#hamato splinter

[hasello]

The Red Wire | part 2

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[vanilkaray]

The gang all here

April O’neil is a teenage girl, a more rebellious age than ever, an age that loves new experiences, which is why April chose to intern in journalism. A job that helps her explore, hide in dangerous things to bring evil to light

2) Casey has a rather pitiful family background when after his mother died, his father became addicted to alcohol and gambling. Since April and Casey's families were already acquainted, Casey often went to April's house.

So it creates a loop where every time Casey's dad has a hangover, one day his dad locks the door or Casey goes to April's house, which makes Casey feel like he's imprisoned.

Accidentally helping a person who was being robbed gave Casey a new feeling, a feeling that made him truly feel useful. From there, the name "Nightwatcher" was born.

—> April and Casey will be the turtles' closest friends and allies in the following events. I just gave them a level of close friendship because I think both the turtles and April Casey have things they don't know and vice versa, they can learn from each other and help each other. After all they are teenagers and the teenagers somehow understood each other

Splinter is really hard to say when he is sometimes a good father and teacher but at the same time a bad person. Maybe because he always blames and resents himself for the sins that caused the Hamato family to be destroyed... and his wife... and his child he could have all lost their lives.

[cabbt]

Shh, it's okay, you can relax and take a break. Splinter will protect you.

[cobaltcable]

My favorite example of 2003 splinter 100% making up stuff as he goes

[our-happygirl500-fan]

Something that I kind of like is how it is a consistent trait of Splinter's, no matter which iteration, to look at a bunch of mutated baby Turtles just after being mutated himself & in every iteration just responding to the situation by going 'well I guess I'm a dad now'

[alligatorcarapace]

It starts out as just a one time thing.

Mrs. Morrison wanted to bake an old pie recipe, so Raphael helped her make it. It had been years since she made it, but it gave her comfort due it's history. Apparently it was one she only made with other people. Never alone. Listening to her explain the stories she has with the recipe. And okay, maybe it was a little fun. But it was just a one time thing becuase she hadn't eaten and was craving something that tasted like home.

It wasn't that he couldn't cook, but they took turns. It was chore that rotated alongside dishes, laundry, and sweeping.

So it wasn't a hobby of his.

Then Leo went away and Raph had more time on his hands and went out earlier. Just needed to clear his head. He ended up helping her clean up from what ever dinner she had before Raph visited her. He still can't figure out how this turned into making a sweet tart for later. And then she had him make some sweet rolls the next visit. Followed by some maritozzo after that.

So maybe he enjoyed it and had a little laugh as they did things, sue him. He got tasty treats afterwards! And she smiled a lot while they did that! Why wouldn't he enjoy it?!

Then the lair... There was no more lair left.

There was only rubble.

It was a risk even going to her that night. But he had to explain why he wouldn't be there for a bit. He wouldn't just, well, abandon her. She doesn't get too many visitor's, that's not fair to her. She'd be so worried! So he had to say an actual goodbye. Raph would miss her but it was for her safety. He went to her place and braced himself for what he was about to say. Only for him to fumble and she digged a little into why he would be "Busy". He couldn't say ninja's were after him, but he could say he was out of home and needed to spend more time away. He was... "looking for a new home". When she asked if he had a place to stay he lied through his teeth. Guilt racked through him, but she's safer like this.

She let him go with the demands to see her twice as often, and early enough for dinner. And he couldn't just let her cook for him, so he did that too. He should've stayed away. But he couldn't. Raphael had to leave his brothers, he didn't even know where they were!

So if he wasn't moving around Coney Island, he went to the old lady.

Mrs. Morrison loved stews, soups, and pastries. So he cooked and baked for her. Fresh food that wasn't taken from vendors with what little he could money he could find on the streets. Most of the time it was filling, hot, and made him feel good afterwards. For a little bit, he found comfort.

As quickly as he was there though, he left. No one should be able to connect them together. Least of all the Foot Clan.

She was safe.

He was sneaky and dead to the world.

When Leo found them, all of them, and they found a home he relaxed more. Quiet conversations and reconciliation was made. He wasn't the brother that left to Japan, the one full of anger, but he also wasn't exactly the dork who learned how to cut up newspapers into stars as a flashy trick. His brother was new, quiet, but peaceful. Still, being Leo though, he had Grade A "genius" moments. Like eating greasy take-out pizza after many months of only fresh vegetables, meat, and rice.

Idiot spent the night throwing up.

Their beloved fearless leader everyone, truly an intellectual.

So yeah, maybe the next night Raph made some homemade hot chowder for him. A bit heavier than his brother needed, but it worked. And he was only lightly nauseous from this.

Sensei then gave him one of those looks after the meal. Ya know, that smug look when you fell into his trap while playing shogi with him. Next thing he knows he somehow on cooking duty, again, but now Master Splinter is hovering over him. Tell him to cut this and steam that. Making him cook something with the food April and Casey brought them.

It takes him far too long to realize it's Ichijū-sansai.

Annoyingly Leo keeps this down easier than the pizza or the chowder. Seemingly loving every bite of it. Mentioning how it was nice to not have to be the one always cooking. The Ancient One did believe in idle hands in the kitchen. Well, besides his one. But that's just tradition. And Leo was apparently tired of being the only cook.

