinks wildly. Not to god, because that would be a spectacular waste of breath, but to one of the people who left the party early and might be willing to toss a miracle or two in their direction. Papa, or Gram-gram, or April’s mom. 

The red projection surrounding them begins to shrink. Slowly, making sure the rocks above and around them won’t shift, until the ninpo is just a warm glow beneath Raph’s skin. Donnie feels a rush of relief and anticipation—Raph has a plan, Raph will tell him what to do. 

Raph puts one arm around Donnie’s shoulders and cups Leo’s face with his other hand, stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb. Blood smears beneath his fingers. His expression is hard to read in the dark underground. 

“You’ll be alright, big man,” Raph murmurs, all conviction, as if he can make it true out of sheer love. If anyone could, it would be him. Then he says, “Donnie, can you cut him out?”

The question makes his stomach lurch with nausea, bitter and acidic, but it’s a question that he can answer. After fighting in a three-turtle team for the better part of two hours, Donnie’s ninpo feels like coffee dregs left in the bottom of an empty pot. He has enough strength left that he could summon a tool for an emergency amputation, but only that. 

“Not quickly,” he says pointedly, “or quietly.”

Raph nods. He just sits there for a minute, holding them. They don’t have a minute and Raphie knows that but he’s just holding them. Donnie’s heart begins to race in a brand-new direction, some frightened thing in his very center sitting up and taking notice. 

Donatello has always been an incredible number of things, not all of them good or noble or worth bragging about, but above all else, at the end of each and every day, he was Raphael’s little brother. 

Donnie didn’t imitate him when they were kids—didn’t wear his mask tails long or find reasons to follow him around—but he was every firm hug Donnie needed to keep his skin from itching when life got too loud. He was an attentive, listening audience when Donnie had to talk about the things pingponging around in his mind without being interrupted or he’d scream. He was the large hands that held Donnie’s, the snaggle-toothed face that smiled in encouragement, when Donnie learned to walk. 

Donnie knew him fundamentally. Intrinsically. A textbook he never had to study, knowledge that grew up with him from the first moment he opened his eyes to the big, bright world. That’s how he knew what was about to happen the second before it did. 

“No,” Donnie says hoarsely. “Please don’t.” 

“Raphie’s gotcha,” Raph says warmly, the last steadfast and solid and remarkably kind thing left in the apocalypse.

He reaches down and presses the panic button on Donnie’s gauntlet. The alert activates with a bright pinging sound effect, echoing twice in their little disaster-made cavern as it’s received by Leo and Raph’s comms, and the Krang hounds nearby whine and bark in excitement. Their claws churn up earth and rock as they start to run.

Raph spares a second to press a kiss against Donnie’s temple, and another to Leo’s forehead, and then he’s gone. The light goes with him. Donnie shakes like a leaf, unreasonably cold, unable to think. 

Leo is half out of his mind by now, sobbing and jerking at his trapped limb, but all his agony is soundly drowned out by the brutal battle Raphael is leading far away from them. 

“Hush,” Donnie whispers, eyes stinging so badly he can hardly keep them open, tears dripping endlessly down his face. “It’ll be over soon.”

[dryad-druid]

Grandma Draxum slams her jug against the table releasing a puff from her mouth, in front of her was her opponent, who seemed on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Good job, kiddo!!!" she said patting her half conscious granddaughter's shoulder." I can tell you inherited my liver! Keep it up and you can get to 30 jugs!!!! HA!"

Migla looked around the rest of the room, everyone seemed to be having a good time, what a good time, after all It was Halloween and today was one of the opportunities both Migla and Atsuko had to visit their family, which were very few, being spirits and all.

"Rafael! Come here and challenge your Grandmama!!!" Migla shouted, raising another full mug in the air.

Rafael looked nervously at his grandmother's spirit. "Grandma, I'm 16."

Migla narrowed her eyes, took a drink from her jug and said. "...and?"

Raph looked confused. ".... am I not allowed to drink? Besides I don't think Papa-"

"Ha! Your dad!? You know how old your dad was when he first drank? you're an adult compared to him!" Despite being a spirit Grandma Draxum was capable of getting drunk and now she was taking advantage of it.

"Omg, seriously" Said Leo who immediately included himself in the conversation.

"Well, alcohol and wine was safer than water back then" added Donnie.

"And isn't that what you guys knew about the time he participated in a competition while kissing three guys at the same time?"

"Please! Tell!" said Mikey shaking his hands in excitement.

"Oh! I TELL YOU-"

Meanwhile Baron Draxum was being subdued by Splinter and Bella (who seemed better all of a sudden) who upon immediately noticing where this was going immediately pounced on the alchemist to prevent him from interfering.

This was going to be a very Fun Halloween.

Bella is an oc by @thedawningofthehour go read her fic.

COMISSIONS

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[izabelfeenix]

Donnie learned young that he wasn’t liked anywhere he went…

Fun facts! Bapa is a mix of Papa and Boss, and is what Donnie ended up calling Draxum lol

Donnie's glasses are actually Draxum's spare reading glasses heheh

Draxum calls him Purple because of his markings and affinity for the color, and because it took Dee a few months after Drax took him in for the lil turtle boi to get his voice working enough to give his name

Draxum might not be a good guy (at this point in the story) but at least he's a good dad!

Until later…

[softpawpup]

— caregiver ! baron draxum headcannons !! ( request from anon )

⚛ was hesitant to being a caregiver at first but now loves taking care of you and adores his kiddo(s)

📺 usually a dada caregiver but also is a big brother caregiver

🥋 panics every time you get hurt and goes a little crazy about trying to take care of you and protect you

⚛ has a really bad poker face when you're little, you're just so cute its so hard to be tough and macho

📺 loves cuddling you and spooning you

🥋 falls asleep while watching movies with you a lot

⚛ teaches you about science and magic and yokai

📺 bundles you up a bit too much when its cold outside

🥋 always tries to get you the best, most high quality halloween costumes because of course his kiddo deserves the best

⚛ likes calling you 'kiddo', 'buddy', 'baby', and 'little star'

📺 likes being called 'dada', 'papa', 'bubba', 'big brother' and 'mister'

[the-suicidal-lizard]

you are young that's your fault | (Rise!TMNT & Mom!Reader - Rise!Splinter x Reader)

Summary: HC’s of you being a Mom to the turtles, and slight Splinter x Reader.

Version: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Warnings: No? Not that I can thing of.

I’ve never written for the turtles of any kind, so I’m sorry if I do this wrong.

You met Lou by accident, and you met him through a small, mutant box turtle. A real cutie pie. You hadn’t freaked, and instead took the small, scared baby into your arms and fed him, rubbing his shell. Lou had rushed over, having realised he lost his youngest and freaked out upon seeing you.

You didn’t care. In fact, you recognised his hair style, despite the fact he was changing into a rat. You happily helped him, buying food and baby products, clothing and anything else he needed. Lou - now going by Splinter - was thankful, grateful.

It was only when the eldest - Raphael - called you “Mamma”, did Lou ask you out on a date.

Congratulations! You just gained a boyfriend and four sons! You then later gained a daughter through April, and a grandson through Shelldon. And an enemy in Big Mama. And, Draxum had so many bruises from you hitting him (how dare he hurt your family?). And eventually, a nephew in a Casey Jr.

