#tmntstorycomp finale

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🔥‼️VOTE FOR CAPTAINX2 ->HERE<-‼️🔥

THESE GHOSTS ARE TOO FAR AHEAD AND THUS WE MUST GET THEM!!

METHOD NUMERO UNO: VACCUM THE BOYS‼️✨

Ft. @little-banjo-frog @chasingrabbits-art @tmntstorycomp

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We’ve come so far. Look at them <33

(ITS STARTINH TO GET HARDER TO HOLD IN THE TEARS/pos I love this comp and community so much…)

THE FINALE!!

Danny Phantom ROTTMNT Crossover by @chasingrabbits-art

Captainx2 by @veearrifarrariboom

Twin-Sync (More Than You Think) by @little-banjo-frog 

[haro0o]

Turtles in your possession are being adopted

Saki: Finally!! Child free again!

@littlemissartemisia

@theawesomeninja-xd

@tmntstorycomp

@mochi-myles

[chasingrabbits-art]

FINAL ROUND BAAABEEYYYY

Vote DPxROTTMNT or the rabbit shoots

@tmntstorycomp

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. A chart of Beatrice, a fankid oc, and how they think about various other ROTTMNT characters. Each character's head is drawn, with Bea in the center and the rest in a circle around them. Beatrice is colored bright pink and has a neutral expression. Starting at the top and working counter clockwise, Splinter is drawn as a ferret, his hair in a bun with a hairpin, and he is colored brown. He smiles gently, looking at Splinter above him, and is labeled "Dad". Next is Draxum, colored a dark pink, and drawn with curly hair. He has a faint smile and is labeled "Pinky". Below him is Sunita, colored lime green and labeled "so cool". Then Leo, a desaturated blue, and labeled "weird". Next is April with her hair in a puffy bun, labeled "Aunt". Sunita, Leo, and April all smile and look at Bea. Next is Casey, colored a dark red, who grins fiercely. She is labeled "Loud" in bold letters above her, and below is "(Also aunt?? there are two???)" Above her is Casey Jr, in grey, who looks at Bea with a suspicious frown, and labelled "scary". Next is Raph, colored red, who is turned away from Bea but looking at her cautiously. His right eye has three scars across the socket and is droopy, and he's labeled "scared". Then Mikey, colored orange, also looking away from Bea but with his eyes narrowed and a slight frown. He's labeled "angry". Finally is Donnie, who smiles and looks downward at Bea. He is labeled "???" above him, and below is written "not dad tho that's taken". End I.D.]

chart of how beatrice feels about her family and friends (albeit simplified)

also yall should totally vote for me in the @tmntstorycomp mayhaps

[leilanising]

guess who finally found one of his brothers!!! He was in the woods, lol

@tmntstorycomp

Raphael is silenting mourning the alone time he enjoyed... alone.

unlike other Raph's, he isn't scared of being alone, as, considering how much time he spends with his brothers, due to be their parental figure, he values every minute by himself that he can manage to get, lol

after accidentally being teleported here instead of the comp, Raph was able to partake in multiple sacred hours of much needed him-time

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TMNTStoryComp, Round One: To the Library!

(For @tmntstorycomp Round One Part 2 polls. Vote for Sanctuary here!)

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After receiving invitations, flowers, food, a card to a therapist—which Don saw Raph eyeing thoughtfully, before eyeing him, when he thought Don wasn’t looking—amongst other things, as well as bits and pieces of information, Raphael, Donatello, and Ms. Morrison had finally found a corner that felt relatively safe where they could sit down and compile what they knew.

“Alright,” Don said, pulling a notebook out of his duffle bag. “Let’s list what we’ve learned.”

Raph nodded, making sure that Ms. Morrison was comfortable and that Lucy was settled on her lap, before he let go of her and crossed his arms. “Well, for starters, we know that none of us are from here,” Raph said.

Don nodded. “Like a multiverse situation.”

“Multiverse?” Ms. Morrison asked, tilting her head.

“Yes, ma’am,” Don said. “In a nutshell, the multiverse is similar but not exact realities that exist at the same time. Think of it like when a group of people is asked to paint a bowl of fruit. Everyone will paint a bowl of fruit. But how each painting looks and what variations they paint of the fruits and the bowl will vary. They all still painted bowls of fruit. But each one is still different.”

“So, the people here, then, are different versions of people from our painting,” Ms. Morrison said.

“Exactly,” Don said, smiling.

Ms. Morrison hummed thoughtfully, clearing turning things over in her mind. “Thank you for explaining, Donatello,” she said.

“Not a problem,” Don said with a smile.

