#huginn and Muninn better be okay

[grongle9001]

I'm working on an animatic.........................,. Uh hopefully I'll finish it this time

@eternalglitch no comfort? [no bitches emoji but with green instead]

#lfls #lfls green #lfls Donnie #lfls fanart #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #is this spoilers #maybe #lfls spoilers #DOESNT hurt to be careful #like father like son #comfort #give me comfort or give me death #wait no I take that back #ETERNAL NO DEATH #huginn and Muninn better be okay #my art #fanart #digital art #head bonk #sleepy...

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Virgin Destroyer Dress

(Dress designed by https://twitter.com/Dishwasher1910)

Oblivious Y/N: *back from another shopping trip where Aphrodite assisted in picking out a new outfit* Lookie~! I got a new outfit! What do you think?

-Buddha: *if he was holding something it is now on the ground in thousands of pieces as he froze in shock, words escaping him as he trotted up to him, blinking up at him as he didn’t answer you* Y/N: Love~ are you okay? *He didn’t care that you were in the middle of his paradise, snatching you up before easily pinning you to the ground beneath him, eyes red with lust and passion as hearts appeared in them* You better hope I don’t rip this, because I’m going to ruin every inch of you!

-Poseidon: Sea God.exe has crashed and burst into flames *no words came as his brain couldn’t comprehend your body in such an outfit; when he tried to speak* Dolphin sounds *his face burned bright, his cold facade breaking as he threw you over his shoulder again, sprinting to your bedroom* You’re going to pay for this!!

-Sasaki: *he dared not turn around, remembering the last time you did this, the dress that he ravaged you in for hours was hidden away, so he wouldn’t attack you again* *he swallowed hard, slowly turning as you called out his name and he felt his heart stop and instantly his hands flew to his crotch as his face burned and lewd thoughts quickly took over* Y/N!! Are you trying to kill me?! *You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, confused by his words before he quickly grabbed you, rolling you to your back so he loomed over you, his eyes blown wide with lust before removing his scarf and grabbing your wrists to bind them...again*

-Jack: *he couldn’t believe his eyes, he refused to believe them, turning back to his tea, sipping quietly, not looking over at you, thinking it was a trick of the light* *When he finished his tea he looked again, seeing you smiling warmly at him, giving a dainty twirl, asking for his opinion. He wiped his mouth on a napkin before folding the newspaper up and stood* My dearest Y/N, I am a gentleman and shall always be one. However, for the moment, I am going to indulge with you in an uncontrolled and savage way. *Before you could blink, he had thrown you over his shoulder, rushing to the bedroom as if you were going to disappear before he could fulfill his desires*

-Loki: *drops to his knees as a light shown from above upon him, tears cascading down his cheeks as he beheld the most stunning of creatures before him* *a feral grin quickly takes over as he rushes you, pinning you to a wall* Can I ravage you Y/N? Please say yes! *You turn your head with a pout, arms folding beneath your chest* Y/N: no, you ripped my dress last time *instantly he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, his chin resting on your belly, apologies falling from his lips like a mantra, hearts appearing in his eyes* I’ll beg, please let me have you, please, please, please~~~!!

-Odin: *the mug in his hands instantly shatter as you twirl in front of him, showing your newest outfit off with a bright, unaware smile. With a sigh, Muninn and Huginn are quick to make their exit again, knowing what was going to happen...again* *Odin quickly snatches you into his arm, sitting you on his lap so your back was to his chest, his large hands coming to rest, only momentarily, on your hips* You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N *you blink up at him, innocence in your eyes which only seems to make him more feral* Y/N: what do you mean? *Yeah... you couldn’t walk for two days after he finished with you but requested the outfit to be worn again. He was the only one to send Aphrodite a thank you message.*

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror sasaki kojiro #ror jack the ripper #ror loki #ror odin

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

May you do some rottmnt boys headcannons for how they would react if Draxum tells them that they were y/n pet turtle before he stole and mutated them

It feels weird to write this with a romantic relationship so Im going to make this plutonic.

Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey finding out there are the readers old pet.

🐢 Anime boy backstory 🐢

Before Draxum started the mutation process, before he got ahold of Splinter, he needed some actual test subjects. You where an average New Yorker, you went to school and had a part time job and even had some unique pets that you where very attached to.

A alligator snapping turtle, a softshell, a red eared slider and a little box turtle. Draxum took interest in you because of your pets. Huginn and Muninn where sent out to find the perfect animals to mutate, that's when you where targeted by him.

On your way home from a trip to the vet to check up on your little guys health you got jumped. There was no possible way to get out but you where not about to leave your pets. You tried to run but after being picked up by Draxum's vines you got thrown against a wall, passing out. When you woke up your beloved pets where gone.

Raphael

★ He was the one who tracked you down after Draxum told him he once was someone's pet. It was kinda awkward expanding everything to you but after introducing himself you immediately pulled him in for a hug.

★ He kinda gets protective of you. But not from other people! Just in general, you took care of him when he was small. It's only fair that he does the same for you.

★ You and Raph end up being the responsible ones in there little family. The difference between getting in trouble with You instead of Raph is that you always lecture them for at least an hour. Also you get to say stuff like "I raised you better than this."

★ You get invited to every family movie night and everyone fights over who gets to sit next to you because you always cuddle with the closest person. turtle?

Leonardo

★ The reaction he had was similar to the one in in the gif above ⬆️. Yes, he was a plane old turtle once but it took him by surprise when it came out that he was a pet.

★ He's a total lap dog towards you, and only you. There's no getting out of it. He'd walk up to you and plop himself down on your lap and look up. You always give in and give him shell stitches. It's not weird if it's from you, okay!

★ His brothers collectively agree that you are now basically his babysitter. He gets into a fair amount of trouble, imagen Raphael saying "if you don't stop I'm telling y/n!" Or being the one who now yells at him after making bad discussions instead of raph.

Donatello

★ Blank face before quietly saying "What?" He knew that he was just a regular softshell but surprisingly he never thought about where he came from before getting mutated.

★ He gives you random tests on your knowledge of softshell turtles. Like you could be folding laundry and he'd just say "what is the proper temperature for a softshell turtle enclosure?" He does this to try and figure out if you where a good pet owner. He's come to the conclusion that you where a pretty good pet owner.

★ He wonders about what could've happened if Draxum never stole him and his brothers from you. Things could've turned out way differently, the thought comes back to him every once I awhile.

★ You know things about him that nobody else knows, like where he likes to be pet on his shell. But he refused to believe you without any proof. He is only slightly embarrassed when you demonstrate for him.

Michelangelo

★ *New parent acquired* He got really excited and asked a ton of questions. Did you get him from a pet store? How much did he cost? Do you still have his old habit??? He needs to know theses things!

★ If you have any photos of him and is brothers as regular turtles he's going to ask for copy's. Don't tell anyone but he's working on a family album in his free time.

★ You are now his older sister figure, no you aren't getting out of it. He comes to you when he needs help or has a problem with something or someone. He says that he inherited your kindness even though it doesn't work that way.

★He lowkey love's it when you pamper him like he is still your pet turtle. Doesn't matter if he's a big guy now! He wants chin scratches and lap pillows. Also he makes Draxum apologize for what he did to you.

#Leonardo #Donatello #Michelangelo #ROTTMNT #tmnt #raph x reader #leo x reader #Donnie x Reader #michelangelo x reader #donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #donatello headcanons #leonardo x reader #leonardo headcanons #leonardo #Raphael #raphael x reader #Raphael headcannons #rotmnt mikey #mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo

[nardos-primetime]

TW FOR CHILD NEGLECT/ABUSE & SH

More info under the cut.

Things were hard at first. After the (final) lab explosion, it took a while for Lee to even want to leave it. A part of all of them kind of hoped Muninn and Huginn would come back for them.

Where Draxum's inconsistent dehumanization and high praise only served to build a connection that has rules such as "No calling me foolish names like Dad, only Father if you truly insist." his two henchmen provided more security for the boys.

Once they did leave, Lee- Or Blue. Because names were forbidden from Draxum. They were Red, Orange, Purple, and Blue. Nonetheless, Lee remembered something about getting above ground, into human society, so that's where they worked to get.

Mic has a bit of a temper if he feels like he's being treated like a baby, he'll often respond angrily. (Such as when Lee and Donno try to hide their arguments from him.) This isn't to say he doesn't try to stay cheery, he often plays more of the role of what he thinks a little brother is. Sometimes he cant even control the act, sometimes it feels like his energy levels aren't under his control. He's ironically cooped up by the situation, making him rather antsy since he doesn't have the safety to be free and do things for fun. He is also the one that often collects food and tries to prep some kind of meals for the group. He looks up to Rage and Lee the most since they work to keep happiness between the four.

Rage is mostly nonverbal, only very occasionally will he talk, often quietly. In most cases, he uses body language or other noises. He struggles with his own anger and urges to lash out, which results in him doing the opposite to not scare the others, trying to become as harmless as possible towards them. He tries to help Mic feel better during Donno and Lee's arguments (normally pisses Mic off more.)

Donno is confident. Not really, he often makes jokes and pushes his own ego to ignore the uncertainty of their situation. He is often sitting down or carried by his brothers since his right ankle tends to hurt, possibly from the growth enhancer they'd all been given. He's also the most hungry, so the lack of consistent meals hit him the hardest. He tries to avoid problems, leading to arguments with Lee about what they should be doing, (he normally caves in, though.)

Lee became the de facto leader, leading the others around to try and find their father, which he does believe loved them. Just in his…. Own way. Lee finds the places for them to sleep and takes up responsibilities when needed. Every day, he insists that they'll find their dad (they still follow the name rule, but since dad isn't here, it's not that bad to call him that, right?) Everything will be okay! Even if he's starting to have his own doubts. He's their hope. He can't give up.

Donno always gets hungrier first.

Donno starts an… ugly habit between his brothers and him. And an uglier hunger for a... certain type of meat.

