"No, Lamb, I do not fear Him. I do not fear you sending me to Him. Narinder and I will always meet, it is but the natural order of things, for War will always bring Death its harvest."
had another go at Shamura again....and just a little chat between them and the Lamb :) Decided to give Shamura a sickle for fun....to match with Narinder's scythe....just some silly agrarian tools of death!
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Draxum somehow salvaged some of his notes and papers from when he first acquired the turtles, and out of “the goodness of his heart” (aka because Mikey begged him nonstop for a solid three hours) Draxum saw it fit to give them each their corresponding paper.
They were enlightening, to a degree, though it was kinda crazy seeing baby versions of their pre-mutation selves stapled to the corner of the paper.
When Leo got his paper, he grinned at his “super cute baby self” and shifted his eyes to read up a little.
Sure, there was the expected long drawn out essay about his role and place in regard to “world domination” or whatever that Leo skimmed over and proceeded to ignore thanks to the excess of way too big words, but what really caught Leo’s eye was the basic description of himself at the top of the papers.
There was his species, what seemed to be a number (either 2 or 3, Leo wasn’t sure since the bottom was burned a bit), his size (tiny!!), and then, right below those…
‘SEX: F’
…Leo blinked. Then blinked again.
“Draxum.” He said, getting his brothers’ attention.
At the lack of response, he looked up.
“Draxum.” The sheep Yokai walked away faster. “DRAXUM.” He was jogging now. “DRAXUM WHY DOES IT SAY ‘F’?!”
Draxum was booking it away from them as Leo gave chase, shouting about how “IT EXPLAINS A LOT BUT I NEED SOME ANSWERS! DRAXUM! DON’T YOU PORTAL AWAY YOU KNOW I CAN FOLLOW, YOU-“
There was a pinkish purple light, then a blue one, then silence.
The others stood there, wondering what just happened before shrugging it off and using their baby photos to go and bribe Splinter with.
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It's been 3 days and i still can't get over ack ack... i keep thinking of what a sweet, gentle soul he was. Honestly, how many of us would preserve that calm and kindness and patience in the face of the immense horrors they were facing? And yet. Just the way he instantly assessed and utterly tactfully handled the daniels situation shattered me. And him comforting the kid that shot the other marine at night and giving him water? Goodbye, another piece of my heart... purest compassion. And his little "we're all afraid" speech that is so powerful because it wasn't empty words, you could tell he totally was afraid when he went scouting the japanese positions but he did it. Because it was to be done, and he rather put in danger himself than his boys. And... and how he put aside his own heartbreak over hillbilly to be there for the shocked haney?
But what absolutely crushes me is the bit about his father. It literally ripped my heart out and it doesn't fit back properly ever since. The way he chews on his lip while he says it, like he's almost self-conscious about sharing the thought that is so tender and pure in the middle of all the filth it makes me want to cry each time it pops up in my mind. (And i like to think it hit sledge just as hard because damn, if him thumbing at the collar of his uniform in thought before skinny dipping into the ocean, isn’t him thinking of the skipper and his dad weaving the marine greens...). That man was warmth and goodness in person, it is the worst worn-out cliché but he really was too good for this world. Or more like, he was too good for that goddamned war because it was exactly his selfless conduct that got him killed. And damn, i didn’t think it would hurt so bad but it does...
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hii idk why but the thought of fresh-faced professional scully being so scared she burst into her new extremely flirty but otherwise dismissive partner's motel room in nothing but a bathrobe and undergarments asking him to check her for strange markings before collapsing into him when he laughed at her and said they're just mosquito bites. do you think it killed her? just a bit? just enough that he was It that she realized she could never ever do this again with anyone else and now that she'd done this with him that was it? and lord help her if she ever did it again with him, nevermind anyone else. mortifying introduction. what a way to start out her new career with the fbi
anyways. just thinking about how scully wishes to be perceived and who she really is
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