#tmnt ffr the being

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

[tw for blood and injury and possible eyestrain]

Oh boy...oh boy where do I even start. Working on this comp has been... amazing. Stressful but amazing. Everyone was so kind and patient with me and I enjoyed working on the story....though the story is not over yet!

This animation has so many wonderful artists in here... I'll be so truthful I could not tell you all of who put in here, nor who everyone's characters belong to but I can say everyone was so wonderful, everyone deserves all their respect and support for how amazing they have been. Thank you to everyone who allowed me to put their art in this, you have not gone unnoticed...

That being said I want to specifically call out two people

@midwesternvibes, thank you so much for this. For two of the animations they have voiced the being and sung covers of songs, this is their voice singing the everything stays adventure time cover. They have been amazing to work with.

@little-banjo-frog for being my rock during all this, for making the title, for helping with so much and genuinely grounding me when the animation process got tough.

I have so many people to thank and not enough space or time to do so.

That being said, please enjoy the final animation of this year's comp, I will see everyone at next year's where we will kick off with our next host of camp

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[the-camp-being]

The crystals came. As they always did. They multiplied and ravaged the camp within the hour..

The Being woke on the floor of the lake, blinking their glowing eyes tiredly. Their body feeling fuzzy and sore... The glowing swirls and sprinkles of star dust drift in the current, dancing around the fish they created.

The Being slowly pushed onto their knees, trembling slightly as their body screamed at them not to move. Their limbs more see through than before as they debated on staying in existence or going back to sleep...

They felt a boney hand run across their shell, looking up at the crystal infected skeleton. The being tilts their head before chuckling softly. "You are supposed to stay in chains.... don't you know you may frighten the hatchlings?..." They take the awaiting hand that gently guides them to their feet, the skeleton not saying a word.

"....dance with me.." The Being didn't know why they asked it. It was a stupid question really.

The being laced their fingers with boney ones as the skeleton guides them into a small waltz among the false floor of the lake. The Being hadn't thought to make the bottom of this area yet...granted it wasn't like the campers could reach this far down just yet...

Maybe that's why the skeleton is here...maybe that's why they are here.

They felt bone fingers trail across their cheek, sighing softly as they bury their snout into the palm. "....I have to return to my hatchlings...I cannot dance forever...I have...work to do.."

They look at the skeleton as they twirl, a fish passing through their twisting legs as they spun in their gentle dance.

"I'll come visit again.. honest.."

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[itzzaira]

Fibonacci invites you on an fun, adrenaline-pumping race on professionally built go-karts! (Genius-Built is not responsible for any injuries sustained on the track, which are entirely possible to sustain even with the provided safety gear. No child under 9 years old should ride alone, and any children under 13 seen alone on the premises will be personally escorted to their guardian.)

Link for more context: https://www.tumblr.com/irequirealobotomy/756468858323419136/genius-built-go-karting

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"No." Raphael said upon reading, but it was too late. The two idiots had already seen the folder, now starry-eyed.

"Ohoho... don't mind if I do."

"Leo..."

"Are you trying to get hurt?" His twin crossed his arms, but it fell on deaf ears. Both Michelangelo and Leo snatched the invite, running of with manical laughter. Leaving their two brothers to stare at them in disappointed silence.

"...If he breaks something I'm not helping him."

"If he breaks something I will break more."

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[kiku91]

Space tour Kumo from Cabin 8 offers you some of his latest designs to try on!

“Oh! Look at that!” Mikey pulls Artie along. “Man! These guys got some style!” Artie looks down at her tattered uniform. “I suppose it would be better if I didn’t look so disheveled…” She pauses and glances at Mikey. “What about you, though…you don’t really wear clothes.” “Just ‘cause I like keeping the natural turtle look, doesn’t mean I don’t like to shred some threads once in awhile!” Mikey nods as he looks through the rack. “Let’s glam up.” “Stupendous!” Kumo claps her hands together with excitement. “Yeah you both look like a truck hit you. We are going to fix that!” Leon adds with a flourish.

