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Lets see how this goes!

CREATURE CON MASTERPOST

Before we get started, please note that Creature Con is not a competition. There is no "winner" or "loser," but you can earn achievements! It'll be an online convention so that people can interact, share their stories, and make new friends!

Where and Who

Creature Con will be hosted on Discord! Both AU creators and guests are more than welcome to join.

However, guests do need to wait until all AU's are in and submissions are done for the Discord to be open to the public.

All TMNT generations are welcome!

What Counts As A Creature

For the purpose of this con, a creature counts as a character being a different thing, having something happening, or both! Here's a list:

Extra Mutations

Human Characters [April, Casey, ect.] Mutating

Curses [Vampire, Werewolf, ect.]

Mythical Creatures

Feral

Krangified

Ghosts/Spirits

Undead

Animal

Unmutated/Demutated

AU's will be separated based on category. If an AU fits multiple categories, the AU owner will be allowed to pick the one it goes in.

If your AU doesn't fit on here but you think they may apply or have a questions, contact one of the mods on the list below or send us an ask! However, do note some may count but might not be included as to not overwork the mods.

Participation

Their are many ways to participate! Interacting with AU's is the main one, but there are many ways to do this. Some ways include:

Making art

Writing

Roleplay [The Discord will have Tupperbox for Roleplay purposes!]

Gold Stars [Each AU participating gets one Gold Star that they can use/gift]

Asks [Both Discord and Tumblr]

If you do decide to make an ask on Tumblr, @ us and use event tags! We might miss it if you don't.

General Tags: #tmnt creature con #tmntcc

Specific Tags: #tmntcc art #tmntcc ask #tmntcc asks #tmntcc participant #tmntcc guest #tmntcc news

Interacting gets you achievements! Some will even be AU specific. Stay on the lookout for hints on hidden achievements as well, you never know what you might find.

Rules

While more rules will be available in the Discord once the server is open, here are some of the basics.

NO Tcest [This includes showing images/art with the intention of mocking it].

NO directed racism, ableism, transphobia, homophobia or sexism. If your AU contains these themes, they must be tagged and have the according TW/CW's.

Sensitive topics MUST be blocked out [In Discord, this means having || on either side of the word/sentence, which covers it] and tagged with TW/CW's.

NO Arguing, harassment, bullying, ect. If you have a problem with someone talk in private to sort things out, or contact a mod if they are causing issues.

NO heavy venting in the server.

NO spamming the server.

Want To Submit An AU?

When the forms are open, anyone is welcome to apply if their AU fits! As said above, it can be an AU from any generation. However, there are only 30 spots as to not overwhelm the mods with too many people!

SUBMISSION FORM

SUMISSIONS WILL BE OPEN FROM 6/19/2025 - 7/3/2025, WE WILL NOT BE TAKING ANY MORE SUBMISSIONS AFTER JULY 3RD AT 11:59PM UTC OR 6:59PM EST.

Once submissions are complete, there will be a break so everything can get set up and so invites can be sent out.

Some creators may be asked extra questions, here is where we'll ask if they are any extra TW/CW's forgotten when the form was filled out, along with things like custom achievements for the AU.

To make sure every AU has it's time to shine, there will be Spotlight Segments. During these, certain AU's from different categories will get focus put onto them. Think of it like a panel in an in person convention. This way, no AU gets overlooked!

Time of Spotlight Segments will vary depending on how many AU's we have attending.

DISCORD LINK - 🚧 [Under construction! Come back later!] 🚧

Mods

@calebscornerofart @uncannyalien @nights-flying-fox @noxvee6 @the-most-neon-leon @whyamiheretumbled

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👀

*looks at Onryo*

SOMETHING IS COMING

When exploring dimensions and universes, you don't always find you and your family to be... 'normal'. Sometimes, things happen and they are far from the turtles they once were. But that doesn't make them bad! Maybe all of the creatures out there need to know they're not alone...

TMNT: Creature Con is in development!

Are your silly little guys working through situations that have fundamentally changed them on a physical and/or mental level? Well we're here to say come on in! Creature Con is in the works for AUs of all levels of creepy, traumatized, haunted, cursed, mutated one too many times, and more!

