#tmnt fanfiction competitions

[phoebepheebsphibs]

a mist begins to pour from a small vent

your au was near the vent, what occured?

@littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition

Fun fact! The rags Mikey's wearing are the same clothes he escaped Draxum's labs in!

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[sugarpasteltmnt]

@tmntaucompetition i want to submit propaganda for my "The Neon Void" AU but have no idea how or what to send--

but to everyone please know that you're all so cool and my Leo is literally going around the comp like this:

[tmntstorycomp]

SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN

Go ahead and fill out the form to submit a story for the comp!

I'd like to reiterate, we are welcoming all stories :) Comics, fanfiction, AUs. Any story!

Welcome to the game!

[dandylovesturtles]

we're stressed but we remain silly (actually this is super angsty lol)

more Sidelined + Firefight (Firelined???) propaganda for the @tmntaucompetition

Sorry I keep stealing your boys @remedyturtles

Spoilers for chapter 15 of Firefight, cw: for heavy injuries + blood, no actual recounting of how they got the injuries in this fic, though

Please consider voting for us! Thanks!

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In the time it takes Donnie and Leo to get medical supplies, it's been decided that they'll be teaming up with the Firefight guys.

The situation has also, somehow, managed to deteriorate.

If Leo thought these guys looked like death warmed over before, now they just look like plain old death. The other Donnie is littered with bloody injuries and his leg is bent in ways it really should not be. And the other Leo...

Leo shudders at the cracks in his shell. He's not sure he wants to know what kind of monster could do that.

The Leo is chirping periodically - help help scared - and the Donnie answers back by tapping on his shell. Leo knows enough now to recognize it as Morse code; trying to calm him, coax him into coming out. It doesn't seem to be working too well.

"...I think we should have brought more medical supplies," says his own Donnie, yanking Leo out of his reverie. "This may not be enough."

"I don't even know where to start," Leo confesses softly. Really, they need to see a doctor, but Leo has no idea where to find one. Maybe one of the older turtles here has more medical experience than they do? But he has no idea who to ask...

"We'll just... do the best we can," says Donnie, and he sounds determined. Leo finally tears his eyes away from their deathly still mirrored versions, the Leo cradled close in the Donnie's arms, to look at his own twin. He's got his jaw set and teeth clenched, like he does when he's gearing up for something particularly unpleasant, and Leo isn't going to let him face it alone.

"Alright." Leo starts laying out their supplies on the bleachers, sorting it for easy grabbing. "Let's see what we can do."

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When he tries to take the other Leo away, the other Donnie bites him.

Really, he should have been prepared for that.

It's only hard enough to graze the skin on his arm, but Leo still hisses when it happens. The other Donnie's eyes fly to his face, then widen and let go, which is good, because Leo knows what could have happened if he bit down harder.

He looks horribly guilty, his eyes flying between the Leo in his lap and Leo's own face. His eyes are glassy and he may not be able to fully distinguish between them. So now he thinks he bit the brother who is still chirping periodically - help help scared - and boy does Leo feel like a tool.

He holds up his hands in surrender, rushing to reassure him. "It's okay, that was my bad. I could have telegraphed that way better."

"Excellent work, Leon," chides his own twin, who looks thoroughly unimpressed. He immediately grabs Leo's arm in one hand, then reaches for the disinfectant with another. "We're supposed to be treating their injuries, not yours."

"It's fine, it's just a scrape!" he says, but doesn't actually do anything to stop Donnie from cleaning it. His immune system has been pretty much useless since the armor, and mouths are nasty.

Besides, the gentle attention Donnie is giving his wound, despite his harsh tone, seems to be doing something for the other Donnie. He doesn't loosen his grip on his twin, but something unspools in his posture as he watches, attentive, as the wound is cleansed and covered. Like it's finally clicking for him that they're here to help. That things are... well, better than they were.

Leo gives him his biggest, most reassuring grin, and says, "Yeah, see? We're gonna get you guys all patched up."

Donnie finishes his work, then pulls on a pair of gloves, thankfully already modified for three-fingered hands. He holds out a pair for Leo. "Are your hands steady?"

It's not at all an unfair question. Leo nods. "Yeah. For now, anyway."

Donnie nods back, letting the gloves fall into Leo's palms. "I'll start work with Leo, you take Donnie. Start with the lacerations on his back. I... don't think we can do much for his leg."

"Right."

Donnie steps over and settles down on the bleacher next to the pair, body angled towards them. He holds out his hands for his counterpart to see.

"Hello, Donatello," he says. "Can I start treating your Nardo? I'll keep him right here - you can maintain physical contact if you want."

The other Donnie hesitates. He hasn't spoken since they arrived, his only active communication the continuous taps against his own Leo's shell. It's not surprising - there's no way this situation isn't overwhelming. But it's making this whole process a bit difficult.