You lived a strange life, but not one that you would change. And, with each one, you treated each child differently, depending on the child.

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Raphael:

He’s the eldest, so he gets it into his head he needs to be the eldest and stop relying on his Mom and Dad.

“You’ll always be my baby.”

Cue Raphael instantly relaxing, smiling. “I know, Ma.”

Calls you “Ma”, as a way to keep his old name for you - “Mama”.

You recall that day with fondness.

He wants hugs so badly, but he’s terrified to hurt you. But you helped raise him since he was a baby, so you know how to navigate his spikes.

You make him extra large clothes, and clothes with holes in for his spikes.

When he was leader, you would pamper him and give him a massage, because he deserved it.

You hated Ghostbear... hated him. But, you would listen to your baby talk about Ghostbear.

You made and bought him so many teddy bears for him. You're the reason he loves them so much.

Mrs. Cuddles - any time she’s on screen, you switch the channel or distract him.

His fear of loneliness used to be worse when he was little, but you told him you’d always be there, watching him, and protecting him. I mean, it’s still not good... but better than it was.

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Leonardo:

He went to Splinter and Señor Hueso for advice. But, sometimes he needed his Mother.

Calls you “Mom”.

You would sit and watch Jupiter Jim movies with him, and would listen to him info dump about the movies.

He needed hugs and head pats. Poor baby was touch starved, but tried to act like he didn’t need it.

“Hey so... Mom, if you want, obviously you don’t have to. Just for laughs. You wanna scratch under my chin? Hahaha — ”

“Would you like chin scratches baby?”

“... Yes please.”

Any joke he says, no matter how terrible, you laugh. It’s worth it, seeing his face light up.

He doesn’t trust Draxum, and he never will, so he hides behind you since you do not hesitate to take off a slipper and throw it at Draxum.

Spanish lessons together.

As much as he pranks and annoys the others, he will instantly stop misbehaving if you give him a Look™. That Look™ means he’s in trouble!

Cue the brothers saying “oooooo”.

So, just because he goes to Señor Hueso and Splinter more than you, does not mean he doesn’t love his Mom.

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Donatello:

Needs attention. Needs physical touch. Needs affirmation. He’s the middle child, he needs attention!

You didn’t touch his shell unless he was okay with that, and you were the only one who could give him hugs and kisses - unless he specifically stated otherwise.

Sometimes would go nonverbal, so you learned Sign Language.

Calls you “Mama”, but in the same way he calls Splinter “Papa”.

“Oh Mama! Could you give me a screwdriver!”

You sometimes cover his ears if he doesn’t have his noise cancelling headphones. You’ll just stand there and keep them covered.

He dumps Shelldon on you.

(Jokes on him, you love Shelldon!)

He gets annoyed though, since Shelldon goes to you a lot when he doesn’t comply with what Shelldon wants.

Mama: Donnie? Why did my Grandbaby just come to me crying?

Donnie: He wants grapes! He can’t eat grapes! You know that!

Mama: Make a liquified grape flavour oil, or so help me God!

Sometimes he doesn’t want you to touch him. You’ve never done anything, it’s just sensory issues. So, you kiss the air around him, as if kissing his cheek. You caress the air around his cheek, never touching him, as if caressing his cheek.

The Purple Dragons are your worst enemy, and you hate them.

Sometimes, he just needs you around and he’s happy. That’s all. He loves you a lot.

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Michelangelo:

The baby of the family, and your youngest. Therefore, constantly all over you.

Clinging to you. Hugging you. Arms and legs wrapped around you and you hold him close.

Head pats. Shell scratches.

The wall on your side of your and Splinter’s bedroom is covered in drawings and art pieces Mikey gave to you.

You taught him how to cook, and Mikey grew to love him. Gives you dishes all the time to try.

Meat Sweats and you have beef. Any time you see him, you fight him... after you forced him to sign his chef book to give to Mikey.

You didn’t treat Mikey like a baby, you treated him like an adult, much to Mikey’s delight, but at times he wants his Mom to hug and baby him.

Calls you “Momma” and “Mom”.

Mikey dislikes that you don’t get along with Draxum, so when Mikey is around, you're more tolerable of Draxum. When Mikey looks away, you give Draxum a threatening gesture.

Helped you make a photo album on your phone of them as babies. Instantly regretted it because if you're ever kidnapped, the kidnapper now knows everything about the turtles as babies, and has seen the pictures.

“Momma… you didn’t show him the one — ”

“The one where you shoved crayons up your nose? I did! You were so cute!”

“NOOOOO—!”

Mikey finds that embarrassing - especially when you showed Meat Sweats. But, didn’t mind so much when Hypno and Warren returned you out of their own free will, apologising and suddenly, he gained two new (gay? Are they evil and gay? Cool!) uncles!

…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Ultimately you love your boys and your little family.

[chil-aglia]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 |ROTTMNT| (Leo X Male OC)

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 (SEASON 1 Finale)

I’ll come back and edit this if I see any mistakes!

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Adriaen sat facing away from the others, eyes closed in deep thought. He couldn’t believe he was in this mess now. Getting captured and in a cage hung up in the dungeon was not his way of having fun.

Not to mention, his thoughts were occupied with Ronin. How he dropped the bomb of having DNA from Draxum. Their creator.

It was just…shocking in all honesty. He wondered where Ronin even was, he was in the dungeon with them, so he could only assume he was kept somewhere else.

“How did we get captured? We did exactly what Pop taught us." Raphael spoke up, groaning as he and his brothers were laying in their shells, staring up at the ceiling of the cage the five of them were sharing.

“Maybe this is exactly what Dad wanted. Maybe this is our destiny.” Mikey assured with a smirk, holding his fingers out as though he was taking a picture. Leo scoffs, “Locked in a cage, failed in our mission, held for ransom by the Foot, and none of us gave him grandchildren?” Leo complained, his eyes briefly turning to Adriaen who remained quiet.

With a groan, Leo turns on his side, curling into a ball. “Somehow I think he wanted more."

Raph hums, frowning. “Maybe we didn't stay true to the Hamato ways. Dad taught us the wisdom is within us.” He explains, sitting up as did his brothers, sitting cross legged and closing their eyes.

”We just need to focus, meditate deeply, and our path will be revealed.”

Adriaen glanced back over to them, raising a non-existent brow at them before softly sighing. He may as well try to mediate. Think of some way to get free.

Donnie began humming out loudly, making the others stare at him, unamused.

“Sorry, could you guys hear that?” He questioned, shaking his head and going quiet. Silence was in the air, all five taking in deep inhales, relaxing their muscles and minds.

Adriaen began picturing something in his mind. He wasn’t sure what at first. Until he saw a figure.

”Leo?”

The slider jumped in surprise, looking over at him in equal shock. “This must be another mind meld!” He shouted, grinning lightly in excitement as Adriaen gaped at him.

”Mind meld…wait, you said if I remember the time when we were standing in front of the door. Was that…”

Leo nods, cutting him off. “Mind meld. We must’ve done it subconsciously. Not sure how, but it happened. Which makes me have to ask, what is up with the door?” He inquired, leaning forward with hands on his hips, squinting his eyes.

”It’s hard to explain. Mostly because I haven’t got a clue myself on what the door is meant to be. It doesn’t open for me.”

