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aquietwritingcorner · 2 months

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You Weren't Meant to be There

Title: You Weren’t Meant to be There Day: Febuwhump 2024, Day 22 Prompt: You Weren’t Meant to be There Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 1626 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T Characters: Splinter, Donatello Warning: SAINW Summary: Splinter had noticed that multiple times a night Donatello has gotten up, checking on each of his family members as they sleep. But as Donatello makes his third round of the night, Splinter decides it’s time to see just what is plaguing his son. Notes: ff.net || AO3

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You Weren’t Meant to be There

It wasn’t too unusual for Splinter to hear his sons up and around during the night. When they were younger, he paid more attention to it, making sure that they didn’t need anything and that they were alright. As they had grown, though, he had become more hands off, letting them set their own schedules and trusting them to come to him if they had a need.

Of course, this often led to things like all night video game binges, Michelangelo’s movie marathons, Donatello’s late lab hours, late nights out, and noisy nights in. Truthfully, Splinter didn’t mind too much. As long as his sons were responsible and they took the consequences of their actions, he was fine with it. It let them learn their own boundaries.

Of course, there were other reasons for his sons being awake at night, reasons which had only started after his sons had started going topside, especially after their first real brush with death, when Leonardo had been injured so badly. Ever since then, it hadn’t been unusual to find a son up, occupied with his thoughts, or one checking on the others, not able to sleep until he knew his family was alright.

Yet seldom did they come check on him. He heard them outside of his door, certainly, and he tried to breathe a little louder, or shuffle around some, just to reassure them that he was fine. It was usually enough, and the son in question would walk away, seemingly mollified that he was alive and alright.

However, for the past week, that hadn’t been enough for Donatello. His son would come to his door and listen. Splinter would shuffled around a little, and then settle down, but Donatello wouldn’t leave. Inevitably, he would slip the door open as quietly as possible, angling his body to block as much of the light as possible from entering his room, and he would just stare at Splinter for a while. And then, he would leave, although Splinter always had the feeling that Donatello wasn’t satisfied, even when he left.

He did the same thing with his brothers, checking on them and staring at them at night. He even followed them around during the day, to a certain degree. However, for the past week, Donatello had checked on them all multiple times throughout the night. He never spoke of it in the morning, and neither did anyone else, but Splinter was aware of it. He had the feeling that, if he had been able to, his son would have put them all in the same room to sleep together with no explanation given, and even then, not been satisfied.

Splinter was positive that it was because of where Drako and the Daimyo’s Son had sent Donatello. Donatello hadn’t been very forthcoming about where he had been sent in the beginning, or perhaps not very coherent about it, but his distress had been very real. When he had finally told them what had happened, it was to the horror of the rest of his family. They had reassured him, of course, and even piled together, but after everyone drifted back to their own rooms, these nightly checks had begun.

Perhaps it was time for Splinter to do something about them.

Once again, Splinter heard his son’s feet approaching his room. This was the third time tonight, and Splinter was about time to put a stop to it.

This time, when Donatello stood outside of his room, Splinter gave no extra indications of his status. Donatello paused and, sooner than normal, and with a bit of panic to his movements, Donatello slid his door open. This time, though, instead of feigning sleep, after a moment, Splinter sat up and turned around, catching his son in the act. Donatello froze, his eyes wide as his father stared at him. For a moment, neither one of them said anything.

“My son,” Splinter said, sitting up more fully. “This is the third time tonight you have checked on me, and you have done so at least once every night this week. Come. Tell me why you are doing this.”

For the briefest of seconds, panic played across Donatello’s face. Never the most emotionally open of his sons, and often aware of the impact his words could have, Donatello kept a lot of things to himself, not wanting to share them or cause his family distress. But Splinter saw the panic turn to emotion, and Donatello brought himself in Splinter’s room, closing the door behind him. He hesitated for a moment, but then made his way to Splinter’s bed, sitting himself down on it, facing his father.

However, he did not look at Splinter, instead keeping his head bowed.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a soft, quiet voice.

Splinter felt his heart hurt for his son. So much was conveyed in that tone, and all of it was far, far too heavy. He reached out, placing his hands on Donatello’s face, gently caressing it before reaching up to untie the mask his son still had on.

“My son, you have nothing to apologize for,” Splinter said as he removed the mask. “I only want to know why you feel the need to check on your family so often.”

Donatello let his father take off his mask, and blinked up at his father when he was done. It made Splinter’s heart twist a little more. He looked so young without his mask, like the child that used to come to him to scare the monsters away. Now his son was the one checking to make sure that the monsters hadn’t gotten his father.

“I…” Donatello’s voice was watery, and his breath shaky. “I just—I have to make sure. I… when I dream, it’s not good. It’s never good,” he said. “All I see is that world and what happened there and I just—I need—I can’t—”

His voice grew choked with unshed tears, and Splinter reached out again, laying a hand on his son’s cheek. “And you need to check on us,” he finished for him.