(This is messier ironically since the first draft I had to delete cooked so hard but here's some lore for the beginning Era of the au.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt angst #Draxum's Side of The Family AU

[thedawningofthehour]

Galois Room Post!

I made Gale's room in the Sims! It took a ridiculous amount of time for such a tiny room. Overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out-it's faithful to what I was picturing, and the places it's not can be blamed more on the limitations of the Sims 4. One thing I struggled with was the size. It's supposed to be a pretty small room, most of the living areas in Draxum's house are, but I definitely had trouble placing everything I wanted in there. Sizing it up 1x1 made it feel too big though. (Sims 5, please let us build walls on half or quarter tiles, I'm BEGGING you) In the end I couldn't fit in a real bookshelf, which was my only real gripe, but he still has plenty of space for books. (plus Draxum has so many bookshelves, he can offload some if he gets too cramped)

I wanted to have it mostly Galois but not 100% Galois. He's a teenager and wants to decorate his bedroom to the nines because that's what teenagers do, but I also wanted to keep in mind that this furniture was not bought for him and was mostly left over from its last occupant/bought when Draxum viewed Donnie as his new science slave and not his son.

Without further ado, here we go!

It's...yeah, it's white. Nothing else really looked good. It was Bella's room first and Draxum didn't bother to repaint. She probably had this place papered with posters and cringey 90's wall hangings when she lived here. In retrospect pale purple walls were a trend in the 90's, but whatever it's done now.

(I also forgot to paint the walls originally so I might have just gotten used to the white)

Also just imagine the ceilings are a little lower, the wall height needed to be on medium for the rest of Draxum's house to work and due to how the Sims 4 works I couldn't give just Gale's room shorter walls. The top of the cabinet should be touching the ceiling.

Other side! Gave him some nice plants, he's got some hanging ones around his bed and computer area. :) I'm not sure how I feel about the rug but I was feeling a circular rug and the colors worked. Left door is to the bathroom.

Huginn and Muninn 100% made that knitted turtle for him.

Did I give him one of those fairy light canopies every movie and sitcom character had in the 2000's? Yes. Yes I did. Look, I wasn't planning on it, but I saw it in the lighting section and I had to give it to him. I know I'm terrible to him but he is my baby and I will spoil him.

Better view of the bed. (the canopy kept fading from existence) Got the salt lamp and the lantern Cass gave him, I'm so happy I found those. I'm probably the least happy here, he needs more stuff on his shelves and more pictures under them. There's so many goddamn pictures in this room but HE IS A TEENAGED BOY and this is how they express themselves.

Also the clutter under the bed. In-fic that platform is actually storage space, so it works. Please enjoy how he's hiding his fashion magazines behind the pillow.

His little computer corner! The Draxum family stays pretty unplugged when they're not at work, (Draxum would like them to be anyway) but Gale's allowed to have all the tech he wants in his bedroom as long as it stays in this corner.

Swing back again and-

Just pretend that the vampire doll is Atomic Lass, okay?

So that bookcase thing. Is NOT a bookcase. It is a thing of evil. It drove me absolutely nuts because I wanted to fill those shelves in with clutter. Those are not snap points. But the bookcase has snap points. So I couldn't alt-move stuff there or use 9-0 keys because they'd just snap to the bottom there. So now they just look empty and stupid while he has books on the floor.

But other than that, I like this corner. He's got some binders for schoolwork in the cubby there, got some artsy stuff for relaxing and his box of vinyl records with no record player. (Draxum probably has a record player somewhere) It looks like how an actual teenager would organize his shit. I'm not sure how I feel about him leaving a stack of books on the floor, but overall Gale is a very good book owner so I'm sure he's careful.

He doesn't get a window so I gave him a nice picture with curtains so he can pretend.

On a side note, I absolutely fucking hate the curtains in this game, that was the only set that looked good and didn't cover up the whole damn picture AND THEY DIDN'T COME IN PURPLE. Really, there's such a lack of purple in this room. Blame the color swatches, because I tried. God I miss Create-A-Style.

Again, please use your imagination and imagine the bulletin board filled with pictures of him with Cass or Pax and loving notes from the goyles. There's also a watch on his dresser-before he recreated his tech gauntlet, Draxum gave him a really nice watch to wear. He doesn't wear it anymore because having his gauntlet on hand is a major source of comfort, but he still loves the watch. I also realize this looks more like a girl's bedroom, but to be fair Donnie is very gender and Galois inherited that from him.

(I was SO tempted to put that box of kleenex behind his computer)

Close-up of the clutter in his corner. I know Donnie's canonically not into geology, but this game really wants you to use rocks as decor. Also purple.

I don't know what that orb thing is supposed to be. Maybe like a mini version of the orb Draxum was looking into during the Goyles episode? That sounds like something a Yokai teenager would have in their room.

I wanted to give him a stereo too but my game glitched out and wouldn't place any, so I put a mixtape there in honor of that. We'll say Cass made it for him.

I did make his bathroom too, but it's not the most interesting because

Yeah, pretty small.

God, doors in this game look so silly when they're up against a wall.

It was looking way too white so I gave him the fishies and the plants for a splash of green. That sink is also SO not the style I was going for but everything else was clashing with the other counter. We can say this bathroom was remodeled at some point when vessel sinks were in fashion. I don't know why because no one was living here when they were. (Huginn and Muninn probably did it as a weekend project just for fun) I feel like he needs a rug and a big piece of art on the opposite wall, now that I'm looking at it.

I definitely went overboard with the bathroom clutter. I was just very excited that I was able to squeeze in a whole counter just for decoration. Seriously, I just wanted to add in that eyebrow pencil so he could draw on his eyebrows, then that evolved into the blush palette and the makeup brushes and the lotions and the nail stuff. He doesn't even fucking wear blush.

He did make his electric toothbrush, though Draxum makes him keep a backup because he's skeptical about how that works.

And that's the build! I'm also building the rest of Draxum's house, but it's taking a while due to the absolute utter ridiculousness of the layout. (I mean, it's my own fault, I'm the one that chose this layout)(and also because I need to use the curved wall tool for his mushroom house, and by god curved walls are impossible to work with) Decorating should be quicker though, the only place with this level of detail should be the lab and maybe the greenery. I'll probably revise his room a little, maybe paint his walls an actual color. I also want to do something more with the cactus he has on his counter. Maybe I'll download some more CC so I can give him purple curtains.

I also have no idea if this is actually playable. Probably not, I feel like a Sim wouldn't be able to figure out the platform bed thing. But whatever, I didn't make this to actually play in.

#doth #donatello #BEDROOM MASTERPOST #i have no idea how to tag this so people can retrieve it for reference #i'll probably just link it to the masterpost? yeah that'll probably work better

[strqyr]

(vibrates while looking at Raven=Girl Who Fell Through World and Qrow= Boy Who Fell From The Sky theory) PLEASE ELABORATE????

okay but fair warning, this is a brainworm from 4am from some months ago so whether it makes sense or not is secondary to me having fun lol

basically, my line of thinking went like this; these two stories have similar names (just from different perspectives) -> there's a story about 'hidden remnant' too, is that about remnant or another world that's like remnant but different (two world / two perspectives?) -> raven and qrow have magic and the girl fell to a magical place so maybe they're from that magical place (where shapeshifting is everyday occurrence) and fell to remnant?

we don't know anything about the boy who fell from the sky besides... well, that it's a story with that name, but the girl who fell through the world kinda gives me raven vibes (ran away from the consequences of a choice, 'she brushed off her bumps and bruises for nothing hurt more than the loneliness in her chest', etc.) if you're also randomly(?) falling through the world, it helps having a semblance that makes a whole in time and space.

i've also speculated / theorized that yang inherited shapeshifting from raven and that she would learn how to do so in wonderland, so if there's a magical world where that is completely natural, what better place to learn it? (and maybe meet some extended family she didn't know even existed) (which, if raven portaling wonderland gang out does come up, could also lead to the twins returning home and feeling sad because "she wasn't the same girl anymore") (like imagine they had a good home in a magical world and through some shenanigans they ended up in a completely different world raised by bandits? sucks in the perfect branwen way)

it's also toying with an idea that the twins have in some way lost memories, because it uh. keeps coming up. kinda.

one of qrow's allusions is the scarecrow, who 'lacks a brain'; with these wizard of oz allusions, instead of these characters always having what they believe they lack, they lose what they had (usually when salem happens); lionheart was brave until he wasn't, ironwood had a heart until he threw it away. soooo.. 'lacking a brain' could be played as losing memories.

raven and qrow also allude to huginn and muninn, translated from old norse to thought and memory/mind, so there's another nod towards memories.

higanbana (name of the town raven and qrow met in) is a flower with many meanings behind it, one of them being lost memory.

finally, because i leave no stone unturned when it comes to crack theories, in V5 raven literally says "either i'm losing my memory or you've all lost your spines." and you know, she kind of, not completely but just tiny bit, lost her spine, so who's to say she didn't lose her memories at some point, too? checkmate.

all-in-all this is just a very long way of answering a question "if raven and qrow weren't originally from remnant, why wouldn't they remember?" with "they lost their memories. next."

(tbh this whole 'lost memories' business could be its completely own theory. i just tacked it here because i could)

"okay but how come they have both magic and semblances then?" idk, i don't fill plotholes, i make them.

but also the idea of yang aka goldilocks finding herself in a different world and reaching a house in the woods with a family living there only to find out later that they're kinda related, actually, tickles me.

#rwby #raven branwen #qrow branwen #branwen twins #miki-13 #ask.strqyr

[aimasup]

What caused the fight in the last picture in the Leo profile?

Okay so basically the plot focuses on their lives as Draxum's minion's, right? Slice of life stuff, kind of sinister and strict but their bond is still there also Huginn and Muninn help to lighten the load

Behind the scenes, because healthy communication is off the table, they veer off into their own paths.

Mikey goes to the surface despite the warnings and ends up befriending April and unlearning propaganda.