Leo blinked, bewildered before humming. “Weird..,” He uttered, tensing while he stared into his crush’s eyes. “Is…is that the reason why you haven’t been sleeping much?” He asks, frowning with a soft tone as Adriaen shamefully glanced away from his gaze.

”…yes.”

”Oh, Adri…you could’ve told us. Told me.” Leo gently says, walking over and holding Adriaen’s shoulders. “I know…just didn’t think it was that important to tell you guys.” He noted, shaking his head and patting Leo’s hand.

”I’ll be fine though. I’m…handling it.”

”I feel like you're lying.”

”I promise if I can’t handle it, I’ll come to you.”

Leo stiffens a bit, he wasn’t expecting that response, but it made him feel a whole lot better. “All right…” He agrees, silently letting this topic go. Suddenly the mind meld was interrupted when they two hear Raph groan out in aggression. “That was useless!” He exclaimed, causing his brothers and Adriaen to break their meditation state, looking at him.

“I gotta say, I'm not feeling the Hamato Clan stuff at all." Leo deadpans, Mikey huffing in response with a nod, “Me neither!" He complains, before their soft shell brother spoke up, “Yeah, no one is, but Papa will chew his tail off if we don't stick to the rule book.” He stayed while Adriaen stood up, stretching his arms and legs from sitting too long.

“Yeah, well, look where the rule book landed you guys. I may not be related to this whole Hamato Clan stuff like you guys are, but even I’m stumped.” He crossed his arms, looking between the brothers who all glanced around at each other.

Raph grins, “I say we ditch this Hamato jazz and be ourselves." He declared out, earning cheers from the three brothers. 

"Yeah!"

“We be we, baby!"

“So what are you gonna do, boss man?"

Raph looked around before punching his fist into his palm, "I'm smashing us out." He informed calmly, reeling his arm back, building momentum as he thrusts forward, punching the cage open and jumping out of it. Adriaen briefly deadpans at him, “You could have done that the whole time?” He comments, shaking his head before jumping out and following Raph.

With no weapons around, they had to rely on stealth. Exiting the dungeon part without being spotted. “Wait! What about Ronin?” Mikey halts his steps, gaining their attention. ”Ronin? We don’t even know where he is.” Raph comments but Adriaen cuts in, hand under his chin. “I saw him getting knocked out. He must be somewhere in this place. He helped us, we should help him.” Adriaen claims, watching as Leo surprisingly nods in agreement.

”For once, I second that. Ronin could probably help us again. I mean we did see him go after Draxum. So…we should have him on our side for this, right?”

Donnie crossed his arms, frowning a bit. “Okay, does anyone have a clue as to where he even is? I have no tech to help us out.” He stated the obvious, causing the group to think in silence. Adriaen observed his surroundings, noticing a doorway. “Let’s try that way.” He suggests, not wasting time and running over, the others following after him.

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Finding the turtle was easier than expected, whoever built this place had signs pointing to their secondary dungeon, which was much different than the one the brothers and Adriaen were caged in.

This other dungeon actually had cells, heavy doors that separated the prisoners from the outside world. Each turtle looked through the mini glass window to find Ronin, but so far it had all been empty.

That was until Mikey called out, gesturing to the last cell at the end. “Guys! Over here.” He announces, tugging at the locked door but it was futile. Raph breathes in, puffing his chest.

”Stand back.”

Was all he said, waiting for his youngest sibling to move back a safe distance before charging head on at the sealed door. It broke off the hinges, dust particles flying in the air for a moment before Adriaen ran inside. He halts in his steps, finding Ronin sat at the back, shell against the wall as he looked exhausted. He gave a lazy grin at his saviors. “Hey…what took so long?” He jokes, standing up only to wince and crouch back down slightly.

”Whoa, dude, you good?” Leo voiced out his concern, Mikey running over and helping Ronin to his feet as the mutant hums and nods.

”I’m fine. Head hurts is all. But I’ve suffered worse injuries.”

He didn’t push Mikey away as the young box turtle helped him out of the cell. “I saw you get knocked down before I passed out. Are you okay?” Adriaen noted, recalling the fuzzy event as Ronin slowly nods.

”As I said before, I’m fine, really I am. Just give me a moment to walk around and I’ll be all good.”

Donnie scanned him with his eyes, crossing his arms. “You don’t look like you’re in any condition to fight.” He informs the recently rescued turtle chuckle and shakes his head. “You don’t know me then. I can still fight. Just need my sword.” He assures, directing Mikey to lead him out of the room of the dungeon.

He does so, the others following as Adriaen stares at Ronin curiously. “Do you know where your sword is?” He inquired the mutant who gave a small nod, “In that room.” He pointed over to a door that led to what looked like a fridge space.

Raphael ran over, opening the door and glancing around the space. He perks up and picks up the sword that belonged to Ronin, exiting the room and handing it over.

”Ah, much better.” Ronin smiled, stepping out of Mikey’s hold as he flexed his arms out, twisting and twirling the blade comfortably before pointing it out. Donnie watched belted clearing his throat. “Since no one else is asking, guess I will. You and Draxum?” He recalled the moment of the reveal as Ronin tensed and clicked his tongue, his demeanour changing for a moment.

”What about it?”

Mikey perks up, eyes sparkling with utter curiosity and excitement. “Draxum is your dad! Wow, I was not expecting—“ He began only to be silenced when Ronin turned around fully, glaring coldly and dangerously at the youngest.

”He’s not my dad. Never has been. Never will be.”

The others all awkwardly shift in the spot. Clearly a sensitive topic. “Sorry…” Mikey squeaked out; his head lowered into his shell in guilt. Ronin snapped out of the icy glare, softening his eyes and shaking his head to focus. ”No, I—sorry, it’s just…” He took in a breath to calm down. He can’t get pissed off over Mikey not understanding his situation, it wasn’t fair to him or the others.

”I don’t see Draxum as a relative is all. Especially as a dad. He…was an asshole and basically abandoned me. So…it’s just a strange topic to talk about.”

A.K.A. Sensitive topic.

Adriaen cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Come on. We still need to stop the whole dark armor from getting restored.”

With that, they all leave.

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“Based on my knowledge of climatic finishes, the Dark Armor's got to be up there!” Raphael announces, pointing to a large staircase, after the group had finally found their way out of the dungeon area and into a more open space, they were sort of just winging on where they were going.

Adriaen looked up at the stairs and sweated, “You gotta be kidding me…” He muttered his disbelief at the amount they had to climb. Leo walks by him, tugging on his arm gently to motivate him in some way.

It was at first difficult to tell, but they could hear what sounded like fighting above, making them curious and a bit nervous that something was afoot. With no weapons other than Ronin’s sword, it would be difficult to fend off any opponents.

The clashing ahead came to a stop a few minutes later, where the boys reached the top, panting out of breath from running but Raph blinked ahead at the sight, seeing April and Splinter. Splinter wore an outfit that resembled Lou Jitsu.

“Dad?”

Splinter immediately perks up, turning around and smiling happily at the sight of them. “My boys!” He grins, before he frowns at a scary realisation, turning to Draxum who presents the old teapot that Splinter called, Skully, to the Kuroi Yōroi's helmet. “Is that…the final piece of the armor?" Adriaen muttered, shocked and confused as to how Draxum even had that. “No!” Splinter announces, rushing over to take Skully back from Draxum, but the yokai adds Skully to the Kuroi Yōroi before Splinter could reach him, releasing an energy force that had Splinter push backwards.

