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Splinter week day 6: spirit

Welcome back everyone!

I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

Splinter Appreciation Week is a fan event to celebrate ALL versions of the TMNT franchise and the most beloved rat dad, Splinter. The 2026 event will take place from June 15th to 21st, the week leading up to Father’s Day.

Prompts for Splinter Week 2026 are LIVE! Plaintext below the cut.

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Day 2- Companion/ Loyalty.

i couldn't participate because i had much work to do but at least I wanted to draw one of the prompts with the little time I had!

Day 1: Hunger/Humor

I wanted to do something dark and edgy for today but I just couldn’t get the image of this goober grilling out of my head so. Blame the good weather for the lack of angst ^^

Day 7: Monster / Instinct

a little something for @tmnt-splinterweek :)

coughs I saw "monster" and just knew I had to fall back on good 'ol Good Genes nyeheh

Also here's a fic I wrote about Splinter's POV of Don's mutation: Wish I Didn't Let You Go

(I love tormenting this poor dad sorry not sorry)

Splinter wasn’t sure where Leonardo’s fascination with space had come from. Well, yes, he knew it originated with that silly Heroes show but why Leonardo had latched onto that so specifically, he couldn’t say.

It was a delight to see him aglow with such awe and passion, a sorrow in that Splinter couldn’t foster it very well here—not just down to earth but far underneath it. Donatello was satisfied with bits and pieces of scrap metal. Michelangelo was (ironically) over the moon to receive paper and paint. Raphael’s energy could be taken out on his mixed selection of action figures; it never mattered what franchise they were from.

But of course Leonardo strove higher, yearned farther in all areas of his life. Try as he might, he couldn’t settle. He would sit by for whatever show the family had picked but they could guess what he’d prefer to watch. He would go along with his brothers’ games of pretend but they could tell he would rather be playing astronauts. He wasn’t ungrateful for the toys his father found but what he wanted more than anything was a model of the Dauntless. He would never ask outright, self-aware enough to understand it was too exclusive for Splinter to scrounge up, but his desire was still plain enough to see.

He tugged abruptly, uncharacteristically against Splinter’s paw on their walk home from collecting algae for a late dinner. When Splinter glanced back, he found him staring intently through the sewer grate—no doubt trying to squint past the city’s light pollution toward the stars.

“Humans made it all the way to space,” he blurted as if they had been discussing it the whole trip, desperately wistful and stubbornly optimistic at once. “Maybe mutants could too!”

Splinter doubted it. He ached to watch him hope for something so obviously out of his reach…but a crushed hope would hurt infinitely more than a distant one. Let a sweet boy keep a sweet dream.

Day 6 splinter week

I unapologetically am skipping days

@tmnt-splinterweek