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ROTTMNT ART CHALLENGE DAY 15: Draxum

Trying to figure out how to draw Draxum lol

Wingedcanvas’s lesson on YouTube about animal legs on humanoid really helped!! (Notes under the cut)

One day I’ll figure out how to properly edit photos/take them with good lighting so that they don’t look like this..

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im sprinting a Baron Draxum character for the fighting engine M. U. G. E. N. Check it out : https://www.tumblr.com/surrealistpunk/775686880857554944?source=share

That’s so cool! I was looking through your blog and just saw that then I was like ‘cool but I better answer their ask!’ And lo and behold it’s about the post I just saw!!

I approve

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hey, lord-starscream is stealing ur art n shit, saying it’s theirs via reblog

Hah! Well, thanks for bringing this to my attention but I am Lord-Starscream! I’m a side blog lol

Thank you though!

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These posts appeared on my dash together and felt fitting. Drax does alchemy, but he’s fully capable of doing straight up magic.

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Mod and muse interacting

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two posts one day??? woah

anywho, a wallpaper. I was debating on wether or not to post it here but I decided to

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Alt version!

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Boredom is a wondrous thing. So is spite. This image was made from boredom with the addition of spite

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Series: just going

What's going on in the background:

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Leo, watching TikToks: That's a big mood.

Draxum: What does that mean, "big mood"?

Leo: It means like, "me too," I guess

Draxum: Hmm.

-one week later-

Donnie: -and that is why I think it is foolish to continue this mission.

Draxum: Big mood, Donatello. Big mood.

Donnie: Oh, Leonardo what have you done

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My take on Tales Raph

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At some point we are going to have to discuss how these fuckers can just…control animals??

Like how???

Really???

HOW!?!??

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It’s a good thing that the boys had cute little button eyes when they were babies, because imagine if they had big ol eyes instead, like

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doodles of the week :D

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Splinter remembers the day like it was yesterday. Despite his best efforts to drown out the memories with cheap booze, unhealthy snacks and mindless TV-shows 24/7, he remembers every single detail of the moment Lou Jitsu ceased to exist and became… this. 

The noise of a machine powering up. The light of electricity coursing through his body. The feeling of an otherworldly substance on his skin and the pain of every molecule rearranging itself in his body. 

The memories are fresh, like a wound that refuses to heal. He has learned over the years to accept his new existence and he has even realized that, in a twisted way, he can even be grateful for everything that's happened. Without the noise and the light and the pain he also wouldn't have his pride and joy, his beloved sons. 

Splinter knows all that and he does his best to remind himself of it all, but sometimes the memories will still be too much. Too overpowering. Sometimes he will sit in his chair and stare at the TV without really seeing it and just drift in an endless sea of regret and bitterness so strong he can taste it on his tongue. 

But the fact that he does remember that day so well has actually also been his salvation more than once. Because when the noise and the light and the pain get to be too much, he also remembers what came after. 

Four little turtles, now strangely humanoid, rolling around on the floor. And some weird instinct (Survival? Parental?) urging him forward to scoop them up into his hands. 

And he remembers them tumbling around in his palms. And he remembers the red-eared slider looking at him and immediately holding his tiny arms out with the biggest smile. 

Leonardo. 

Leonardo reaching out to him. Already trusting, already more happy to see Yoshi than any of his prior acquaintances had ever been. 

Leonardo had reached for him first and it's that image that pulls Splinter back from the edge most nights. If Splinter had any recollection of Leo claiming that he was his "least favorite", he might have laughed. Or cried. 

Nothing could be further from the truth. 

And now he is kneeling here, on this cold concrete, and stares at a sky awash in unnatural colors. A portal has just closed and his son is on the wrong side of it. Has sacrificed himself to save them all. 

And Splinter reaches up. Ignores the noise and the light and the pain, and reaches his arms into the sky, hoping against hope that his son will reach back. That those arms will reach for him once more. That he can pull him out, just like his son has pulled him out of the deepest pits of despair over the years. 

But the portal is closed.

He can't reach him.

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An hour later, April, Casey and him finally find his sons, and for a moment Splinter is convinced that his mind is finally broken beyond repair. Because right there, in the middle of a group hug, is Leonardo. Bruised and bloody and tired. 

But alive. And here. 

He stops in his tracks while April and Casey run forward, questions falling from their lips almost as rapid as the tears are falling from their eyes. 

Splinter doesn't hear a word of mystic powers and portals and last minute rescues. He can only stare at the child he had thought to have lost forever. 

Said child looks up and for a second something vulnerable flashes through his eyes as they find his frozen father. But then it's gone and he grins. "Hey Pops!" 

And he holds out one arm, the other still trapped by a silently weeping Casey. His hand shakes a little and the grabby motions of his fingers look more desperate than they are probably meant to be. 

But they are familiar and they are something Splinter was convinced he would never see again. 

He finally moves, rushes forward on shaking legs to the hand that is once again reaching out to him. He grabs it and bends down, his forehead pressed against their joined hands. 

"I got you.", he whispers, over and over. "I got you. I got you." 

His son has once again reached out first. 

And Splinter is never letting go again. 

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It always struck me as significant how the others are just tumbling around but Leo immediately makes eye contact and holds out his hands as if to say "Ohhh new Papa, hello there!"

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Could’ve done what?

Main inspiration would be this amv

Fair warning, it does have mature themes and some uncomfortablethings(blood, violence, sexual content, vomiting, and abuse/death).

Music fits for this tho 👌

Edits vvv

Oh hold on-

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Angry Mikey this, Savage Raph that, Feral Turtles over there

Listen

Give me Feral Splinter.

Give me a Splinter that fights like a normal person but he deteriorates into his feral state because he feels like he's got nothing but his mind to lose and he thinks he lost his family forever.

Give me a Splinter that won't let anything limit him just to get revenge/justice for his children.

Give me a Splinter that whips his tail so hard, it just splits open the flesh and knocks the person dead. Let him remind his enemies just how strong a rat’s jaw is, how much bite force he truly has and that’s considering how normal rats burrow in concrete and more. Let him bite, scratch, rip and tear.

Let him give no mercy to an enemy that killed his family and destroyed his home.

Adding this too because we need more Splinter angst, let him be feral for the rest of the fight but then when he sees his family is alive and okay, he’s brought back and he feels guilty and disgusted with himself over all he had done.

Give me that feral Splinter content that we all can definitely expand upon.