We're still solidifying many things but if you or someone you know has an AU that deserves some love and hugs with all the spikes and blood and fangs and extra limbs then stay tuned! Spread the word even! We hope you'll think of participating ❤️

- TMNT Creature Con Mod Team

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Recent doodles and sketches I've done on my tablet!

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The final print!

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Here's the finalized sketch of what I decided to go with

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Sketches for the final project in my class

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Hola el /ella es Acumulador@. Y, como su nombre indica, es una acumulad@r compulsiv@. Vino a las Tortugas Ninja para recolectar objetos para su colección ilimitada. Así que, como estrategia para recolectar más, decidió dar algo a cambio. Su mercancía de este año son galletas de la fortuna. Cada galleta de Acumulador@ contiene un mensaje que puede ser positivo, negativo o neutral. Estos mensajes pueden ser un chiste, un poema, una sola palabra, un acertijo, etc. Nunca es muy claro, por eso la mayoría de la gente se confunde al leer estas galletas. Pero tengan por seguro que digan lo que digan, ya sea una predicción del futuro o sabiduría del presente, siempre es cierto. Además, el mensaje de la galleta de la fortuna puede ser para quien la abrió o para todo el grupo.

🔵 Leo got it.

Thanks for the ask!

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Wanted to just post the art of this post from the @tmntaucompetition

features my Onryo Donnie and Leo, and @renae-the-turtle's Raphael

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with no warning, Raph runs up to your group to try and smack Donatello on the head!!! Leo has already given up on trying to stop him, despite that they got here only yesterday lol

.......

......sure hope this doesn't trigger any trauma.....

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← Split →

Donnie POV

Tensions were still running high, no surprise there. They were just as quiet as before as they looked around, just now they were also standing further apart and trying not to look at each other.

Donatello ran his finger down the subtle grooves in the metal of his bo, forcibly unclenching his jaw again. They had been given a wide berth by their counterparts. Probably because the areas they were moving through were much less crowded, but also because they could probably sense the tension coming off the trio.

Logically, he knew that they should talk to try to sort things out. But evidence so far showed that talking just actually made things worse.

Though maybe the tension and distance was only bothering him. Leo's face was a mask of calm determination, holding himself firm and still and Donatello isn't able to read him at all. Mikey just looked ...bored.

Donatello kept having to check on them. Making sure the Leo hadn't quietly marched on without them, or that Mikey hadn't wandered off. And frankly, it was making him more anxious that he had been in the crowds earlier. At least then they had felt like some sort of a team, like Donatello could rely on them. On someone.

Now Donatello was alone again.

His hands tightened on his bo, and his jaw clenched. He tries to push it down into the buried ball deep inside him that has been festering this entire time.

He lost focus for a moment.

The sound of feeding slapping against stone. Moving fast. Something whistling through the air at his head.

Boots nearly slipping on wet concrete. The smell of water, mold, and blood staining the back of his throat. Rain blurred his vision behind the visor. Echoey sounds of his own gasps drowning out all else. Head spun, ribs ached. Leg pulsed in agony, muscles twitching around the knife still jabbed into it. Weak point in the joints. Dumb, stupid, an ambush. Move, try not to slip on the bodies scattered on the ground. The crack of his bo against a skull, sending vibrations through him, aches and pains echoing in response. One half of the broken wooden (stupid stupid stupid stupid) bo slid through numb fingers. Faint rumble beneath his feet, headlights flash by the alley, bright light refracting and bouncing off rain, off puddles stained with growing rivulets of red. A shadow from behind. Broken shard of wood twists in his hand. Someone down had gotten up. Heel, twist. Mind, desperate, blank. The whites of widening eyes and grit teeth, a bat swinging down at his head. He jabs upwards, broken bo piece clenched tight, end jagged. Sharp.

Soft. Slides. 'shktpblt'. Red.

Gone.

Donatello's heart pounds and he is already moving. A quick twitch of his wrist and his bo ratchets to life, segmenting, metal shifting, edges sharpening, and sparking to life. By the time the electrical buzz sinks into his senses, he's already swung, turning instantly with a sweep of his leg and shift of an ankle, hand sliding down the length of the bo with a familiarity etched in stone.