Donatello trembled under his hand, but he nodded. “I keep thinking—why was I sent to that world? Mikey was needed to help the superheroes in the one he went to. Raph helped to expose a scheme that would have killed people. Leo prevented a coup that would have had disastrous effects. And obviously I was there to help them take down the Shredder, but—” his breath hitched again. “What if—what if I was also there to make sure this doesn’t happen here? What if I’m supposed to prevent this? What if I was sent there as a warning and I need to make sure that it doesn’t happen and that nothing leads up to it and—”

He was spiraling. Splinter could clearly see that Donatello was spiraling into all of the possible scenarios that could exist. His trembling was getting worse, the tears were beginning to spill over, and he was beginning to hyperventilate. Splinter reached up again, and quietly shushed his son.

“Donatello. My son, breathe. In, hold it, and out. Yes, yes that’s good. In, hold it, and out. In, hold it, and out,” Splinter said, keeping his voice calm and soothing. “Keep doing that and listen to me. My son, you were not meant to be there.”

Donatello’s breath hitched. “But—all of us. We got sent to places where we could help! And—”

Splinter shushed him again. “No. You were thrown to places where you were able to help. But you were not sent there. You were not sent with a purpose.”

Donatello took in another shaky breath. “But—Lord Simultaneous. He—he said that the Time Scepter, that it has a mind of its own and can weigh good against evil, and—”

“And it was being controlled, at that time, by someone who wanted to use it for evil purposes—and did so,” Splinter said. “He wanted to cause all of us harm, so he—or they—controlled the staff to send all of us away. But you and your brothers were never meant to be a part of the story of the worlds you visited. Perhaps, if you had not been there, things would have ended differently. Or perhaps they would have ended the same. We don’t know. But Donatello, my son, look at me.”

Don looked at Splinter, his eyes wide, scared, trusting. Splinter cupped his face and wiped away the tears, even as more fell.

“You were not meant to be there. You were not sent for some grand purpose. You are not responsible for keeping this family together, nor for preventing Shredder from taking over either here or the Utroms.” Splinter made sure he had Donatello’s full attention. “An enemy sent you there. And you were able to help them. But you were never meant to be there, Donatello. You were never meant to go through this pain.”

Donatello wavered in his father’s hold, and then his face crumpled, tears falling as he openly cried. Splinter drew his son to him, bringing his head to rest on his shoulder and curling his arms around his son’s shell, holding him as tightly as he could. He whispered soothing words, both in English and in Japanese, and held his son as he wept, hoping he would take his words to heart.

Donatello was never meant to be there. He was never meant to see what he did, to hold the blame and the trauma that he was, or to experience what he did. And Splinter would forever hold a grudge against the forces that put his son where he was never, ever, meant to be.

#febuwhump2024 #FebuwhumpDay22 #TMNT #TMNT 2003 #TMNT 2k3 #SAINW #tmnt donatello #TMNT Splinter #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fan fiction

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i-like-cats-and-stars49 · 9 months

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Ideas for making Lover's rock meet

So Lover's Rock is the ship between Hobie Brown (Spiderpunk) and Michelangelo from TMNT 2003.

Since Hobie's home universe in the comics is an America ruled by dictator Norman Osborne with an oppressive police force, it would his origins too much if you just put him into the universe of TMNT 2003.

So I came up with an alternative, in my opinion plausible, way for Lover's Rock to meet.

The TMNT 2003 are known to frequently cross dimensions.

So one day, they fall into Hobie's universe (I think it is Earth 138?) and cross each other's paths. They team up, kick some faschist ass together and become good friends (or Mikey and Hobie crush on each other, whatever's your taste).

Soon Donnie figures out a way for them to get home or the Daimyo comes to help them. (I know my TMNT 2003 lore.)

They say goodbye and carry the good memories with them.

Now, Miguel O'Hara's spider society comes into play.

He recruits Spiderpunk but the arachnid is obviously sceptical of the operation.

The first thing he does is to visit the TMNT 2003's dimension. They have a nice reunion and Hobie trusts them with his skeptism towards Miguel O'Hara. The Turtles agree. Their trauma is not destiny and they promise Hobie their support.

In this AU, at the end of Across the Spiderverse, the Spider-Band (Miles' supporters) meet in the TMNT 2003 universe.

Now onto some side ideas: Yes, Gwen, Pavitr and other members of the Spider-Band have met the Turtles. I have a oneshot idea where Gwen sleeps over the TMNT 2003 for the first time and is kinda scared of the Turtles (and Leatherhead especially if he would make an apperance) due to Reptile People Trauma tm and would slowly warm up to them then.

#shellslinger #tmnt #across the spiderverse #atsv #tmnt 2003 #lover's rock #mikey tmnt #hobie brown #atsv hobie #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #tmnt au

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purplescience · 1 year

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Au idea with the 2003 tmnt:

When the turtles were young they snuck out of the layer and went to explore the city. They ended up close to the TCRI building while the Utrom were working on their transmat. An explosion occurred which separated all the turtles.

