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Traumas Tmntober day 6: an injustice

That poor window! It never stood a chance

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TMNTOBER 2024 | 25. Misplaced trust

WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TRUSTED KARAI!

TW: Blood.

This is a continuation of last year's TMNTober prompt “Begrudging Alliance” (1st pic). Plus, some sketches that I posted here in November (2nd and 3rd pic).

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TMNTober Day 12: Campfire

sharing spooky stories with friends. I bet Mona's got some good stories

[traumas-mermay-2026]

Welcome, everybody, to

🐢 🍁 TMNTober 2024! 🍁 🐢

An Inktober-inspired month-long event where every day will be assigned a prompt that you can write or draw something for!

Moderated by @teenagemutantninjatrauma, aka Trauma/Charlie <33

🐢 Rules & guidelines: 🐢

All prompts have to be TMNT related, obviously, but they can be of any iteration, including fan made ones.

Post your art and writing on whatever platform you want! If you want it archived here though, post or link it on tumblr and tag this blog! On AO3, you may submit your art to this collection!

Tag your art with #traumas tmntober 2024, #traumastmntober2024 or #traumastmntober. I will make a point of going through these tags and reblogging as much art as I possibly can to here! On AO3, tag as “#Trauma’s TMNTober 2024”!

Your art doesn’t have to be done on time and you don’t have to do all prompts. First and foremost, have fun!

Since this month ends with Halloween, I expect some art may involve horror themes, and if so, I expect it to be tagged appropriately. This is an appeal especially to writers, as I’m not sure I’ll be able to read every single piece, to tag your works with proper warnings, please.

Every day, there will be a post announcing the current prompt! As I live in central Europe, these prompts may show up really early for some people.

🐢 PROMPTS: 🐢

1. An Old Favorite

2. Isolation

3. Starvation

4. Desperation

5. A Horrible Accident

6. An Injustice

7. Revenge

8. Sunset

9. Stars

10. Ocean

11. Forest

12. Campfire

13. Rain

14. Snow

15. Phobia

16. In an alternate universe...

17. Mutation

18. Full Moon

19. Identity Crisis

20. Rejection

21. Outage

22. Impatience

23. Bad Decision

24. Redemption

25. Misplaced Trust

26. Nothing Lasts Forever

27. The Feeling of Doom

28. The Taste of Blood

29. The End of the World

30. Pictures on the Walls

31. The Best Costume

Happy creating, everybody!!

Note: I am sure other tmntober challenges will pop up again, same as last year, and if they do, they will be listed down here :)

🎃 tmnttober 2024 by @emopp119

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Tmntober 2024

prompt: au

this is some old content for an au I was working on! It was a Shazam Tmnt au called

Fully Adult Mutant Ninja Turtles but Not Really

They had all reached the cave in different ways, Michael’s wristwatch had malfunctioned while going down the slide at the playground. Donald’s scavenged and repaired computer had glitched out, causing him to panic and try to turn it off. Randy was in a fist fight in an alley when the billboard above his head had flashed with strange letters, momentarily distracting him from his opponents who disappeared when he looked back. Leon was watching his favorite cartoon, Space Heroes, on a TV display on the street when the show was interrupted by a strange broadcast of flashing characters.

But all of them had found themselves in the same strange location afterwards. A dank space with dripping water, walls carved with runes and seven malevolent, bone chilling stone statues. At the head of the room was an elevated platform that led to what was obviously a throne room. Four thrones sat in a half-circle and behind them was a mural of a yellow lightning bolt. Sitting on the platform but not on any of the thrones was a shadowy figure, hunched down low and clutching a tall and roughly carved wooden staff. 

As each boy entered the chamber, on each separate occasion, the figure would look up at them, a dark hood unseen before sliding down to reveal his face- two twitching rodent’s ears and a pointed snout. His whiskers twitched as his sharp eyes watched the hesitant approach of each boy. He was patient. He had all the time in the world, but at the same time none at all. But he had found them and they were finally here, so he would wait for however long it took for his life’s work to finally come to an end. He didn’t want to scare them away. Not after so long. 

Each boy had walked forward carefully, seeing no way out of the strange space, all of their eyes eventually catching on the hooded figure. As he had lifted his head, many of them had flinched. But one does not live so long on the streets as they had without seeing their fair share of rats, so they continued. There was no way out but forward, the chamber seemed to tell them, and so they obliged. 

