#tmntgust

[beansketches]

TMNTgust Prompts

Day 1: April and Raph getting up to shenanigans

Iteration: 2003 characters (I had a very specific dynamic in mind that I wanted to explore with these two)

Baggage

content warning: mention of child abandonment trauma

When Raph had received an angry phone call from April earlier that evening, he had thought for sure that she had made a mistake. Not that he would ever admit it to Casey, but Raph had always had a sneaking suspicion that April was not his biggest fan.

Sure, she was polite and cordial enough when he was around. And yeah, he had no doubt that she genuinely cared about his wellbeing, just as she did any of his brothers, but there was a reason he did his best to give her as much space as possible.

When April came down to the lair for a visit, she and Donnie would quickly disappear into his lab to continue whatever project it was they were currently working on. She and Leo often had lengthy discussions about the storylines of books she had lent him, sometimes even evolving into a good-natured argument over their favorite characters or their respective interpretations of one of the book's themes. Mikey, while annoying, clearly held a soft spot in her heart from the ways she would indulge him: patiently listening to his lengthy excited explanations about the comic he was drawing or helping him with the spice balance of a recipe he had yet to master.

It was no secret how much Splinter enjoyed her company, how he never lost an opportunity to chat with her over tea in the kitchen or his room. And likewise, her enjoyment of his company was returned in kind.

Raph, on the other hand, hardly got to speak to April unless she stuck around for dinner or was present to assist on a mission. He saw the annoyed looks she wore when he and Casey began to rough house a bit too much, if he raised his voice a bit too loud, too suddenly. He felt her eyes on him sometimes, judging him when he was in the dojo in the midst of violently demolishing his punching bag after an argument with Leo where Raph would inevitably be proven to be the unreasonable one yet again.

So, when he had answered his phone in the middle of his evening weight training and heard an audibly upset April asking if he was free at the moment, Raph admittedly felt confused. After he finally managed to answer, she told him where to meet and ended the call abruptly. No further details, explanation, nothing.

The confusion did not abate when he met her at her apartment and she told him she wanted help taking something to the landfill, when they arrived there and she asked if he could set it up on top of a small pile of garbage, nor when he stood back and watched as she proceeded to absolutely demolish the item in question.

Now standing somewhat awkwardly to the side, Raph continued to watch in rapt silence as the normally well put together redhead took out what must have been a lifetime's worth of anger on some poor unsuspecting old looking radio.

Raph admittedly did not know much about antiques but the radio seemed in good enough condition to sell, probably for a decent price too. The woodwork was precise, detailed, and polished, the speaker openings in the shape of cathedral style windows. When they were younger, Donnie had gotten overly invested in old timey receivers and had spoken at length, to the entire family's chagrin, about his favorite variations of 1930s-1940s era radios, and how hard it was to find one in good functional condition. What Raph could not understand is why April seemed intent to destroy what appeared to be a perfectly fine looking piece.

The old half rusted pipe she was using to carry out her violent execution actually snapped upon her fifth or sixth swing. There was a moment of tense silence before she threw what remained of her weapon and outright pushed what remained of the radio onto the ground. Her boot came down on it, again and again and again. Splinters of wood and glass flew across the dirt in all directions, skittering to a stop near his feet where he stood several yards away at the fence line.

Well past once the radio was reduced to nothing but shards of its former self, she continued to rub its remains into the ground with the sole of her shoe. Raph only approached when she finally stopped to catch her breath.

"You, um, ok?"

As if in response, she merely kicked a patch of dead grass onto the corpse of her now defeated defenseless opponent.

"That thing owe you money or something?" His attempt to lighten the mood was initially met with a wall of stoney silence. As seconds ticked by, painfully long, he began to regret his choice to speak in the first place.

"It was my father's," she finally responded, hands slightly shaking. When she offered no further explanation, he prodded further before he could think better of it.

"I thought you got along with your dad?"

"I do." She unconsciously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear that had come loose, eyes still fixated on what remained of the radio. "Just not my father."

It took him a moment before he understood.

