#tmnt micro fic

[deadlyflan]

Since I'm writing fanfiction, a fair amount of worldbuilding has already been done for me by approx 40 years of canon TMNT materials. TMNT Chain Reaction, the fic eating my brain right now, is specifically set in 1995 New York City. Again, oodles of groundwork already laid for me: Twin Towers were still standing, cell phones were primitive with limited coverage, the internet was predominately text-based accessible by landline dial-up modem, television was the primary news source, and surveillance systems were tape-recorded and not linked together in widespread networks. There are far more ways for the TMNT to stay hidden in 1995 than any story set in 2023. All that being said, my story features two "Evil Science Laboratories" which need to be developed! Each team of scientists has their own goals. Each facility must be set up to accommodate those goals. My original characters spend their lives within one or the other and will be shaped/stunted by their experiences inside each. It's very important that I flesh out these locations. Jumping off of the idea that laboratories will have an out-sized influence on my captive mutants, there's also worldbuilding in the CULTURE that those captive mutants develop amongst themselves. The 1990s Movie TMNT are heavily influenced by the human world. They watch it. They hide from it. They have television and sneak into movies. They listen to the radio and have records. They read the books; they learned enough science/engineering to repair what they salvage. They are raised from childhood by a domesticated pet rat mutant. They are devoted to and deeply immersed in human martial arts. Yet even with all that human cultural influence, they are TURTLES living in POVERTY in a SEWER. They don't choose to wear clothing (probably because it's easier to be dry and clean without fabric). They battle criminals. They live with hypervigilance against threats. They know deprivation and they hoard anything that could be useful against future problems. What other turtle-specific 'family habits' do the TMNT have? What things are their 'normal,' but absolutely atypical for a human household? What things do they share in common with other squatters and homeless persons? How has their micro-culture evolved? I make happy burbling noises every time I consider this. Which is why, looping back to the laboratories as being pressure chambers for CAPTIVE mutant culture, I'm in the throes of ecstasy. Captives would not have to scavenge like the TMNT for food, fresh water, and supplies, but the food and supplies they do receive would be limited and tied to good behavior. Captives would have had life-long close-contact with humans, but the secrecy of their existence would keep the number of humans they'd ever met very low. They would have access to media: books and TV, but the materials and videos provided would be educational at best. Then there's the question of who these captive mutants are when they're amongst themselves. Group dynamics, constant surveillance, and rewarded behavior would all force very strange adaptations in children. There's also the aspect of fable-making and story-telling--not as in "Fairy Tales!"--but rather... when these sheltered children do not understand what is happening to them or why, how do they rationalize it? As they grow into adulthood, what superstitions and assumptions do they retain? How can these characters reconcile the human worlds and fantasy worlds that they are shown in books and videos with their own lives? What coping mechanisms and beliefs keep them balanced? Um. Yes. There's so much worldbuilding to be done even in a fanfic, because this kind of things fascinates the hell out of me. It makes the characters more three-dimensional. And, as previously stated, I have brainworms about turtles. 2. I based a portion of the retreat from the rescue on this photograph. The turtles are being hunted and will escape through the giant ventilation tube on the ceiling!

I did so much research into tunnel ventilation for this. You have no idea. Turtle. Brainworms. 3. I tend to overthink things fairly well on my own? But I definitely read the lists of 'OC questions' and 'Worldbuilding questions' when they scroll across my dash. I just don't tend to write out all the answers. This whole Ask-A-Thon thing is an exception to that, I suppose. :)

Day 5

How much do you worldbuild? Why that much?

What’s your favorite random fact about your story and/or characters?

Do you use character and worldbuilding questions when planning? Or do you just develop them as you go? Why or why not?

[deadlyflan]

TMNT Micro Fic #4

Splinter paced a slow line back and forth in front of his eleven-year-old sons. This whole affair filled his heart with unease. However, a promise had been made, and the boys had fulfilled their part. He drew a deep breath and faced the four eager faces squarely. “Do you promise to remain underground?” “HAI, SENSEI!” “Do you promise to take the first aid kit with you?” “HAI, SENSEI!” “Will you all kill each other if I let you go?” Donatello instantly replied, “No, Sensei!” His left kneepad slipped down his string bean leg, but he pulled it back up with a kilowatt smile. His goggles toppled forward and left him tugging on their strap. The kneepad fell down again.