“Okay, so the multiverse is a given,” Raph said. “But we know that none of us came here willingly,”

Don nodded. “Right. Of the people we’ve talked to, it seems that we were all just here suddenly.”

“Including children, without their guardians,” Ms. Morrison said with a frown. “Although I heard that the nice man who gave you the card, Donatello, was looking after the children. We should check on them.”

“I’ll put a note by that,” Don said. “I’d like to talk to him again anyway. What else do we know?”

Ms. Morrison hummed. “Well, the young man who spoke to everyone earlier said this was some sort of competition.”

“Right.” Raph said. “But we don’t know what kind. Are we talking a fight? An exhibition? Parcheesi?”

“No one seemed to automatically assume that it would be violent,” Don said. “Although there are clearly some here that want it to be.”

“Yeah. As much as I like a good fight, I don’t like the fact that it would mean kids would be fighting,” Raph said.

“I don’t like the idea of you two fighting,” Ms. Morrison said. “You two are good boys. I don’t want you caught up in anything violent.”

Raph and Don exchanged a look.

“We appreciate that, Ms. Morrison,” Don said after a moment.

“Yeah, but if it comes down to it, don’t you worry,” Raph said. “We can take care of things.”

Don frowned. “Truthfully, I’d rather it didn’t come down to it either. Especially since it seems that some people here already have experience with other similar situations.”

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Raph said with a frown “We do got one other big piece of the puzzle.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “That guy is responsible for all of this.”

“That guy, who is just as much a puzzle as this place. We don’t even know his name yet,” Don said, his frown matching Raph’s as he glanced in the direction of the magical turtle. “And who apparently has some sort of magical ability.”

“Magic.” Ms. Morrison said. “I wouldn’t have believed such a thing before now. But I supposed if aliens exist, well, why not magic?” She tilted her head. “What does he look like?” she asked. “This young man?”

Raph and Don exchanged looks.

“Uh… well, kinda like a big turtle. Like a person-turtle,” Raph said. “His skin’s kinda an emerald green color, looks like his eyes are… orange? Or maybe a shade of yellow. He’s got some yellow stripes that seem to start on his head and go down his arms and legs. He’s got black… I guess you could call them skin-tight leg and arm warmers on, go up to his thighs and upper arms. He’s got poofy arm and leg warmers over that, yellow and orange, on opposite sides. He’s got a black mask with short mask tails over his eyes, and a necklace of some sort on. And…” Raph squinted. “Don, are his nails painted?”

Don blinked for a moment, pulled a set of binoculars out, looked and then nodded. “Yep. Alternating black and white.”

“Yeah,” Raph said. “He looks like a troublemaker.”

“He sounds like a child,” Ms. Morrison said.

“His necklace is a skull,” Don said, still looking through his binoculars. “And I don’t know if you noticed, Raph, but when he did his magic or whatever that was, his stripes turned black, with a yellow outlines to them. And they almost looked like they were giving off… circles? Blobs?... that float away.” He frowned. “I wonder if that speaks to the way his magic works, as if maybe he has to give part of himself away when does—uh oh.”

Raph and Ms. Morrison tensed.

“Uh-oh?” Raph said.

“Yeah, his stripes are starting to turn black again and—” Don put down the binoculars, stuffed everything in his bag, and reached out to hold onto Raph and Ms. Morrison while she held onto Lucy. “Hang on, he’s doing something!”

The world moved and swirled around them, and Raph and Don both tightened their grip on Ms. Morrison, just in case the chair she was sitting on suddenly disappeared. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to, but when the world resolved itself, they were standing in—

“A library?” Raph said, looking around, astonished.

“A library!” Don proclaimed eagerly.

“A library,” Ms.  Morrison hummed, holding onto her cat. “Well, once again I’m afraid that I won’t be much help to you boys here.”

“Not necessarily,” Don said. “There’s more than one way to gather information, or to compile and understand it. Something tells me that you can be a help to us that way.”

“And something tells me that you’re about to go crazy in here, Brainiac,” Raph said, reaching down to help Ms. Morrison up from her chair.

Don grinned at his brother. “You know me so well.” He reached over to pull a book from a shelf, and looked at it, surprise blooming on his face.

“What is it?” Raph asked.

“There’s no title or anything on the cover,” Don said. He opened it. “And it seems to be blank.” He reached for another one. “This one has a partial title on it, but the inside is incomplete.”

Raph looked around, putting Ms. Morrison’s hand on Don’s arm while he moved to a nearby railing. He could look down over the library that way, and he surveyed it, quickly.

“Well, obviously all of them aren’t that way,” he called back to his brother and the elderly woman. “I see people reading.”