"He left when I was twelve," she explained, every syllable sharpened. "My sister and I only heard from him a few times a year if we were lucky. Broke my mom for a while. Robyn had to pick up the slack, make sure Mom and I were okay while he was off living his best life."

Her hands shook slightly as she continued.

"It took my mom nearly a year before she started looking and acting like herself again. Another year later, she met my dad and things finally really settled back down." She rested her hands on her hips, fingers digging into the fabric of her sweater. "Then out of nowhere last month, I get a call from my father."

The laugh that escaped her was short, humorless, and bitter. "He's dying. And he wants to send me something special. Something for me to sell in the shop since he 'didn't have a lot to leave me and Robyn.' As if that's supposed to make up for everything."

When she lifted her sleeve to wipe at her face, Raph pretended not to notice. "Sounds like a real jerk," he replied before he could stop himself.

She failed to snap at him for this or even give him a frustrated look. Tense silence stretched into long painful minutes.

"Do you want me to get Casey or Don out here?"

She shook her head.

"Leo?"

Again, she shook her head.

"Is there anyone ?"

"I'm sorry for dumping this in your lap," she sighed, suddenly cut him off, arms folding over her chest. "I didn't mean to interrupt what you had going on tonight. I just..." She took a breath, finally turning her head to look at him. "I couldn't think of anyone else."

He nearly balked at that. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why me?"

She seemed to consider her words for a moment. "I needed support from someone who'd understand."

"Understand...?"

"Why I needed to do this." She gestured to the remains of the radio to which he responded with a nod, only half understanding. "You didn't try to stop me or ask me why."

"You seemed upset." He shrugged slightly as a small smile settled onto her face. "Sorry you only had me to call," he added, only half joking. "Would've been better if there was someone you liked a bit more."

Her smile vanished momentarily as she registered his words, confusion prominent in her eyes. "Why would you say that?"

"I don't know," he practically muttered, struggling to figure out a way to somehow backtrack. When he failed to find one, he decided the best way out was through. "You just...I always got the idea that you didn't really like me is all."

She was fully facing him now, her expression something akin to concern or pity. "Raph..."

"You don't need to feel bad about it," he insisted. "I know I'm not the easiest guy to get along with. It's kinda part of the deal when you decide to get involved with my family, me being upset over nothin' a lot of the time. And I guess I'm also part of the package when it comes to Casey "

"Raph," her tone was firm but not unkind. "You and Casey can be a bit much when you're together but that doesn't mean I hate you."

He blinked.

"And you're not some baggage I reluctantly put up with so I can spend time with Leo or Don or anyone else in your family. I like you. And I'm sorry for giving you any reason to think otherwise."

Raph's fingers played with his belt loops, trying to suppress the weird feeling he was experiencing but could not quite name. "Nah, it's my fault. I tend to take a lotta things personally when I probably shouldn't." He glanced over at the destroyed radio before leveling his gaze to meet hers. "But thanks anyway. And I'm sorry about your father and the whole mess you're probably in right now."

April's shoulders lifted in a halfhearted shrug. "I feel a bit better now, at least. Thanks for coming out here and doing this for me. I know you were busy."

A quick study of her expression showed nothing but sincerity. "It was nothin'."

Glancing around, she picked her way through a nearby pile of items and returned with what appeared to be a newer looking pipe and the broken off handle of a rake. She extended the latter to him. "I'm not ready to leave yet. Up for a game? First one to break 30 doesn't have to pay for ice cream on the way home?"

He grinned at the challenge, fingers closing around his impromptu bat. "You're on."

---------------

tags: @shellaxdude

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

TMNT - Far Out

Summary: Splinter wants his sons’ tenth birthday to be their most memorable yet, but their happiness may require him to venture out of his comfort zone.

Written for @shellaxdude's TMNTgust Day 13 Prompt: Beach episode! Let the kids have fun!

Ten years. Ten long, hard but oh so rewarding, irreplaceable years. It was more than any common rat deserved—longer than Splinter had ever expected to last but thanks to that mysterious ooze, he had. They had. Survival was a gift and living was a privilege, especially when he got to share this decade with his boys.

