Rat Dad of the Year 1988, or something along those lines. Anyway *gives him cute round rat ears instead of funny pointy little dog ears like they did in 2003 for some reason*
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[A series of three images. In the first image, Splinter, smiling, gently holds one of his turtle sons in his arms with their head tucked under his chin. One hand is on the turtle’s shell, the other rests on their head. The drawing is sketched in a soft gray color, and there is a tiny pink heart next to Splinter
In the second image, there are two separate sketches. One is a bust portrait of Splinter set at a 3/4 angle. His ears a tilted back slightly and his expression is neutral. The second is a small doodle of Splinter licking the cheek of a young toddler-aged Leonardo. Leo is making a “Bwuh!” noise in protest, and there is a small sound effect caption of “mlep mlep” to describe the sound of Splinter grooming his son
In the third image a young turtle tot, perhaps four to five years old, is standing facing to the left, sketched in green. One hand is held over his chest and there are tears on his cheeks as he says “Mas’er Splin’r I hadda bad dream. Can I stay wif you?”
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Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.
Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.
Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.
Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."
Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.
Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.
The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.
But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.
Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.
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after i read your sonamy post i decided to draw this for u💖💙😁
ASKJDAKDJJESJNWJSJE ITS BEAUTIFULLLLL OMG OMG OMG MY BABIESSS
THANK YOUU 😭💙🩷 *gives u the biggest hug possible ajsjahjswjdjbw*
We’re also just gonna ignore the fact that it took me a total of 5 minutes to start answering bc I was trying to uncensor the image but all I had to do was press the answer button AM I DUMB-
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ARTHAS!!!
Such a cute lil cat, such a great name!
Also happy early birthday! Hope all is well
AHHHH I KNOWWWWW !!!!!
I think it’s very fitting for my sweet little flame point menace boy 😌 I will raise him to be the most powerful Lich King, as his namesake has prophesied, I promise y’all. I do wish I was able to afford to buy his sister along with him though, she was a beautiful little chocolate tortie point Himalayan so she was all mottled at her points with light brown and cream and ugh !!!! and I would’ve named her Calia to match with him 😩 she really was the cutest little thing but I’ve been looking for a flame point boy for AGES so I decided I would pick him of the two since I couldn’t afford both. 🥺 I’ll get a little tortie point girly eventually, maybe once I’m finally out of Connecticut because they’ll be MUCH cheaper and WAY easier to find lol
and oh, thank you, it’s still a week away though haha so you’re very early !!! but you’re very kind, thank you !!! 🖤
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Rambling!!!
I was playing KinitoPet with my friends, streaming it and such (I will not be completing it, it is a Wonderful game though! Very well made!) and so.. we were joking about if I were to suddenly disconnect from the call because of that Little man! And it was all fun and games.. until.. He turned off my monitor!!! And I do not have a button to turn my monitor back on! I was kicked out of the call and I had to restart my computer! >:o( A very rude Axolotl fellow, no matter how many Times you wink at me I will not forgive you!!!!
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Regressed Phil on his little crow pajamas coloring with Chay and Thallulah while Missa looks at them with so much love and care in his eyes while he makes them some sandwiches for lunch
Also Phil with a paci that says "little crow" or something like that
I can't get him out of my head
Little Phil is something i will cherish as long as i live
Its just so soft and sweet and sjsnwjnsjs i love
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