The blast sent Raph to the Triceraton’s home world where he was found, raised, and provided the proper breathing equipment by Traximus’ dad.Traximus and Raph are brought up as brothers (Trax is older).

Leo was hit by a smaller explosion shortly after the first and was sent to the battle nexus. He was shorty found by the Daimyo who took him in. He was raised alongside the Ultimate ninja with an intense one sided rivalry (on the Ultimate ninjas side).

Donnie was found by the Utroms and was raised alongside leatherhead.

By the time Splinter realized his sons were gone he was too late and the only kid left when he got there was Mikey. Heartbroken, Splinter dictates all his free time to raising Mikey as an only child.

Mikey,Raph, and Donnie all have vague memories of each other while Leo doesn’t remember anything about his life before for most of his upbringing. When they are around 15 the turtles end up reuniting with each other one by one.

I call it split by space au

Raph info, Leo info, Mikey info,

Donnie info

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taizi · 1 year

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tmnt prompts you say….. :3 how about some 2k12 leo and mikey cos i just adore the way u write their dynamic ✨✨

Honeycutt isn’t always easy to understand. He’s very enthusiastic and demonstrative, and surprisingly expressive given that the only parts of his face he can emote with are the digital lenses of his eyes, but there are times when his mind works in mysterious ways that baffle even Donatello, who understands their android guardian best.

Sometimes, like today, Honeycutt watches Leo and his siblings file onto the bridge in the light of artificial morning and he tilts his head and studies them for a long moment without speaking.

Then he claps his hands together and brightly says something like, “Good morning my friends! I have great news! Our ship needs immediate, serious, time-critical repairs!”

“What?” Leo, Donnie and April blurt at the same time, at the same volume.

“Doc, that’s not good news,” Casey adds, looking vaguely seasick. His claustrophobia hasn’t exactly gotten better out in the vacuum of empty space. “Are we—do you—we should get you a thesaurus.”

“April and I just ran a system check two cycles ago and everything was fine,” Donnie says, and he’s already bringing data up on that holo-gauntlet that’s been permanently attached to his arm since the second the Professor gifted it to him. “The bulkhead shields have degraded a little but—”

“Forget all of that,” Honeycutt says, waving his hands through the holographic screen until it fizzes out. Donnie looks extremely offended. “The point is, we’ll have to stop at the nearest repair station. Lucky for us, there’s one only a parsec away! We’ll use the warp drive and be there in no time. And we might as well see the sights while we’re there. Let’s make a day of it! Chop, chop!”

Leo’s siblings scurry to their stations, all but sulky Donnie, who has to be propelled there by the implacable Professor’s deceptively strong noodle arms.

“Where are we going, Professor?” Mikey calls out. He didn’t sleep well the night before, Leo can tell. There’s a shadow of something pressed over him, like the footprint of a bad dream. He didn’t bring any sunshine onto the bridge with him.

Raphael, sitting in the console beside Mikey, gives him a sidelong look that validates the little wriggling fish of concern swimming around in the back of Leo’s mind.

Honeycutt’s head twists on the column of his synthetic neck to face Leo’s littlest brother and his eyes smile at Mikey kindly. It’s that kindness more than anything that makes Leo continue to trust him. It reminds him of Splinter, in a way that manages not to be painful.

“We’re going to visit an old friend of mine,” Honeycutt explains cheerfully. “We may as well make the most of our sticky situation, don’t you think? Now off we go!”

They don’t land at a repair station. They land outside of what looks like the gates of a giant theme park, if Leo absolutely had to guess. Honeycutt must have called ahead, because the guards are expecting them, and not in the usual unfortunate way guards tend to expect the fugitoid. They smile and salute Leo’s family in greeting and escort them inside.

Apparently this place is called the Battle Nexus and it’s amazing. It’s a planet-wide arena made up of all kinds of different levels and terrains, for the purpose of a multi-cultural exchange of battle tactics and training. The master who oversees the whole thing is a wizened warrior referred to as the Daimyo, who turns out to be an old friend of the Professor’s.

The Daimyo was happy to usher Leo and his siblings into the competition—the kid-friendly version of the competition, anyway. Honeycutt very firmly steered the six of them toward their own age bracket, far, far away from anything even remotely grudge-match-shaped.

Raph looked a little forlornly at the blood-stained brawling pit they were marched past, but he and Casey both quickly fell in with a group of rowdy aliens around their size. Donnie wasn’t remotely interested in anything until a group of medics on stand-by caught his attention with the tricorders they were holding, and then he was hounding them within an inch of their lives. Leo watched after him anxiously, but the medics seemed reluctantly charmed by his purple-banded brother, and humored his barrage of questions. Mikey was still with Honeycutt and the Daimyo, chatting at the old master like they’d known each other for years, probably securing yet another life-long ally for his family in that easy, off-handed way he always made friends.