They were even more excited about their mutation day than usual. When Donatello reminded the others that this would be a milestone, their first year of double digits, Michelangelo had insisted that meant the celebration had to be twice as big as last year. Splinter agreed it had to be a particularly special one…but what could he do to celebrate them that he hadn’t already?

Good gifts were hard to come by in the sewers. Over the past couple of years, as their eyes and minds sharpened, the turtles had become more and more aware of their father’s struggle to track down something, anything comparable to whatever they put on their wish lists. The lists had been noticeably smaller for their ninth birthday, their expectations drastically toned down—though they had done their best to seem just as excited and grateful for what he did bring. Splinter had hated their unspoken understanding just as much as he’d appreciated it. They shouldn’t have to whittle away at themselves and their hopes and dreams just because he—just because the sewer didn’t have enough to offer.

For their tenth birthday he wanted to go big. Something he had never given them before, something they would always remember. An experience.

But to reiterate…the sewer simply wasn’t big enough.

The big idea came to him when he heard Michelangelo oohing and aahing over one of his TV shows—a common occurrence but he sounded particularly enraptured this time. When Splinter poked his head in, he found his son had brought his battered skateboard to the living room and was trying to mimic the footwork of the human surfer onscreen.

With his natural speed and agility he was fairly adept at adapting the moves from a surfboard to a skateboard but even so, his murmured “So cool…” as he slowed down and the show cut to commercial had a wistful note to it. Rolling through their cramped, cluttered little lair, admiring the wind and waves at a distance when he had never seen them for himself, it just wasn’t the same. It never would be.

Unless…

A couple of years ago, Splinter wouldn’t have even considered it. One year ago he wouldn’t have even considered it. Even now as the thought flitted by, it put a pit in his stomach.

But it would be unlike anything they had ever experienced before—a big gift (a big risk) for a big milestone birthday. And did he have any better ideas?

It took almost two weeks of privately poring over maps and several incognito searches on Donatello’s search engine about the weather forecast for him to muster up the courage to scout it out just on his own. A bundle of nerves held together by a dark cloak, he stopped by each of the boys’ rooms to be sure they were still sleeping soundly and then crept out of the lair.

It was a long journey, in part because he took it gingerly, reluctantly, but the moment he shook off his hood and took a lungful of the crisp night air, he knew. They would love it here. One night with all of this to themselves was more freedom than they’d had in ten years.

The doubts and dreadful possibilities flowed in to meet him with every crash of the waves. What if the humans suddenly started night patrols or their criminals met here late for nefarious activities? The beach was vast and dark. What if he lost track of Donatello somewhere as he ran to explore? They never swam in the ocean before. What if the currents proved too strong and swept Michelangelo away? What if Leonardo tried to save him and was taken too? What if a night’s taste of freedom, meant as a gift, only stirred Raphael to resent their sewer home when they inevitably had to go back underground?

But what if they loved it?

What if it proved to be the best thing he’d ever done for them?

What if he didn’t? What if he shoved the idea away and their birthday was a wan, lackluster ordeal and he came to regret his reticence forever?

They would only turn ten years old once.

They deserved the world. If it was within his power to give them a taste of it, how could he ever forgive himself for failing to try?

No matter how nerve-wracking, no matter how difficult, he had to try.

Pulling four bleary ten-year-olds out of bed just past midnight on their mutation day wasn’t as difficult as it could have been; they were quick to perk up after he said he had a surprise for them. Wrangling them through the sewers with their masks pulled askew to serve as blindfolds was more challenging, especially when Michelangelo kept trying to peek. When they heard the manhole cover scrape aside, their shock and excitement were quick to chase away any semblance of stealth; it took longer than it should have for Splinter to shush their questions back down and encourage them to hold onto him and each other throughout the rest of the journey. He would guide them, if only they remained quick and quiet and didn’t let go for anything.