Adriaen and the others also stumble back at the pressure of the force, while the Kuroi Yōroi envelopes Draxum's body piece by piece.

It was…a little nerve wracking, seeing Draxum’s body transform and merge within the armor. As he stood tall.

“At last, I can end the human threat once and for all!” He exclaims, smirking in pride as Ronin steps forward, glaring heatedly at the yokai. ”Not if we have anything to say about it!” He announces, charging ahead, ignoring the protests of the others as he jumps up to slice Draxum with his sword, but Draxum flicks Ronin away while the mutant crashed by Donnie’s feet.

Mystic vines protrude from Draxum's feet to raise himself up.

"Okay, question, was he always strong enough to do that?" Leo gulped at the sight, Adriaen narrowing his eyes as he watched his creator destroy the throne room by throwing a pair of pillars onto the floor, crushing Splinter, Ronin and the Mad Dogs. Leo had pounced onto Adriaen to hopefully shield him from the rubble as the two lay down, clinging to each other. It was dark from being under the debris, but Adriaen could still hear Draxum above.

"I have never felt anything like it! Sheer exhilaration! Intense energy! Focus on power!"

"And perfectly tailored!"

“Yeah, somebody got a celebrity makeover. Ha-cha!”

The two gargoyles spoke, but after that Adriaen couldn’t concentrate on listening more, wincing as he felt pressure on his chest, sharply gasping he saw Leo pinning him down, while trying to keep the debris from falling onto them more.

“Leo…? You okay?”

”I’m good. Are you?”

”I’m okay.”

The two remained silent at that, staring into each other's eyes, the air around them was hot, at least that��s what it felt like, but it was mostly just from the fact they were being slightly crushed.

Leo groans, struggling to hold the debris back as he crouched lower to Adriaen’s face, their snouts briefly brushing against each other.

Leo held his breath in his throat, red dancing across his cheeks. If he were to lean down just a little bit more, the two would end up accidentally kissing. He didn’t know if Adriaen knew that or not, as the mutant under him shifted slightly.

Luckily the rubble was suddenly pulled off him, giving Leo room to stand up straight, he looked over to see it was Raph who removed the debris off them, Adriaen taking in a inhale of the air in relief.

"Everybody okay?"

Donnie, and Mikey emerge from the rubble too  followed by April who groans. Ronin was standing next to Donnie, helping the soft shell stand on his feet.

Leo clears his throat, grabbing Adriaen by his arm and carefully helping him stand, Adriaen wobbles for a moment before he is stabilised.

Raph had walked around and saw the tail of Splinter poking out, gasping as he lifted a large piece of rubble off Splinter's body.

“My...sons..."

The brothers and Adriaen ran over, concerned on their faces, “Dad!” Mikey exclaimed while Leo crouched down, “Dad, are you hurt?” He inquired while Splinter slightly raised his voice.

“Of course I am hurt!”

Before he could continue, dirt was thrown onto his face by Donnie who dramatically held a shovel.

"We shall miss you, father."

Scoffing, Splinter shakes the dirt off his face as Adriaen softly sighed in relief that Splinter seemed relatively fine. “He’s not dying, Donnie.” He informs the soft shell who shrugs his shoulders, “I’m rest-on-the-couch hurt!” Splinter added, straining himself to stand but couldn’t.

"Dad, we have to apologize. We tried to follow the way of the Hamato Clan, but it just didn't work for us." Raph mumbled in apology, bowing his head in shame, "No, no. It is I who should be apologizing to you. The scrolls were wrong, and I was wrong to make you follow them." His father corrected, frowning at himself at his realisation of what he’s done.

"So you're not mad at us?"

"No. It is not training or rules or tradition that makes you special. It is being yourselves."

-----

Splinter had recalled some past memories of his boys, from the time Mikey began learning to draw and painting portraits of his family.

To when Donnie had tripped over and had a bruise and small blood on his arm from his fall, but Splinter had gently placed a band-aid on the wound.

He also remembered the time when Leo and Raph opened up their own lemonade stand in the sewers, that had been a fun day.

And then there was Adriaen, their new addition to the family after some months of building trust. He still remembered the day that Adriaen had walked into Splinter’s room, climbed up on the bed and curled up next to him, his tiny hand holding Splinter’s finger.

"If I'd had faith in how special you each are, none of this would've happened."

-----

The boy group up together, tears forming in their eyes as Donnie had placed an arm over his eyes to stop others from looking. Adriaen wasn’t teary eyed as the brothers but he did have a fond smile.

"Aww..."

"I don't normally feel things, but that one got through!"

Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph hug Splinter, engulfing him. Adriaen hovered nearby, unsure if he was allowed to join, until Raph grabbed him and pulled him into the group hug.

Adriaen blinked, stiff as a board before he relaxed and closed his eyes.

“Ow! I just had my spine crushed!” Splinter briefly wails, groaning before he presents the boys weapons that Draxum had taken off them when they were unconscious. Splinter had also brought along his son's masks.

”Here, I brought you something."

Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph stare at their masks, ripping off their traditional Hamato Clan ninja outfits and put on their usual bandanas. Adriaen smirked at the sight, “Now that’s much better.” He chuckled, nudging Leo on his arm, the slider happily beaming in response and holding his ōdachi.

"Now go! And be your awesome selves!" Splinter declared out, fist bumping in the air. Mayhem had even teleported into April’s arm. “Mayhem, great! Okay, you guys stop the Baron, we'll take care of Splinty! Bam!" April happily exclaims, hugging Mayhem in her arms. 

Donnie smirks, as a drill suddenly pops up from the ground. Ronin blinked, whistling slowly as he walked by, knocking on the drill. “You guys are full of surprises.” He chuckled, smirking.

“The drill is in beta. But it does contain the backup copies of all my tech." Donnie informs, as the drill itself opens up, showing all the tech as Ronin jumps back in shock. Donnie engages the flight shell, looking to Ronin and offering his hand. The latter blinking before smiling slightly and grabbing his hand. Donnie lifts him up, making Ronin yelp before he sighs in relief as he is being carried away.

Leo and Adriaen ride on top of the rocket shell, and Mikey and Raph ride the bug slapper, through the tunnel Draxum made earlier.

“So what's our plan?” Donnie shouted, questioning his brothers as Leo grins, wrapping an arm around Adriaen to keep him from falling off.

“We don't have one 'cause we're being ourselves!”

"We be we, baby!"

"That's how Mad Dogs roll!”

Adriaen snorts, smiling. “I’m honestly fine with that.” He added, glancing at Leo who hums in response, giving a thumbs up. Ronin glanced between the brothers and Adriaen, sighing lightly, “Well, I did say you are all full of surprises."

-----

After a few minutes of rocketing through the tunnel, the turtles arrive from the underground, all of them staring at the chaos unfold, as they witnessed the last remaining audience and baseball players flee the stadium with Draxum inflicting damage by driving his giant arm through the ground.

Foot Brute, Foot Lieutenant, and an origami ninja exit a portal in the baseball stadium's press box. Mikey was first to speak, announcing himself and the others to Draxum.

“Draxum! We're sick of you messing with people-kind!”