Don and Ms. Morrison walked up to him, Don frowning. “So, some books are blank, some are partial, and some are complete.”

“But why?” Ms. Morrison asked.

Don hummed. “I have a theory, but no proof.” He looked at Raph. “We need to split up. Here.” He reached into his duffle and pulled out the pad and pencil from earlier. “Go look. See what books are complete and which ones aren’t. See what people are reading. Write it down. I’m going to do the same, and we can compare. We can meet up in the kid’s section in an hour. It seems to be fairly central.”

“Raphael,” Ms. Morrison said, tapping on his arm. “Why don’t you take me there first? Donatello can go ahead and get started, and I can stay there.”

“I ain’t leaving you alone,” Raph said. “You can’t read, but you can still help.”

“I will be helping,” she said. “If it’s central, then people will be passing through there. I can listen for information.” She gave them an amused smile. “My sense of hearing is pretty sharp for an old woman. Besides,” she said, petting Lucy, “A cat is bound to get people to stop.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Don said.

Raph frowned, clearly not entirely happy with the idea. “Donnie. Ya got an extra shell cell on you?”

Don nodded, already digging through his bag. “Excellent idea, Raph.”

Raph took it as soon as Don handed it to him, and he placed it in Ms. Morrison’s hands. “This is another one of our phones. Don builds ‘em for the fun of it.” He guided her hands over it. “If you need us, press this button right here, and we’ll come back as quick as we can, alright?”

“Alright,” Ms. Morrison said. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Just humor me, okay, Ms. M?” Raph said.

She smiled indulgently at him. “Of course, dear.”

Don nodded. “Okay, so then we’re splitting up?”

Raph nodded. “I’ll get Ms. M down to the kid’s section and settled. But Don—be careful.”

“You three, as well,” Don said. “I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

“Don’t lose track of time,” Raph warned.

The group split up then, Don quickly heading to start working on his theory, Raph escorting Ms. Morrison to the children’s section and making sure that she and Lucy were settled before he started his own exploration.

Hopefully, the group would find some useful information here. After all, there were still lots of competitors to talk to.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Some oddly marked turtles bring treats to fellow competitors of the @tmntstorycomp! :D

Dr. Rude takes several cookies and a muffin, stuffing his face.

“Finally! Ones who can bake! You guys don’t mind if I take some more, right?” He reaches back again.

[tothefiniteyou]

Before him sits his father, contemplative as ever. His calculative and beady eyes are fixed on something Leonardo can't see, roaming around occasionally as a memory or something resembling a plan plays out.

They've done this countless times, so today should be no different. It shouldn't. It really shouldn't.

The air is somehow stale and frigid despite their close proximity. You would think nobody had inhabited this room in ages, yet it's the opposite; they've been here for far too long, the months blurring together. All the same, it's still devoid of any life.

Just a father and son, together, yet miles apart.

"Miss O'Neil and Casey are leaving soon. That means it is our time to depart as well, my son."

It's said solemnly, his father finally prying his attention from whatever mirage is occupying his mind. There's an apologetic look in his eyes, swimming and fighting for purchase amongst the sea of finality.

"You're not coming with us."

It should be a question, but it isn't. It's a statement. Leonardo was honed into a weapon of analytical precision - a strategist. Always, always thinking, his brain. He's grown up in some ways, able to detect the words the rat loves to leave unsaid. Unsaid and silent; that is his father.

Leonardo hears it all anyway.

"No, I won't," his father says, clawed hand tightening its hold on his walking aid. It's a telltale sign that leaves no room for discussion.

Arguing would go nowhere, but Leonardo wants it to.

'May I ask why' clings to the tip of his tongue along with a childish plea, coating his mouth like the carefully concealed ire it is. He was taught never to question his father, and he's always been a perfect student. Obedience is etched into his character. It's an urge to be useful, so utterly desperate to prove himself that it's enough to choke and suffocate on.

Training and habits die hard, or so the saying goes. Instead of letting the betraying words escape, Leonardo simply closes his eyes in resigned acceptance. He knew from the beginning that things would be end up this way.

It's another lesson he's meant to grasp and conform to, akin to a blade still being forged and shaped to perfection. Accepting this task and finishing what was started more than a decade ago is what he's meant to do. If he does this, he'll be the ideal leader he's been working towards for years.

"I understand."

Binding words that can't be taken back.

His father smiles. It's the same smile full of pride in his son that he had given him after the Shredder's attack. It's a rare honor to be bestowed with.

But somewhere deep down, Leonardo feels the twinge of rebellion that Raph is so wont to respond to, coiling around his insides in a grotesque embrace. He's never really understood that call, always coming to his father's defense and holding him back.

