#march for raph

[tottmnt]

MARCH FOR RAPH ↳ Day 8: Because I'm The Shield

[legendweaver]

@yellowhollyhock March for Raph Day 17: Pet Care

Here's Raph's boy, Chompy! Back in the good ol' days before the "Incident" Only a few years after adopting him, and look how big he's getting!

Also, folks at the @tmntaucompetition, don't worry I'm still working on asks, as well as cooking up something a bit extra 🤞. Just wanted to show off the baby boy!

[that-gay-gal]

March for Raph day 2!:

Revenge >:)

Deserved ngl

idk what else to put

I love Raph sm /p

[glitchingfluffster]

extremely late thingy for “march for raph”

prompt was from day 5 – trash talk (that didn't worked out well, I'm sorry)

[emeraldtortoiseshell]

March For Raph - Day 1 - "Perfect Outfit"

I know it's late, shush!

So, I won't be doing all the prompts. But this one inspired me. Based on the date outfit Casey wears in Season 4 "Episodes in Turtle Sitting", and inspired by Raph tying Casey's bowtie at his wedding in Season 7.

Meanwhile, Mikey is helping April pick out her outfit for the biker clubs ;p

March for Raph is organised by @yellowhollyhock

[nightwatcherraph]

March for Raph Day 1: Perfect Outfit

Some of my favorite outfits for him

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

March for Raph Day 17: Pet Care

“Sorry, Lu, s’just me,” Raph sighed, crouching to scratch under Lucy’s chin. He wasn’t surprised when she dodged to peer anxiously toward the door.

When Mrs. Morrison called three days ago, laid up in the hospital with a broken hip, he didn’t hesitate to assuage her worries about Lucy being alone at home. “I got her, Mrs. M. I’ll take care of everythin’.”

As for Lucy’s worries about her owner, he could only keep his hand outstretched until she realized nobody else was coming and defeatedly headbutted his fingers.

“I miss her too, pretty girl. Just a little longer, okay?”

[yellowhollyhock]

March for Raph is coming up!!

In March

like in the name

Anyway!

What's March for Raph? A list of 31 prompts (words or short phrases) for the month of March, all Raph centric, open to any iteration. You can draw, make gifs, write stories, write essays, short videos, whatever you can think of! No pressure at all to complete all the prompts, it's less of a checklist more of an inspiration board. The point is just to celebrate a character we love and also meet other Raph fans, that's really the best part.

Check out the tag #march for raph to see what it was like last year (we'll use the same tag this year). I'll be checking the tag daily when March comes to make sure everyone's stuff gets shared, please also feel free to @ me in case anything doesn't show in tags

This wasn't even remotely an issue last year but since I just invited all whoever to @ me I should add: I won't be reblogging tcest, x reader, anything excessively violent or sexual. Keep it clean pretty please

Here's the updated prompt list for 2025; I'll link this post in pinned so it's findable, and will be trying to keep it circulating these next couple of months (tell your friends!)

March for Raph

Perfect Outfit

Revenge

Too Loud

Sunset

Trash Talk

I'm Walking Here

Nicknames

Shield

Phobia

Hanging with Casey

Comfort Food

Stir Crazy

Worthless

Disguise

Fireworks

High Score

Pet Care

Leader

Black Sheep

Mind Control

Sneaking Out

Puzzling

Take This Seriously

Wheels

Good Citizen

Lonely

Movie Night

Broken Vase

Ambush

Wrestling

Standing up to Bullies

[silvercityyir]

March for Raph 2025 day 14: Disguise prompt by @yellowhollyhock

Original song|Cover

In the mood for tmnt!07. Originally this meant to be a gif but ended up as a short animatic instead. Oh how the tables have turned😅 and thinking about redoing it again with another animation software when I feel like it again hehe...

[whattraintracks]

3. Too Loud - TMNT 2007

Soft Rasey for the soul.

It's night.

It's night, which means he has things to do: crimes to stop, goons to catch, leads to chase, brothers to disappoint.

It's night, he has things to do, but it's too freaking loud to do any of them.

Raph presses his palms harder against the roof's edge and focuses on the bite of jagged asphalt through his gloves. Kicks back and forth to feel the air push against his legs and stares at the ground like the vertigo he got used to a lifetime ago might save him from the pounding in his skull. That erratic pulse of the city, alive and clawing through his brain.

He's seriously considering the merits of melting into the rooftop by the time Casey shows up.

Casey clambers onto the roof all bluster and boisterous joy. He's stealthy when he wants to be, which is conveniently never when Raph is around to make fun of him for lacking it. The familiar gripe builds up in his throat and chokes. It's already so loud, and if he gets them both going, it'll get even louder, and he's really not that worried about stealth, but it hurts.

He lets Casey jostle him into a side hug and rant about work and share the latest gossip from April and Angel as he stares at the ground and pretends that every word out of his mouth is a distraction from the pain instead of another rubber band wrapped around his skull like a swollen watermelon waiting to explode. He doesn't know how Donnie lives with these all the time. He kind of wants to sob.