One by one, his brothers, Adriaen and Ronin speak up. "You're about to face a brand new opponent that is back to its old self!" Donnie huffs out proudly, while Raph places his hands on his hips.

"The teenage turtles who are ninjas and mutants!"

Ronin blinked, snorting and smirking teasingly at the group, “That’s what you’re going with? Got to say, I was expecting more.” He grins in amusement, crossing his arms as Leo scoffs and clears his throat, stepping forward.

“I do…have to agree. Is that the best we've got? Because we have had so much time to think of a new way to say that."

Without much else to say, Raphael was first to charge at Draxum, but his kick was nullified and the yokai slammed him to the ground. The others ran in next, but Draxum managed to toss Leo and Mikey into one another before capturing Donnie in a gooey tentacle.

Adriaen runs in, Kama’s in hands as he tries to slice Draxum, but either this armor helped Draxum become more agile or quick on his feet. He couldn’t land an attack, instead he was knocked to the side, grunting and skidding across the floor. Ronin glares, gripping his sword in hand as he runs up behind Draxum, jumping in the air to slice at his head but he was suddenly caught mid-air by a vine.

“You were never a match for me! You should have joined me when you had the chance!” Draxum exclaims, turning his attention briefly back to Ronin, almost as though he was still wrapping his head around the fact that he was even alive.

Adriaen, Leo, Mikey, and Raph charge at Draxum, but Draxum blocks their attacks by erecting a wall and forcing them backwards. Ronin clicked his tongue as he struggled to become free of the vine. But they were tight around his body, almost having him drop his sword as he watched with blurred vision of the others getting swung around.

Adriaen blocked an incoming attack, sending him back as he pants, sweating slightly as he glanced up, his eyes noticing the stadium video board where someone was typing away.

Guys, it's April (*^3^)ﾉ ♡

April? 

Mikey tries to free his foot from the grasp of one of Draxum's metal tentacle-vine as Adriaen gazes over to him.

"Hey, look! It's April!" He announced as Raph began reading the message out loud when April began typing a new sentence.

“The armor has a fl—? What does that mean?"

Ronin twisted his blade in his hand slightly, getting it at an angle where he managed to cut off the vibe that was holding him, falling to his knees and panting as he quickly rolled to the side on time when Draxum tried to grab him again.

Mayhem had teleported Splinter onto the stadium bench while April got teleported onto the baseball field.

“April? Duck!" Leo exclaims, being tossed over her head as April dodges an incoming metal tentacle-vine that carries Leo.

"Guys! I was trying to tell you that the armor has a flaw!" April announces as Adriaen runs over to her, knocking her down when Mikey almost crashes into her when he was being carried away by one of the vines.

"Oh! That makes more sense." Mikey nods, as Raphael groans, grumbling as he stands up to block an attack.

“So there's a flaw! But what?"

Adriaen sighs tiredly, jumping back in surprise when a metal tentacle drops Donnie in front of him and April.

"Hey, do you guys remember the time...we were playing Sportsball and we couldn't find a ball?" Donnie asks, widening his eyes as a memory kicks in. Adriaen tilts his head, he…recalled that day.

-----

As young children, Donnie, Leo, Adriaen, Mikey, and Raph had been playing exuberantly together. Raph thought it would be a good idea to use the teapot as a ball.

"Donnie! Go long!" The snapper exclaims, throwing the teapot towards the soft shell. The others widen their little eyes and tell in shock and slight fear that the teapot would break.

Adriaen, Mikey, Donnie, and Leo fail to catch the teapot,��and they watch it shatter on the floor. “Why would you throw that Raph?!” Adriaen scolded, but before he could tell any further, Splinter entered the room.

"Boys, what is going on? Have, uh, any of you seen my teapot?"

Leo squeaked as he quickly thought of an idea, grabbing the pieces of the teapot and putting them all back together with some glue and whatnot.

“Uh, yeah, Dad. I'm sorry It's, um.. right...here? Here you go, one unscathed teapot!”

Before Leo gives the pot to Splinter, he, Adriaen, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph notice a missing shard at the back.

"There's a piece missing." Raph mutters under his breath, as they all try to look around to find it before Splinter would notice, luckily Mikey shoves a Jupiter Jim action figure into the hole.

"Thank you, honest boys." Splinter smiles, patting their heads before whistling and walking away, leaving the young turtles to watch and sigh collectively in relief.

-----

Adriaen blinked, refocusing on the present as he and Donnie looked at each other. “Hey…could it be?” Adriaen muttered, not saying the rest since Donnie was already on it, pulling his goggles over his eyes and looking towards Draxum.

“Yes! Our Jupiter Jim action figure is the flaw!"

Splinter perks up, ears twitching, "Oh, so that's why my tea always tasted of plastic and evil." He lightly chuckled, sitting up right in the bench, "So if we can hit it, we could destroy the whole armor?" Mikey grins excitedly at the possibility, Leo jumping over to him and nodding just as eagerly.

“Well, that's how it works in all your favorite sci-fi movies."

Ronin jumps over, landing beside Mikey as he exhales, “Okay, so what I’m gathering, you guys used a toy to ‘fix’ the evil teapot.” He shakes his head and smirks playfully, “Honestly, I’m shocked. But enough of that. What’s our approach?” He asks, gazing at the group as they all huddle together.

"Well, there's two schools of thought. We launch a precision attack with pinpoint accuracy on a target that's impossibly small. Or we do we!"

"Total chaos!"

"Jazzed! I will recklessly keep him busy! Entropy!"

Donnie transforms his tech-bō into its dual rocket form while Mikey and Raph hold onto the bō's shaft.

Ronin, Leo and Adriaen jump onto the shaft of the bō as well, heading straight towards Draxum

When they get close to their opponent, Adriaen, Leo, Mikey, Ronin and Raph leap away from Donnie as he attacks Draxum with his dual rockets. The armored yokai strikes Donnie several times as Raph punches the stadium seating to pieces and launches a pail of baseballs into the air.

"Power Smash!"

Mikey creates a funnel with his kusari-fundō and captures the debris that Raph created.

“Power Fun Jitsu!"

Leo runs forward, creating a portal as Mikey moves the debris into it.

“Oh-ho-ho, yeah!"

The red eared slider creates multiple portals around Draxum and the aggregated debris collides with him. Adriaen flicked out his kama’s, throwing them towards Draxum as he guided them with his hand movements, striking at Draxum.

Ronin speeds in, crouching low and slicing his sword at Draxum’s legs, making him crouch to his knees before jumping back to not get caught in the crossfire.

The turtles stood together, smirking at their wild plan, until they were baffled when Draxum chuckled darkly.

"Oh, do the children wish to play?"

Draxum's metal vine-like tentacles restrain the six, causing them to whimper and whine in brief pain at the restraints. Adriaen’s kama’s drop due to his loss of concentration, wriggling to try and get free. Leo looks up, bracing his ōdachi falling in the air, he cranes his neck as far as he could and catches the ōdachi with his teeth before it hits the ground and creates a portal.

A baseball flies out of the portal and ricochets off Draxum's helmet into the air.

Adriaen looks over to see April standing by with a bat in her hand. "April O'Neil. Bam!"

April swung her bat, striking the falling baseball towards Draxum. The baseball rams into the Jupiter Jim action figure protruding from his helmet, forcing Draxum's head out from the helmet.

