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Me when I post my risetober art 4 months late >>>>

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THERE'S A FUCKING NORSE MYTHOLOGY REFERENCE IN BLOODY RISE OF THE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES AND NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IT?!!!???

Okay, first off, the only reason I know this is because I did a presentation on the Norse god Odin for school, so like, Kudos to my teacher.

The following will state the reasons I believe that Baron Draxum is a Norse mythology reference to Odin, the Norse God Of War.

ANYWAYS!

We can see that Baron Draxum is first shown as,

DRAXUM!

--A menacing, towering figure with two "gargoyles" perched on each of his shoulders respectively in a bird-like manner. Both these creatures also have bird-like qualities, resembling monstrous crows with beady red eyes.

--Obsessed with war against humanity, or just war in general. (At least in season one.)

--Can be described as God-like. He literally refers to himself as Baron Draxum, Baron meaning a person of royal nobility or high status, also commonly being referred to as "Lord."

Now, why am I going around saying he's a Norse Mythology reference?

Well, just listen to the charecteristics of Odin, Norse God Of War!

ODIN!

---A menacing, towering figure with two crows perched on each of his shoulders respectively in a bird-like manner.

--Obsessed with war within humanity, or just war in general.

--Is literally God-like. He's a God.

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Is that not enough to convince you? Good, because it wasn't for me either!

Whats the real kicker? The undeniable evidence that this is truly a reference?

LAUGHS EVILLY!

Well you see, the names of the gargoyles belonging to Baron Draxum are "Huggin and Munnin."

And the names of Odins crows?

HUGINN AND MUNINN!

And just like Odin's Huginn and Muninn, Draxum's Huginn and Muninn fly around and gather him info and run his errands.

Huginn means Thought,

Muninn means Memory.

Anywho, I've literally never seen anybody else talk about this ever, so if I could be the first, I think that would be AWESOME!!! (But I doubt I am...)

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K, I'm done rambling. Back to the shadows I retreat!

H I M >>>

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SWEET MOTHER, HAILEY

The Moon is shining,

Brother, where is home?

The Sun is dimming,

Brother, where is home?

The Earth is calling,

Sister, where is home?

The Sky is crying,

Sister, where is home?

They all have questions,

And I lack answers.

What good am I now?

What good am I now?

They gave me a life,

They gave me a start,

But my hands are empty,

With nothing, I can part.

What do I give, how can I repay?

How can I live, in debt another day?

And the apologies are heavy,

The weight of brick and mortar,

Carried on my shoulders,

Hands empty, still I hold her.

And what good is a daughter,

If she cannot hold your hand?

As you blink away your life,

And leave to better lands?

I'll ask myself this daily,

And wonder what I could've done,

My sweet mother, Hailey,

Went home to the sun.

Struggling to live in the world we made for ourselves, for each other! For we never made this world in the image of kindness. We never cemented these bricks with the intention to shelter one another.

We only wished to trap each other.

We built this world on lies to make it a climb for power. We slip poison into each others cups. We did not fall to the hand of an enemy, we fell subject to not being able to trust anybody at all to do the right thing, not even ourselves.

We made a world where only the strong prevail, and each day, we weaken each other in the lust for menial things.

We are the predator. With jeering claws, horrible fangs, and horrifiying speed. We pin down the most helpless of prey, tearing through its unloveable flesh and grinning the heck off our snouts when blood stains our paws, and you open your maw, flashing shark-like teeth at your victim,

the last thing they'll see before death and you-- and YOU--

But moments away from clamping them dead in a saw-like manner, you notice they have the same eyes as you. Same nose. Same facial structure. Same face. Just... scared.

And in the reflection of their eyes, you can see a glimpse of your own face. You look scared too.

...Scared of yourself.

We are the prey.

Will you do it? Will you hurt yourself in hunger for something more?

I know the blood warms your paws in a masochistic way that you may enjoy. But is that because no one ever held your hands?...

You poor thing...

I'm sorry it had to be this way.