Casey barks a laugh at his own mediocre joke, and before Raph can think, he's tipping over the knife edge of hurt into anger.

"Shut up!" he hisses. Ugh, he sounds about as pathetic as he feels.

"Dude." And Casey looks about as offended as he sounds. "What is your problem?"

"Nothing," Raph bites out.

Casey reaches out to push him. Raph can already tell it'll be weak, with hardly any power behind it, and how dare he? Raph already feels like shell; Casey could at least fight him like he means it. He snatches Casey's hand, yanking him forward to snarl in his face.

Casey doesn't even fight the hold. He visibly resists the urge to roll his eyes and then. He pauses. His gaze scans back and forth over Raph's face. He lifts a hand close enough to touch, and Raph flinches away without thinking.

"Hey," Casey says steadily, "just me."

He slips his hand behind Raph's head, loosening the knot of his mask until it falls limply around his neck. The pressure release brings relief and another sharp stab of pain. It's everywhere now, and he can't even think straight, it's just—

"You gotta tell me when you're hurting, man," Casey whispers.

A cool hand settles at the base of his skull. The first soothing sensation since he forced himself out of the lair with a pulsing cord of tension between his temples. It takes him a minute to remember what Casey said as he leans back into the hand.

"'M not hurt," he murmurs.

Casey huffs a soft, humorless laugh, but if Raph's eyes weren't closed, he's pretty sure he'd see that stupid smile Casey can't seem to stop looking at him with lately. There's this bubble around them now, suffused with Casey's warm affection in a way that buffers the sounds of the city.

"Come on, let me take you home." Casey tugs on the hand Raph still hasn't let go of.

"Don't wanna go home." He tugs back, hugging the five slim fingers to his plastron. When that doesn't get a reaction, he squints his eyes open to glare.

"Is that"—Casey gestures with his head—"supposed to convince me? You look like a wet cat; that's a wet cat look."

"Oh my gosh, shut up," Raph groans. Ow, even grinning hurts.

"Either you let me take you home, or you're sleeping on my couch."

"Fine."

"Fine, what?" Casey complains, and Raph is really getting tired of being talked at.

He pushes to his feet, dragging a spluttering Casey up with him. The headrush is nearly unbearable, but Casey steadies him without a word.

"You're driving," Raph mutters, tipping forward until his cheek presses against Casey's shoulder.

Tomorrow, when he wakes up on Casey's crappy sofa, melted ice pack slipping to the floor, he'll wonder if he imagined the press of lips to his forehead.

[orione-n-stars]

March For Raph

Day 9. What’s wrong with me

Headcanon: There's nothing wrong with Raph, he just…

His emotions are so big that it overflows from his heart.

[tottmnt]

MARCH FOR RAPH ↳ Day 21: Adopting a Pet

[turtle--soup]

March for Raph Day 10 - Hanging With Casey

My own versions of Raph and Casey, just chilling on a rooftop 😌

[that-gay-gal]

March for Raph day 3!:

Surprise party :)

Just in case the tumblr quality is shit the text says “completely forgot it was his birthday“

He’s so silly

Bonus reaction image because I just thought it was funny

[terrahlee-cup]

March For Raph Day 21: Sneaking Out

I haven’t written anything specifically for this, but I realized a few things I have in a fic that I will hopefully post the entirety of *eventually* work well for certain prompts. Little does Raph know at this point, but he’ll be meeting someone important because he snuck out like this. Hope you enjoy @yellowhollyhock 💛

Also, a playlist I listen to while writing for this fic (Yeah, I don’t have Spotify.): https://music.amazon.com/user-playlists/3a846e9552ee44ea91ef9f79baabc564sune?ref=dm_sh_XFD024uoI8eiIImX1s4wnz1O7

The past couple hours replayed in his head over and over and over again. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't make the swirling thoughts stop. As soon as that punish- training session had ended and Leo ordered him to stay behind, Raphael had left to wander the sewers. No one had banned him from taking a walk, just participating in the mission, so this was free game in his opinion.

He finally sat down when he reached his old hiding spot. Dropping his head into his hands, he pressed his shell back against the wall, hoping the external pressure would ease… whatever his mind was doing. The hiding place didn’t really fit him anymore—so he was sitting just outside rather than in the cracked segment of wall—but that didn’t really surprise him. Maybe what happened earlier shouldn’t surprise him either…?

At this point, he wasn’t sure what Master Splinter was expecting from him. Sure, he couldn’t dodge arrows when his brothers insulted him. Yeah, he might have snapped a bit too quickly at that guy on the roof. Though if you ask him, that bitch was asking for it. He knew he had anger issues, no matter how often he denied it.

