#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

[rottmntquotes]

POV: Draxum tried to give his Feral Sons some chocolate for Valentine's Day

Raph:

Leo:

Donnie:

Mikey:

[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 🥹

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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…

[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.

[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'

[phoebepheebsphibs]

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.

[risestarkiss]

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!!! 💜💜💜

[doompicklez]

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.

[aealzx]

“You want to know why we didn’t think to ask you for help? It’s because we never had to ask anyone. Not when it really mattered. When we really need him, dad’s just there. And you’re not.”

Leo had a point. And while Draxum was half marveling at how he didn’t have a comeback towards a teenager when he would have before, he also realized Leo still didn’t like him. And it was probably going to take a lot more than words to change that. Luckily for them others had heard the yelling and came to break up the fight. It was happening less often, but Leo still felt guilty that it did. Especially when Splinter did so in this manner.

“Leonardo?”

Splinter’s voice was soft, questioning, and far from the usual scolding tone he got when the boys were being noisy. It caused Leo to flinch and grip the crutches in his hands harder. He had it under control. They didn’t need Draxum. There was nothing mystical going on this time. Mikey was fine. They didn’t need him.

“...Leo,” Splinter called again, noting how Leo was deliberately looking away from anyone. Moving over quietly, Splinter reached out to rest his hand on Leo’s, keeping it there even when Leo flinched again. “Come with me, Leo,” Splinter directed, turning to leave the kitchen, but not actually moving until Leo started to reluctantly follow him.

Leaving Mikey to deal with Draxum, knowing that Mikey was still the best for that next to Raph, Splinter led Leo back to his own room, raising his hand to Leo’s back as they moved. Leo was tense, and probably expected a scalding lecture. Even when they reached the room and Splinter closed the door behind them Leo remained standing at the entrance, pointedly not looking at anything.

“Leo…,” Splinter called once he had settled to kneel on his bed, flat on the floor where he liked it. After a stretch of silence, when he realized Splinter wouldn’t move or speak again until he responded, Leo slowly looked up at him. “Come here,” Splinter directed quietly, patting the bed in front of him.

Smothering down a sigh that halfway escaped, Leo hobbled over to the bed to drop down to his knees, setting the crutches aside and placing his hands on his lap. He was ready to get the lecture over with, but to his surprise Splinter’s hand reached out to snatch his upper arm and yank him forward. With a blink Leo went from looking at the quilt on the bed, to having to turn his head to look up from his dad’s lap instead of into his belly.

“Your shoulders are so stiff. And when did you get such dark bags under your eyes?” Splinter complained, focusing on things that seemed completely unrelated to anything that had happened lately while he poked at Leo’s shoulders and the back of his neck before slipping his bandana off and tossing it aside.

“Pff- Dad, what-? Wait, I have to go-” Leo sputtered a slight laugh, taken off guard by the completely different reaction to what he was expecting. He had to get up before he got too comfortable there. Things still needed to be done. Donnie needed looking after. Mikey could use help. Raph needed… something. Leo was sure he needed something.

But Splinter just rested his hands on him, gently keeping him in place. “You need a break, Leonardo,” he countered, releasing one hand to start rubbing Leo’s back absently. “Take some time here, in the quiet, and recover for a bit. I know your ankle is bothering you. It’s not good to be so stressed.”

Leo hadn’t been expecting to be told to take a break. Usually he felt like he was always being told to take things seriously. Stop messing around. He found he felt a little uncomfortable at the change. A little worried. “I don’t….”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Raphael will take over for now. That’s why both of you are leaders now. So both of you can take a break when you need it,” Splinter insisted, giving Leo a few pats before finally looking down to meet his gaze instead of examining everywhere else. “So rest. Papa is here.”

It was such a simple command and assurance, but Leo found that a lot of pent up emotion from recent events and events from over the past weeks he hadn’t realized he’d expertly shoved away bubbled over. And maybe he just noticed it more now, but his ankle seemed to take the chance to throb worse than before. Pursing his trembling lips together, Leo relented with the most pathetic noise of acceptance he’d ever heard from himself and shifted to bury his face in Splinter’s lap.

“There’s my Baby Blue,” Splinter just chuckled softly, cupping the back of Leo’s head and back and rubbing his fingers gently.

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I had to rush this a lil 'cause I wanted to get it up before running to bed for work X'DD lil papa love for Leo, 'cause he deserves it

also do you ever stop in the middle of writing and think "wait.... what happened before the part I started writing? 8 |" boy so stressed out in my head and I can't place why |D

[lulu-nightbon]

FOCUS ON DRAXUM IN A CROPTOP EVERYBODY WE NEED BANANA SPLIT TO WIN

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