Leo, somehow, is faster.

There's an ear-bleeding shriek of metal on metal, the force of the blow slamming into an unexpected obstacle ricocheting painfully back through his arms as Leonardo's katana intercepts in a streak of silver. The shriek sharpens, discordant tones screaming, sparks flashing as the point of impact shifts as Leo slides to a stop from his sudden dash to intercept, bodily blocking Donatello from his target, his attacker.

Some part of Donnie knows he should stand down as he is met with Leonardo's whited out, steely gaze, unflinching as electricity crackles near his face. But the adrenaline and lingering grip of mind-numbing panic drowns it out. And that rolled-up ball of anger and hurt explodes. He snarls, pushing back against Leonardo, trying to leverage his size against him.

Leonardo is a wall, unmoving and unfaltering. He shifts his katana, twisting Donatello's grip on his bo, using the friction of their locked grip to force his bo down. Donatello is unfocused, not thinking, and the way his grip shifted uncoordinatedly would have had Master Splinter drilling him in katas for weeks. He manages to keep his grip, but is unable to stop Leonardo from planting the tip of his bo into the ground, the flat of his blade trapping it there. Without their weapons between them, Leonardo shifts forward, shoulder ramming into his, head lifting as his lips peel back into a snarl.

"Donatello, enough!"

Donatello struggles, pushing back against him. A flicker of movement, and his eyes flicker upwards, getting a glimpse of his target for the first time.

He froze.

Green.

Green eyes.

Raphael's eyes.

There was a ringing through his head as head as his bo dropped from numb fingers. In his peripheral, he saw Leo's face shift to something more concerned, mouth opening and closing, words lost in the haze.

A face he hadn't seen outside of faded photos in years looked up at him. The hit of fear faded, and an achingly familiar mask of anger and irritation fell into place. Face shifting into a scowl that Donatello had seen a million times before.

he-

he couldn't-

and he'd-

he'd almost-

It wasn't his Raphael. Raphael had been 20, and had never worn, never had the chance to wear, clothes like that at 15. But still, but still- He saw those eyes and...

Donnies leg is broken, his plastron cracked, and he is left in a broken heap in the ground as rubble falls around him. His vision is darkening, despite his every attempt to claw back into consciousness as a roar from the maddened shadowy titan that was the Shredder crashes over him, drowning out the sound of his breaths, his heart, his thoughts. A blurry smear of grey races towards him, as an entire cliffside is dislodged in the great beasts thrashing.

A streak of green and red and Donnie is already relaxing before he is scooped up into strong arms, hiss of pain lost in the rush as Raph leaps, doing his best to cover him as they skid across the ground, dust and bits of rock falling around them. His vision swims and begins to smear away into black and he can barely feel it as Raph drags him behind the relative safety and cover of an outcrop of rocks and trees. Raphaels shadow curls over him, and he can distantly feel him checking him over for any life threatening issue, any sounds or words lost in the shriek of the Shredder as it tore itself and the land around it apart. He is slipping when Raph turns and pulls away, his hand barely lifting, pleas caught in his throat. Raph noticed anyway, turning back. The flash of his teeth in a grin, the burning green of his eyes, and the smear of red of his bandana were the last things to go in Donnies fading visions, his words following him as he spiraled down. "Me and Leo got this, brainiac. Rest up, it'll be over before you wake up."

He never even got the chance to say goodbye.

Donatello is moving again, breaking away from Leo's grip on his shoulder. Pushing through the gathered crowd, he runs. He can hear Leo's shout, footsteps following him. Instinctively, he reaches to his hip back, grabbing two of the marble sized balls inside, throwing them behind them, hearing them burst with a pop, the acrid smell of the smoke tickling his throat. He veers sharply to the left, ducking into an alley as he continues to sprint.

Over the last couple of years he has gotten very good at disappearing.

When he comes fully back to himself, he is curled up in the boarded doorway of a back door in a secluded alley, far away from where he had left his brothers. The only sound is the harsh wheezes from his broken chest, gasps for air and control. He curls up tighter, arms wrapping tighter around his knees, bowing his head into the curl of his body.