Donnie's never let difficulties slow him down, though.

"I swear," he says, clear and steady, "I'll treat him like my own Leo."

The other Donnie looks down at the bloody shell in his lap. Then he looks at Leo, who gives another smile and a little wave from his wheelchair.

Again, it seems to be clicking, and slowly, very slowly, the other Donnie unwraps from around his precious bundle, and lets him go.

His chirps get more rapid when that happens, and the other Donnie's taps get more rapid. They're close enough that he can keep a hand on his Leo's shell easily, can keep up the Morse code, keep telling him that he's safe. It means Leo's going to have an awkward angle to get to the other Donnie's own injuries, but that's alright. He's gotten good at reaching things that aren't convenient.

He wheels himself as close as he can get, then leans over the arm of his chair and gets to work.

It has to hurt, but the other Donnie stays stalwart, all his focus on reassuring his twin, barely twitching as Leo cleans and bandages the wounds. So Leo works in silence, lets him tap away. He knows enough to recognize it, but not enough to know what he's saying. Still, he can take a good guess.

Eventually, Donnie has done all he can to the other Leo, and Leo himself is flagging. His hands had been steady when he started, but this kind of work wears him out quickly - his hand muscles are cramping, and his wrists are sore. Donnie catches on, because he always does, and announces that they'll trade places without leaving room for argument.

So after a little maneuvering, Leo has his counterpart in his lap, while his twin works on cleaning the other Donnie's arms and legs as best he can. The taps are still going, and the chirps still come, here and there.

Leo can't do much to help now, so he tries to help. Tries to think of what would make him feel better, if they were switched.

He looks over at the other Donnie, battered and bruised and bloody, his leg twisted and his breaths wheezing.

And the next time the other Leo chirps, he says, "It's okay. Donnie's safe."

And he says it again, and again, and again, each time he hears the chirp, until-

"You're safe, too, Leo."

He looks up, at his twin, whose hands have stalled in their ministrations. He's looking at the shell in Leo's lap, but for a brief moment his eyes flick up, and they lock, and there's something meaningful there that Leo has to rush to catch.

"You're safe, too."

Leo watches Donnie, for the first time he notices the shake in his twin's hands. And it occurs to him, if it hurts him to see a Donnie in this state, like he's never seen before, then for his twin to see a Leo in this state, when he has-

He takes a shaky breath. The chirp comes again, and this time he says, "Yeah. You're safe. Donnie's safe. It's okay. No monsters here."

They keep it up until Raph and Mikey come back with the chairs and the food and blankets, the ones Leo drapes over his legs to keep them warm. By that point, they've done about all they can, and with some maneuvering they get the other Donnie in the transport chair, and pass his twin back to him, safe in his lap.

He still hasn't made any move to come out, but no one tries to force him.

"Let's ask the staff if there's anywhere these guys can lay down," suggests Raph, and they all nod in agreement to that. The bleachers are not comfortable enough for naps, especially not in the state these guys are in.

"Do you need me to push you, Nardo?" asks Donnie. "You said your wrists were hurting."

"They're fine," he protests, giving his hands a shake. "Don't..."

The word "worry" dies when his counterpart chirps again, and he catches Donnie's flinch when it happens.

"...Well," Leo says, "I guess I could stand to take a break."

His twin looks relieved. Leo's glad one Donnie does, at least.

Donnie grabs the handles of his chair; Raph takes the handles of their teammates'. And with that, they're off.

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Digital drawing of Donnie from ROTTMNT. It's a close up of his face, showing him grinning smugly with an eyebrow raised. His hand is on his chin in an L-shape. On the base of his goggles is a mute symbol. Above him in a futuristic font is "Donatello, aka Foxglove" End I.D.]

More Minor Interference propaganda for @tmntaucompetition lol

Donnie:

deaf/hard of hearing, regularly takes advantage of being able to turn his hearing aids off

lit a fire in the middle of Draxum's living room to roast smores over (this was about four feet away from the actual fireplace)

snuck multiple microwaves into Draxum's house for the express purpose of blowing them up

wrecked Draxum's kitchen more than once

also switched the labels on all the spice jars for funsies

gave Draxum a phone but has taught him nothing about how to use it

fluent in English and ASL (it's not truly ASL given that it's altered for less fingers but it's kind of a dialect of it)

went to a fancy upscale restaurant and ordered a grilled cheese, which wasn't even on the menu

wins all the family screaming contests based on volume (literally just turns off his hearing aids and goes for it this boy is loud)

has never learned what "acting normal" is and frankly doesn't care

Draxum, Mikey, Leo, Raph

[cartoonhostage]

The TSISR crew are NOT beating the "we live in the worst timeline" allegations </3 Good luck to everyone in the @tmntaucompetition!