“Leo, come on,” April said, tugging on his arm. Her eyes were sharp and eager, glinting with that competitive edge that shined as brightly as Raph’s did at times. “They’re doing archery over that way, let’s go!”

So—it’s fun. And it only takes Leo most of an hour, if that, to realize that their ship is more than likely just fine, and it was actually very kind of Honeycutt to bring them here. It makes him feel warm and cared-for, like when he was much younger, and the shiny responsibility of leadership was still a distant dream.

And then a certain sixth sense pings in the back of his mind, drawing his attention from the archery targets and across the meadow to where Donnie looks like he’s one second away from causing a diplomatic incident, his face a thundercloud of pure, distilled rage. He’s shouting something at a group of humanoid aliens standing around in a scattered formation, and his body is tense and still the way it is when he’s literally about to pounce on a Footbot and tear it to pieces with his bare hands. Mikey is standing just behind him, tucked out of sight.

“Oh, boy,” April says from Leo’s shoulder, and then they shove their bows into the hands of the people closest to them and cross the field at ninja speed.

“—worth a hundred of you,” they get there in time to hear Donnie bite out. “So you can take your stupid game and shove it right up your—”

“Donatello,” Leo says, stunned more than scolding. Did he and Raph switch bodies somehow? Leo’s not ready to deal with that today.

But no, Donnie whirls to face him with that particular brand of wounded frustration in his bright red eyes, a look that Leo is familiar with. It’s a look that says ‘why are these people so stupid and why is it my problem?’ and it only ever precedes Donnie losing his absolute shit in a very big way.

Raph falls in next to Leo, grim-faced and groaning, “Nooo. God, what did they do, Don?”

“We’re not staying here,” Donnie announces in lieu of an actual answer. “We’re leaving.”

“What?” Casey asks blankly.

His confusion is completely fair, and shared three ways between Leo, April and Raph. The Nexus is amazing and they’d all collectively been having a blast like five minutes ago. Leo glances from Donnie’s face into Mikey’s, hoping he might find a cue there—Donnie and Mikey are inseparable on a good day, like two pieces of a matching set, and Mikey understands him effortlessly—but Mikey’s expression draws him up short.

He’s not even looking at any of them. He’s looking down, half-hiding behind Donnie’s arm, quiet and impassive in a way that spells hurt. It reminds Leo of those days immediately after Dimension X, when Mikey snuck around the lair like it was full of dangers, when he kept looking at his siblings like he was trying to find cruelty where there wasn’t any. Sometimes Dimension X still creeps up on them like that. It’s never, ever a good sign when it does.

Alarm bells start going off in Leo’s head. They’ve been there since earlier that morning, since Mikey came up to the bridge and didn’t bring any sunshine with him, but now they’re loud.

“Dude, we literally just got here,” Raph is saying. He doesn’t sound confrontational, just honestly bewildered, but Donnie’s mouth twists like Raph just tried picking a fight with him.

“Fine, do what you want,” he snaps. “Have fun with these idiots.”

He grabs Mikey’s hand and starts to march off with him, back in the direction of the ship. Clearly he’s ready to get himself and Mikey the hell out of here, with or without the rest of them. Leo finally kicks himself into action.

“Hey,” he says, circling around to stand in their way. He puts a hand on each of their shoulders and says, “Talk to me.”

“They’re being mean to him, Leo,” Donnie says, too loud, boiling over. “We’re not staying here.”

It almost doesn’t make sense at first. It wouldn’t be the first time Donnie’s started talking in a foreign language just to trip his brothers up. Leo thinks maybe that’s what’s happening right now, and a glance around at the rest of his siblings only further substantiates the idea, because they all look as baffled as he feels.

“Mean to who?” April says, brow furrowed. “Mikey?”

“But that’s the dumbest shit I ever heard,” Casey blurts incredulously.

And the thing is, Leo thinks, it really is the dumbest shit he’s ever heard. Mikey is genuinely the most likable person in the universe. The really irritating side of him is a sibling-exclusive, a baby brother perk that these complete strangers would definitely not have had a chance to experience in less than three hours of his company.

He grew up navigating the tempers and pitfalls of three extreme, explosive personalities, courtesy of his big brothers, so he’s capable of getting along with just about anyone. He can smooth over any uncomfortable, tense situation with a smile. He rolls with the punches. Just being around him is a breath of fresh air.

So what the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Raph says out loud, hands tightening around the handles of his sai.

The aliens—juveniles of their species, since they’re in the same age bracket as Leo and his brothers, taller and broader than the turtles, but with a soft, round-eyed quality that they’ve yet to grow out of that gives their youth away—look markedly uncomfortable about this whole thing. They’re shuffling and avoiding direct eye-contact.

One of them says, “We didn’t mean anything by it. It’s tradition.”