His screams are muffled and unheard.

He is alone again.

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oof. well.

none of these guys are doing well and have been going through it. none of them are innocent for how things are.

Thanks for the ask!

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"Consume" monoprint

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"The Husk and The Shadow" monoprint

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This monoprint got more and more political the longer I worked on it, lol

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"Omen" monoprint

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So the next project is to make four monoprints. Onryo is my current muse, so they'll probably revolve around it

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The Onryo Boys at the Comp

aka what has been going through their heads

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← The Confrontation →

Ready, Leo turns to his brothers. Mikey is flopped backwards on the hill, staring glumly up at the still sky, letting out air in a long, spit-filled "pfbtbtbtbbtbtbtbb" before drawing more breath and repeating. Donnie was...glaring at a handful of grass in his hand, for some reason. Glowering at it as if he could will it to burst into flames with the heat of his gaze.

As much as Leo had missed each of his brothers like a lost limb, he had not missed corralling them.

"Okay", he broke the silence, hand falling to one of his katana handles as he readied to stand, "I think we should start checking out the outskirts for any signs."

Mikey somehow sunk into the hill even more, letting out an impressively loud groan, that might have been funny in a different situation, drawing a couple of gazes their way. "But we've been looking forever."

Despite himself, Leo found his lips twitching upwards. They had been searching for a while. While he didn't want to take a detour or a break, maybe they could see if there was food-

"Why bother."

Cold cut through Leo's being as his gaze shot to Donnie at the callously spoken words. His taller sibling barely spared him a glance before returning to idly, uncaringly, playing with his grass.

"I mean, really. What's the point?"

As a shot of rage went through him, Leo's grip tightened instinctively tightened on his katana handle.

A sudden burst of wind flattened the grass to the curve of the hill, tearing the grass from Donatellos grip as he startled.

"And what's your plan then?" he spat, each word dripping with venom.

Donatello was silent a moment as the wind faded, then spoke softly, "We don't even know if he's here." The final word cracking under the weight of a grief that shouldn't be there, because Raph wasn't gone. Just-

"We both know that there are others here who were separated, and still they all appeared here." Leo fought to soften his voice, he shouldn't lose control of his emotions so easily. The last thing he needed was to yell at his brothers.

Donnie didn't seem to have the same caveat. "Yes, separated! As in, in different parts of New York or the world, or some kind of 'Hidden City'," he gestured with finger quotes. "Not sealed away in some, some, some spiritual pocket dimension cut off from reality!"

Mikey's head flopped into view, partly obscured by Donnie. "I mean it's not like we've, you know, asked anyone. We've seen booths and peeps that are meant to help turtles like us find each other!"

Donnie threw his arms into the air, "For the last time, Michelangelo, I told you that I don't carry uranium on me!" And as Mikey pouted at him, spat, "And don't act all high and mighty, when I know you still have that lollipop in your pocket."

Mikey shrank on himself, hand hovering over his hoodie pocket, something dark flickering over his face for a moment before falling into apathy. Instead of a reprimand or anything relevant, Leos burning question from earlier slipped out. "And why does it sound like you have uranium at home?!"

Donnie whirled on him so fast he slid in the dry grass a little, and Leo absently worried about whiplash. "Oh, to build a nuke, of course!" he screeched, voice rising a few octaves and cracking a bit like it used to do when he was younger. "It's for Chompy!" he hisses, quieter.

Leo reels back, surprised. That... wasn't what he expected. "Why does Chompy need uranium?!"

Donnie paused for a moment, before taking a breath, arms finally dropping, and hands relaxing from their idle strangling pose. "Besides his diet of organic and inorganic materials, Chompy requires a steady supply of outside energy or radiation to stay healthy".

"I know that, but we never needed uranium before!" While he's not sure what Raph had originally been doing, he was sure he hadn't used uranium! It had only been two years since Leo had left, what happened?! How big could Chompy have gotten?!

Donnie's expression darkened, "And I wonder what could have happened to change that", he spat.

Leo flinched.