Transcript under the cut👇

(What's TSISR? Info for The Sky Is Still Red AU is in my pinned post!)

Donnie: An alternate universe competition? I knew it...

Leo: Woah, we were submitted?

Raph: Doesn't look like we qualified...

Mikey: Ohmigosh!

Raph: Fact we didn't get in makes me nervous. What if we-

Mikey: Oh, chill, our world can't be that bad

Sensei: Don't... Don't go in there.

[pastadorable]

Vote for the baby in @rottmntpeepawpolls’s competition!

First round here!!

[lordshroom]

Sometimes the “Snake” in “Snakeatello” is expressed more than he would like. Just a short bit of @tmntaucompetition propaganda featuring @tangledinink ‘s Swanatello.

(BTW vote for 2012 Good Genes! )

[dluebirb]

*whispers in your ear*: vote Cardinal Rules in the @tmntstorycomp :]

Voting

no text version:

whee!

Scene from chapter 6/7 in the first fic, The (Un)Secret Garden!

Go read it here hehe

[devotedtosadpoetry]

VOTE DOWN WITH THE STOCKHOLM FOR TMNT COMPETITION

while pondering what possible propaganda i could do for @tmntaucompetition since i feel as a writer i am a bit limited, i have gathered a list of ✨extra details✨ that may peek your interest. with each round won one of these behind the scenes essays will be posted:

Character Analysis: Leonardo and the Points of No Return

Character Analysis: the Breaking of Donatello

Character Analysis: Raph’s Oldest Sibling Syndrome

Character Analysis: Splinter’s Helplessness

Character Analysis: Michelangelo’s Heart

Character Analysis: Dr. Bishop’s View of Leonardo

Character Analysis: the Bishops—Which One is Worse?

Organization Analysis: Inside the EPF

Ability Analysis: the Role of Mystics

Character Analysis: What this Means for Their Future

Stockholm Syndrome: The Journey

Parenthood: How the Bishops are the Dark Reflection of Splinter

some of these will have to wait to be posted until a lot more chapters are posted, but passing a round WILL GUARANTEE THAT A BTS ESSAY WILL BE WRITTEN!!!

if you have a question about the fic you want answered or a topic you want talked about i may add it to the list, although there is no guarantee i will get to it.

if you have a favorite essay topic send it in comments or reblogs or in asks!!!! if you have an idea for an essay topic please send!!!!

i am honored to take part of this competition and look forward to the journey.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Prisoners of Fear (2/5)

@boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau @littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition @that-0n3-shr00mi3-guy

[sugarpasteltmnt]

i suppose i'll make some @tmntaucompetition propaganda omg

About 'The Neon Void' AU (an AO3 fic):

main themes: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Character Death/Identity, Action, Grieving... and Comedy 🎉

After the events of the ROTTMNT movie, instead of being saved, Leo is lost to the Prison Dimension and presumed dead

Set five years post movie, the Hamato family is still mourning the loss of their beloved brother and son... when suddenly a mysterious yokai appears, wielding a terrible power and rumored to be searching for a 'Key'

But this 'new, extremely dangerous' yokai might be someone very, very... fa̙̻̯̔ͦͤm̩̼̑͟i̩l̯͔͕̍́̅iâ̤͙̄r̶̺͉̈ 👀👀👀

✨[read it here on A03]✨

Thank u for having me in the competition!! Have some fun links!

Fanart Tag! 🩵 'Neon Void' Asks (some have lore!) Some AU related memes for a Sensible Chuckle ♫ Playlists ♫: The Neon Void [Instrumental] The Neon Void [Mixed Tape]

[tmntstorycomp]

Something big is happening…..

Hi! This won’t start for a hot minute bc I know there are other comps going on right now , but I do wanna ask if anyone would be interested in partaking in another one that is more story based.

I want it to include fanfics, comics, potentially AUs. But just story based comp. And I want it to include any iteration, not just rise!

And if it sweetens the deal, we (me and the other mods on this page) are planning a plot to go along with the competition that we want to encourage people to interact with and have fun.

[dandylovesturtles]

I come bearing a little Sidelined AU propaganda for the @tmntaucompetition ! Featuring a guest appearance by @intotheelliwoods Poptart and Sprout.

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“Whooooooaaaaaaa!”

Leo can’t help but echo his brothers’ amazement as they enter the stadium. There are so many turtles here (and others, too!) - so many different versions of themselves, some familiar and others radically different.

It’s ridiculously cool.