A massive explosion erupts, freeing the turtles from Draxum's metal tentacles and coating them in pink residue.

“What's going on? I feel...weak. Like...power...being...drained..." Draxum wheezes out, twitching as the armor is a pulsating mass and ejects Draxum's body from itself onto the field. Draxum is emaciated and while it was subtle, his mask had three cracks in it.

“You're out!"

"Great shot!"

“We are all kinds of bad!"

The others cheer, barely giving Draxum a glance as they high five one another. April held Donnie up as the soft shell looked ready to collapse. Ronin stood beside Raph, smiling lightly at the boys as Adriaen stood beside Leo, placing a hand on his shoulder as Leo smiled at him.

"I love it when having no plan comes together." Raph laughs, hands on hips while Leo jumps up to gain their attention, “Guys, we've learned a valuable lesson. Irresponsibly breaking Splinter's teapot and not telling him...is the smartest thing we've ever done!"

"And we got Jupiter Jim figure back! What a day! We be we baby!"

Adriaen crosses his arms, watching the brothers celebrate, as he sighs. He was just relieved that this was finally over.

But…he also couldn’t help but shake off an eerie feeling, looking around and up at the sky he noticed it became a dark red. ”Uh…guys?” He spoke, gaining their attention as then the armor pieces started to levitate and reassemble into a large, bipedal figure.

A dark smoke cloud and pink bolts of energy surround the figure.

"Yes, it's happening! It has taken the fool's life force, just as was foretold! The Shredder lives!" One of the foot clan members, the lieutenant shouted in eagerness, as he and the Foot Brute bow before this thing called the Shredder.

"Long live the Shredder!"

A discharge of energy from this Shredder produces a gust of wind, causing April, Donnie, Adriaen, Leo, Mikey, Raph and Ronin to recoil at the sight.

This…dark and tall figure was unlike anything they’ve ever seen…or encountered.

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SEASON 1 IS FINALLY COMPLETED! TIME TO CELEBRATE!

I’ll be posting a little authors note soon about the completion of season 1 and just some more information on season 2 and other projects!

A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE REALLY FAST AND OFTEN DON'T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. 

First Chapter here

Previous Chapter here

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Draxum's Nightmare: A Post-ROTTMNT Movie Comic, Part 7/9

CW: anxiety attack

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Absolutely definitely completely and totally based the last panel off of @hatekawa 's comic. I loved the way she made the dialogue all blurry, it really added the desperate and hopeless emotion.... So I stole it.

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Hi! First, I must say I'm a big fan of your ramblings, they're always so interesting!

And also I found out something today and I needed to share it :

Okay so, I was watching Despicable Me 3 and the minions performed a song (Minions Idol - Papa Mama Loca Pipa) and it sounded... familiar? And yes, it was, because it had the exact same tune as the song in Rottmnt season 1 episode 17 : The Evil League of Mutants. And I thought, "Huh, this is too big to be a coincidence"

So I started looking it up. Despicable me 3 was released in June 2017, while Rottmnt ep.17 was shown in November 2018, but this is obviously a dead end.

After a little searching I found that the original song was actually named "I am the very Model of Modern Major General" by W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan in The Pirates of Penzance (1879) which is a comic opera.

I find it quite clever and hilarious that they would use a song from a comic opera to introduce Draxum, proving once again that he's a big drama queen.

That's it, I know it's not as interesting as your ramblings but I couldn't keep this for myself and I really wanted to share it. Thank you for reading my little rambling!

Keep up the good work and have a great day, or night !

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like my silly little rambles. 😌💜 Yes! You are absolutely correct, but I'm even more impressed with your research!!!! Fantastic deduction work! (You've cooked and served a delicious dish. Well done! 🍛) Ok, so this song has been around for a long time and has shown up in many a cartoon/cultural reference. The one that people my age may remember is: "I Am The Very Model Of A Cartoon Individual" from the show, "Animaniacs," which aired in 1993.

The character that sings this song is Yakko, voiced by Rob Paulsen... The same Rob Paulsen who was Voice Director for Rise of the TMNT.

Thanks for the ask!!! 💜💜💜

[cherrb333]

Once upon a december| a leosagi love story

The sound of music filled the air, a smell of pastries and goods wafted through the air, people in ball gowns pranced across the giant dance floor, and the room was filled with chatter as they all celebrated the departure of their prince. From atop a throne, a boy sat perched on his father’s lap. The prince of the yokai, Prince Leonardo “Blue” Hamato, and his brothers, who all sat beside their father's throne, playing with toys, and Donnie, who sat on one of the steps up to the throne, tinkering with his gadgets. Despite being Leo’s twin, he was brilliant and had a knack for technology. their father hummed, smiling watching his sons. Leo huffed, crossing his arms as he glanced at his Papa.

“Papa! Why can't I stay here? I don't wanna go to Grammys!” the small turtle boy exclaimed, pouting as the rat king sighed, gosh was his son ever dramatic?

“You mustn’t fight me, blue. Your uncle Draxum merely wants to help train you. I promise, it's only for one year, soon you'll be back at the castle.” he huffed, patting the top of the stubborn boy's head.

“But why can't my brothers come with me?” Leo huffed, frowning at the cheeky king, who simply shook his head.

“My son, you are to become a king someday, you must train to be better” Splinter frowned at his son's displeasure.

“Here, I have a present for you my dear son” he reached behind him, pulling out a box. “Hopefully, this will make you feel better.”

“Papa? Why are you giving me a box?" Leo asked, tilting his head as he peered closer at the jeweled box. King splinter snickered, shaking his head.

“No, my son. It's not what's outside the box, it's what’s inside the box that is the present.” splinter shook his head at his son's obliviousness. Slowly, he opened the box. Inside, a necklace sat, one with a tiny sword-shaped key attached to it, and a little heart-shaped relic, one with a picture inside, one with the entire family, all looking happy as they sat down for a family photo, Leo sitting in his father’s lap.

“A… sword-shaped key? Why are you giving me a key, papa?” He carefully picked up the necklace, examining the key closer to his face. Splinter hummed.

“It unlocks this box, my dear blue” Splinter pulled another box out, this one in the shape of a shell. He grabbed the key out of Leo's hands, despite his protests, placing the key into the key slot, and turning it. It opened, playing a soft tune. Leo’s eyes lit up

“Our song!” Leo gasped, grabbing the box from his father’s hands, and dancing around with it. “Look, Donnie! Papa gave me this!” he exclaimed, giggling to himself. Donnie hummed, acknowledging his brother, but not talking. Splinter sighed, shaking his head, but grabbing his son, who squirmed in Splinter’s hold.

“That's not all it does, my son,” Splinter giggled, guiding his son to sit.

“The sword-” Before he could continue explaining, a giant crash sounded, and screams broke through the room as a fire started, big and sweltering. The sounds of guns sounded. Splinter immediately put himself into action. He placed Leo down on the floor, turning to his eldest son, who quickly picked up Mikey, the family's baby, and grabbed Donnie and Leo's hands.

“Raph, take your brothers out of here” King Splinter exclaimed to the oldest, guiding them all to a secret exit. Raph nodded, placing Mikey on his back, and gripping the other two’s hands in his ass he took off down the steps and out the throne room, despite Leo's protests.

“But wait! What about Papa? We can't just leave him!” Leo exclaimed, pulling against Raph’s strong grip.