“Probably not?” Michelangelo glanced at Raph. His freckled baby-fat cheeks puffed as he bit back giggles. Toes tapping a quick rhythm, Mikey almost, but not quite, stopped himself from dancing where he stood. The streamers tied to his elbow pads rustled.

“Kill each other? Uh. I mean, maybe.” Raphael offered an honest smile with a hint of an apology shrug as a downpayment on any future scrapes or scuffs. He bumped his mismatched boxing-gloves together eagerly; he still wore bandaids from earlier in the week.

Leonardo matched the rest of his vibrating brothers. Blue finger-painted racing stripes covered his spindly upper body. Unfortunate thumbprints somewhat spoiled the design, but Leonardo hadn’t noticed his paint nipples yet. He laughed brightly. “Definitely yes!” Splinter balked. “You will kill each other?” “No, sensei! But I’m going to smoke all three of their tails! My racer is awesome!”

That triggered a tidal wave of denials. “No way! My racer is way better!” “You don’t even know what you’re messing with!” “I’m gonna smoke your tail and don’t you forget it!” Each of them had a hidden racer they’d worked on all winter. And while he’d helped them each out in turn—to make sure no one was going to lose limbs to this contest—Splinter knew what each of these racers looked like. He knew his sons. And he knew that this would be more of a demolition derby than a downhill race in the old spillway. “You’d have to be mutated on the finish line to have a chance at beating me!” “Yeah well, you’d need time travel to beat me!” “My racer did time travel and I’ve already won, so—“ “I’m not loosing to a bunch of egg-pooping pipe-lickers—“ “Raphael! ENOUGH!” Splinter sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. He was going to have a riot on his hands if he didn’t let them go. Leonardo waved his hands desperately. Splinter was having second thoughts and Raph had to go throwing around bad words. Splinter needed reassurance, fast! “But it will be fine, Sensei! We have the first aid kit! We’re just going to the spillway under Central Park! We will be—will have lots of sportsmanship! The good kind! Please let us go. We did all our chores. We behaved all winter! My racer—our racers are so cool! Pleeease—” “Yeah! We did our chores! You said if—” “It finally stopped raining! The spillway is dry for optimal racing—“ “I built the best racer, Sensei! Please! Lemme show’em! I can win—” With slumped shoulders and a prayer that Shen would watch over them, Splinter relented. What else could he do? “Yes, yes, my turtles. Just remember your helmets!” All four boys scattered full-tilt to their ’top secret garages’ before his second 'yes.'

[ao3feed-tmnt2k12]

Micro-stories

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gRXoDK

by AlessandraDC

These are all short fics based on Tumblr prompts.

Words: 2514, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2003), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (IDW Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Leonardo (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Leatherhead (TMNT), Casey Jones (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT)

Relationships: Leonardo/Original Female Character(s), Donatello/Leatherhead (TMNT), Donatello/Leonardo (TMNT), Casey Jones/Leonardo (TMNT)

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Turtlecest

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2gRXoDK

[deadlyflan]

TMNT Micro Fic #1

Renet the Time Mistress had stranded them in Dinosaur Times. Again.

Michelangelo reclined against a low soft fern, watching his muddy brothers hack at the undergrowth to clear ground for a base camp. "Say what you will for these prehistoric vacations--"

"Vacations?!" Raphael and Leonardo chorused from the bushes.

Michelangelo nodded, "Vacations, yeah." His wide eyes took in the glistening canopy and the soft light filtered through the fronds high above. "Every time we do one of these, my scales get so shiny. And, like, the world just kinda sparkles..."

Donatello dumped his gathered firewood. "The air is over-saturated with oxygen during this era. You're high."

[deadlyflan]

TMNT Micro Fic #2

Leonardo limped back from kitchen and sighed one of those sighs. The kind of sigh that set Raphael’s teeth on edge. The kind of sigh that started Michelangelo preparing excuses. The kind of sigh that Donatello steeled himself not to take personally.

Picking his way through the paper wrappers, loose bottles, and cotton balls, Leonardo very carefully moved a handful of bandage wraps off the the sofa. He draped his ice pack over his elevated knee. Leo selected an unused and unspooled bandage and started to wind it. Pointedly. Silently. Very loudly judgmentally silently.