The hill fell silent. Something complex passes over Donatello's face, and he shrinks back into himself, gaze dropping, but Leo can't truly absorb it at the moment.

Mikey’s voice was soft, slowly pulling on a loose thread of his hoodie as he twined it around his finger. "He used to take Chompy up in the mornings to get some sun as the sun came up. Let me come along once or twice."

"I... didn't know that. He never told me", Leo said hesitatingly. It sounded like something Raph would do. The image in his head; of a safe, healthy Raph, bundled up sitting on a New York rooftop, enjoying the sight and feeling of the sun coming up, a snoozing Chompy resting in his lap as he traded idle pokes and banter with Mikey filled him with such intense longing, an ache felt down to his bones.

Mikeys rolled onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow, head turned towards him, eyes dark and voice flat, "Maybe we don't need you as much as you think we did".

Leo freezes, breath caught in his throat. He can barely hear the hiss Donnie lets out at Mikey; whatever words he says are lost to him. Mikey only rolls his eyes, rolling back to lie flat, cheeks puffing as he lets out a huff of air.

Leo stares at them for a moment, stunned. He knew there would be some animosity, some blame. He was prepared for his brothers to hate him. Or maybe he hadn't. Maybe he hadn't expected it from both of them. Maybe he hadn't expected them to be so open about it.

Didn't they understand? He hadn't wanted to, but he had to. He had to.

He swallowed back the acid that curled in the back of his throat, as something bitter and angry curled in his stomach for a moment. He would not lash out and give in to his emotions. His earlier slip was bad enough. He was better trained than that.

Ignoring the burn in his eyes, Leo stood. "Stay here if you want. But I am going to continue searching", voice still and composed. He leapt neatly down the hill and began making his way down the dirt road. 

For a moment there was silence behind him, before the grass rustled and two more pairs of footsteps rushed after him.

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oof.

references: ultimate Donatello from @monobrobe and my reply to this ask from @littlemissartemisia.

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My four color ink print! I think it came out pretty similar to the sketch!

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The Onryo Boys at the Comp

aka what has been going through their heads

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← Leo →

This... space was strange. Unnatural. The air moved strangely and wore on Leonardo's senses. There was a feel of stagnation both in the flow of air and energy that curdled in his stomach like a stone. No familiar rumble or flow of life. It was different from the harsh vividness of the spiritual world as well. Flat and empty except for a faint buzz. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unfamiliar. It still made him want to scrunch up his beak in instinctive irritation.

Subtle presences brushed against his awareness. A lot of the counterparts here had some sort of mystic energy to them. But there were individuals here who were overflowing with mystic powers. There were even a few that outstripped him. This had made him even more wary. And he had done his best to subtly lead his brothers clear of them whenever they drew near.

He knew he was being paranoid. They were his and his brother's counterparts. There should be no enemies here, and conflict was unlikely. But the idea of potentially facing an enemy that he would be unable to protect his brothers from again filled him with dread.

His brothers.

He couldn't help but take a moment and simply indulge in the feeling of being able to sense his brothers again. Even before...everything, it was one of the few things he had been able to do. Now with two of his little brother's spirits within his senses, even slightly different in feeling than before, it felt like he could finally breathe.

Even if he didn't deserve it.

It was cruel to give him a taste of what he had missed so much. To tempt him with an award he hadn't earned. He wasn't supposed to see his brothers yet.

In his peripheral vision, he takes them in. They're a bit older than he last saw them, a bit more worn. Both of them look like they have lost weight, bags even deeper under their eyes. Both adorned with scars unfamiliar to him. Anxiety weighs heavily in his stomach like a stone at the sight. He wants to take them in his arms, hold them close, never be separated again. But he can't, no matter how much it destroys him to do so.

Until Raphael came home, neither would he.

Leonardo shifted forward, readying himself. So far their search had been fruitless, with no sign of their lost brother. Every glance of red in his peripheral had given him a painful stab of hope and dread, and by now he was worn quite thin. 

Perhaps searching in the main throng had been a mistake. Raphael was never fond of crowds, and might be lurking in the alleys or outliers of the fantasy-themed space.

Who knew what state he would be in after being trapped for 3 years with their greatest enemy?