“Don't worry, pops’ll be fine. We gotta get outta here though, before this hall collapses!” Raph, still only 9, explained to his younger brother, noticing as the floor began to shake and cracks started to form on the walls from the force of the attack. Leo whimpered, clutching Raph’s hand tighter.

“R-raphy, I'm scared!” he exclaimed, shaking as they continued to run down the hall, soon reaching outside the castle.

“Don't worry, lil bro! Raph’s got ya!” Raph smiled wobbly, feeling fear clutching his heart as well, but staying strong for his younger siblings. A servant came running up towards the brothers, quickly gesturing in a direction down the hallway.

“Quick, your Highnesses, follow me!” The bunny yokai bounced on his feet, guiding the royals to a room, where he pulled a book from a bookcase, revealing a secret hallway, most likely another exit. “This should take you outside the castle, now go!” the rabbit youkai motioned for them to go through. Donnie was the first one to take off down the hall, quickly leaving his brothers behind.

“Donnie, wait!” raph growled, quickly grabbing Leo's hand again and taking off down the hall. Turns out the yokai was right. It took them directly outside the outskirts of the castle grounds. But they weren't in the clear yet. From outside, raph could hear the explosions more clearly now, as well as the shouting. He quickly covered Mikey’s ears, beginning to take off down the street, following the crowd of panicked people.

They soon reached a train station crowded with yokai trying to flee the war-struck city. Raph urged Leo to stay close, holding Donnie and Mikey in his other hand. Leo clutched Raph’s hand harder, desperately trying to stay with them through the relentless crowd. As they were about to get on the train, Leo tripped, his hand getting cut off from Raph’s grip as a person shoved him away into the chaos. He yelped, being sent flying to the snowy ground, smacking his head against the steps to the train and collapsing onto the floor where people trampled over his unconscious body. The last thing he heard before slipping into unconsciousness, was Raph’s terrified call for his name as the train began to move, away from where Leo lay on the ground.

The sound of the wind whipping outside woke him up, he sat up, rubbing his eyes as the cold wind that blew through the small attic he was cooped up in. he shivered, shaking his head as he pulled himself out of bed, the sound of giggling children filling the air as he slowly made his way down the steps into the small narrow hallway of the orphanage he was raised in for most of his childhood. These walls held a familiarity even if most of his memories from before this place were gone.

“Ahhhh, your awake! Finally, sleepy boo” the familiar voice of big mama, the caretaker of the orphanage called as he entered the kitchen yawning. “Today is the day, turtley poo!” she called as he greeted her, warmly accepting the bowl of warm soup from her. “The day you finally move on from your foolish dreams and face reality!” Leo sighed, rolling his eyes as he sat down next to a group of orphans, two young goat yokai’s, both with mysterious matching markings. “Once you finish that soup, you’ll have to be on your way. I do hope you have packed-”

“A suitcase of my belongings. Yes. i have, dont worry, ill be fine! Dont worry so much, mama!” leo exclaims, shrugging off big mamas worry as she huffed, shaking her head and turning away. Leo couldnt help the small chuff he let out as he glanced out the window at the just rising sun on the horizon, snow lightly falling around it, and the distant pine trees swaying in the calm morning breeze. Today was the day he set out on his own. The day he found out what this locket was, and why…oh why did it seem so… important. Yes. today he would get some answers!

“Now then, no diddly-dallying! Off you go!” Big mama pushed him up, dragging him to the dor where he threw on his blue-knitted scarf and hat. He reached for his baggy, worn and patchy coat, turning to look back and wave at the orphans that called a last good bye to him. “I got you a job at the local fishery, take the path down to the fork in the road and go left! No distractions, and i better not hear you didnt show up. Anyways, goodbye turtley poo~ good luck!” and with that, Mama pushed him out into the snowy landscape outside the gates. He flinched, tripping over his feet as he turned, waving one last good bye before continuing down the path.

The early morning light left a shimmer through the snowy white blanket around him as his feet crunched down the path. As he trudged through the ankle deep snow, the wind seemed to pick up,making him shiver as he buried his hands into his Warm pockets, snuggling into The scarf around his neck. Soon, he reached the fork in the road, just as Mama had said he would. He glanced up at the sign, one pointing right that said ‘fishing village ahead’ and another pointing left that stated ‘old hidden city entrance, DO NOT ENTER’ the old city. It is said the land was cursed years ago when the royal family all but vanished. now, Those that remained were cursed to be stuck, forever Husks walking aimlessly around. He took in a sharp breath, turning to the right and staring down the road of white snow. Just as he was about to take one step forward, his scarf caught on a branch, slipping from around his neck as he yelped, falling backwards into the cold, frigid snow pile with a loud yelp. He groaned as he shook of the snow, sitting up and reaching for his scarf, pulling on it only to meet the eyes of a dog-like(cat-like?) Creature. He blinked, tilting his head as he pulled further on the scarf, watching as the small Creature hung, still attached by his teeth to the scarf.

“Well hello….what…what are you?” Leo called, chuckling as he stood up, placing the creature down on the ground and crouching down to be level With it. “Where the heck did you come from?” He exclaimed, chuckling As he pulled on His scarf again, only for the small cat/dog creature to pull back playfully yelping when this time he heard the fabric rip dangerously. His eyes widened as he quickly grabbed the thing by the scruff.

“Oi, no, no, no! That. Is not. A toy!” He huffed, glaring into the things innocent wide eyes as it smiled past the scarf still nagged in it's teeth. Leo could only watch as it disappeared From his hands and suddenly reappeared on the cusp of his shell, curling around his neck and snuggling Into his cheek. He sighed, groaning as the creature seemed to mewl as he tried to turn back, making him stop in his tracks and raise an eyebrow at the creature that sat snuggly on his shoulder, scarf still in his mouth

“what do you want from me?” his nose scrunched up as he begrudgingly followed the opposite path from where he was meant to go. The creature let out a huff of satisfaction, letting go of the scarf only to lap at the crescent shaped moon mark over Leo's right eye, making him giggle and shiver as the snow blew through. “We'll then, I guess I'll humour you for a while, but as soon as we get where you want to show me, I really must go back!” he exclaimed, feet crunching through the crisp snow below him as he made his way to the gates that stood just outside the hidden city. He couldn't help the breath he let out as they creaked open, the wind stopping as he entered,leaving an eery feeling that settled into his bones.

The morning light made The paved pathways of the city glisten as yokai of all shapes and sizes bustled around, getting ready for the day. A group of yokai gathered around a spot off to The side, all surrounding a news boy that handed out fresh off the press news.

“Have you heard? They say the young prince lives! The king and his sons have placed out a huge reward For anyone that can come forward and show proof of the prince!” A young raven-like yokai gossips, waving her Feathered wings around wildly. “I'm talking hugeeee!” she exclaims smiling widely at her friend who rolls His eyes.

“Yeah right, if that story even was true, the prince Would have come forward years ago! Besides, there is no way he would have survived this long, especially out on the streets all alone!” a goat yokai replies Skeptically, rolling his eyes At his friends antiques.