Leo has his own agenda and is the only one who hears Mikey out, but also Dealing with his own Things.

Donnie is thriving under direct supervision of Draxum but also is too curious for his own good, and is torn between his own 'good' life and the truth once he knows they're the bad guys.

Raph has been to the surface a few times, once as a kid, and once after an argument, and now he's unwaveringly loyal to Draxum because trust issues and fear :p he's fifteen good grief

This imbalance in the status quo, where everyone is starting to plot their own thing, ends up in long-terms gripes being unearthed and many disagreements, including the one you're referring to.

Slow road to redemption but they get there eventually. 'Season two' is them having a better-ish life on the surface

#rottmnt au #draxum turtles!au

[fandomficsnstuff]

Healer - Part 7

Ivar x Modern!Reader

(Warnings: none I think, but let me know if I’m wrong:D)

The tattoos I imagined are here only with the names swapped

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You sighed heavily as you finished your food, frowning at Ivar “so.. why did Ubbe leave? You weren’t quite… clear on that…” you asked, Ivar sighing and looking away, almost as if irritated by your questions and prodding, but he didn’t say so if that was the case, only shrugging lightly “after we realised they had taken you, and we couldn’t find you, Ubbe and Hvitserk went behind my back to negotiate a pace, and your release, even after I told them not to, that it would not work. They were beaten and humiliated, so Ubbe chose to go back to Kattegat, Hvitserk almost joined him but at the last second he choose to join me instead” Ivar explained, your head slowly nodding as you looked down “I wish I could have said goodbye… but we’ll see him soon, when we go back to Kattegat, right?” you asked, Ivar tensing up and hesitating, avoiding your gaze as he looked down, fiddling with the leather straps that held the braces on his legs in place “Ivar? We are going back to Kattegat, right?” you asked, Ivar sighing and looking up dramatically, looking back at you afterwards “not exactly, no. Do you remember King Harald?” Ivar asked, watching you intently as you frowned, trying to remember before hesitantly nodding “yeah, his brother went with Björn, right?” you asked, Ivar nodding and gesturing randomly at you “well… we will need his help to get Kattegat back” Ivar admitted and half expected you to tell him how it wasn’t worth it, how it didn’t matter. But you didn’t, you just nodded, making Ivar frown “you… are okay with me taking back Kattegat by force?” he asked surprised, seeing you smile softly “Ivar, I may not have known Aslaug for long, but after my own mother died, she was the only one who I ever came close to loving like that again” you explained, Ivar almost smiled softly at your words, knowing that Aslaug had meant just as much to you as to him, Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd’s unwillingness to get revenge sickened him, but at least he had you on his side in this, and everything else, he thought.

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You slowly walked into the cell where the bishop was held, Ivar calmly walking in like he was just going grocery shopping, making you frown slightly. You looked at the bishop and awkwardly waved “hello” you said, glancing at Ivar who glanced at you and then the bishop, saying something in a language you didn’t recognize, though it sounded a lot like Latin. He said your name, gestured to you and then the bishop glared even more at you, saying a word you recognized, ‘Heathen’, and then another word you didn’t recognize. Ivar glared at him, a small dagger in hand when you stopped him “n-no, it’s okay. I understood that word, but it’s okay” you said, giving Ivar a sweet smile as he looked at you shocked, but not as shocked as he put on, he knew you by now, after all. You turned back to the bishop, Heahmund, and kneeled in front of him, sitting on the cold ground, glancing once again to Ivar for reassurance before back at Heahmund. “Hello, I have heard some things about you. Where I’m from is… different. Believing in Jesus Christ is very common but most don’t believe in anything, actually. Or they believe in multiple or one completely different” you explained, Ivar translating what he knew, the bishop eyeing you with suspicion, cautious of you, with good reason, you were on the enemy’s side after all. “I just wanted to introduce myself, properly. I will be around Ivar a lot, and you will be around him probably more. I just thought introducing myself was better than having you make assumptions about me without knowing me” you explained, Ivar still translating. Heahmund seemed to accept your words, hesitantly bowing his head, saying something and then glancing at Ivar with a glare before looking back to you, something about his gaze seemed more… respectful, somehow.

Ivar gritted his teeth and you frowned at him “what did he say?” you asked, Ivar hesitating before eventually answering, though rather reluctantly as he probably wanted nothing more than to cut Heahmund’s head off “nothing worth repeating” he gritted out and looked at you, his whole face softening as he nodded towards the door, making you get up and walk towards the door, Ivar casting one lsat glare at Heahmund before leaving him once again alone in his chains.

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You watched Ivar get another tattoo, you were both fascinated by the tattoos he got and confused, you had no idea what some of them meant, others you only had an inclination about. Ivar smirked at you as he straightened up, making you frown at him as the tattoo artist, I guess you could call him, took a step back, beginning to clean his tools and pack them away. “What kind do you want?” he asked casually, making your eyes go wide as you watched his calm, amused expression “me? A tattoo? I-I’m not sure” you said with a smile and a nervous laugh, Ivar chuckling lightly “you do not have to, but if you want, all you have to do is ask, dove” he said with a smirk, your cheeks filling with heat at the nickname. Ever since you came back during the battle, ever since that first time, he had every now and then called you nicknames, mostly dove or love, and it filled your stomach with butterflies, making you feel both giddy and anxious at the same time, hell, sometimes even separately. You shrugged, thinking it over before deciding, what the hell, you only live once, right? Or in your case, once in the modern world and probably the rest of your life in the past. You shrugged and sighed “Odín has two ravens, right?” you asked and Ivar smirked, saying something quietly to the man who had been tattooing him and then he got up, sitting down on a crate next to him as he watched you get up and hesitantly roll up your left sleeve, exhaling heavily “so… maybe one of the ravens, just the outline…?” you asked and the man nodded, beginning to prepare to make another tattoo when Ivar jumped in “which one do you want?” he asked and you shrugged “I don’t know..” you said nervously, tattoos hurt, right?

Ivar noticed your anxiety and couldn’t help but admire how cute you were, leg bouncing, teeth nibbling at your lower lip, brows furrowed. Gods, you were beautiful, so beautiful, and you acted like you didn’t even know, but you had to know, right? No one could be so beautiful and not know it. “I will have the other” he said, making you turn and look at him with a small relieved smile “you will? Which one?” you asked and Ivar shrugged “there are two ravens, Huginn and Muninn. Memory and Mind, which one will you choose?” he asked and you thought about it before smiling at him “Memory, so I’ll never forget” you explained, Ivar feeling his heart flutter at your words, you wanted to remember, remember him, remember all you have gone through, with or without him. “You will have Mind, because of that clever mind of yours” you added, Ivar forcing a smirk to make you believe he found it amusing, when in truth he couldn’t get your beauty out of his mind, the mind you so adored. You wanted to remember your time here, in case you ever somehow got back to where you came from. The thought saddened Ivar, his smirk fading into a sollem look as you began to get your tattoo, your attention off of him. His eyes took in every single detail of you, as though you could vanish into thin air. You didn’t come from here, what if one day you suddenly woke up back where you came from? In your time? Would you still have the memory of him? Of this moment where you sat, giddy and anxious at the same time, wincing every so often but with a smile on your face as you watched the outline of a raven be tattooed on the inside of your wrist. Ivar began to feel a sense of envy, envy because one day, you’d probably return home, you’d return home and marry someone who deserved you, not an angry cripple who could not please you. But Ivar was a selfish man, he never wanted you to go home… not once had you talked of how you missed it, not once have you said that you longed for it, perhaps you were better off here? With him?

Ivar was brought out of his trance when you called his name, smiling at him as he looked adorable with his half-shocked and half ‘I was definitely paying attention to what you were saying… I think?’ look. “Ivar? It is your turn” you announced and got up, holding your sore wrist without touching the new tatto there, under the raven was the name Huginn in runes. Ivar sat down and instructed the tattoo to be filled out instead of yours, which was just an outline. “Don’t know how you can ask for that, it hurts like a bitch” you admitted, Ivar chuckling and then frowning at you, careless about the needle that was literally being bashed into his arm “what does that mean?” he asked curiously, making you grimace a bit “it’s actually a uh… a sort of bad word, I guess? It’s definitely not something you call someone, especially not a woman. It’s real meaning is a female dog, but it’s become more of a bad word, something you usually call someone to offend them” you explained, Ivar frowning and looking off into the distance for a second, thinking it over before looking at you, more confused “why would you call a woman a female dog?” he asked, confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh “some men do it, some women do it. It’s very offensive” you explained further, Ivar giving a small ‘hm’ in return before shrugging, much to the silent dismay of the man tattooing him, his movements halting before resuming once Ivar was still again.

You gave Ivar a wide grin as he got up, instantly grabbing his hand and raising it, turning his right wrist so you could see it. You grinned up at him and Ivar had already forgotten how he almost tipped over with you grabbing his wrist, your smile sending butterflies into his stomach. He almost leaned down, almost tried to press a kiss to your beautiful lips but before he could even try, a man shouted at him that they were ready to move, making him groan and grit his teeth, Gods he hated sailing... and interruptions.

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You grimaced as you watched Ivar try to act as though he wasn’t sea sick. You quietly moved over to him, sitting across from him with a frown, catching his attention “what?” he snapped, you could practically see the vomit in his throat, making you sigh “distractions help… I-I don’t have anything for seasickness” you whispered, knowing that admitting as a viking, Ivar Ragnarson, no less, that he was seasick would not be good, Ivar clenching his jaw and looking away from you, his eyes nervous scanning his men before going back to you “what would you have me do, hm? I am Viking, (Y/N)” he hissed and you thought for a second, hesitating before getting up, managing to not flatten him as the waves made the boat tilt ever so slightly. You sat down close to him, already noticing how tense he was. You sighed and took his hand in yours, flattening his palm against your own, palm facing yours, the top of his hand bared for you. You traced his bone structure with your other hand, fingers gently running across his hand, you didn’t say anything, nor look at him as you continued to gently trace his bones, humming each time your fingers went over a joint or something like that, Ivar’s eyes staring at you in slight amazement, adoration written all over his face as his eyes studied you. You were both broken out of your trance when one of his men announced that they were almost at their destination.