[belleyellsaboutturtles]

🔥🔥Sparky Masterpost🔥🔥

Blurb

Mikey’s mystic weapon is like the coolest thing ever, if he does say so himself. He can’t wait to find out more about and master its mystic power! He’s even named it - Sparky! There is this weird thing though where ever since he’s gotten Sparky, he feels as thought he’s being watched… Surely it’s a coincidence. Then he hears a voice in his head.

AKA a ROTTMNT au that explains why Mikey’s mystic kusari fundo has a face. 🔥

Fic

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

ao3 link

Other

Main tag

Silly goofy meme video

AMAZING ART BY @cadoodledoodleydoo

TMNT Fandom Family Reunion tags: #tmnt fandom family reunion, #tmnt ffr propaganda

[languajix]

WIP Weekend - FFR Fashion Show Theme

Time for an unusually long WIP Weekend snippet! In honor of the Fandom Family Reunion's current theme, 'Fashion Show,' here is a bit from a little Hold Every Memory side story I'm working on that I currently refer to as the duckling story.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion Cabin 14; just me!

You may remember this bit from 'Cause Your Future's Ready to Shine:

Here is a snippet from the duckling story that revisits that in more detail:

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He had been vibing with his eyes closed, foot bopping to the music, when a few impatient little taps on his arm startled him out of his almost-meditation. He nudged one side of his headphones off his ear and propped himself up on his elbow. "What's up, little birdie?"

"We're gonna make you pretty!" Alicia declared, tugging at his forearm insistently, and okay. That was that. He dropped his phone into his pocket, rolled to his feet, and followed obediently, unthinkingly, just the slightest bit dumbstruck as she gripped his wrist in her own tiny hands and towed him along behind.

Pretty.

When was the last time he'd really let himself feel pretty?

Huh.

The living room was relatively quiet; most of the kids were in the gym with Raph, watching him punch stuff. All except Alicia, who was herding him towards the living area, and Belle, who was already sprawled out on the couch with assorted bags and plastic containers pried open around her.

Alicia pulled him to sit in front of said couch, facing outwards, and once he'd followed her unspoken direction she patted him on the shell like an obedient pet, and he snorted quietly, leaning back.

He felt small hands grasping under his mask tails and pulling them behind him, splayed out over the curve of his shell, and he resigned himself to being played with for a while like a big green doll. It was cute. He was glad that Belle seemed to be coming out of her shell, enough to be goofing around like this with a friend.

The girls whispered between each other, interspersed with happy giggles. Someone began tugging on his mask tails. He tried to relax into the music coming from his one headphone still over his ear, and to ignore the way the memory of the word pretty still ignited something small but warm in his chest. 'Pretty' wasn't for turtles like him, not with their whole… situation. The Foot stuff and. You know. The green. The muscles. He'd tried to enjoy a few stolen moments wearing skirts or dresses when they were younger, play it off all goofy and unashamed, but all of that bravado had crumpled under the weight of loss and fear and that awful numbness.

He barely flinched in surprise as a couple of bead necklaces slipped over his head, hitting his snout with a plastic clatter, leaving him blinking and shaking his head a little to dislodge them until they settled properly around his neck and over the front of his plastron.

"Sorry," Alicia whispered, and she and Belle broke into more silly laughter.

"And what do we have here?" Raph passed by with a water bottle in his hand and a tiny duckling in one arm, all sweaty and gross from his workout.

"Your ducklings are making me pretty, Raphy!" Mike grinned up at the squinted curious look he was being shot, trying to come off as wholly confident despite the tiniest little self-conscious thrill running down to the tips of his fingers. He didn't know why being pretty was suddenly just a little embarrassing, why it made him feel strangely vulnerable.

"Well then," Raph rumbled, and Mike could hear him walking around behind the couch. Normally this might be time for a rude comment, something about how you're gonna need a lot more than that to make this bonehead pretty, and Mike braced himself for it with a lot more steel than that kind of silly comment perhaps warranted, but Raph only hummed.