From back alleys to the empty boardwalk, they stayed close, trusting and hopeful. The closer they got, the more Splinter found his throat tightening, as well as his handhold. Ten years ago they could barely get a grip on just one of his fingers and now as they walked, Leonardo and Raphael’s hands were big enough to fill his whole palms. As his hold on them tightened, they each offered a loyal squeeze back, in sync without even realizing, and in turn tightened their other hands around their brothers’.

Donatello paused at the edge of the boardwalk, cocking his head. “Wait, is that—I think I hear the—”

“Shhh, no guesses. You will see in just a moment, my son,” Splinter assured as he too came to a stop, steering them to shuffle into a row.

Michelangelo bounced on the balls of his feet and wiggled his hands at his sides, valiantly resisting the urge to rip his blindfold off before the others could. Raphael swayed restlessly from one foot to the other, knocking Leonardo and Donatello’s shoulders on either side of him and earning an elbow in return.

“Here we are. You may adjust your masks now.”

By the end of the night, his only regret would be that he hadn’t thought to bring the camera. The moment they tugged the eyeholes of their masks back into their proper positions, blinked their eyes open and saw the world—the disbelief and wonder that lit up their faces was picture perfect. Perhaps the camera wouldn’t have even done it justice.

“Whoa!”

“I knew it!” Donatello gasped. “I knew I heard the ocean!”

“We’re at the beach!” Michelangelo crowed, echoing in the night, throwing his fists into the air and then bolting. He slipped and faceplanted on the uneven, unfamiliar terrain of the sand almost instantly and then scrambled back upright just as fast, cackling at his own expense as he brushed off his plastron. “Beach night, beach night, birthday beach night! Woooo!”

Raphael lunged after him, only to skid and backpedal. “Do I gotta wrangle him to stay in one spot, Master Splinter, or do we really got the whole place to ourselves?” he demanded eagerly, impatiently.

“As long as you are within my sight, you may go as far down the beach as you wish. This is a private beach and by all accounts the humans honor the curfew. We should not be disturbed.”

Splinter couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Raphael grin that broadly; it was dazzling, though he only had a few seconds to admire it before he too went off like a shot to tackle Michelangelo into the incoming tide with a resounding splash. Splinter’s heart lurched uncertainly at the sight but Donatello was quick to distract him, taking him off balance by throwing himself around his waist for a tight hug, his “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” muffled in the folds of his robe.

“You’re very welcome, my son. Now go on, enjoy yourself to the fullest while you can.”

His first steps into the sand were tentative ones; he took care to set his feet in the series of shoeprints other visitors had left behind, a few unsure, squeaky giggles slipping free as the grit got between his toes. “Ooh, it feels so weird! This must be why humans wear flip-flops! Leo, come here, come try it! We should do a crawl race down to the water like sea turtles!”

Leonardo didn’t answer right away, shifting wordlessly to retake Splinter’s hand. An unexpected hesitation. Did the vastness of it frighten him? Splinter wondered briefly what he might say to reassure him until Leonardo finally glanced back at him. No, not frightened. His eyes shone in the moonlight.

“You’re coming too, right, Sensei?” he implored. “You’re not just gonna watch from here, right? It’s a whole beach, you should get to enjoy it too!”

“Yeah, come on!” Donatello urged. “Come time our race!”

His own enjoyment hadn’t actually been a factor he considered much along the way but Leonardo’s bright, pleading eyes and Donatello waiting patiently a few feet away, making grabby motions for his other hand, were a comfort outside of the comfort zone. All of this was for them and they still took time to consider him.

Maybe the last of the nerves could be chased away, back into the unknowable pit of his stomach, if he allowed himself to have some real fun too.

“Of course. I am with you every step of the way,” he promised, squeezing Leonardo’s hand once more before shrugging out of his robe and folding it neatly to set on the edge of the boardwalk. “Or…perhaps I am already two steps ahead of you!”

With that he dove onto the sandscape on all fours, rewarded with startled squawks from the both of them as he scurried down the beach in leaps and bounds. Raphael and Michelangelo promptly dropped their seaweed tug-of-war to cheer him on, jeering at their brothers’ clumsy stumbling through the storm of sand Splinter kicked up in his wake.