You turned and smiled at Ivar “still seasick?” you asked in a whisper, giggling at how he looked shocked. You got up and sat down by Hvitserk, taking some of the food he was eating and taking a bite yourself, earning a snarky remark from Hvitserk that made the both of you laugh. Ivar’s eyes stayed on you, a dazed expression on his face as he watched you, admired you, the crinkles at the corner of your eyes as you smiled or laughed, how your lips parted when you spoke, your voice carried all the way to the other side of the longboat to him as you spoke with Hvitserk.

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#Ivar x Reader #Ivar x Modern!Reader #Vikings fic #Healer fics

[puckwritesstuff]

What happens in the future after Hela Lokisdóttir was born?

This was just supposed to be a few tantalizing tidbits about Hela's life growing up, but eventually turned into a full life summary for the character. Hope that works for you!

Odin was surprised at Hela's appearance, expecting her to be born with blue skin. He insisted that Sigyn give her exam after exam, but after the third check where Sigyn found nothing immediately wrong, she forced him to stop.

Hela was a very healthy child, but Frigga worried because she wouldn't babble or really make many noises at all. Even her crying was quiet. However, Hela and Loki seemed to understand each other very well, and Loki always knew what she needed.

When Hela started talking, it was in full sentences. She was about four years old and had wandered into the throne room, where Loki was speaking with Thor and Odin on how to deal with a troll problem in Alfheim and she looked over the plans Thor had drawn up and said: "I do not believe that would have the desired effect." The adults stared at her. She pointed out that the trolls were probably fortified in a nearby cave and thus had a place to retreat, so it would be better to block off the entrance first. She looked to Loki and said: "That is what you were about to say, was it not, Father?" He admitted it was.

All the ladies of the court who had thought that Hela was the most beautiful little princess were suddenly very put off by her intelligence and formal matter of speaking. The kids of the court were cruel to her, but also terrified. They started rumors amongst themselves that if she stared long enough into your eyes, she'd steal your soul.

Even within her own family, there was a wariness about her. Odin was distant, unsure of what it meant that his granddaughter was the Goddess of Death. Frigga was always kind, but did think there was something wrong with her. Thor adored his niece, but could not understand her for the life of him. Even Loki, who was the only one that fully understood and accepted her, felt like Hela didn't think them particularly close. Hela, for her part, considered her half-brother Sleipnir to be the family member that she got along with the best.

On that point, Hela was wonderful with animals. All the pets of the palace liked her, including Odin's ravens. She'd often be seen around the palace sitting with Huginn and Muninn, whispering to them in languages most didn't understand. She'd also make friends with wild animals as well. One day, she brought home a wolf and a large snake. When Loki asked about them, Hela said that they were part of the family now and she had named them already, so if he tried to get rid of them, she would be very cross. She referred to Fenris and Jormungandr the same way she referred to Sleipnir-- more like they were her siblings than pets.

Loki did eventually ask Sigyn to marry him, and she said yes. Before she did, she asked Hela for permission to marry her father. Hela didn't understand the question. When Sigyn explained that getting married to Loki would make her part of the family, Hela asked: "Were you not before?"

Hela never really asked about her mother. Loki, in the preparations for the wedding, tried to impress upon Hela that marrying Sigyn didn't mean that he was trying to replace Angrboda. Hela also didn't understand this conversation, saying: "Mother is safe within the halls of Valhalla, and she told you not to be alone before she died. She always knew that you and Sigyn were close, and she is happy that you have finally found each other." When Loki asked Hela how she knew that, she explained that she talks with Angrboda all the time in her dreams. "Grandfather says that I am to be the Goddess of Death. It would stand to reason that I can more easily communicate with them than others."

Loki was a nervous wreck when Sigyn was pregnant with Nari and Vali, constantly asking if she was okay and offering to do things for her. She kept reminding him that Angrboða's preeclampsia not only wasn't his fault, but that she was not at risk for it. Odin knew that he could no longer hide that Loki was Jotun. Loki and Sigyn were shocked, and Loki offered Sigyn a way out of the marriage if she wanted it. She refused to leave him, not just for the twins, but because nothing would change the fact that she loved him.

When the twins was born, Loki wanted to make sure that Hela never felt like she was less important than her little brother and sister. Hela, on the other hand, was still emotionally recovering from learning that she's half-Jotun. She got even more upset that the twins were born with blue skin but could already shift to look more "normal". Hela had tried learning how to shape-shift, but couldn't at all. She ended up lashing out at Sigyn, who she had heard been called 'the most beautiful woman in Asgard' many times, and who represented an ideal of physical form that she would never be able to achieve. One night, she cut off Sigyn's hair and dyed what remained a garish magenta color. Loki tried to help Hela as much as he could, but he knew he had to punish her for this. She spent three months on Nidavellir, learning how to spin gold to make a wig to replace what she had destroyed.

In her late adolescence, still rejected by Asgardian society even if she was loved by her family, Hela wandered the Nine Realms with Fenris and Jörmungandr, looking for a place where she felt she belonged. She found herself in Helheim, where she met the regent of the realm, a Danish king named Dyggvi. She fell in love with him and he with her, but he warned her that if they married, she would never be able to return to Asgard and she would be unable to reunite with her mother in Valhalla. She sought advice from Heimdall, who told her that she would always have her parents' love, but that she had to make her own path in the universe and find her own happiness. After a final, tearful goodbye with her father and stepmother, Hela returned to Dyggvi and took her place as Queen of Helheim.

Thank you for the ask!

#meta #hela lokisdottir #loki #sigyn #odin #frigga #thor #logyn #loki x angrboda #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic

[tmngoose]

Some Assembly Required: a Rottmnt story

Remember this post? Well, I decided to clean up what I had and show it to y’all. This was supposed to be a much longer story, but back when I was writing it, I jumped ship for a different fic I was working on and never came back OTL Characters: Donnie, Mikey, Raph, Leo, April, Shelldon, Draxum, Huginn & Muninn (albeit super brief) Tags: Lab accidents, fires, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, obscure UHF reference I won’t be uploading this to Ao3, so you can read it under the cut :U

For the longest time, Donnie dreamed of the perfect lab partner. Though Shelldon was an impeccable assistant, there were moments where Donnie longed to work side-by-side with another scientist. Someone with a thirst for knowledge! Someone who shared his passion for all things technical and methodical; a scientist, just like he considered himself to be! 

To think Baron Draxum would be Donnie's long-awaited lab partner was not a scenario the Softshell had ever fathomed. Still, it was one he accepted with great enthusiasm. 

Draxum and Donnie saw no reason to doubt their capabilities. However, the rest of the family remained wary whenever the two of them went off meddling in the lab. With April's help, Raph, Leo, and Mikey devised a strict set of guidelines to ensure Donnie and Draxum wouldn't get into too much trouble. 

"Scoff!" Donnie threw the hefty packet of rules down at his feet, offended. "What do you take us for: a pair of unhinged Frankensteins? Y'know, it'd be nice if, just for once, you guys would have a little faith in our scientific endeavors!" 

"It's not that we don't trust you guys," April explained, "It's just... you guys tend to get a little carried away with your projects, that's all!" 

"What's that suppose to mean?" 

"The last time Barry was in a lab, he created the Oozesquitos," April folded her arms, "And don't get me started about the time you messed with your brother's brains."

"Okay! I get it!" Donnie sighed. He picked up the packet of rules and flapped the dust out from its pages. "We won't get carried away: Todd scout's honor." 

April smiled, "Thanks, Dee." 

"Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Draxum and I were just about to partake in our latest  scientific acquisition: Professor Philo's Chemistry Set for the At-Home Scientist!" Donnie started off for his lab, tucking the packet into a compartment in his battle-shell.

April shook her head, smiling as she headed inside the living room, where the sounds of 8-bit gaming welcomed her. Raph and Mikey were too invested in whatever racing game they were playing to notice April. 

"Soo, how'd it go?" Leo asked from his beanbag chair. "Is Donnie mad that we're afraid he'll bring Potatozilla into existence or what?"

"I say he handled it pretty well!" April plopped herself down in the recliner. "I told Donnie that we just wanted to make sure he and Draxum toned it down a bit, that's all." 

"See? I told you he'd listen to April!" Mikey grinned smugly at Leo.

Leo rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He went back to scrolling his social feed on his phone, "I'll believe it when they don't create a giant mutant potato or somethin'."

"Be nice, Leo," April swung her legs over the armrest. "We've gotta have a little faith in 'em. Besides, I've never seen Donnie this happy since-" 

KA-BOOOOOOM!!!

A powerful tremor shook the lair, taking everyone by surprise. The trinkets Splinter's 'Do Not Touch' cabinet rattled and shook, a few of the lighter items clattered to the floor. April held onto the armchair with Raph steadying it before it could topple over backward. Mikey hid inside of his shell out of reflex as Leo jumped to his feet, prepared to face whatever threat was upon them.

"Omigosh!" Mikey exclaimed, popping his head out of his shell. "What was that?!" 

"You don't think DIGG's tryin' to take down the Kaufman Coliseum again?" Raph frowned, trying to rub the ringing out from his ears. 

"Um, guys?" Leo sniffed the air, "Does anyone else smell something burning, or is that Raph's 'Taken-By-Surprise' stink?" 

Raph sniffed at his underarm, "Nope. It's not me!" 

April and Mikey took a moment to smell the air, their noses wrinkled at the familiar acrid odor of smoke. 

And smoke could only mean one thing: something was on fire. 

Oh no! Donnie! Barry! April's stomach dropped over the thought. She bolted out of the living room with Raph, Leo, and Mikey right behind her. "Please let it be a giant mutant potato!" 