“Usa- Wait for me!” A small fox yokai called, running Pas the bustling crowd, Chasing after a rabbit yokai wearing a traditional Japanese kimono With a family crest patched onto the chest. His ears were tied back by a blue beaded ribbon That looked worn down from years of use. He paused as he turned to his young fox friend with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Kitsune! Did you hear that?” He called, reaching down and pulling his friend into a half hug with a sly grin. The fox yokai simply huffed, cheeks puffing out in confusion as she giggled out of his hold

“Heard what?” She asked, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow.

“The Prince! He lives! And the king wants someone to bring him to him With a hefty reward in turn, a reward that could mean millions for us” he winked as a look of realization fell over the foxes features. Her mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape as his Grin shifted into a cunning one.

“We just need to find someone that looks like him, someone that can fool the king and his sons into believing it's actually Him, and then, Well, it's the rich life for us~” he hummed placing his fingers on his chin with a chagrin, pulling his friend down the road as they passed by a certain blue scarfed turtle boy with his pet dog-cat thing.

Living his whole life(that He could remember) in a rundown orphanage left him ignorant to the world that lingered just outside that gate. So he was astounded that such a lavish city could exist in such a ruined area. The streets buzzed with an underlying magic that felt familiar for some odd reason. His feet lead him to a train station, where he came up to a booth, greeting a bison yokai that stood manning the ticket booth grumpily.

“hi! One ticket to new York please!” he smiled kindly to the grumpy old yokai who simply huffed, holding out a hand.

“exit visa” he gruffly demanded, leaving no room for argument as leo stared blankly at the bisons open hand with a confused look. Exit visa? Huh?

“Um…I don't…have one?” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. The bison growled, making Leo flinch back and the small cat-dog creature to stand on end with a hiss.

“No visa, no ticket!” He yelled, slamming the booth window shut with a loud Bang. Leo jumped back, gasping as he continued to stare helplessly At the metal bars, huffing at his dismissal With a small burst of anger at the way he was just treated. Just before he was going to knuck on the metal wall, a small hand shakily Tapped his shoulder, making him slowly turn around to see an elderly yokai woman standing hunched behind him.

“Psst,” she whispered, beckoning him to lean forward so she could whisper in his ear. He did so with a wary look, bending down to the woman's height as she reached forward and whispered in his ear.

“See usagi, he will help.” She said ominously, turning around and walking off as if nothing had happened. He stood there dumbly for a while, tilting his head.

Who the hell was usagi?

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Shinouta by @doompicklez

I made a thing.

It’s Shinouta and their favorite half-sister, April! :D

Spitting image of they’re papa, Draxum, but they were definitely an accident 😅 (Nobody knows where their fangs came from, but Raph thinks they’re adorable… Tip, don’t be around when they’re angry. They WILL bite.)

They claim their favorite color is hot pink, but we all know it’s rainbow.

[goodlucktai]

29 with Mikey and Leo please!

29. “Tell me where it hurts, and be specific.”

x

It really was his own fault. If Mikey didn’t want to be babied, he shouldn’t have broken his wrist. 

He was mostly just annoyed it happened in such a boring way, catching himself wrong falling off his skateboard.

Yes he’d decided to sneak off and find a sewer tunnel to attempt the full pipe loop a full two weeks before Draxum said the gross mystic mandrake tea would finish running its course, but he felt fine! His hands barely shook anymore, only when he overworked himself or let himself get too tired or too excited.

But from the look on everyone’s faces when he slunk home ungraciously dragging his board behind him, you’d think he was at death’s door. 

What was worse, Donnie wheeled him by the shoulders into the infirmary and deposited him right in front of Leonardo, the only person Mikey couldn’t out-stubborn, whose affable smile faded at once into that serious look that made all of his siblings straighten their spines and pay attention.  

If the skateboarding accident had happened pre-almost-apocalypse, Dr. Leo would have probably led with a joke instead of, “Tell me where it hurts, and be specific.”

Mikey resigned himself to a ridiculous amount of mother-henning for the duration his arm was stuck in its short cast. His brothers took his newly fragile hands so personally, like they were the ones who couldn’t hold an inking pen or color inside the lines or even cook a meal more complicated than lasagna without having to give up in the middle and have someone else take over. Like they were the ones who woke up shaking in the middle of the night from some distant, half-forgotten dream of disappearing into fragments of light, arms radiating pain like it was their job, a confused jumble of grief and fear and farewell on his tongue until he went and climbed into bed with papa or Raphie and let them hug it all away. 

Leo said Mikey’s wrist wouldn’t need the full six-to-twelve weeks that a baseline human’s would due to their genetic modifications—“Thank you, Barry,” they had chorused in varying degrees of sincerity (Mikey, Raph and Casey) and sarcasm (Leo, Donnie and Splinter)—but that he still needed to give it time to heal.

“You’re the toughest guy I know,” Leo had said, poking Mikey on the beak to stall the inevitable whine, “but you gotta give yourself a break, Miguelito.” 

He said it like his skin wasn’t still bruised like a peach and his shell all wired together from going one-on-one with an actual living nightmare even as he found the energy to take care of someone else. 

He sat there in the doctor’s seat, pressing carefully around the wet fiberglass to mold it to Mikey’s wrist, all his attention bent to the task. He always tended to his brothers’ hurts the same way, as if it was the most important and remarkable thing he’d ever do. 

Leo’s own casts had only been removed last month, and he was usually very good about following his own medical advice, if only because he knew his siblings would cite his behavior in a heartbeat if it meant they could loophole around doctor’s orders. So Mikey really had no choice but to sulk and accept the distant cousin of scolding he received. 

“It’s not a race,” Leo said, smiling at him. “No one’s gonna run off without you. Where would we go that’s half as good as where you’re at?” 

It was his knee-jerk reaction to smile at Mikey, like his day got better automatically when Mikey was in it, and it soothed that jangling, frustrated thing inside of Mikey’s chest that only got loud when no one took him seriously. Leo always took him seriously, was always the first of their siblings to believe he could do anything he said he could do, and that meant taking Mikey’s injuries seriously, too. 

He’d seen the way Leo had to run himself ragged making sure Donnie kept up with the treatments to his shell and Raph followed instructions on taking care of his eye to the letter. They were trying to spare Leo additional stress, but if they knew they were only compounding the stress he was already in and making it ten times worse, Mikey was pretty sure they’d shut up and take their medicine. 

Mikey wanted to be on Leo’s team, not playing against him. So he put his sulk away and put on his best listening face instead, rewarded when some nearly-invisible line of tension in Leo’s shoulders relaxed until it was gone.

Besides, it wasn’t all bad. He got to pick what color cast he wanted, and got everyone to sign it. And it wasn’t the most horrible thing in the world not to have to do any chores. 

And when Leo announced to the lair as a whole that he was going to visit his tío Hueso and bring back pizzas for dinner—in a tone that made it very clear he was not asking for permission or inviting any worrywart older siblings along—he followed it up with, “You coming, Angie?” 

Maybe because he had been under the scrutiny of worrywart older siblings, too, and understood better than anybody how close Mikey was to biting the next person who tried to baby him. Or maybe because Mikey was the exception to Leo’s rules and he always had been—always invited and always welcome and always wanted. 

In another place, in another time, Leo asked Mikey to die for him, and Mikey died for him. 

In this kinder one, Mikey jumped to his feet with a grin and said, “I’m with you!” and it didn’t cost him anything.

It should have been silly to say something out loud that they both knew was true, but sometimes it was nice to hear it.