Another change in him, willingly sharing burdens equally.

So maybe Raph asked Mrs. Morrison what pastry she'd recommend to make his brother, who came back from his "apprenticeship" from Japan to help them "get a new home". She course did not have any Japanese recipes on hand, but told him to wait a few weeks for Mr. Rossetti to come by, she thinks she can get his cheese gnocchi recipe from him.

It's the oddest pastry he's made, and it's certainly no maritozzo. Simple but apparently tasty since Mikey kept trying to steal the batch. Leo seems to appreciate the small bowl of warm goods. As he should.

Anyone who cooks when Mikey's in the kitchen deserves an award. Mike doesn't believe in keeping his hands to himself. He didn't laugh when said turtle got "extra training" later, but he did smile a little bit.

Over all it was a good night.

Sadly Raph forgot that his blue brother is obnoxiously competitive and comes back with a plate of Gyoza and an uncomfortably sincere thank you. No matter what Mikey said, He Did Not Tear Up. Donny hitting the orange masked ninja was very satisfying and completely unrelated to anything.

Either way he wasn't going to let Leo on up his gift.

He went strait to annoying Casey about this and somehow walks away with how to make sourdough for Leo. Raph gave Casey some freshly made Onigiri for that. They had gotten a lot of rice as their first major restock. Too much really. Surprisingly though, next time he saw Casey he learned that April eat most of it. So he ends up making a batch just for her. Casey complained about that all week.

But he doesn't just cook for anyone for no reason or anything.

Maybe, Don finds Mochi on his desk after a long day in the week following that. But he earned it. Feeling under the weather like that and yet still keep working, that means special food privileges. That's it. And Raph's definitely not saying those little donut's Mikey found were his apology gifts under threat, but they were annoying to make. He will admit to giving Master Splinter those Dango sticks though. Way harder to make than it should've been. What's hard and easy for him to cook seems so arbitrary. Sensei's expression was worth it.

He was now on a role and nothing's gonna stop him.

A few more dishes, a few of their close friends. Angel had too many opinions on chili for someone who can't cook, and Leatherhead eats barbecue in a way that terrifies him. He's still figuring out how to give Traximus an apple strudel though. Space was an annoying barrier.

Raph doesn't know at what point this stopped being a one time thing, but now this is a hobby he has. He cooks.

It's nice.

To make something, to feed people, to give and see them happy.

There's something fulfilling about it.

But No Mikey he's not going to make a lava cake to celebrate the new "Justice Force Comic Issue Featuring The Turtle Titan", Go bother Leo about that!!!

[jacobe5435]

[britt-kageryuu]

This is an interesting Opinion that many people have, and I had to put 2003 Splinter on there out of fairness. The Worst Splinter is definitely a big argument for some.

Share your opinions and reasonings if you'd like!!

[starsfic]

"OK, but quick question: Why is the teapot evil?"

"OK, but quick question: Why is the teapot evil?"

"Don't be silly, Orange," Splinter chuckled, turning the teapot so that he could see the grimace on the face. Privately, he too thought that it was a little creepy, but his youngest had inherited his older sibling's bluntness and the imagination of children. "It's not evil. It's...just focusing on heating the water up for us."

The teapot whistled, loud enough that it almost hurt.

"See?" Splinter said, picking it up. "He did a good job."

Michaelangelo frowned, staring at it.

"I hate it."

For the rest of his childhood, he refused any tea made by the teapot. Splinter simply added it to the list and got another teapot. It made a little bit of a dent in his wallet, but he enjoyed teatime with his sons when he could muster up the energy.

It wasn't until Draxum issued the demand for the last dark armor piece that he realized why Orange had been so scared.

[fandsart]

Combining my two favorite things by inserting conversations my family has had onto these turtles. It's like... really easy actually so this will probably be a series of sorts

Not super thrilled with how this turned out tbh, but I'm still familiarizing myself with their designs and my work always suffers when I have to use references and I also used my non-preferred art software. You can expect any of my future art to look better

[hasello]

Splinter! Splinter! I saw Leo and Usagi holding hands! *I said pointed to Leo and Usagi*

“snitches get stitches” Blue probably

[vanilkaray]

there the rat!

[cabbt]

Today I learned that I really like drawing Splinter with large ears.

Does he look less like a rat? Maybe.

Do I care? Nooooope!

[sweeneydino]

Sorry that you're overwhelmed 😔. But I want to add this before I go to bed. So speaking of hints, you know in every reincarnation story there are always clues, what if somehow when Spike mutates, suddenly he has the smell of an old man which of course only Splinter could tell and it puzzles everyone since Spike is physically around the boys age. That, and sometimes he suddenly speaks like an old person, especially to himself when he thinks no one is listening

(It's fine, I'm just not used to so many asks :p)

You got it spot on siyajwkwuw. I wanted Splinter to know somethings off first, but originally it was via mediation.

This is funnier.

Seems Ronins scent/aura is a bit too similar to a certain cheerful orange.

[cobaltcable]

I think about this a lot

[camilieroart]

Gaze at my TMNT!Colorcoded old gang. They're friends. Don't worry about their activities it's fine it's legal haha-

From left to right, it's Shinigami, Harry (the Pickpocket), Kirby (O'Neil), Anet (Knox) and Splinter (Hamato).