“What, like hazing?” April asks coldly. The atmosphere around her is starting to prickle, like the build-up of energy before a big storm.

“It’s only because he’s—” The word they use doesn’t translate directly. The universal translator they’re each equipped with does its best, spitting out young/inexperienced/stupid as the closest interpretation, and all of Mikey’s siblings go stiff with fury.

Mikey isn’t looking at any of them. He’s got that vacant look on his face that he learned to wear after months alone in a hostile alien world, seemingly abandoned by his family, with no one to count on and no rescue coming. He had a bad night, and now he’s having a bad day, and it’s the last thing he deserves.

Leo can’t afford this. Anything that threatens to draw his siblings away from the fold is a threat to Leo’s entire world, and he’ll neutralize that threat no matter what interplanetary consequences spring up as a result.

It would be easy. It wouldn’t help a single thing.

So instead he glances at Donnie, inclining his head an inch to the left. Donnie is nearly blind with anger, but he still trusts Leo—it warms Leo to the very bottom of his soul that the trust wins. He’s reluctant to let go of Mikey’s hand, but he lets it go, and that’s what finally brings Mikey to look up.

And then Leo pounces.

Mikey makes a startled yelping noise, driven to the ground by the weight of his eldest brother, but it quickly morphs into laughter as they go rolling shell over shell across the warm grass. It’s like being transported back into the dojo where they learned to practice ninja—muscle-memory, the way Mikey twists out from underneath him and flips over Leo’s head, landing nimbly and then diving into a forward roll to avoid his next swipe and giggling the entire time.

To them, it’s play, in its purest form. They were learning how to jump and tumble when other babies their age were still mastering the crawl. Mikey comes alive when he’s on the move, more than any other time, and now his blue eyes are brighter than they’ve been all day.

Leo draws him into a tight kumite bout, and each micro-sequence between the two of them is clean and precise, and each blow would be potentially lethal if it landed. That crowd of kids—the ones who hurt Donatello by hurting Michelangelo—have gone tellingly quiet. Leo splits his attention from Mikey long enough to take in their wide eyes and slack mouths, and thinks, Good.

He can feel pride and satisfaction radiating from their siblings as he proves to this entire level of the Nexus that his baby brother is every bit the deadly assassin their father taught him to be. He can feel nothing but joy from Mikey as he’s swept up in the familiar motions, the fun, fast-paced back-and-forth.

And then Raph barrels in, and Mikey squeaks in combination terror-excitement. The others aren’t far behind.

It becomes less about something to prove, and more about the joy of the conversation. The call and response. All of them whirling around each other in a flurry of precious Hamato clan techniques, bright-eyed and dangerous and alive.

Alive, despite everything. Together.

Leo doesn’t need any stupid Battle Nexus to tell him he and his siblings are champions. He knows that already. They survived the end of the world, and the end of their world, and they’re still here.

The Daimyo finds them sprawled on the grass, breathless and vivified and poking fun at each other. The bullies have made themselves scarce, and the thundercloud on Donnie’s face has cleared into blue skies, and Mikey is laying with his head pillowed comfortably on Raph’s outstretched arm, sweet and content and unburdened for now.

“My, my,” the Daimyo says, warm and impressed, “what a skilled group of warriors you are. I will have to give this planet of yours a visit someday soon if these are the types of people who live there.”

“We’re not typical earthlings,” Leo admits. “And it’s, um—Earth isn’t exactly—”

“Just let us know when you’re ready to swing by,” Mikey pipes up. “We’ll roll out the welcome mat.”

We’ll be there, is what he means, rolling his head to look over at Leo with a smile. We’ll all be there. We’ll do what we came here to do and then we’ll get to go home.

“Yeah,” Leo says, feeling a little choked up. “Yes. You should see it, Daimyo-dono. It’s definitely worth the trip.”

Honeycutt comes over and settles down on the ground with the rest of them, flopping back in the dirt and starfishing his limbs in solidarity.

“Ahh, it’s so unfortunate that we were set back a day by those repairs,” the Professor says. “But I’m glad that you children made the best of it! Your spirits give me strength, you know.”

Leo can’t help but smile at him. His whole entire world is clustered around him, bickering and throwing clumps of dirt at each other. Mikey is laughing, his own brand of sunlight putting the twin suns in the sky above them to shame. They’re so far away from where they belong it’s a joke, but somehow, right at this second, it doesn’t feel that way.

“Thanks,” Leo says. It falls comically short. “Thank you.”

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #fugitoid #hero bros #b team #my writing #tmnt fic #prompt #anonymous #yeah this one got away from me. i miss the space arc a lot for someone who was rly happy when it was finally over

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tmntseparatedaucompetition · 10 months

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Split by Space

By: @purplescience

Iteration: 2003

Where You Can Find It: Ao3 | Tumblr

Summary: Basically, a 2003 tmnt separated Au where Raph is brought up by the Triceratons, Donnie is taken in by the Utrom, Leo is now the son of the Daimyo, and Mikey is raised as an only child by Splinter.