"You got a good start, there, but I bet we can make it a little more even," Raph said, and Mike couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his brother sound that utterly soft and gentle. He felt more tugging on his mask tails as Raph did… something to them. He still wasn't entirely sure what.

"Am I gonna be a pretty princess, Raph?" Mike asked, joking but also kind of not.

"The prettiest, Mike," Raph assured him with an audible grin in his voice, tone teasing but not mean, and Mike was so thankful that they were finally, finally back to a point that Raph could joke like this. "I'm gonna have to fight all the knights of the kingdom away with a stick. Lemme at 'em."

"Does that make you the dragon, then?" Mike mused. "Protecting the princess up in the tower?"

"Y'know what? I'm okay with that. Can't beat fire breath and a lotta sharp teeth, and of course the scales," Raph tugged Mike's mask tails one more time. "There we go. Lookin' better?"

"Yeah!" Belle exclaimed. "Thank you, Mister Raph!"

"None of this 'mister' stuff, okay kid? Just Raph."

"Okay Mister Raph," the ducklings chorused, and did Mike say that he loved them? Because he did. Raph's ducklings were awesome. He could tell Raph agreed by the way he harrumphed grumpily.

The girls kept playing with Mike's mask for a while, eventually urging him to take the headphones off completely. They snapped a few hair clips onto the edge of his mask - and ow, that kind of hurt - and then Alicia pretended to comb the top of his head with a blunt plastic comb, which he could feel through the mask as a sort of light massage. That, along with a smattering of small fingers pressing against his shell so lightly that he could barely feel it, was actually sort of calming. Like a clumsy little spa trip.

Leo walked through at one point just to eye him over with his mouth pressed flat, looking like he wanted to say something but was carefully restraining himself. This is a waste of time, probably. Mike stuck out his tongue, daring him to be anything less than complimentary and supportive in front of the kids. Leo walked on.

(…Leo was still a work in progress, though they were finally starting to get somewhere, thank shell. He'd turned into a bit of a phantom in the lair since the kids were first dropped off, but Mike wasn't giving up his hard-won ground just because Leo was a little nervous around some pint-sized pipsqueaks.)

"Okay, we're done!" Alicia cheered as Belle slid his mask tails back over his shoulder. "Go look! Look!"

He slid to his feet and obligingly puttered over to the mirror on the wall nearby; one of the many cracked, tarnished, over-used and under-loved things they'd filled the lair with when they realized they'd be having human guests.

It was as he suspected, kind of - the sort of little girl makeover with plastic baubles and bright colors, beauty in the playfulness and simplicity rather than in any sort of elegance. Strings of beads clicking against his plastron, hair clips attached to the edges of his mask…

…but his mask tails. Oh. He stared, for a long, long second, a stuck record, a caught breath.

The girls had used a purple ribbon to turn his tails into a braid, with beads interspersed through the many loops. They'd somehow managed to stick to his family's colors - blue, red, purple. White. Yellow, green.

(I carry you with me everywhere I go, he had told Donnie, once, when he caught Donnie looking at his purple painted nails. He knew Donnie loved it because Donnie gave him one of those rare quiet smiles, and the astral plane had warmed like a breaking dawn.)

Looking at himself in the mirror, wearing the colors of Donnie, of Raph, of Dad, April, Casey… he felt right, he felt happy with himself in a way that he had been so sure he'd never entirely feel again. He felt pretty. He felt complete.

He grinned, and it felt so real.

He turned, then, to get a better angle.

He started ugly chortling.

They'd stuck a terribly fun assortment of stickers to the back of his shell, right in the spots he couldn't reach - puffy stickers, holographic stickers, a few with fuzzy bits. Unicorns. Shooting stars.

It reminded him of himself when he was a kid. He'd done that, once. Got a whole box of rejects, slapped them on his brothers' shells.

"Look at that! I am, in fact, very pretty," he said for Alicia and Belle's benefit, "you guys should go into business as professional stylists! Raph can be your second customer."

"In your dreams!" he heard from the dojo nearby, and he snorted.

He stared again at his reflection, and you know what?

He did feel pretty.