When he came to a stop, the roar of the ocean was much louder than the thrum of the blood pumping in his ears but it couldn’t drown out Michelangelo and Raphael as they pitter-pattered toward him.

“Master Splinter, look at this shell I found! It’s super shiny!”

“I found a sand dollar, that’s way cooler! Can I keep it?”

“They are both beautiful, my sons. If you take the responsibility to keep track of them, you may—oof!”

Leonardo and Donatello weren’t as quick to forgive his unfair head start as he’d hoped, lunging together to tangle up around his legs and bowl him over into the shallow froth and foam. The salt burned his eyes and nose on contact but not as badly as he’d expected. Nevertheless he played up his coughing and struggling for their entertainment.

“I’ll save you, Master Splinter!” Michelangelo cried gallantly, scraping up a fistful of wet sand to chuck at Donatello’s shell.

“Hey!” Even as he wrestled one of Splinter’s arms, Donatello kicked water at his brother in return. “He started it, he didn’t race fair!”

“Two against one ain’t fair either!” Raphael pointed out, wadding up a ball of seaweed which Leonardo dodged just in time.

He wasn’t quick enough to avoid Michelangelo’s next sling of mud, however, spluttering as it spattered his face and neck and his brothers snickered. Unable to suppress a chuckle of his own, Splinter rolled sideways and knocked him into the tide in one motion, deftly scrubbing his scales clean in the saltwater before he popped back to the surface—and was promptly treated with another mud ball to the beak.

There was a dangerous glint in Leonardo’s eye as he scooped a heaping helpful of his own wet sand but where Splinter had expected him to seek revenge on Michelangelo, he was in for a shock as it was flung at his snout. His gasp of indignation made Raphael “Ooooh…” and Donatello promptly scramble in a crab walk to a healthier distance. Leonardo cringed sheepishly, already regretting it, while Michelangelo was prepping another scoopful.

What was it a wise man once said? Turnabout is fair play. Snagging a nearby trail of seaweed with his tail, he lassoed it at Donatello with a splat and wrestled Leonardo back under, tickling the crook of his muddy neck to be rewarded with a spew of bubbles and a flurry of splashing and kicking as he laughed. Raphael switched sides in an instant, leaping onto Splinter’s back in a futile attempt to pry him away and free Leo from his clutches.

How much heavier and sturdier his boys got as they grew! That last lingering trace of baby fat in Leonardo’s chin was nowhere to be found now under his playfully probing fingers. Raphael’s arms were firm with muscle as he hugged his neck. Donatello stood taller as he pushed himself upright in the tide and when he gave chase for the initial muddy defacement of his shell, Michelangelo fled at a speed fit to beat his record from only a week ago.

Ten years old already. Where had the time gone?

Where would it take them in the years to come?

It wasn’t just the salt now that stung Splinter’s eyes as he surrendered to Raphael’s strength and Leonardo surfaced again, breathless and beaming, already trying to wring out his sodden mask tails with little success. It would likely take days to wash every trace of this out of their masks, to say nothing of Splinter’s poor fur.

But that was a problem for the future. Tonight—

Running the length of the beach with Raphael, then walking back the other way with Leonardo, building a “sand lair” with Michelangelo, listening to Donatello ramble enthusiastically about sea turtles…Guiding them home just before dawn with their fingers cold and wrinkly from the water, their steps scuffling and sluggish and trailing sand, dutifully picking up and pocketing every shell Michelangelo dropped along the way…Toweling them down, tucking them in, nuzzling each for their sleepily, earnestly mumbled thanks…Laying the shells out in neat rows on the table to be admired in the morning before retiring to the treatment of a hot bath, and then bed…

Tonight was good.

[shellaxdude]

TMNTgust was fun last year, but i'm checking to see if there is still interest in it again this year

what is TMNTgust? TMNTgust is a writing focused monthlong event that takes place in August. to give writers ample time to create for it, the prompt list goes up months in advance. any length of fic is accepted, as are other forms of created works. a form will go up after this poll concludes to ask for writing prompts. there will be one for each day of the month and a few bonus prompts for people to swap out for or do in addition as they please.