#split by space #au descriptions #prime comp

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gelu-the-babosa-multiversal · 9 months

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New AU based on the @1v1-tmntiteration-battlenexus that I will probably lose.

In this AU 2003 Mikey replaces Daimyo who decides to retire after years of directing the Battle Nexus. Daimyo believes in Mikey to bring a change to the competition, and as Mikey is the new champion, everyone agrees (minus Gyoji who instantly wishes to be sent to the afterlife)

+ under the cut

Mikey at first wanted to accept but Daimyo warmed him that if he did he will become immortal and will have to see his loved ones die and their children grow just to die them...

Is hard, but after having accepted and seeing every member of his family take their own ways, Mikey accepts to become the new Master of the Battle Nexus.

Mikey gets the War Staff and Daimyo's old clothes to keep his memories alive. Though Mikey agreed to keep the tradition of the Battle Nexus after Daimyo's funeral, Mikey also brought some changes as Daimyo believed.

... As allowing competitors who were not warriors to participate.

Mikey also gets a lot of cats too. He also gets to participate in some show-off demonstrations and in one of those got his arm cut off.

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tmntkiseki · 28 days

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Actually, going back to yesterday's topic of TMNT 2003 and it's lack of romantic subplots with the turtles themselves, I think this is the part where I mention that TMNT 2003 actually came into my life at just the perfect time?

So a little over a year ago, I ended my first serious relationship as an adult. I don't like talking about my ex too much even now, but we were together for over five years and after the break up, the next several months were spent stewing in a boiling pot of rage, sadness, and regret. I wanna say all my negative feelings towards my ex and our relationship peaked during May - July 2023 and didn't simmer down until around autumn, which coincidentally was about when I started watching TMNT 2003. (I'm also convinced that a lot of the stress from the breakup led to some of the minor-yet-concerning health problems I've been dealing with over the last several months, but I have no way of proving that.)

One of the big problems is that, at the time I broke up with my ex, I tended to watch/play a lot of romance-focused media. Under normal circumstances, I'd still be able to regularly engage with a lot of the shows and video games I normally do without being becoming a bitter ball of anguish. Unfortunately, within a couple of months of breaking up with ex, games I used to love like Rune Factory 4 Special or shows like Snow White with the Red Hair became absolutely unbearable play/watch because of all the negative feelings I had towards my ex. If a love interest wasn't reminding me of my ex with certain...behaviors, I was looking at a relationship onscreen and thinking to myself "Why couldn't we be like that?" It was a nightmare.

Fast forward (lmao) to... god, when did I start watching TMNT 2003? I wanna say I started watching it either late August or early September? The pipeline of how I ended up watching TMNT 2003 is a weird one, but there were a couple of things that stuck out to me when I first started watching it. For starters, even though it was a Western cartoon, there were certain quirks about it that reminded me of the anime I usually watch (namely the fight choreography and being so heavily plot-focused rather than episodic in its storytelling) and I found myself gravitating towards it because of that alone. And I just love the characters. The turtles themselves are incredibly well-rounded with their own strengths and flaws, and the supporting cast and antagonists make the world feel very alive and lived-in. (I personally can't get over how half the time the turtles aren't even attempting to get into trouble; they usually just end up walking into the plot of the week purely by accident.)

But besides that, as I mentioned in my other post, even though there are a couple of romantic subplots in the show, most notably the April/Casey one that spans pretty much the entire series, the turtles themselves never end up entering a serious relationship with anyone. The closest we ever get to romance with one of the turtles is Don's one-sided crush on April, which was never going to go anywhere on account of her being an adult and ending up with Casey, and I wanna say the crush is almost entirely dropped by midway through Season 3. Beyond that, the turtles are never shown becoming physically attracted to anyone and all their important relationships--Splinter, April, Casey, Klunk, Leatherhead, Honeycutt, Sydney, Angel, the Professor, the Justice Force, Traximus, the Daimyo, Usagi, Gen, Renet, the Ancient One, the Acolytes, Cody, Serling, and Starlee--are all strictly platonic. And you know what? That's okay by my book.

It is a fact that society regularly insists that the key to happiness is finding your One True Love and places more emphasis on romantic relationships than platonic ones. I personally don't want to die alone, but at this point in my life, I don't need a romantic relationship to be happy--in fact, I think being in a relationship would just complicate things when I'm still getting my shit together as is. When you look at Leo, Raph, Don, and Mikey within the context 2003, I cannot recall a single moment where one of them complains about how their status as a one-of-a-kind mutant turtle means they'll probably never land a partner and as far as I can tell, they seem perfectly happy as is. They have each other, they have Splinter, April and Casey are there too, Klunk, all their other friends--really, what would giving one of the boys a love interest do for them? The answer; not all that much, honestly. In fact, I feel like the risk of giving any of the 2003 turtles a love interest far outweighs the reward.

