#tmnt fic

[fr0ggiichair]

getting ideas for arc 2 of my fic (i’ve not even written chapter 2 yet) (but i’m thinking about the nexus as a way to bring in even more characters from past iterations) (bebop as a nexus fighter?)

thinking about all the little nexus cliques there’s no way the crew i’m focusing on would be the only ones

[slady-ao3]

A birthday gift for a non-Tumblr fan who thinks MM would totally enjoy meeting superhero versions of themselves including the Nightwatcher!

With art by the illustrious @mishajeans 💚

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[imagionationstation]

Hi Neko ^^

Minnie here! Gotta ask, what has been your most favourite way to put Donnie through hell in your ideas?

(I was gonna say in your fics but I know that brain of yours has so much more cooking up inside it)

Hurting Donnie while someone else watches.

I've done it a million different ways in my head. Someone standing with a hand to his throat, a blade in his skin, kicking him when he's down- doesn't matter how. But the worst kind of vulnerability is being hurt and having someone else be aware of it. Having them right there and not doing anything to help you (maybe because they can't). That moment where you're torn between "I should save myself" and "why aren't they saving me?" I think I like it for Donnie the most because he's the guy who should know everything, and those moments are ones where he's stuck in the unknown. Where he can't fix the scenario or prevent the bad thing from happening. The pain and panic are blinding him, and he can't process fast enough to escape. The guy who is supposed to have all the answers has nothing to help him, and one of the people who constantly puts their faith in him is watching that failure.

It gets me every time. And I experiment with every scene possible to see how else I can accomplish it anew.

Usually, when I'm trying to formulate a fic, that's where I start.

Donnie finds himself in danger, and someone else is present to notice.

[cheekymintchocolate]

I had a thought about an AU where you're a butler for the TMNT, heavily Alfred coded. Thoughts?

[veryniceratman]

I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC

Basically it was tmnt 2012 Mikey fic where all his brothers died and then Splinter later committed seppuku due to grief. Then Mikey meets April and Casey later on but they end up all dying in the Kraang invasion because the Triceratons come sooner and the planet gets destroyed. I’ve been looking but I haven’t been able to find it😭

I FOUND IT: Singular Child by Spectrum Writing

[reesespiecesofart]

the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

chapter 19 - “frater meus” of how to build rome in a day is out!

enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68593141/chapters/230666826

[halogalopaghost]

and if you could see me now, | Splinter Week 2026

read on AO3

Splinter's footsteps, softened by the fur on his paws, echoed gently in the Pavilion of Past Champions. He admired each of the statues as he passed by; creatures he had never seen before, mortal men who were surely a hundred years dead, each winners of this honorable arena that deserved as much respect as another.

The Nexus's strange moonlight streamed in from the smoke vent far above, and braziers stationed in between each of the Champion's statues gave off light and warmth in equal measure. Artifacts and weaponry strewn about the room cast shadows at odd angles, and the flickering braziers set each shadow moving like a spirit. He examined each one with a rat's sharp eye and scented the air cautiously. This place had never been entirely without danger (it was here that he sustained the cursed injury to his leg, after all), but the shadows never felt more dangerous than after the attack on his son. Leonardo healed quickly, with youth and a healthy body on his side, but it was still far too close a call for comfort. His heart ached at the thought of how close he'd been to losing one of his sons.

At the feet of Yoshi's statue, Splinter put down his bundle and bowed deeply. "Master." His voice came out thin, forced past the lump in his throat that might never go away.

There were precious few images of Hamato Yoshi left in existence; Splinter was in possession of only one photograph, small and worn at the edges. This statue, larger than life and still smaller than he had once been to Splinter, was such a startlingly accurate rendering of his beloved master that he could barely stand to look at it. If only Tang Shen was here with her beloved, if only they could stand together in strength and love for eternity.

Splinter carefully knelt with the assistance of his stick and sat in seiza. On the statue's pedestal, he placed a small candle and an orange pilfered from the party honoring Michelangelo. The party was ongoing a few pavilions away, hundreds of people from at least as many dimensions and worlds, all gathering to celebrate his son as they had once celebrated Splinter himself, and Yoshi before them.

To the side of Yoshi, Splinter's own statue stood. He had never returned to see it completed after his last Battle Nexus, he was too preoccupied with the little turtles at his heels and the way they threw themselves into training with renewed vigor at the sight of their sensei wounded. Latent protective instincts had roared to life within each one of them when he came home with a bandaged leg and his walking stick. It seemed all the worse for his refusal to tell them how he'd sustained the injury—everything about his mysterious three-day journey away from home troubled them deeply, and they channeled it into their training.

Seeing it there now, and earlier in the day with his sons, twisted a strange feeling in his chest. Like the air had been punched right from his lungs. Shen may not be there to stand beside her love, but Splinter was there to stand beside his Sensei. Though they were separated in life, in death they would continue to stand strong in the Pavilion. He just had to hope that would be enough.

Michelangelo’s statue would be next in this line of champions. Splinter wondered what pose the boy would choose. Perhaps something cheesy, like that bird pose from that karate movie he loved, or something like the superheroes in his comics. A third-generation Battle Nexus Champion. His brothers were already tired of having it rubbed in their faces, but they knew how much it meant all the same. Whatever the statue ended up looking like, he had done his family proud.

He snickered to himself, thinking of Yoshi and Michelangelo meeting. He liked to think Yoshi would love all his sons, but Michelangelo would have entertained him to no end. The joy and love for life in the turtle is infectious to all, but his master would have found it especially endearing.

Splinter thought of it more often than he’d ever admit. It was lonely, being the single father of four mutants. He often imagined what his sensei might say or do, or how he would get along with the boys. When he was younger, newer to his this mutated body that rode the line between animal and man, he worried that his master would have been disgusted or ashamed of what he had become. Had Yoshi lived, would he have rejected Splinter? Or worse—his sons?

The thought bothered him less these days, as he became more comfortable in his body and his identity. The average human would be disgusted or scared of Splinter—a rat the size of a man—but his master would never have been one of them. Yoshi laid down his life defending the utrom, a species far more foreign to him that he had no reason to love besides the kindness of his own heart. By now, he knew better than to think a simple change in his body would be enough to estrange Yoshi.

Yoshi would have been surprised perhaps, the same way the Daimyo was when he realized the pet of a past Champion was following in his footsteps, but he would have loved Splinter all the same. Indeed, if he had possessed even a fraction of the bright, burning flame of pride that Splinter held for his sons, it would be enough.

Splinter picked up the orange and used a claw to pick a hole in the skin. He gazed a little longer at the image of his Yoshi, trying to commit each plane of his face to memory.

The distant murmur of the party abruptly became a roar, loud with laughter and joy, and Splinter’s ears flattened against his head. He hoped his sons were not causing too much trouble.

Splinter drew in a shaky breath and stood, then bowed deeply. “I believe it’s time I checked on my sons. I hope you are resting well, Master, and we have brought honor to your name today.”

If there were tears in his eyes as Splinter left the Pavilion, well, that was between himself and Yoshi.

[luckysliceofbread]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85696691/chapters/226456596

I gave into the writing demons and wrote a tmnt isekai fic. it's 2003. Don't worry about it

Some guy (you?) being isekai-ed into the 2003 universe as Klunk. Very cool, very awesome.