Today, however, he thinks he's beginning to understand. Too much of anything can wrongfully temper a blade, often falling just short of expectations.

Love me, Love my Dog is set to be a part of the TMNT story comp over on @tmntstorycomp (voting starts next week!) and oooh boy am I struggling to think of propaganda elkjagklfd :'D I figured what better way to start than with a little excerpt taking place before the story?

This might be a little early, but it gets the ball rolling. Hopefully that entails giving me ideas as the date approaches

[los-ninos-tortugas]

"Status report..."

"Donatello," Janeway's voice rings out from his communicator. "Mr. Hamato, do you hear me? Status report?" Donnie taps his combadge.

"Well, Captain, a library has spawned from nothing." Okay he really should have addressed this earlier, especially considering how everyone else seemed to be gravitating towards it, but in all fairness to him he's been a little distracted since he got here.

"A library?" Captain Janeway inquired. Donnie, entranced, stared up at the structure that had been written into existence. He started forward. "Donatello list-- I want you t--o wait for T--ok and Sam. Do not --- I repeat --- enter alone---"

The sound from his communicator cut off abruptly as he crossed the threshold. Donnie tapped the combadge several times only to be met with an aborted beep. He huffed out through his nose. Silence in the library, I guess. he thought to himself. Welp, onwards and upwards.

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"Scans confirm this as his last known location," Tuvok states. Sam puts her hands on her hips and sighs through her nose.

"I should've guessed. And scans and comms don't work inside the library?"

"It would appear not."

"Then I guess we're doing this the old fashioned way."

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well if it isn't some extremely late propaganda for the @tmntstorycomp (the beginning of finals season- among other things- and all that jazz lol)

is the poll ending in ohh *checks invisible watch* about nine-ish hours at the time I'm writing this? Yeah. But I didn't want to let it pass by without acknowledging the theme at all. I don't think Donnie and the Voyager fam will be winning this one (shout out to @haro0o 's AU, I think it's really cool & unique and I really like the art you've done for it) tbh I was just excited for my first comp no matter what happened. Live long and prosper <3

[mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles]

Hello fellow competitor!!

"Oh thank goodness, finally another version of me-" Donnie seemed relieved. "I do not know what is going on here, but at least we're in a library! Melvil Dewey, don't fail me now!"

"Aaaaand I apologize for my twin," Leo said, stepping in front of Donnie. He noticed that this version of Donnie, in front of him, was missing an arm- but Leo didn't say anything, just like how he hadn't said anything to the many other Leo's he'd seen missing an arm.

Donnie peeked out from behind Leo and gave a thumbs up.

@tmntstorycomp

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Red and blue what will you two do?

[I put so much time into this thing -those backgrounds almost ended me 32 times…don’t get used to those. But I really liked how it turned out!! :3]

[ALSO WE MADE IT TO THE FINALS OF THE TMNTSTORYCOMP!! Be sure to consider voting for the Captains next round and thank you all so much for your love and support! <33]

[mochi-myles]

You see some preteens and kids walking around, looking a bit lost but otherwise fine. Do you want to approach them?

@tmntstorycomp

Mikey's eyes widened in surprise yet quickly lit up as he saw the group. More turtles- and they were probably around their age!! He grabbed Raph's hand before pulling him towards the group. "Come on, let's go say hi!!"

Raph's gaze went to Mikey before landing over on the others. "Mike, wait- we don't even know where we are! And we gotta find the twins!" He countered, trying to keep his voice low. Still, he was already being drug along.

"And maybe they can help us!" Mikey stated, a grin spreading across his face as they finally got close enough. He reached out a hand to the group and waved it around. "Hi! Hey!! Do you guys know where we are?"

Raph resisted the urge to pull Mikey behind him, watching the others carefully, shifting from one foot to the other.

(For @tmntstorycomp 's comp)

[nights-flying-fox]

Vote for Twin-Sync and I write a fic of them and portal fam having finally a good day without anything bad happening!! Promise!!! @tmntstorycomp

Round Two!

Twin-Sync (More Than You Think) by @little-banjo-frog 

Cardinal Rules by @m0ths-wanderings / @dluebirb

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The last theme was Home Home Home Home Home!! Where is home?

I love these guys sm and if YOU LOVE THEM TOO….YOU SHOULD VOTE FOR CAPTAINX2 IN THE FINALS OF THE @tmntstorycomp RIGHTT

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TMNTStoryComp, Round 3: From the Treetops to the Rooftops

(for @tmntstorycomp For part one, go here. For part two, go here. And please, Go vote Sanctuary!)