Really, who would have guessed! The turtle in red had anger issues? Crazy! How in the world was Splinter’s training supposed to fix the problem?! If anything, it made him feel worse. He hadn’t learned a thing. It didn’t even feel like there was something to learn. Sometimes he thought Master Splinter just hated him specifically. Raphael had never found something that stopped him from snapping when he was angry. Meditating absolutely never helped, and that seemed like the only suggestion Master Splinter could give. Did his master actually care? It wasn’t like he could just meditate mid screaming match with his brothers anyway– or maybe he should that imagery was fucking hilarious. If his sensei wanted him to fix his anger, why wasn’t he giving Raph more practical ideas? Sighing, he pushed himself up and started walking in the general direction of a manhole. Maybe some air would help; sitting on the cold sewer floor sure hadn’t. It still wasn’t the mission. He was particularly careful looking for signs of people before climbing out of the sewers this time. If he was reckless now he knew he’d never hear the end of it, from Leo Mother-hen Hamato especially.

Sometimes he thinks his brother forgets he isn’t actually older than him. They’re twins for fuck’s sake! Then Leo was appointed leader and it got worse. Holy shit it got worse. He knows being leader and the so-called oldest came with a lot of pressure, but Leo had been a massive pain lately. What was with him, brushing off Mikey ruining one of Raphael’s comics like it was no big deal? He knew Leo would have been pissed if it had happened to him, but when it’s Raph suddenly it’s ‘just an object’? Bullshit.

Raph pulled himself up onto one of the roofs and started running. It was one of the few things that cleared his head. He’d figured that out years ago, not that he’d ever tell Master Splinter.

Without his brothers there was no chatter to tune out; no stopping to look at anything interesting. It was just the feeling of the wind whipping at his face and the burn of his muscles. It was the feeling of concrete under his feet and the focus on the next jump. That was the kind of pain he knew how to handle–the kind he could control. Fuck that emotions shit. He hadn’t fully realized how difficult breathing had been until he was finally taking in calming breaths of ‘clean’ surface air. For now there were no more stupid expectations or pointless efforts to restrain his frustration, just freedom.

…

Or at least it would have been freedom if he could stop thinking about why he was out here alone. Damn it! How was he supposed to let insults– insert mocking impression of his master’s voice here– ‘roll like water off his back’? Hell, it didn’t even apply in this situation. That guy hadn’t just been talking about him, but his brothers too! His. Brothers. If they wouldn’t defend themselves he would. That was his job, dammit. He wasn’t good for much else.

Then there were his brothers’ comments. They were all so excited to tear him down. He… honestly hadn’t expected it, but shouldn’t he have? Was that really what they thought of him? He knew he wasn’t the best brother. Anger issues aside, he tended to tease them all frequently. But they did it too! They loved to pick on his fear of roaches in particular. Damn bugs. Frankly, he didn’t understand how they tolerated the things. Mikey’s room probably had a bunch of them skittering around with how little he cleaned, and just the thought made him shudder. He always kept his room clean for a reason. The nasty things weren’t easy to get rid of underground, and every time he saw one it took days to shake the feeling of them crawling over his skin.

“This is stupid.” Skidding to a stop, Raphael took in his surroundings for the first time since he’d started running. He had gone quite a bit farther than he meant to—idiot. This was a side of town he had never seen before. He’d really been distracted, hadn’t he? All the more reason letting his thoughts spiral was stupid. It didn’t just suck, he got himself lost. In theory, it would be easy to get back. All he needed to do was retrace his steps, but he obviously hadn’t been watching where he was going. So, yeah, a little harder in practice.

“Guess I'm not avoiding that second lecture tonight, am I.” He groaned and started looking for landmarks. It was surprisingly well-kept around here compared to what he was used to. Clean sidewalks, trimmed bushes, porches littered with plants and other decor, and some of the houses seemed to have actual yards. Damn, looking at all those plants—he needed to find the name of that one with the purple flowers—made him jealous. He wished he could grow plants that easily.

The only thing that grew down in the sewers was algae, mushrooms, and that one stubborn tree in the dojo. What kind of irony was it that Splinter was the green thumb of the group? Still, he wasn’t gonna go pester Donnie about grow lights anytime soon. There was too much on his brother’s plate and too few resources at his disposal.

He shook his head. Back to the issue in front of him. He was so, so fucking far from home. Raph wasn’t even sure how long he’d been running at this point, but clearly it was longer than he thought. He’d already explored pretty far before with and without his brothers and he couldn’t see anything familiar.  “No landmarks, huh?” He shrugged, “If I'm going to get yelled at anyway, I might as well make it worth it.” Down into the alleys it was.

[emeraldtortoiseshell]

Day 31 of March for Raph - "Standing up to Bullies"

Spitfire on Ao3

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types

Additional Tags: Good Sibling Raphael (TMNT)Protective Raphael (TMNT)Bullying, Donatello Needs a Hug (TMNT)standing up to Bullies, Threats of Violence, Don't mess with Raph's family, Metaphors, Oh so many metaphors!Can you tell I like metaphors?, Fire as a metaphor, Toxic Masculinity, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Degradation, Protectiveness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64176319

March for Raph organised by @yellowhollyhock - thank you so much. This month was a lot of fun :)

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