Now, mind you, I don't think it's impossible to give one of the 2003 turtles a serious love interest--in fact, I have a lot of thoughts about how it could be done right--and that it actually would be something worth exploring in a reboot/sequel series that'll likely never happen, but again, I don't think that TMNT 2003 suffers for the lack of turtle romances and is perfectly fine as is. 2003!Leo, Raph, Don, and Mikey are very lovable characters and are able to have fulfilling relationships without any of them being romantic in nature and I think that's a good message to send to people, whether you're a young kid or a grown adult. Romance is great, but so is a crushing bear hug from your three brothers, your rat dad, and the two humans you adopted.

#star's turtle talk #Happy Easter I spent my morning typing up this dumb ramble that I'll probably delete later #Ignore me

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thesameasme · 1 year

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Turtle Forever 2?

I know this account hasn’t posted anything in years, but I’m the only one I know who like TMNT and I need to talk about it and get some input for a fan fiction I want to write. Ever since I watched the TMNT Turtles Forever crossover movie, I have been trying to write a Turtles Forever sequel fic where 1987, 2003, 2012, and 2018 TMNT all fight in the Battle Nexus. This is where I need a little help. I can’t decide whether is should be set in the Rise universe with Big Mama running the Battle Nexus or the 2003 Battle Nexus.

On one hand, if it’s in the Rise universe then Big Mama is in charge. I would prefer if Big Mama was in charge because then all the turtle would have something to worry about. She’s the type to make a deal with the winning group of turtles, as in they get to go back home while the others stay and fight in her Battle Nexus. She would have three copies of her champion from Battle Nexus New York, and since she is the one that brought them to her world she would be the only one to put them back. This situation would put a lot of pressure on the turtles to win and would force them to see the other versions of themselves as enemies. If they see each other as enemies then it would be harder to work together to get all of them back to their own world, it would be especially hard to work with the Rise turtles because their existence is the reason why the others were there fighting in the first place, which is difficult because they would also be the only one to be able to send the other turtles back to their own worlds other than Big Mama. My problem with this is how all the turtles get there. Saying “Big Mama has a mystic device that can bring them there” seems lame because she would have no need to focus on the turtles, she doesn’t really have a need for revenge from them so her motive would be because of more people coming in to see the fighting.

One the other hand, the 2003 Battle Nexus is called that because it takes place in an actual Nexus. It a place between worlds and dimensions so it would make more sense for how they would be stuck in another world in the first place. During the actual fighting I planned on putting all of the different turtles into different fighting games and being in an actual Nexus between world would allow the games to be a lot more creative and not bound by the rules of one universe. However, I haven’t watched all of the 2003. I saw a few episodes, specifically where they sneak off and find Master Splinter at the Battle Nexus. Idk what Leo and the Daimyo’s son’s beef is, but he was sucked up into a rip in space so I can’t just be like “oh the new daimyo has beef with them so he takes all the turtles and forces them to fight” like with the Big Mama scenario, unless I say he comes back to kill his dad again and become the Daimyo but I honestly think he’s dead, so it has to be the original Daimyo. The thing is with that though is that the original Daimyo likes the turtles so he wouldn’t force them to come. If they were all just invited then they’d just fight each other like the rules of the tournament, all friendly like, so there would be no drama. Sure, I could write that there is a conspiracy like how it when before during the Battle Nexus episodes but then there would be no need for the other turtles. I could really stretch it and say there is a completely new Daimyo who either want revenge for the last heir or is such a huge fan that they kidnap a bunch of the turtle to make them fight, Collector from the ow house style were it’s some kid with too much power playing with them, but I’d just prefer not to stretch the lore too much. If it’s a good idea I’ll do it, but I doubt it is. I could just set it before the whole battle Nexus events but once again there would be no need for the other turtles if there is no beef, also I want the 2003 turtles to have meet the other turtles.

Ok so that’s the pros and cons of those ideas. Sorry if this is hard to understand, I kind of just wrote down all the junk I was thinking in the moment so my thought might see all over the place. I know I’m not a popular creator or anything, and not a lot of people care about TMNT crossovers, but whether you plan on reading my work in the future or not, the input would still be helpful. I like writing fan fiction and I plan on making this fic the first fic I post on ao3, my account has the same name as my tumblr. I’ll have more things I’ll need advice about like the winners of games and fights so if you actually interested in this fic follow my account. Ok, thank you! Bye!

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fire-fira · 2 years

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A Non-Exhaustive List of My Fiance @radioactive-earthshine‘s Impressions of the 2003 TMNT Series:

First up--

MIKEY

Her favorite

He screams in such a wonderful way.

10/10 would be friends with Bart Allen/Impulse online (where they’d talk about Star Trek, both headcanons and meta).

The cute one

Precious

GIVE! HIM! FRIENDS!