“—and he seemed like a very polite and nice boy, if a bit lost,” Ms. Morrison said, her hands running over Lucy, scratching behind her cat’s ears. “Lucy warmed up to him after a bit. I get the feeling he’s going through a hard time right now.”

Raph nodded as he listened to Ms. Morrison, giving her verbal cues every so often so that she’d know he was listening to her. When he’d returned from a very interesting hunting trip with that rat guy who wasn’t Splinter, he’d found Donnie collecting various samples of things, and putting them in varied baggies and test tube—and seen no sign of Ms. Morrison. When she wasn’t where Don had left her, the two had begun a frantic search for her.

…which had been aided by talking animals and trees, of all things.

They’d found her sitting in a lawn chair, apparently having just finished sharing a small snack time with the young turtle in charge of this place. Apparently, his name was Masaccio and he was, in her words, “a very polite boy.”

Raph and Don had just been relieved that she was alright. She had been amused by them and asked them how they thought she made her way through day to day life. She could handle a small walk in the woods.

“Fascinating,” Don said, from where he was using a small microscope that he apparently had in his bag—Raph had learned long ago not to ask too many questions—to look at the samples he had taken.

“What’s fascinatin’ genius?” Raph asked.

“These things have no cell structure!” Don said, making notes in that book he had stolen and stashed in his bag.

“…meanin’?” Raph prompted him.

Don looked up. “Meaning that they aren’t really alive,” he said. “Not in the same way that you and I are, at least. They’re more like… like constructs. But there is something there. Its almost like a type of energy.”

“Your microscope can look at energy?” Ms. Morrison asked.

Don shook his head. “No, it can’t. But the way that the samples are behaving under the microscope shows me that there’s an energy to it. And if I concentrate, I can feel it, too. Raphie—can you?”

Raph frowned and reached out towards the samples Don had. Closing his eyes and remembering Master Splinter’s lessons, he concentrated. He wasn’t as good at this as the rest of his family, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t do it. To his surprise, he did feel something.

“Huh. Yeah, there is somethin’ about them,” he said, opening his eyes in surprise.

Don nodded. “I bet it has to do with the way that Masaccio creates these environments. What I wouldn’t give for a closer look at that pen—”

Suddenly, the world around them began to shake again. Guessing what was coming. Don swept all of his samples into his bag, closing it tightly, even as Raph moved close to Ms. Morrison and the older woman grasped her cat to her.

“It’s happenin’ again!” Raph called out.

All around them the trees, grass, all the flora and fauna seemed to sink into the ground and disappear. The mossy ground under their feet turned hard and unyielding as it became asphalt and concrete. Rumbling started, and the edge of buildings started to form, before thrusting them up high, as if the buildings were rising from the ground. They all held on, trying to stay stable as they rose higher and higher. Windows, fire escapes, and then, finally, sounds formed, too, transforming the whole area into what looked to be the rooftops of New York City.

“…are we home?” Ms. Morrison asked, still, surprisingly, seated, as her chair didn’t disappear this time.

Letting go of her, Don padded over to the edge of a rooftop and peered down. He could see the ground below them, but even though it seemed to be in reach, it also seemed to be impossibly far away. And it was too clean, too uniform.

“…I don’t think so,” Don said. “I think it’s another recreation.”

Ms. Morrison tilted her head. “I think you’re right, Donatello,” she said. “The sounds and smells aren’t quite right.”

Raph was frowning. “So, he took us right back to the city? Why?”

“Perhaps it’s familiar to him,” Ms. Morrison suggested. “Perhaps he craves that familiarity.”

“Regardless of why,” Don said. “The fact is, we’re here, now. And with all these rooftops around, we’re going to need to do some exploring.”

“At least we can get rid of these,” Raph said, already stripping out of the forest clothes. “But how are we gonna get around? Ms. M can’t exactly rooftop hop.”

“Oh my, I don’t think I could have ever done that,” she said, blinking in surprise.

Don frowned. “That does present a problem.”

“You boys go,” Ms. Morrison said firmly. “I’ll stay here. So far nothing has been dangerous in any of these places. I’ll be your home base, so to speak, and you two can try to figure out what’s going on. Who knows. Perhaps I’ll run into others who come here, for even Maasaccio again.”

The two boys exchanged a look. They didn’t like the idea, but she had a point.

“Alright,” Raph finally said, “but you’ve still got the shell cell. Call us if anything happens, alright? We ain’t just gonna abandon you.”

“I will,” Ms. Morrison said, getting herself comfortable in the chair. She really wished she had a radio for some music, but oh well. “Now get going. I’ll be fine.”

With one more exchanged look, the brothers did just that, and took off across the rooftops, silently taking stock of the area around them.