A Shattered Soul

Independent RP Sideblog for Master Splinter (2k12) Written by Squishy. Still under construction

[splintersofthesoul]

lethargic-hunter:

Aiden felt nothing but fear as Splinter approached him, unable to completely keep himself from having an anxious meltdown. Why was he so scared? Oh.. Because not only had Leo filled his head with terrifying thoughts, he was also.. nervous, for his own reasons.

What if Splinter didn’t like him? Especially after what had happened with Leonardo? He wouldn’t be surprised if Splinter was angry.

“A-Agitated? No sir! I’m just..” Nervous, terrified, shy.. awkward?

“A little uneasy..” That was one way to put it. “I’m sorry, it’s not because of you– It’s actually very nice to finally meet you–”

“And you, young man.” Splinter replies simply, giving the boy a gentle smile. “I hear talk of you around our home. It seems you have made a good impression with Donatello, in particular.”

Of course, Splinter didn’t know any of the specifics-- not wishing to intrude too heavily in whatever it was his sons were doing. Not at the moment, at least. He’d needed to rest as of late.

   “I offer my gratitude-- I understand my sons can be rather... difficult, at times.” At that, he looks to the side, as if expecting some catastrophe to befall their general vicinity as a result of Michelangelo’s antics. “I hope they have not been troubling you.”

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lethargic-hunter:

The hunter flinched as his name was spoken, feeling an uneasy awkwardness settling in to fill the space around him. Fuck fuck fuck..

“Oh! Ah.. hah.. Y-You know my name already. That’s.. That’s convenient! I-It takes the hassle out of introducing myself..” His nerves were already on fire, and Aiden mentally kicked himself for sounding so casual! What if Splinter took offense to that, and he came off as rude?

“Th-There’s nothing, sir!”

The rat was not completely oblivious to his sons’ private lives-- his sensitive hearing made sure of that. Though he’d never explicitly spoken to the young man before, his name had been dropped several times. 

And of course, it was around about the time he appeared that things started... changing

“Are you quite certain?” He takes a step forward, and another, until he’s only a few feet away from the boy. From there he proceeds to watch him-- almost boring holes into his face with his eyes. “You seem agitated. Do I unsettle you? I realise we have not spoken so frankly before.”

[catsharky]

Even ninja rat-daddies need a day off sometimes.

I need a Splinter-centric episode please and thank you.

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lethargic-hunter:

splintersofthesoul:

The rat steps out of the dojo, mouth pressed into a thin line of worry, and eyes wide and confused. 

“…Who is courting all of my children?”

@pumpkin-spice-hunter is being called out

In an instant all of his nerves were gone, heart stuck in his throat, trying to run far away along with the rest of him. Oh shit– Oh fuck.

“O-Oh, well i-it looks like it’s time for me to go home–”

Splinter watches the boy get up, clearly intent on leaving. Even if he hadn’t spoken, that much was incredibly obvious. he looked... uncomfortable all of a sudden. Perhaps even...

...guilty?

“Aiden...” he starts, “Is there, perhaps, something you wish to share with me?”

[splintersofthesoul]

The rat steps out of the dojo, mouth pressed into a thin line of worry, and eyes wide and confused. 

“...Who is courting all of my children?”

@pumpkin-spice-hunter is being called out

[youngbaebae]

[splintersofthesoul]

“Michelangelo? Raphael? Donatello?” He steps through into the living area, leaving the kitchen completely empty-- a sight most uncommon in their household. “Leonardo?”

Nothing. An uncomfortable silence rings through the lair. Splinter frowns, stroking his chin. They would not have left without informing him-- that he tried make certain of--

Movement.

His head jerks up. Sebastiano appears from out of the shadow, arms bundled with Donatello’s ‘t-phone’ inventions. His heart drops slightly as he crosses the room, knowing this conversation may be awkward. His youngest had been... distant, as of late.

“Sebastiano,” he begins, claws still stroking his beard, eyeing the gadgets warily, “where are your brothers? I cannot find them anywhere.”

@bracedvigilante

[leonardo9725]

And one more photo from the same episode.

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protip i cant spell at 1am holy crap

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[I!!!!!!!!!!!  NEED!!!!!!!!! MORE!!!!!! SPLINTER ICONS!!!!!!!!!!]

[tenderborn]

🐢  ❝                 ——– at least he treated me better. LISTENED to me.                ❞ he jabbed, looking away from him with a angry frown.    

@splintersofthesoul | liked !!

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There a pause before Splinter turns to look at his youngest son, his expression a mixture of shark disbelief and hurt. Maybe even ANGER, though it’s offset by his drooping ears.

“Michelangelo--- Tell me you do not TRULY mean that?”

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@tenderborn replied to your post: “[Splinter, holding up spinach and a stick of celery to warn the angry...”:

THROWS PIZZA AT HIS FACE

YAMERO, AKUMA!

THE POWER OF VEGETABLES COMPELS YOU

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[Splinter, holding up spinach and a stick of celery to warn the angry Mikey’s away]

[turtleheroes]

Life lessons

[jlassijlali]

TMNTS4E21

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purpletechtyrtle:

“ Sensei…”

“ The last time he destroyed the toaster his sword was sticking in it. I..I still don´t…why…

He can speak from luck the volt of the toaster isn´t enough to give him an electric shock for life.” 

“That is... most troubling.” Splinter sighs, massaging his snout before crossing his arms. “I must speak with him. I fear this may become problematic should he try using the OVEN.111

“In the meantime-- perhaps he should be prohibited from using kitchen appliances. I take it Raphael and yourself are fully capable of operating them if Michelangelo is not around?”

He had one son stabbing swords through toasters, after all. He had to ask. He had to be SURE. 

[commutingtoreality]

I don’t even