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Do I just post it? kinda anti-climactic
D: *lost in the neon*
Close ups under cut
😭😭😭 OMG, SO HEART WARMING!!!!
Baby Junior's First Steps (based on a scene from Bluey)
Prompt from my buddy @vadfannypack! Everyone thank them Right NoW!!
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What's Your Favorite Flower?
A little thing I wrote after considering what Eshra's answer would be. Takes place during the Bad Future™.
Rating: G
It’s such a minuscule thing, really, and in a normal world, a sane world, he never would have noticed it. Why would he? But the world isn’t normal, and it isn’t sane, and it hasn’t been for years, and so in this hellscape of shattered shades of gray all overlaid with a hellish red sky, the tiny splash of yellow catches his eye.
On feet as quiet as a cat’s paws, the yokai dips and darts across the torn up, rubble-strewn asphalt of… Bleecker Street, he thinks, near 11th, his dancer’s steps carrying him towards that incongruous dot of color. Every sense is in overdrive, like they have been since the invasion, but nothing trips his internal alarm, and he allows himself this brief moment of curiosity.
It’s a dandelion, he realizes after a frankly embarrassing number of seconds. Miraculously, the little yellow blossom is still clinging to life in this broken world, stubbornly reaching for the demonic sky and spreading its leaves to catch what little true sunlight might still filter through the red haze.
Eshra’s breath catches in his throat, an unexpected upsurge of emotion he has to swallow down hard, lest he risk making a noise and giving away his position. He reaches out almost without realizing it, his fingers stopping a hair’s breadth from the sunny petals. Somehow, even here, at the epicenter of the apocalypse, life endures. It persists, in spite of death, in spite of ruin, in spite of the krang.
The urge to protect the tiny flower, to uproot it and carry it somewhere safe, out of the reach of careless hound claws and crushing droid feet, is almost overwhelming. The fear of some mindless krang zombie shambling across this particular patch of broken concrete and heedlessly snuffing out this tiny spark of life has Eshra reaching for the dandelion again, for a moment intent on digging it up and spiriting it to safety. He nearly has his claws in the dirt before he stops himself, something that might be his conscience nipping at the edge of his mind. What right has he to impose his will on this precious, stubborn little thing? Why does he think he knows better? He draws his hand back, clutching it against his chest and instead simply taking a few cherished moments to just… look. Look and breathe and have just a minute’s worth of peace.
He goes back every day after that, each time terrified he won’t remember where the dandelion is, or worse, that something has happened to it while he’s been away. Each time, though, his fears are unfounded, and he finds his flower right where he left it, still as bright as the sun they can no longer see and still as insistent that it is going to live.
The day he spots a puff of white instead of the usual splash of yellow, Eshra’s heart jumps in his chest. Almost without care he hurries the last few dozen yards and crouches down next to the dandelion, which has turned from a sunburst blossom to a tiny cloud, and he's smiling a smile he’s forgotten he has. The yokai cups his hands around the seeded flower, a scrap of cloth in his fingers as a shield between the dandelion and the rest of the world. Then carefully, so very carefully, he blows on the puff, which shivers and quivers and at last releases its grip on its scores of minuscule seeds, allowing them to float safely into Eshra’s makeshift net.
After folding the cloth into a secure little sachet and tucking it into one of his supply pouches, Eshra finally lets himself touch his flower, a single delicate fingertip resting on the now bare seed head.
“Thank you,” he whispers, soft as the dandelion’s seeds, “for reminding me.”
I got inspired by the ongoing ROTTMNT Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao and made a Future design for my OC.
What do you think? Pretty neat, huh?
Death would be the realistic outcome for me and my OC (Regiomontanus/Gio), but it isn't the "cool" one, so I made an actual design, too. (Pardon the lighting on this next photo.)
It's very rough and isn't quite complete, but I had fun drawing it. I even came up with a bit of backstory (frontstory?) too:
Assigned to espionage and chemical warfare; occasionally assists in the medical bay
About 6' 3"; close to Future Donnie's height; feels short now that everyone else has caught up to them height-wise
Takes advantage of sea turtle traits to sneak through waterways
Gas masks help to reduce exposure both to weapons (land mask) and to toxic materials in the water (aquatic mask)
Cargo shorts provide extra storage space for chemical vials
Survived an encounter with Brother Krang (by getting the heck out of there ASAP), but got decently beat up by it, especially on the left side of their body
Survived longer than Raph (Mr. "Hero Who Must Protect Everyone"), died before Donnie
So yeah. This was just a quick little exercise to practice my freehand pen drawing skills (and seeing how long I could procrastinate on my work :p).
what's up you cool baby