It wasn't a giant mutant potato. 

By the time they entered the atrium, a thick cloud of smoke had spilled out from the mouth of Donnie's lab, billowing up into the rafters above. Although they couldn't see it, they could hear the fire roaring from deep within the lab.

"Mad Dogz!" Raph barked, "Initiate ‘Fire Safety Plan Alpha!’"  “FSssPAH!” Mikey pronounced the acronym from the back of the group.

But before Raph could lead the rescue, Draxum leaped out from the smoke carrying Donnie in his arms; their matching lab coats singed. Shelldon flew out, not too far behind, with Huginn and Munnin holding onto his back. 

"Barry!" April ran up to the soot-stained alchemist. "What happened?! I thought y'all we're gonna take things easy? Didn’t y’all read the packet?!" 

"We were," Draxum rasped, passing Donnie's limp body into Raph's arms. "If it weren't for a pair of idle hands." He gave his gargoyles a sharp look while removing the safety goggles from his face, leaving clean rings around his eyes.

Munnin's wings sagged, "The instructions weren't joking when it said 'everything in this chemistry set is a fire hazard.'"

"Yeah, including the instructions," Huginn hung his head, "Our bad."

"So, how're we suppose to handle this whole situation?" Leo asked, gesturing to the raging inferno that was (formally) Donnie's lab.

"I'm on it, dudes!" Shelldon replied, concentrating on his emergency protocols hardwired into his drives.

The fire-alarm system blared to life. Then came the hissing of the sprinklers going off and the gush of extinguishing foam spraying deep within the lab. Slowly, the smoke was beginning to ease up, much to everyone's relief.

Slowly, Donnie began to stir, groaning as he slowly regained consciousness, "Ugh... what? M-my lab..." His confusion morphed into panic as he realized the severity of the situation. "My lab!!" He squirmed feebly in Raph's arms, mortified.

"Woah, take it easy," Raph held Donnie against him, firm enough to subdue him yet careful not to hurt him. "That chemistry set of yours nearly got you guys barbequed." 

Donnie frowned, "No, you don't understand!" His eyes stung with tears as he thought of his life's work gone in a blaze of unsupervised stupidity. "Everything's ruined!"

"Hey, you don't know that for sure!" April gently touched Donnie's shoulder. "Besides, what's important is you're both okay!" 

"April's right," Mikey agreed, clinging to Draxum's side, "We're glad y'all made it out safely. A little flambéed, but you get the idea."

"But my lab," Donnie emphasized. 

"Lab shmab, we can worry about that later!" Leo nudged Draxum with his elbow. "For now, let's focus on getting you toasted marshmallows taken care of."

"Yeah, what Leo said!" Raph adjusted Donnie in his arms, heading for the bathroom where the first aid kit was kept. "Just you wait; maybe it's not as bad as you think!"

                                                            -x-

Raph's sense of judgment was always a mixed bag, and this time, he couldn't have been farther from the truth. 

The lab was a smoldering mess, virtually unrecognizable to the Turtles, Draxum, and April. The walls were blackened, and the smell of burnt wiring and computer parts hung sourly in the air. Puddles of foam and water gathered in parts of the floor, adding to the disarray.

Donnie searched desperately for anything salvageable, but the prospects were slim to none. The bandaged Softshell approached the remnants of his workstation, absolutely gutted. He reached for what was once a prototype for a new battle shell, but it crumbled into ash in his hands. 

"Alas, this must've been what it felt like to lose the Library of Alexandria," Donnie mourned poetically, sinking to his knees. Shelldon drifted up to his heartbroken creator, pressing his head against Donnie's side like the loyal drone he was.

"Okaaayyy, so it's a little charbroiled in here," Leo cringed. "But if anyone can fix this, it's you!" 

"Do you have any idea how long that'll take me?" Donnie moaned, overwhelmed by the daunting task. "It took me years of refurbishing junk and computer parts, and now I have nothing! Zilch! Nada! No equipment, no materials, no anything!"

Donnie's outburst left the others speechless. They had seen him upset before, but nothing to this extent. 

Quietly, Draxum approached Donatello, "As someone who has lost their life's work twice, I understand your plight," he said, joining the turtle on the floor. "However, unlike myself, you are fortunate not to face this endeavor alone. You have your friends, your brothers, and... your lab partner," Draxum looked off to the side, somewhat flustered by the sentimental mushiness his words implied. 

"Draxibald's right, Donnie!" Mikey beamed. He was so proud of Barry for stepping up to the plate. He popped up in between them, slinging his arms over their shoulders, "You've got us to help you! We'll have your lab up and running in no time!"

Leo smiled, "Yeah, with you bossing us around, we can totally get the job done!"

"But a total rebuild of this scope requires a certain level of technological sophistication!" Donnie deflated, "So unless you know of any tech-savvy geniuses out there, I don't see how any of this is possible."

"Oh, I know a guy," April answered, "And I'm lookin' right at him~" She smiled at Donnie, who didn't know how to process the compliment. "Have a little faith in yourself, Dee!"  Donnie blinked, stunned that his own words were used against him.

"Yeah, you said so yourself!” Raph joined in, “You and that big brain of yours built this lab out of nothin' but junk! If there's anyone who can build back better than ever, it's you! So whaddya say, Don?"

Donnie looked at Raph's hand extended out to him. He then glanced over at Leo, Mikey, and April, all eagerly awaiting his response. He turned to Draxum, who gave a curt nod.

Touched by the support of his family, Donnie wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, "I say let's order some pizzas and chop-chop! Rome wasn't built in a day, people! We've got our work cut out for us!"  He took Raph’s hand and was lifted up from the ground.  Yes, Donnie supposed he could have a little faith in himself, and everyone else as well.

#rottmnt #tmngoosepost #abandoned fic #rottmnt fic #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt shelldon #huginn and munnin #I was going through my old WIPs and decided to show y'all this one

[myriathspracticecorner]

My drawings suck!

Honestly, they do.

Okay, yes, I agree that I am also not totally bad at drawing and I also agree that I am able to create stuff that people like. Hell, I even can create stuff that I like myself, which is a fairly new development.

So let me explain what I mean when I say my drawings suck.

To make it plain, I don’t know what I am doing. When I use my brush (or pen, or whatever), I try to get to a result that represents what I see in my head and what looks visually appealing. The former one is something I never achieve, maybe it’s even not possible to achieve this - my brain will always be better at imagining things than drawing them. That’s human nature. The latter thing is what’s problematic (to me). I try. I experiment. But in a bad way.

Every scientist would agree that it is a bad idea to just mix stuff together and then see what happens. It can lead to good results, but most of the time it won’t. It could even be dangerous, which drawing luckily isn’t. And even if you manage to get good results fairly often, you have several problems. Firstly, how do you tell it is good? Your aim was to create something. Full stop. Yeah, congratulations, you’ll always get something as a result when you do anything. But to get a good result you have to have a goal in mind, a hypothesis to prove or falsify, something to work towards. And then you can check if your reached your goal or not. And secondly, how do you recreate the results? You just mixed randomly stuff together and adjusted whenever you felt like it. Which steps were key, which were unnecessary?

So this is why my drawings suck. I try, but I don’t know what I am doing.

Maybe it’s better to show examples. Here are three of my better artworks with some rough critiques. Please keep in mind that I absolutely love all these pieces. But I still think they suck.

#1 Ivarr

I think it’s fairly obvious in this with what’s wrong.

At first there is the anatomy. There are many mistakes because I don’t understand it correctly. I can absolutely draw something human with okay-ish human shape, but there are still may mistakes. I need many brushstrokes to get to that result. If I knew, understood, anatomy, I could leave about 80% of those brushstrokes away. I’d know where to place them and see why things look wrong. But I don’t. My understanding gets better, because I started observing, learnin, but I am far from knowing.

The next thing is the light. Where does it come from? Bounce lights? Ambient lights? The advantage of art is clearly that you can make up lights, but if you want it to look believable, you have to have some basics in mind. We always compare with reality. That’s in our nature.

#2 Huginn and Muninn

In this one we have again the topic of light. But since this is a very reduced illustration, it matters more. Birds are three dimensional creatures. Light and the absence of light should be considered and create the volume of the bodies. It should, but it doesn’t in my drawing. Because I didn’t consider it enough. I have trouble working three dimensional on a 2D canvas. Because I have never practiced it. So yes, I have to study volume to represent how light works with it.

The next thing is clearly brushstrokes. You see how this is a very reduced illustration. Why did I need that many brushstrokes? Procreate says nearly 8.5k. The answer is easy: I am missing intent. I put them down and hope. Instead I should think about everything I do and why I do it. Great artists do this. Maybe not in a way like you put down pieces in the lower levels in Tetris, where you think and plan. They work like in those later, super fast levels. They just place them without think about it because they know what they are doing. They make mistakes too, but they can work with it.

#3 Winter Shoe

And again, light, volume and also perspective. Think I don’t have to talk about this again.

What I want to talk about is, how early I thought it was finished. I even posted it and then saw a major problem. It was blurry. The eyes had nothing to focus on. My work with hard and soft edges was way better than usually, but still it didn’t work. Because I didn’t know what I was doing. So I spent much more time with correcting stuff and making it readable.

So maybe know you understand why I say my drawings suck. I am definitely not bad, but still have a long journey ahead to finally get good. And once I’ve reached that goal, which I will realise much later after I’ve reached it, it continues with getting better.

Art is a never ending journey which can lead you to unexpected destinations. And I am looking forward to it. I really do. I look forward to the joy, the laughter, the cheering, the cursing and swearing- which I do a lot - and the struggling. The hating of what I do, the failing and the getting back to my feet and trying again. Taking learning to draw seriously is tough. And I began to love it.

Cheers,

Jas ❤️

#text post #art critique #random thoughts #myriath practice

[eternalglitch]

Like Father Like Son: Chapter 1

Prologue

Arc 1: Chapter 1

“Ha! Your loss, brother,” Donnie crowed, holding up the complete popsicle stick with a flourish.

Read it on HERE on ao3.

Chapter Specific Warnings: no specific ones (please see the general ones listed in the prologue) 

Chapter One: a Night Like Any Other

“Ha! Your loss, brother,” Donnie crowed, revealing the last complete popsicle stick with a flourish.

Leo glowered at the half of a stick that was left in his hand, his brow furrowed as he stared at the stick like it would give answers as to why it had betrayed him so. “Why did we switch to drawing sticks for pizza runs? What ever happened to a good old game of rock-paper-scissors?”

“Mikey kept losing,” Raph said, already fishing one hand around inside of their collective pizza fund’s jar. “So I figured this would be a little more… fair.”

Mikey, perched on the table next to Raph, rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks flushing a bit as he looked to the side. Raph patted him encouragingly on the head as he pulled his other hand back out of the jar, counting up the coins in his palm.

“Fair? How is this fair Donnie clearly cheated!” Leo complained, jabbing an accusatory finger in Donnie’s direction. “Look at that- that look on his face! He clearly did something!”

“I would never.” Donnie crossed his arms, raising one of his sharpie eyebrows in mock hurt. “And, really, Nardo? You were the one holding the sticks at the start. How would you propose I even did that? Where is your proof?”

“Well, what about ordering it in? What ever happened to that?” Leo pressed, waving his hands around in large, dramatic motions.

Mikey swung his feet forwards as he slid off of the table and landed on his feet with a small bounce. “It’s a pickup special night!” he said. “We get two whole pies for the price of one!”

“And so, of course, we ordered four,” Donnie deadpanned, typing something into his wrist watch. “Now, if you please, I estimate the pizza will be out of the oven in exactly eighteen minutes based on the last twenty times we ordered it, so be on your way now. Shoo shoo, go go.”

“But- couldn’t April-“ Leo kept trying, but Raph pried open Leo’s right hand and pressed the change into his palm.

“C’mon, Leo, the pizza’s gonna get cold. We did this fair and square.” He stared at Leo, putting on his puppy eyed pleading face, and Leo couldn’t exactly say no to that look, now could he.

Leo sighed loud enough to make sure everyone heard it, but tucked the money away in his pouch. “Fine,” he grumbled. Raph patted him encouragingly on the shell as Leo passed by to head for the nearest ladder to the surface. “But I call dibs on the first slice!” he called over his shoulder. He chuckled as he heard a faint “boo” echo behind him.

Leo approached the slightly rusty ladder that lead up to the nearest sewer lid, and glanced up at it. He reached for the first rung but hesitated, considering his options.

“Actually, let’s take a shortcut,” he murmured, unsheathing his sword in one smooth motion. His reflection winked back at him as he drew the sword forwards and started to carefully draw bigger and bigger circles in the air. With a soft crackle, a blue portal snapped into existence, vibrant and brimming with energy.

The only problem was that it was too small for Leo to feasibly fit through it.

“Fine,” he sighed, sheathing his sword. The portal winked out of existence, and Leo started to painstakingly ascend the ladder. “Looks like we’re doing this the old fashioned way.”

It was late, but New York still bustled on, lights making the alleyways and corners appear that much darker. Leo remained there, in that twilight area between the human and the yokai world, with a practiced ease as he ducked into an alleyway and scaled a drainpipe to get to the roofs.

He’d never admit it, but he didn’t actually mind going on these pizza runs. Sure, it was a bother, and he could be watching the Jupiter Jim movie that Donnie had no doubt resumed watching without him right now (of course, Raph would make sure they rewatched the parts Leo missed), but it was sometimes nice to just have some space. The feeling of his feet slapping against the buildings as he jumped from one to the next, the way the moon always looked bigger and brighter at this time… even the distant screeches of the weirdest things New York had to offer, like fake wizards or a small group of mutant silverfish or even that more recent group of flat earthers. It was comforting… it was familiar.

He made it to their favorite pizza place in record time, crouching low on the opposite rooftop as he scoped out the situation inside of the pizza parlor. “Couldn’t just get Hueso’s, could they,” he muttered, squinting as he tried to spy which pizza box set out had their names on it. “Just had to make me figure out how to get the pizza from the “no mutants allowed” area.”

He spotted a stack of four boxes, one with a short word on top that maybe said either Leo or Raph; it was too far away to be sure. “Okay, this time for sure,” he muttered, drawing his sword again.

It was like a video game; wait for the waiter to pass, avoid the chef setting out more pizzas, aim, and… bingo! A blue portal popped up next to Leo and above the pizza boxes. He reached both hands in, fishing around for the edge of the boxes as he squinted against the blinding blue light suddenly right in his face. He felt the edge of the top box and followed it down, snatching the four hot boxes and pulling them against his chest. The portal started to shrink, and Leo threw the money from his pouch into it just before it vanished. They ate here far too often to be banned for dine and dashing.

It was rare to have four pizzas to carry though; normally there was just the one that they all split. Even if it was just paying for two tonight, Leo decided that dad must have been in a good mood. There was no way Raph had enough money for two pizzas stored up, they always ate through their pizza money the second they had any available. Perhaps he was just impressed that his four sons were genetically related to the movie star Lou Jitsu? That was definitely something worth celebrating.

Leo carefully picked up the four boxes, using his chin to press down on them to make sure they didn’t fall. He turned a bit, staring back at the multitudes of roof tops he now had to jump across with precious cargo. The smell of melted cheese was now heavy in the air, and his stomach growled loudly. Leo wilted, slumping over the boxes in his arms. “There has to be a better way to do this,” he said. He glanced at his sword. “What do you say? Two outta three?”

The sword, of course, did not give a response, nor did it apparently feel like going for two out of three. After waving it around and cursing it a lot, Leo had to come to the conclusion that slowly jogging back was the only way to go.

It was painstakingly slow compared to the trip over, and the smell of the pizza made it feel that much more unbearable. Leo was so caught up in making sure his packages were delivered safely, however, that he remained unaware to the presence of two small gargoyles watching him from overhead.

“Hey there!” a voice chirped, and Leo startled, nearly tipping backwards into an alleyway he had just hopped over.

He glanced upwards, eyes flicking from place to place until his gaze landed on what he was looking for. Two small little black bodies, barely held aloft by small wings, greeted him.

Leo squinted at them, perplexed. “Do I know you?”

One of them flew forwards, his sharp little face nearly touching his. “Know us? Of course you know us! We’re Huginn—“

“-and Muninn,” the other added helpfully.

“Right, right. And Muninn,” the gargoyle continued. “And we’re the official henchmen of none other than-“

“Oh, wait, right,” Leo realized. “You’re Baron Draxum’s shoulder pads!” He whirled around, completely missing the slightly offended and proud looks on Huginn and Muninn’s faces as he focused instead on scanning the rooftops while his grip on the pizza boxes tightened.

Was Draxum here? Not that Leo was scared or anything- of course not- but, well, he didn’t exactly dream of fighting murderous mutants by himself.

At this point, Leo realized the gargoyles were still talking, but it was too late to tune in now; if Draxum appeared, he wouldn’t be ideal to fight alone, especially while his stupid sword was on the fritz. The gargoyles had come closer to him now, and were hovering directly in his way. “Sorry, we’ll have a chat later; gotta go!” he shouted, shoulder checking the two gargoyles so they were sent spinning out of his way.

“Hey!” an indignant voice shouted as Leo leaped into the air, scrambling to not drop the pizzas as he dropped and rolled onto the next roof. He ended the roll clumsily on his back, rocking slightly as he skidded forwards on his shell, and had to use forwards momentum to leap back onto his feet. One pizza box slipped and he barely saved it from hitting the ground.

“What, not even a greeting? I thought you’d at least have the decency to stay and exchange a few words!” The voice was right behind him already, and Leo jolted, glancing backwards. Right. They flew, of course he couldn’t lose them so easily.

“Wasn’t he supposed to be the funny one?” the other gargoyle asked from behind him.

Leo started running again, not allowing himself to stop and catch his breath. “Wow, my brothers really ordered rush delivery,” he managed to say in between gasps. He glanced over his shoulder and winced when he saw the two keeping up with his pace. Was he out of shape? No way. It must be him trying to balance four pizza boxes while doing this.

At that thought, his eyes darted back down towards the pizza boxes, and Leo groaned as a very bad idea struck him. “Nooo don’t make me choose,” he whined, legs still pumping as fast as he could go while awkwardly holding everything. “You guys are the worst! Just for making me do this! You hear me?” he yelled over his shoulder at the two pests that were still right behind him.

He grabbed the top pizza box- sorry Raph- and threw it like a Frisbee at one of the gargoyles- Huginn, maybe? Really, they looked kind of the same to Leo. Huginn avoided it, his sharp little face grinning wider than he had already been doing. “Ha, you missed- gah!” He vanished into an alleyway beneath them, this time Donnie’s pizza acting as tribute.

“Haha!” Leo cheered. “Score one for the turtles! Donnie, you owed me for stealing my allowance last week anyways.” His gaze swung to the remaining gargoyle, whose eyes widened.

“Uh,” Muninn squeaked. “Can we maybe talk about this?”

The pizza box hit him in the face, and he tumbled into the alleyway after the other one. Leo paused, leaning over the edge of the building to watch Muninn crash right on top of Huginn, who had been trying to climb out of a dumpster. The force of the fall made the lid swing shut on top of both of them.

“Well,” Leo said, scratching the top of his head. “Talk about taking out the trash.” He glanced down at the remaining box in his hands. It was, not surprisingly, the box with his own name on it. “Aw man, the pizza though,” he groaned. “Maybe I overreacted to two flying rats- er, gargoyles. But they better not make me pay for it. This wasn’t my fault, obviously.” He pondered it for a moment, pacing on the rooftop before the thudding and distant cries of trapped gargoyles made him stop. He crouched down to stare at the dumpster before nodding. “Right. Well, they never need to know about this. If I just say that maaaybe there was like, eight bad guys, or- or maybe even Baron Draxum himself, they won’t even be able to be mad! It only makes sense that I had to make sacrifices!”

“Oh, well, in that case, maybe I can help you out.”

Leo reacted immediately, his hand shooting to his sword’s hilt as he unsheathed it and whirled to face Draxum behind him in one fluid motion. The yokai stared down at him, a smirk on his face, as he stepped down off of the purple roots that had lifted him onto the rooftop.

“I came here to ask you-“

“Absolutely not, I am not facing you on a rooftop again,” Leo interrupted. He glanced down at the last pizza. “Sorry,” he whispered, before he wound his arm back and hurled the box at Draxum’s face. Clearly a pizza box assault was the last thing he was expecting, because the yokai just stood there and took the corner of the box right in between his eyes. The box crumpled and opened just enough for gooey cheese to cover his face, and more importantly, his eyes.

Leo didn’t wait another second; he took off again, gripping his sword tightly as one hand fished around in his pouch for his cellphone. He furiously punched in the numbers and held the phone up by his earhole. “C’mon Raph, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone.” There was a moment where the ringing dial tone continued before Raph’s voice answered.

“Raph! Quick, I need- aaaaand that’s a recording,“ Leo realized as the pre-recorded message he had heard so many times continued. “Why didn’t I call Donnie? He’s the one always glued to his technology, Raph sometimes forgets to charge- whoAH HEY THAT’S NOT OKAY,” he yelped, skidding to a stop as purple roots burst from the cement right in front of him.

His momentum lost, his arms pin wheeled furiously as he attempted to turn and keep going. The roots shot towards him, and he jumped, landing on one before hopping onto the next. A grin grew on his face as he realized that he just had to keep moving, and he did a flip in the air before gracefully landing on the next one. “Annnd he sticks the landing!”

There was a cracking sound, and Leo’s face froze as his phone fell apart with a small tinkle of scattering glass and electronics. A smaller root had spearheaded his phone from behind, puncturing a perfect hole through the center.

“Wha- this was the worst welcome reception I’ve ever experienced!” Leo wobbled as the roots shifted, Draxum appearing just above him on another root. The yokai flicked off the last string of cheese from one of his horns, face almost expressionless as he stared down at Leo.

“There’s nowhere to run,” Draxum said, a smug smile finally crossing his lips. “Now, why don’t you make it easier for both of us and just come along quietly?“

Leo’s eyes darted towards his sword. “Oh, is that what you think?” he asked. “Because I’m just getting started!” He jumped, bringing the sword down on Draxum, who blocked it with one armored arm with ease. His orange eyes narrowed, and Leo had just enough time to brace himself before he was sent hurtling backwards, skipping across building tops like a pebble across water.

Leo finally stopped when he hit an advertising billboard with a cracking sound, denting the metal and sliding down into a seated position. The familiar sound of cars and chatter cut off, a loud ringing sound filling Leo’s head instead. He blinked a few times, opening his eyes to stare up at the clear night sky. To the rest of New York, it was just a night like any other, but right now... “Ugh,” he groaned, pressing one hand to his temple. He felt sick and dizzy, and through a blurry gaze he could see Draxum gliding towards him on his roots. Leo tried to stand, but his legs shook, and the urge to throw up only seemed to grow with each movement. He wobbled, and had to use his sword as a crutch to prop himself up. “I knew fighting him up here was a bad idea,” he muttered.

Through the ringing, Draxum’s voice took on a sinister tone, the yokai approaching Leo slowly, as a cat cornered its prey. “That wasn’t very impressive, was it?” he asked. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at Leo. “Want to try that again?”

“No,” Leo managed to get out, leaning against the bulletin board. “But I am willing to try this.” With a shaking arm he used his sword to draw a circle in the air between him and Draxum. The portal burst into life, small, but not small enough that it wouldn’t work. For once, Leo didn’t even care if he got the destination right; he just moved, only able to focus on getting away.  He dived through the portal, arms outstretched as he made a last ditch desperate attempt to get the hell out of dodge. And, for a second, he thought he made it, the familiar sewer air kissing his face as he made it through the portal. He even managed to portal home, too, with what felt like a concussion on top of everything else going on. His brothers would be impressed once they hear about his adventurous night out, Leo thought, woozy but pleased.

He turned to watch the portal snap shut, but then he felt it- a hand on his ankle, nails digging into his skin, a grip tightening and tightening until it hurt and with his already bad balance Leo was easily being yanked backwards, the sword clattering to the floor besides him, and he was being pulled back through his own portal-

He scrambled blindly at the floor, searching for something to grab onto, but he couldn’t reach anything; he needed help-

Where is everyone-

This is bad bad bad-

“Guys?!” Leo yelled, kicking at the hand. He saw stars. “Anyone? Da-!”

And the portal disappeared, almost as if it had never been there.

Only a sword remained, forgotten on the sewer floor.

(Chapter Two ->)

#lfls #like father like son #rottmnt lfls #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #glitch writes #the tumblr version continues~ #IF I FORGET ANY ITALICS I AM SORRY LOL #please don't reupload anywhere btw^^ #reblogs are appreciated though!!

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Okay but better idea... Huginn and Muninn.... are ADOPTIVE brothers. They arnt biologically related, but since they had no one else, they basically adopted eachother.

THIS! I am all for adoptive brothers! Huginn and Muninn don’t even think about it anymore. They may not have had each other when they were born, but they’ve been hanging out nonstop for years since. Naturally, they just started calling each other brother and never questioned it.

#rottmnt #anon ask #huginn and muninn #i am weak for adoptive relationships #the gargoyle sons are adopted in one way or another #be it by draxum or each other

[mitkitty]

Gift of a Frenemy

((Happy birthday, Tessa! ^v^ *huuuuugs* hope you enjoy this oneshot))

((Aaaaaaah its all so cute, thank you so much!!!

Birthdays had always been a… mixed bag for Wil.

When she was able to spend it with her mothers, it was nice. They gave her their full attention, letting her pick whatever activity they did that day and whatever dish they had for supper (plus the homemade birthday cakes were nice too).

The birthdays where she had to spend it alone, however… weren’t so great. Students and teachers at school never remembered, and due to her lack of popularity, she wasn’t exactly the ‘birthday party’ type.

Until now, that is. To some, having a birthday party in the sewers was far from ideal. But to her - seeing her friends, her moms and her boyfriend all in one place, giving her the birthday party she never really had - it was absolutely perfect.

She lost track of how long it lasted, though a part of her wouldn’t have minded if it lasted forever. She laughed and joked around with her friends, played party games, ate good food, watched movies (NOT Lou Jitsu ones, thank goodness), danced and pretty much just partied to her hearts content.

“-Hey, we’re not too late, are we?” Wil turned her attention towards one of the Lair entrances, and grinned.

“N-Nope,” she told the gargoyles, hopping down from the second level to greet them, “C-Come on in!”

“Aww, thanks Wil!” Muninn said, smiling back. 

“Yeah,” Huginn nodded, “Happy birthday, kid.” He would have waved or offered her a hug, though the heavy gift bag in his and Muninn’s hands prevented him from doing so.

Not wanting them to strain their little wings any longer, Wil took the bag. “Aww, th-thanks you guys! You’re so sweet.” They flew over to her shoulders, nuzzling her cheeks a bit and making her giggle.

“Weeeell?” Muninn said after a few moments, “Come on, open it!”

“Heh, o-okay okay!” Setting it down, Wil opened up the gift bag - and while she wasn’t completely surprised by its contents, she was still touched by the meaning behind them. After all, she gave them snacks all the time, so it was only fitting they gave her snack in return. “Wowwww!”

She took each item out, wanting to fully appreciate the gift that she was sure they worked hard to get her. There was caramel popcorn, a jar of Nutella, a couple cupcakes, and even sugar cookies that had been frosted (albeit a bit messily) to look like her. “These are great!”

However, when she took out the final item - a small bag of blue, white and yellow M&Ms from the store in Times Square - she couldn’t help but smile. “Um, I-I’m sorry but- guys, y-you know I can’t eat chocolate.”

“Oh no, did we forget?” Muninn said in ‘shock’, his tone a bit forced, “Gosh, we’re sorry! Guess you’ll have to just exchange them for some non-chocolate candies.”

“Yeahhh,” Huginn nodded, smirking ever so slightly, “Though, I’d maybe wait until after you get Boss’ gift. You know, just in case.”

Wil gave them both a curious look, though didn’t get a chance to ask any follow-up questions. With one last hug to her shoulders, they wished her a happy birthday before flying up to the second level to see what other festivities the party had. 

“H-Huh…” Still wondering what Huginn meant by that, Wil gathered up all the treats and placed the bag next to her other presents before joining back into the birthday fun.

The moon was high above the NYC skyline as the Bulwarks returned home. Venny and Eva kissed their daughter goodnight before heading to bed. As for Wil herself, while the party had worn her out in the best possible way, her nocturnal feline instincts ensured that she would still be up for at least a couple hours more.

She fidgeted a bit with the (fake but still pretty) ruby covered bracelet Raph had given her as she thought about what to do next. “Maybe I’ll do some reading,” Wil mumbled to herself, thinking of the chemistry books and shoujo manga books Donnie and Leo had gotten her. Doing that would be both enjoyable and would make her sleepy. But before she could even begin to try and get comfy, there was a knock at their door.

Quietly, Wil padded down the stairs and opened the door. The tall figure in front of her took a moment to recognize, but once she saw the face underneath the hood, she wasn’t worried at all. “Y-You know,” she said, crossing her arms, “you c-could have just came to the pa-party.”

“Like I said,” Draxum grumbled, “I’m not much of a party person.” Besides, while Venny didn’t mind him and Wil and Mikey had wanted to include him, they all knew that there was still plenty of friction between him and Splinter. It would have been wrong to fill her special day with drama that she had nothing to do with. “Still, I figured it would be consider rude to let the occasion pass without a token of acknowledgement, so-” he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a vial, “Happy birthday.”

Wil’s eyes widened a bit as she took a closer look at the glass vial. Whatever was in it wasn’t green or glowing, thankfully. Instead, it was a cool, light shade of brown - almost like chocolate milk. “Wh-What is it?”

“Well… I was told you had allergies that prevented you from eating chocolate,” Draxum explained, “And judging by how many bakeries and candy shops there are in this city, I’d imagine that must be pretty frustrating. So, I thought I could help with that.”

Wil blinked, a bit shocked. “Wait, so… s-so, is this like an Antihistamine or-”

“One dose, and your dietary biology will be forever changed,” Draxum told her, “and you’ll be able to eat as much chocolate as you wish without any harmful side effects. Well, other than a stomachache and cavities, maybe.”

She stared at him, a bit shocked. She honestly didn’t know what to say. Seeing this, Draxum quickly added, “You don’t have to drink it. I won’t force you to. It’s yours to do whatever you wish with, including throw away. I just-… I thought that, after everything you’ve done for me, the least I could do is provide you with a mutation that you might actually want.”

Wil’s eyes softened a bit at that. “You big d-dummy…” Taking the vial, she hugged him. Surprised though not as annoyed with the action as he normally might have been, he patted her back. Hugs weren’t… that bad, on rare occasions.

“I n-never said I hated being a c-cat, you know,” she told him once the hug ended, “Like I t-told you before…” It had been scary at first - completely terrifying, really. But she was stronger and faster now, not to mention the fact that if she had never mutated, she might have never met her best friends. Sure, being a cat in a world of humans would still always have its difficulties, it was still her life. It wasn’t always easy, but she accepted it. She was happy, whiskers and all.

“If you’re wanting to m-make up for this wh-whole situation-” she gestured to herself- “then, well, y-you’re already doing it by trying to be a better person! That means more than a-any potion or mutation.”

“…” Draxum glanced away a bit. “I suppose so…”

Wil looked down at the vial. She was sure that Draxum had thoroughly tested it, but even so- “I’ll h-have to sleep on it a little b-before I decide to use this or not. Still-” she smiled genuinely at him, letting her appreciation be known loud and clear, “T-Thank you for the gift, Draxum.”

Draxum nodded. “Happy birthday, Wilhelmina.” With that taken care of, he began to turn away, figuring that he had already taken up enough of her time-

“Hey, s-speaking of birthdays, we still have some leftover cake, i-if you want some.” That made Draxum pause. “I know how much y-you love Mom’s cooking~” she added, giving him a small smirk.

Draxum scoffed, though didn’t move. “…I guess one slice couldn’t hurt. The walk over made me a bit peckish anyway.” Wil chuckled, and happily opened the door to let him in.

Yep… It really was a pretty perfect birthday.

#rottmnt #rottmnt ocs #this is after a lot of RP stuff oops heh #but its so cute i gotta share #submission

[apogexnarchive]

A STUDY OF KEIR

This may not make 100% sense to everyone because I keep Loki’s full narrative mostly to myself, but Keir’s one of my lesser known muses because he’s so quiet (I really do try to get him to open up more but he’s so mellow and prefers the backseat in everything and ofc the rest of my muses love the spotlight/are significantly louder) and I felt this was a good glimpse at just how important he is in Loki’s story and to/for Loki himself.

Also this is 100% rambling nonsense. It was in a docs of mine and I thought I’d copy/paste. Tried to clean it up a little but it’s a definite glimpse into my chaotic af mind hahaha

Foil to Odin? 

Their similarities:

Both best friends with Loki, like brothers (previously, for Odin)

Both dedicated to their work/people

Both highly regarded by their people

Interesting thought: Odin has Huginn and Muninn (thought and memory) but Keir is all three combined.

Odin chose his people and work over Loki. Keir is faced with a similar decision many times. Choose a people he loves dearly or his best friend. It’s a difficult decision, moreso as time goes on, and in the end he realizes he’s too devoted to Loki to wholly give himself over to a job that doesn’t always appreciate him. It’s possible, though, to care for your people without sacrificing your friends and loved ones, but it may mean sacrificing your position/power.

Plus, it’s possible to make the decision without harming another in the process. Odin made his decision with Loki’s kids and he undeniably made many enemies as he did so. He created a wound that will never heal.

Keir worked hard to get where he is today but being the King’s advisor wasn’t something he ever anticipated becoming. When he came to Loki with a broken wing it was because he was injured. And lo and behold, Loki was the man he had been searching for all these years. His job was to locate their rightful King, plant him on the throne, and then carry on, but instead he became Loki’s advisor and closest friend. It wasn’t a job he’d deny. He knew what his people needed and what they didn’t need and if being put in a position of considerable power meant he could enable that change then he was going to take it readily.

He’s been considered an outlaw because of his task to basically uproot the Council (oligarchy) and replace a King at the head of the Monarchy.

Bc of this he was on the run from higher figures for a while (and at such a young age--20s or so), making it hard to have a proper life. Something he wasn’t really upset about, but it certainly affected his relationship with his family. So here we see him already choosing his people over relationships.

His people were suffering, tho, and he knew no one else would rise up to take on this task and he figured he was entirely capable (his mentor said so), and thus he did. If he failed, then he would fail his people.

He did make new friends along this path (he met Lini and Arlo and Vig and Siafi and co, two of which continued on with him high into the monarchy. Loki chose Lini personally for his guard and Arlo rose ranks as an adept hacker and weapons specialist).

His story ends with a broken wing and Loki’s begins with one. Keir is wounded in his flight from the Council and others under their command to take him down. He’s able to escape so as to avoid being killed, but he’s uncertain if he can live on his own with a badly broken wing. This is where Loki finds him and takes him (under wing ha ha) to mend him and basically rehabilitate him. Under the assumption obviously that this is just a regular ole bird.

Faced with Loki’s healing abilities and watching him day to day, he comes to find out that this is the man he’s been looking for all this time. Funny how fate works like that ha ha.

Once healed and about the be released, he reveals himself to Loki. They talk. MAYBE Loki has raven blood in him. Faint, but enough, and that raven blood belongs to an old King. There’s no other heir alive. OR Keir thinks, this guy is exactly what I need to take back my monarchy. And if you help me, I’ll help you.

And in the end, Loki ends up King and Keir’s his advisor.

The two are able to patch up the mess the Council has created, though it takes some time. Vasilija’s part of the guard by that time and her existence is enough to qualm a lot of the others so peace can be regained. Siafi is planted in a higher up position, replacing a conspirator. Lini is part of the guard under Vasilija. Arlo still holds his rank. Vig didn’t want anything grand so he’s out travelling.

In the end, Loki doesn’t want to be a King forever. Once he has his kids, he just wants to focus on being a dad. And Keir doesn’t want to abandon his people to the same mess as before.

So the two basically change the government entirely. No longer a monarchy but a direct democracy, enabling the people to have considerably more power. And the leaders in charge are elected officials with equal power. They reestablish the White Ravens, as well, who act as powerful leaders overhead that are only used in duress. I.E. if a decision cannot be made in regard to a problem, if war is to be declared, etc. These White Ravens are their link to the people. They do not make decisions as their own individuals, they contact the people to find out what their consensus is and then use that decision. They’re a mediary, essentially.

With the government no longer at risk of becoming a dictatorship or an oligarchy again, Keir is at peace to semi-retire, or at least abandon his now null and void position, to focus on being HIM.

He will forever and always help orphaned ravens tho lbr.

Keir can be very headstrong and determined. Though he greatly values rules and laws, he understands that sometimes they must be broken for the betterment of others. Also it’s unavoidable when friends with Uni and Vas anyway.

He is entirely capable of humor. It’s dry sometimes, but not always.

He’s phenomenal with people. He knows how to talk down a situation or talk them out of danger or appease all parties present simply with the right words. Loki is NOT good at this and thus relies on Keir a lot for these moments. Not to say Loki’s bad at it, he’s just not remotely as good as Keir.

Keir greatly dislikes the mistreatment of others, especially over differences like race and sexuality etc. He will ALWAYS fight for his people to have equal rights and for their voices to be heard.

It’s difficult to anger Keir because he’s generally so calm and lax in all situations (you have to be considering all he’s been through), but when he’s angry he’s ANGRY.

He is gud boi and we lov him 2kforever okay don’t hurt the baby boi.

#↑ — character study ( keir ) #☾ --- the ADVISOR ( keir ) #[this is v long]

[davids-cartoon-corkboard]

Draxum’s Fate

Okay at this point most of us know Huginn and Muninn are named after the ravens that serve the one-eyed god Odin. This makes sense for Draxum as he's very much a guy who Knows A Lot of Shit and Wants To Be In Charge.

Draxum is going to lose an eye, just like Odin did.

And because I like to play favorites with 2k3, I think I might know how.

Draxum is a dramatic, arrogant evil genius who's totally down to kill anyone who gets in his way, yet he is the sort of villain you like, rather than the sort of villain you hate. He's a Big Bad, but not the Biggest Bad, and hates it when others have control over him.

And when the Kuroi Yuroi activates, the Shredder WILL have control over Draxum, one way or another.

His role is similar to 2k3's Baxter Stockman, who ALSO lost an eye early on.

2k3 Shredder typically killed those who failed him, but Baxter was valuable enough to leave alive.

And when the turtles kept winning, Baxter kept losing... his arm, his legs, his spine, and so on and so forth until he was just a floating brain in a jar.

Draxum might avoid this fate by rebuilding himself with his biotech skills.

He might, however, meet a different gruesome end, likely at the hands (or jaws) of one of his own creations (as happens so often with these mad scientist types). The myth of Ragnarok has Odin devoured by the wolf Fenrir, and who better than the canine mutant Rahzar to play that part?

(That’s what you get for stealing one of Todd’s puppies, Draxum.)

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