Michael arrived first. Once the man (if he could even still be called that,) knew who he was looking for, it had occurred to him that it might be better to bring the youngest first. He would look the least frightening then. The young boy, no older than eight years old, tentatively made his way along the cave’s hall, goosebumps rising on his bare arms, unprotected by the t-shirt he was wearing. He had caught sight of the man. 

“Hello?” He had asked, his nervous voice echoing around the space. 

“Michael.” The man responded by way of a greeting. The boy gasped at him, but the man continued speaking before questions could be asked. 

“You may call me Splinter. I am the last of the Council of Wizards. Sworn to protect the realms from the Seven Deadly Sins. Me and my brother used to be Champions together, but the years have passed and things have changed. I am searching for the next people to take the mantle of Champion. I am searching for four Champion brothers.”

“But-” Michael stammered, hardly following any of what this strange being was telling him. “I’m not a champion! I don’t even have any brothers! I’m an only child!”

The rat-man had looked at him and chuckled. “Oh, Michael. You do not have to be related to be brothers.”

He lifted his staff and slammed it on the ground between them, using it to help him stand fully up, towering over the young boy. “Lay your hands on my staff and say the name so many others have used so that my powers may flow through you. I open my heart to you, Michael and in so doing, choose you as one of the champions.”

“Mr, I don’t think that’s me…” Michael tries, hesitantly, backing away slightly from the intimidating sight. 

“It has been prophesied. I must pass my magic on before it is too late. You are one of my champions. Now lay your hands on the staff.” Splinter insists.”

“Ok, but even I know magic isn’t real, Mr.” Michael lifts his hands and grasps the offered staff. 

Splinter only chuckles. “Now say the name that has empowered so many before you.”

“What name?” 

“Shazam.”

Michael, and then Donald, Randy and Leon after him, gaze into the rat-man, into the wizard’s eyes, clutching his staff carefully. And finally, with a final burst of tension repeat the all-important word:

“Shazam!” 

Splinter sighs in relief when Michael says the word, even as he feels some of his strength drawn from him. He sags lower to the ground, his weak arm trembling, his wrist looking very thin as he clutches the staff. A burst of lightning engulfs Michael and then he’s gone to await his brothers in his new form. Splinter fights to regain his composure and return his hood to his head as Donald enters the hall next. 

When Donald says the word the lightning engulfs him too, and Splinter falls to the ground, his breaths coming in ragged inhales. He finds he does not have the strength to regain his footing as Randy enters the chamber and has to meet his acquaintance seated on the floor. He takes as much convincing as the rest, and this weakens Splinter still further. By the time the boy speaks the word, and is, like the rest, struck by lightning, Splinter can hardly breathe at all. He’s so thin he resembles a skeleton. He knew what this ordeal would do to him, but a part of him, the human part, still wished he could stop, could selfishly stay and preserve what’s left, but the cogs of fate had been set in motion and Leon steps in for his appointment with the living corpse regardless of its own selfish and desperate wishes. 

He cannot lift the staff from its resting place on the ground for Leon to grab, has to convince him to hold it on his own, his skeletal hand clutching it with all his remaining strength. He has to whisper the word for Leon to repeat. And when he does, it’s almost a relief to let go. The staff clatters to the floor as the very flesh on his body dissolves. His bones turn to dust as the very last drops of life and energy and magic he can give go to his last hope. To who could have been his pupils, who could have been his sons. If only he had been stronger. If only they had been born a hundred years sooner. If only Saki hadn’t- 

The dust dissolves into the wind and all that’s left is the staff, rolling to a stop as Leon is whisked away in the crack of the thunder. Hamato Yoshi’s only surviving descendants, gone in an instant, on their mission they did not yet understand. They had each met him for less than five minutes. 

For the first time in countless years, the Rock of Eternity is finally empty. 

The water drips on, unaware that the man that had put so much effort and care into protecting the magic and all the people it impacted had finally drawn his last breath. 

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Tmntober Day 4 Desperation

Last act of life is reaching out for ur slain brother who u have avoided for years and now ur both outta luck and time :’)

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@traumas-tmntober-2024 day 16: In an Alternate Universe… OF MAGICAL GIRLS

quick lil doodle of the MM bois Bc i don’t draw them ever 😔

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@traumas-tmntober-2024 day 19: identity crisis

“Who is that girl I see Staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?“

I love me some brainwashed arcs that leave lasting impressions