He definitely needs to hit up Roy Harper/Arsenal in New York to join his team, Titans East.

RAPH

He experiences a LOT of male-bonding.

This turtle isn’t straight. (He’s masc for masc.)

Dramatic

He needs his boyfriend (meaning Traximus) around more.

While his brothers were all being traumatized in various ways during the arc that included SAINW he was off in a bike-race with a hottie on another planet.

Would absolutely swear more and probably only censors himself around his dad.

He’d be friends with Jason Todd/Robin II/Red Hood.

DONNIE

The Kirby episode with him was one of her favorites.

Tim Drake/Robin III/Red Robin’s friend.

Why is he sitting on the couch like that? Sir, why did you put the couch like that before climbing onto it to sit?

He’s not straight because he sits on the couch like that. He’s not straight either.

Hasn’t made much of an impression. (Sorry Donnie, you don’t get a full 7 points.)

LEO

O O F. SON.

Ah, he’s a bi disaster.

He needs to get together with the rabbit.

Wants him to behead people more. Wants it to be a running gag that he beheads Shredder every time they encounter each other. (”Go apeshit! Do it again!”)

He needs to stop chasing Karai, she’s a bad choice. (”She’s hot, but son that’s a CHOICE.”)

✨T H E R A P Y✨

Her watching every moment between Leo and Usagi: “That’s gaaaaayyyyyy~.”

Orion (of New Genesis) would get along with him.

SPLINTER

Unhealthy obsession with wanting to see him naked. (Seriously, she wants to see this rat without his robe on constantly.)

Wants to see him brushing his fur.

Is married to the Daimyo.

Wants him to have tea with Alfred Pennyworth. (Where they could go back and forth over hellion children.)

Where are your teeth? (”He’s a opossum!” -brings up google images- “Look! That’s a opossum! He doesn’t have rat teeth!”)

You’re one fucked-up rat.

Regularly quotes him as saying “Oh, you were so cute” about his sons.

USAGI

Leo’s (long-distance) boyfriend

“Is he a lop-eared rabbit? If he takes that tie off will his ears just flop over?”

Ah, another disaster-bi.

A much better choice than Karai.

“You exchanged swords? That’s gay.”

“I do not want to see him naked ever.”

“Where are your teeth?!”

“Real original name.” 🙄

KARAI

I have no thoughts about her-- no wait.

If I had that name I’d Karai too.

A terrible choice.

Hot though.

Needs to figure out her shit.

You don’t need NO MAN.

CASEY (MOTHER FUCKING) JONES

CANADIAN????

It’d be hilarious if how he died in SAINW was something really stupid, like choking on air, or tripping into something, or choking on a muffin. Nothing impressive, just embarrassing. It’d be hilarious.

Fun to watch.

You’re too disastrous to not be bi.

I need him to handle all my retail returns.

He needs to use a baseball bat more.

Dumbass™ (because of his terrible hiding skills)

APRIL

“I haven’t changed my outfit in over 10 years because I made a vow when I lost my Uncle Auggie to never change my wardrobe until he came back home so he’d recognize me!”

MOOD

You’re just as much of a dumbass™ as Casey, and that’s why you deserve each other.

GIRL, are you BARBIE? Because you have a lot of careers!

-a la Jurassic Park- SHOOT HER!!! SHOOT HER AGAIN!!!

LEATHERHEAD

I WANT TO BOOP THAT SNOOT.

Wants to pet his snoot too. (”I think he’d like it.”)

Also would get along well with Orion of New Genesis.

✨T H E R A P Y✨

Deserves better.

SHREDDER

wATch OUt fOr ShrEDdeR!!!

Can’t take him seriously and starts laughing every time he’s on screen.

Wants him to be beheaded constantly by Leo.

Mocks him by giving him Bane’s voice from the Harley Quinn animated series and pretending he has a fixation on cheese and shredding cheese. (”Soooomonnne! Give me the cheddaaaarrr!!! I’m so stressed!”)

Sometimes calls him Cheddar.

Desperately wants someone to call him a Kitchen-Aid attachment to his face.

HUN

Hun. Hunny. Honey. (Absolutely must mock his name.)

“All the men call me Hun.”

Vaguely implied that the Purple Dragons were his harem??? (My fiance is wild y’all.)

Clearly smarter than Baxter Stockman.

BAXTER STOCKMAN

HE NEVER LEARNS!!!

“I want him to call Shredder the Kitchen-Aid attachment.”

Her favorite line from him: “You’d make a horrible scientist.”

WOOOOWWWWWWW

Clearly not as smart as Hun when it comes to shutting his damn mouth.

#TMNT #TMNT 2003 #Michelangelo #Raphael #Donatello #Leonardo #my wonderful fiance #rofl #lol #I'm not tagging all the characters here because that'd get a bit ridiculous #I love my fiance if you can't tell #my fiction #tagging 'my fiction' so it's easier to find

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