His brothers sagged over various other furniture and just as pointedly obviously ignored Leonardo’s accusatory tidying. They knew how it was. He was tired and injured post-battle. His base level of passive aggressive got aggressively passive aggressive when he was run down. His brothers, also battered and exhausted, simply did not have any more ‘team spirit’ left for cleaning.

He finished winding the bandages he could reach from the sofa. The silence stretched, and his brothers held their breath. Maybe Leo was satisfied? Maybe the ‘lead by example’ cleaning martyr routine was over? He had taken some serious hits this time. Maybe he was actually relaxing?

Leo stood up.

Dammit.

Maybe he just needed something to drink.

Crinkling sounds. Wrappers from bandaids and sterile gauze.

Raph’s eyes opened. He stared at the ceiling, counting down from 20. He could still feel his bloody nose draining into the back of his throat and his face felt like roadkill and here was his injured, idiot, neurotic brother limping around the freaking living room like a shell-backed Cinderella, gathering up loose bottles of disinfectant and trash while his very-necessary ice pack melted on the sofa—

Michelangelo called out lazily from the beanbag, “I read this funny thing on the internet the other day.” The smile in his pause was audible. A pretty good trick for a guy with fresh stitches. “Every corpse on Mt. Everest was once a Very Motivated(tm) person.”

Mikey applied ‘trademark’ to all the dead people on Everest and knocked Raph right out of his anger. He barked a laugh and snorted painfully before clutching his head. Chuckling and changing out the wad of gauze up his nose, Raph flashed a loose-toothed smile at Mikey. “Yeah. Mountaineer Leo, come back to base camp.”

Donatello giggled from the recliner, but didn’t sit up. Bruised ribs. He moaned. Shouldn’t have laughed.

“Oh for—I'm not asking you to climb mountains! Just clean up after yourselves!” Leonardo finally spoke! Even without looking, Donatello knew Leo’s hands were on his hips.

Raphael groaned, “We'll do it in the morning!”

“Yeah, Leo. We just saved the city.” Michelangelo wadded the paper from his gauze pads into a ball and threw it at Leo’s head.

He batted it away and glared at Mikey as if Michelangelo had just smacked trash into the hallway by himself! Such injustice! 

Since they were all registering complaints, Donatello added his. “Just let us bleed into our bandages for a second.” He was probably going to sleep in the recliner tonight. Soon. Now? Maybe now.

“We’ve all been hurt far worse! And the first aid kit is all over the room!”

“Your teeth are gonna be all over the ro—“

Michelangelo saved Leonardo’s teeth with a terrible betrayal. “Weren't you supposed to be icing your knee, Leo?”

“Gottfried Leibniz! Did he get up?” The recliner creaked ominously. “Leo. If you make me sit up to glare at you, I will zip tie you to a table.”

Leonardo made a tactical assessment. “Donnie, you couldn’t—“

“Okay. He couldn't." Michelangelo groped around for more trash to throw at Leo. "But Raph and I could.”

“Yeah. I’m in.” Raphael wiggled his nose. Had it stopped bleeding yet?

Leonardo limped back to his seat with poor grace. “Fine.” He repositioned his ice pack with the air of a sulky general in retreat. Sun Tzu’s Art of War had been silent on the topic of clutter but crystal clear on avoiding a fight with a superior force. Two against one put Leo back on the sofa.

Raphael rolled his watery eyes. “We'll get the mess later. Geez.”

[deadlyflan]

@this-world-of-beautiful-monsters

Yes! I want to very much. Health-stuff makes my brainmeats unreliable, but I miss doing more than reblogging. I do want to post more micro fics.

Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement. ❤️

TMNT Micro Fic #1

Renet the Time Mistress had stranded them in Dinosaur Times. Again.

Michelangelo reclined against a low soft fern, watching his muddy brothers hack at the undergrowth to clear ground for a base camp. "Say what you will for these prehistoric vacations--"

"Vacations?!" Raphael and Leonardo chorused from the bushes.

Michelangelo nodded, "Vacations, yeah." His wide eyes took in the glistening canopy and the soft light filtered through the fronds high above. "Every time we do one of these, my scales get so shiny. And, like, the world just kinda sparkles..."

Donatello dumped his gathered firewood. "The air is over-saturated with oxygen during this era. You're high."