TMNTgust 2026?

yes - writer

yes - artist

yes - non creator

unsure - writer

unsure - artist

unsure - non creator

no - writer

no - artist

no - non creator

not a tmnt fan/see results

Voting ended onMar 10

[shellaxdude]

TMNTgust Prompts! get your prompts here! (below the cut)

information: tmntgust is a tmnt based writing event similar to events like inktober and tmntember. posting for the event will begin on august 1st, 2025. to give participants more time to make something for each day the prompt list is going up in advance. this event is open to all tmnt iterations, including fan iterations. there are 41 prompts. one for each day of the month of august and 10 bonus prompts. feel free to alter any prompt here as you please or sub in one of the bonus prompts for any you dont like/dont feel inspired for (my feelings wont be hurt). there are no rules for this event, so feel free to do as many prompts as you like, or feel free to skip around to your heart's content. when you post a work to tumblr, feel free to tag this blog and ill reblog it (provided it is not nsfw bc im not comfortable with that, especially for tmnt stuff). closer to the beginning of the event ill have a collection on ao3 up that you can add your works to if youd like.

i think thats all the important information! if yall have any questions, comments, concerns (or just want to say hi) just shoot me an ask! without any further ado, i present to you all, the tmntgust prompt list! happy writing!

April and Raph getting up to shenanigans - @error-core-animations

Donnie finds an old robot vacuum cleaner, adds some upgrades . . . and then loses it

Someone follows Mikey home

Donnie’s hands are injured: his brothers have to help out while he heals

Raph comes home in bad shape

A sewer tunnel caves in, and Leo is trapped

There is a leak somewhere in the sewers above the Lair and the water is getting in. No one from the city has come to fix it on their own, so Donnie has to do it.

Turtles go undercover on a passenger train to find a person of interest (killer, thief, mutant,time traveller, etc. could be a long ride or a short one)

An item that used to belong to Hamato Yoshi appears and the turtles must mount a mission to retrieve it for Splinter (whether he was Hamato Yoshi or not)

Future AU where one of the last surviving core turtles finds a photograph of their family that they haven’t seen in years

200 years in the future, a group of scientists discover the location of the turtles’ lair, looking for information that might help them in their current plight (The Batman (2004) cartoon season 4 episode 7 is the inspiration for this)

After an altercation with their enemies goes wrong, the turtles find themselves stranded at sea in a small sailboat. What could possibly go wrong?

Beach episode! Let the kids have fun!

The turtles parkour through the city, having the time of their lives. Until one turtle almost becomes street pizza and they have to calm them and each other down

Mikey trying to get more human friends - @error-core-animations

Leo and Donnie go on a trip to upstate New York to witness a celestial phenomenon (northern lights, comet, moon shenanigans, stargazing, etc) (maybe the others come along for the ride, but they better bring snacks)

Casey meets the turtles in a Monster Hunter AU. He’s been hunting them as monsters and now he’s finally found them *cue dramatic music*

Splinter and Shredder talking/arguing - @error-core-animations

Time travel! Donatello has just invented a time machine! Unluckily for the others, it works! However, the timing could not be worse as New York is attacked by something and they desperately need Donatello back.

Mikey follows a stray cat through NYC. He has the weird feeling it’s trying to show him something . . .

Give one of the turtles fantasy magic. They’re having a blast with it, but is this a gift or a curse?

One of the turtles opens up about being afraid every time they go out to fight off villains. The others reassure them that this is what bravery is

Raph is bored. Unfortunately (?) for Mikey, Raph has a solution to that

One of the turtles gets a cursed (or blessed) item thrust upon them from the owner of an antique store

One of the turtles takes respite beneath a structure in the middle of some poor weather (rain or snow). While there, they spot a creature that should not exist (be it extinct, mythical, or other). Curiosity gets the better of them and they decide to follow it.

There’s a large mutant creature running around in NYC, wreaking havoc. The turtles have decided to step up to the plate and handle it, but they discover that not everything is as it seems

During an altercation, a turtle gets knocked into a pile of garbage. They see a bright flash of light, and emerge to find that the other turtles and their adversary are all gone. Where did everyone go? And how do they get them back? Can they get them back?

Someone gets hit with a truth spell or serum and cannot stop being brutally honest. This causes problems when they need to save face, keep out of trouble with splinter, or keep important info from an enemy.

Something is in the Lair and the turtles need to find it before it finds them.

Donnie receives a strange signal and he’s not sure what it is.

Local mob boss receives an ominous letter at the claws of an unusual messenger bird. Somehow this becomes the turtles’ problem and they’re not happy about it.

Bonus!

One of the turtles gets lost in the sewer and the remaining people have to go get them out

Someone has a really bad day (ex: injury, lost item/pet, attacked, lost, etc). The rest of the family try to make it better.

One of the turtles gets a tattoo or piercing?

POV you’re the turtle’s vehicle.

Someone turns invisible for a full day.

Farmhouse trip!

Raph has a secret collection that he’s afraid of his brothers discovering. Unfortunately, Mikey does not like leaving his brothers’ secrets as secrets.

The first time the turtles feel the sun on their skin (or go topside at all, if you’re not writing for 2012)

Mikey gets stuck in a tree. Is he a cat? Find out at 11.

Shredder’s POV. What’s he planning?

i tried to keep some of them vague enough that you can insert whatever character you want into there, but feel free to substitute characters as you want!

(i linked to the accounts of people who made submissions and wanted to be credited not everyone wanted credit)

[shellaxdude]

ive been thinking lately about how most month long fandom events are heavily art focused and offer prompts and time slots that are harder for writers to participate in. ive been thinking it would be fun to do one thats writer focused with plenty of time for writers to make fics for it. these could be one story thats interconnected with the prompts, a bunch of oneshots, multichap fics that connect with a couple points, you name it. as a sort of interest check,

would you be interested in this event? please tell me your thoughts in the notes, positive or negative.

yes, id love that! (writer)

yes, id love that! (artist)

yes, id love that! (non creator, here to see the masterpieces)

im not so sure (writer)

im not so sure (artist)

im not so sure (non creator)

no <3 (writer)

no <3 (artist)

no <3 (non creator)

im not a tmnt fan. idk why im here (see results)

Voting ended onOct 25, 2024

im thinking about doing it august 2025 if enough people are interested (tmnt august? tmntgust? idk what id call it yet). this wouldn't be specific to a single iteration either. and ofc people are still welcome to draw art, team up with a fic writer, or smth. let your heart run wild.

if there is an interest in this event ill make a form for people to submit their prompt ideas. if we go through with this id like to have the prompt list finished by new years (im a very slow writer. personally, i would need that time to write stuff and fight writer's block)

[shellaxdude]

HELLO TURTLE PEOPLE!!!

i have returned from the war bearing a form for you to submit prompts in. (form description below the link btw)

TMNTgust Prompt Submission

Made with Tally, the simplest way to create forms.

this form will be open until december 15th at 11:59 pm central time. that gives you about a month and a half to submit your prompt ideas. there are 5 slots on the form for prompts (all short answer questions), but feel free to only do one, or to fill out the form multiple times!

you can also leave me a note or choose to take credit for the prompts that you submitted (you can specify if you only want credit for certain prompts too).

reminder that this event is open to all tmnt iterations (including fan iterations and aus) and will span the month of august in 2025

thanks for stopping by! i'll see you all in january when the prompt list goes up!

[shellaxdude]

TMNTgust 2026 prompt submission

tmntgust takes a round 2! submit your prompt ideas here! there will be 5 slots for short answer prompts and an option to take credit for them. you can resubmit the form as many times as you like

TMNTgust 2026 Prompt Submission

Made with Tally, the simplest way to create forms.

[shellaxdude]

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

heres the collection on ao3! sorry its late going up!