“I knew it!” cheers Donnie behind him. “I knew I was right about multiverse theory! Oh, this has so many fascinating implications for physics! You guys know how…”

Leo tunes out Donnie’s ramble (he can’t understand any of it anyway) to focus on the turtles in front of him. It’s easy to pick out the other Leos in the crowd (their color coding seems to be one of the few constants between them), but he’s quickly noticing he’s an outlier in one very big way.

“Hey guys,” he says, interrupting Donnie, “am I the only Leo rockin’ wheelies?”

“Statistically unlikely,” says Donnie, coming to stand next to him. “Given infinite possibilities, there are definitely other worlds where you use a wheelchair, and myself and Raph and Mikey as well.” Donnie pulls down his goggles, scans the crowd, and then says, “But you’re right that you may be the only one in the building.”

“I wonder what the difference is between our timeline and everyone else’s?” asks Mikey.

“I dunno!” Leo’s eyes scan the crowd. “Let’s ask.”

He catches sight of another Leo nearby, this one missing an arm. He also seems to be in the company of a grandpa Leo, and Leo has no idea how to handle the implications of that one so he decides not to think about it too hard.

“Hey!” he calls out, wheeling himself up, careful not to catch anyone’s feet on his way. “Leo! …Oh, that’s so weird.”

The other Leo turns, doing the momentary skip with his eyes when Leo isn’t at the height he was expecting. Leo’s used to that by now. The one-armed Leo retrains his eyes, grinning and holding up a hand in greeting.

“Well there’s a handsome face,” he says.

“Takes one to know one,” replies Leo enthusiastically.

“Oh no, this is going to be the whole competition, isn’t it?” he hears Donnie say behind him. He rolls his chair back into his brother’s shin and takes satisfaction in the yelp he hears after.

“Quick question. Did Draxum and the Foot Clan put together the Dark Armor in your timeline?”

“Huh? Oh!” The other Leo laughs. “Yeah! That feels like forever ago.”

“And he didn’t put you in it?”

“Uh, no.” The other Leo shrugs. “He put himself in it. Is that what happened to, uh…” He gestures vaguely at Leo, who nods.

“Oh yeah. What about you?” Leo eyes his empty shoulder. “Was that from the Shredder?”

“Nope!” The other Leo waves that off. “This was from the Krang!”

“Oh,” says Leo. (Behind him, he hears Mikey whisper, “What’s a Krang?”) “Okay, thanks. We’re just trying to figure out where our timeline went different.” He grins. “Nice compression sleeve, by the way.”

“Thanks!” The other Leo grins back. “Nice wheelchair!”

The other Leo and the big Leo tailing him move on. Leo swivels his chair so he can look back at his brothers.

“Okay, so we know the difference,” he says. “In most other timelines, Draxum is an idiot.”

“He’s an idiot in our timeline,” says Raph, “but I see your point.”

“Cool!” says Mikey. “Mystery solved!”

“Now hold on!” Donnie dashes to stand in front of them, arms held out. “Gentlemen, you can’t really mean to take a single data point and form a conclusion based on that!” He pulls up the screen of his bracer, typing frantically. “We need to gather data from every group here, and then we need to run cross-references to find all the commonalities, and then-“

Leo looks at Raph and Mikey. “Nachos?” he suggests.

“Nachos!” they both cheer.

He starts making his way through the crowd, Mikey and Raph helping him navigate, leaving Donnie to catch up.

“Really!? That’s it!? Don’t you have any interest in the mysteries of the multiverse!? You’re abandoning it for nachos!? …Well okay, but no jalapeños on mine!”

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Digital drawing of Raph from ROTTMNT from waist up. He is flexing an arm, the other cut off by the drawing's border. He smiles widely and winks. Above him is written "Raphael, aka Cypress". End I.D]

The final introduction post for the main cast of Minor Interference!

Raph:

was (understandably) wary around Draxum at first

not that it stopped him from causing chaos

played chess against Draxum and his strategy was literally to just eat the pieces when Draxum wasn't looking

stole Draxum's hair products to use in an impromptu game of bowling

let Donnie start a fire on the living room floor because Donnie bribed him with smores

is dyslexic (something he and Draxum have in common)

learned how to use his mystics to form new construct shapes and immediately used that knowledge to lob a ball at Leo's head

also broke part of Draxum's kitchen floor using this

went to the botanical gardens and ate a bug he found on one of the plants

technically had a moment of 'going savage' at the botanical garden

caught and ate a koi fish raw from a public pond while Draxum was talking to a friend

like his brothers, he was given the nickname of a poisonous plant by Draxum (because Draxum never learned their names and just improvised lmao)

Draxum, Donnie, Mikey, Leo

@tmntaucompetition

[twignotstick]

me: wow, I've got some serious writers block with my own original stuff, maybe I can just write some classic, canon-based fanfics! No OCs, no AUs-

@tmntaucompetition: