I am loving your rendition of these boys, I gotta ask though.
How does the Hamato Family *Snap* *Snap* dress up for black tie affairs? Do they dress in more formal eastern clothing or formal western? A mix of both?
Sort of!
Splinter goes for either or, generally he wears more Eastern but will wear Western to match with BM
BM wears almost exclusively Western as she's trying to emulate and copy them, but some Eastern inspo can sneak through (typically through accessories)
April likes Western, especially broad shouldered suits and pants, but she admires Eastern makeup styles (she'd love black teeth, same girl). She'd wanna match the vibe tho so She'd dress better than the dress code said
Raph would do Western if he had to dress up at all, but that's cus he wants to be lazy LMAO Eastern has too many layers and details and he barely cares enough to go to formal events anyway so why extend even more energy? Plus he doesn't care if a suit gets ripped up by his spikes
Leo has no preference, he wears Eastern when it's in an Eastern formal wear function and Western in Western. If he had to pick it'd be Western tho
Donnie does Western, he likes the sharp crisp look of it (and he also wants to be lazy but how DARE you accuse him of that). He will wear Eastern if the situation calls for it but that's cus he won't look a fool and be dressed out of place
Mikey. Well, it's hard to get him to dress formally at ALL and especially to match any sort of culture/region, he WILL show up in a gaudy drag look that looks pieced together 5 minutes ago by blind dogs and it pisses BM off but he is a wild bronco who shan't be controlled/j but he enjoys any type of clothing and has no real preference between, if anything he prefers Eastern bc of the layers, pattern details, and shapes
2 Leo turtle tot contents :] as a kid, Leo was a lot less accepting of his whole sleep situation and he's often bug his brothers or keep Splinter up cus he got lonely
Splinter is caring and fatherly, always willing to comfort his sons, as well as feed into their bad habits.
Splinter is pretty dense. He's also very easily convinced of things, and believes people at face value, then refuses to change what he believes. It's a race between his sons to tell him their story first so he gets on their side.
Splinter would fight to the death to protect his family and keep them safe.
Splinter is very egotistical, loving to tell all of the dramatized Lou Jitsu stories and stories from his time in the Yakuza.
Splinter is welcoming, always warm and friendly to new people who join his family, even if they seem a little strange (aka someone society would accept.)
Splinter is fine with violence and raised his children to be just as creepy and kooky as him.
Splinter is rebellious and never felt the desire or need to follow the Hamato clan teachings.
Important details -
His human life -
His relationship with the Hamato clan is the same as Rise.
As a way to act out against the clan, he found solace in acting "creepy and kooky", and it soon became his normal.
Splinter was involved in the Yakuza/general gang activity when he was human. He escaped to America to get away from it all and ended up becoming an actor.
Because of this, Splinter is very desensitized to a lot of horrific things, which is why he allows and supports his sons and their behavior - and doesn't find it strange.
Yoshi was a popular film star; one known for brutal action scenes, campy horror, and gruesome visual effects. He adored the blood and gore of it all (He loves method acting and never broke character on any sets, often terrifying the crew and costars).
He had a cult fanbase. He encouraged lots of bad behavior, including blood-pacts to him. And sacrifices. And outlandish public stunts.
I'd compare him to Ozzy Osbourne (RIP), MGK, or Christian Bale.
His mutation -
Splinter's mutation proceeded the same as it does in Rise.
Being a rat affected his brain, so he is a bit more animalistic.
His relationship to Big Mama -
Their backstory is the same as Rise.
Splinter is absolutely head over heels, obsessed with Big Mama.
He visits her frequently, but they live apart as it works out better for both of them (Splinter in the sewers, BM in the Hidden City).
Splinter has stayed a hopeless romantic, always showering BM in gifts, affection, and attention. Full Gomez Addams.
Relationship Charts -
[TBA]
Fun facts -
Splinter's favorite food is pizza with anchovies, and his favorite drink is plum wine.
Splinter was iffy on Usagi at first, because Usagi seemed too nice/normal for Leo. He now welcomes Usagi with open arms after Usagi held his own in a swordfight against Splinter.
Addams Family! ROTTMNT AU Snippet 9: 'Lair Games 3- Sewer Gator Salom'
(Edit 6/20/2026: Original Author NewFallenLeaves on AO3 has deleted her account and does not associate with this AU anymore. Permission was given to keep this snippet up).
Felt like making some fluff for this snippet sooooo..... have some Bonding time for Mikey and Raph <3 playing Mario kart...
Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️
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“Remember,” said Donnie, “Stay in the boat.”
Raph gave a grunt that could have been either acknowledgment or annoyance, it was hard to tell. He kept his stare fixated on the murky water in the tunnel ahead of them. From somewhere down the shadowed corridor echoed the sound of sloshing water and guttural hisses.
Above them, safe on a maintenance platform that was riveted to the sewer wall, April trained her camera on the same tunnel that Raph was fixated on. The beam from her camera was hardly bright enough to illuminate anything other than the immediate area, so the tunnel remained shrouded. Even so, Donnie could see the mechanism in the lens focusing and retracting as she tried to zoom in and catch a shot of what lay in the darkness beyond.
“So they’re like pets?” she asked.
“They’re not tame enough to be considered such, no,” said Donnie. He adjusted the rudder. “We just make sure they have enough food to support their broods. And we keep exits to the drainage tunnels shut, so they can’t escape into the wild.”
“And why, exactly, does your family like to maintain a colony of sewer gators?”
“Keep out humans,” said Raph. “And for wrestling practice.”
“Yes, Raph does enjoy agitating the gators and tussling with them every once in a while,” said Donnie. “Which he is not going to do today, right Raphael?”
Raph shot him a dirty look. “I would win.”
“We all know that,” said Donnie. “But the point of today is to make sure our team wins. Both of us, in the boat, crossing the finish line. Those are the rules.”
Leo smirked as he set the oars in place on the boat he and Mikey shared. “Last year, Raph almost ditched our chances when he tried to dive overboard just to wrestle the alpha.”
“He looked at me funny,” said Raph.
“And I’m glad you had it in you to forgive him, otherwise we wouldn’t have won and I would have been angry with you all year,” said Leo.
“I still don’t see why we have to decide the teams with rock-paper-scissors,” Mikey grumbled. “I always lose the first round, and I never get to be on Raph’s team.”
“Don’t worry, little brother,” said Leo. “Things are going to be different this year.”
“Bold claim from the boat that doesn’t have Raph,” said Donnie.
“Mikey deserves a win.” Leo smiled. “So I promised him one.”
April quirked an eyebrow at the confidence in his voice. Even though this was the first time she’d witnessed the Lair Games, she’d heard enough of the boys’ explanations and retellings to have an understanding of how the events worked. Apparently, Raph was undefeated when it came to Sewer Gator Slalom.
Unlike a typical slalom, there was no set course and the waterway lacked any markers or flags for the teams to loop their boats around. Instead, the ‘slalom’ part of the game referred to dodging the gators themselves, as they were abnormally large, aggressive, and protective of their territory.
Raph, however, was able to keep any of the oversized alligators from attacking his boat just by sheer intimidation. He would growl at any of the approaching predators and lash out, chasing them away before they could attack. It left a clear path for the boat to sail easily through the tunnel, so whichever brother happened to be on his team was guaranteed a win.
Donnie latched an oar into its eyelet and swung it experimentally. He caught the side of Leo and Mikye’s boat, making it jostle in the water. “Mikey wins the firecracker game every year, so there’s nothing wrong with Raph having a signature event.”
“Except when I never get to be on his team!” Mikey fumed.
“Funny, you don’t seem to care about teams when it comes to your relay of chaos,” said Donnie.
“You all could still try and run if you wanted, you’re just too slow to keep up with me and you know it!”
“Shh-shh,” said Leo. “You’re riling up the gators.”
Sure enough, the booming echoes of the argument bouncing off the tunnel walls seemed to have increased the amount of splashing and hissing coming from the waterway. Leo turned the spotlight lantern on the prow of the boat towards the sounds. The beam caught a flash of a massive spiked and scaly tail as it disappeared beneath the surface.
Donnie watched as April leaned over the safety railing – probably trying to get a closer shot of the giant alligators. “If you go in headfirst, I’m not diving after you,” he called up to her.
“Are you sure I can’t ride along? Get a closer shot?” she asked.
“We need a perfect winner’s photo as we cross the finish line in victory,” said Leo. He struck a pose. “Be sure to get my good side.”
“You don’t have a good side,” said Mikey.
“Don’t worry about trying to get Mikey in the photo,” said Leo.
“I’m gonna torch your room,” said Mikey.
“Try it, and I will chuck you overboard before we get to the first archway.”
“Ah, team-building banter,” said Donnie. “Please, keep at it. If you take each other out now, Raph and I can go straight to the victory lap.”
As the boys continued to bicker, Splinter clambered up the maintenance ladder to join April on the platform and unfurled the starting pennant. “First team to retrieve their flag from the alligator lair and return to cross the finish line wins the event. Both members must be present and accounted for, and all persons and appendages must remain inside the boat. No explosives, quantum engines, or portals permitted.”
“Sound like you’ve already prohibited very specific methods of cheating that would apply to each of them,” said April.
“You understand us so well already,” said Splinter. He smiled and raised his arm. “On your mark, get set, ROW!”
Leo and Mikey each heaved on their own set of oars, while Donnie manned one array on his boat and extended the spider arms from his battleshell to reach the second. Raph never did any rowing. He crouched at the bow, eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling intermittently in his throat.
With their boat riding higher in the water due to less weight, Leo and Mikey pulled ahead. Beyond them, tell-tale swells in the water outlined the shape of three submerged alligators as the first defenders of the lair veered towards the boat that was in the lead.
Leo hauled forward on one oar and back on the other, sending the boat into a sharp turn that would steer them out of the way. One gator turned to follow, while the other two swerved toward Raph and Donnie instead.
Raph’s growl crescendoed. One alligator diverted aside, heading back toward the first boat.
But the other, heftier and bolder than its companions, continued on a beeline towards them, its mouth gaping.
Raph bared his teeth, growled, and punched at the gator’s head.
The heavy smack snapped the reptile’s jaw sideways, and more than one tooth went skimming across the surface of the water. The gator let out what could only be called a yelp – a sound Donnie hadn’t known they were capable of – and veered sharply away, its nose crooked and bloody.
Donnie smirked as the waterway in front of them cleared.
Deeper into the lair, the situation only compounded. More alligators slinked off their concrete shoreline nests to crowd the water, torpedoing toward Leo and Mikey the moment they heard Raphs snarls or caught sight of his bared teeth. Soon, Donnie and Raph had pulled neatly into the lead while Mikey and Leo were slowed by the ever-growing swarm of gators encircling their boat. They practically had no clear water to steer through anymore.
Donnie gave them a sarcastic salute with one of his spidershell arms.
The far end of the tunnel was now in sight, and Donnie could see the flag dangling from its hook. No alligators blocked their way, this would be an easy snatch–
“Hey, Raa-aaph!”
Several yards behind them on the other boat, Leo dangled Mrs. Cuddles over the stern of his boat, the tip of one stuffed, rainbow ear pinched between his fingertips.
Raph gasped.
“Wait, Raph, no!” said Donnie. “That’s not your real Cuddles, it’s a decoy, don’t fall for it–"
Leo dropped the stuffie.
Mrs. Cuddles hit the surface, and the water churned with snapping teeth and thrashing jaws.
Raph dove headfirst overboard, thrashing through the water with all the grace of an elephant in a bathtub. He charged into the center of the mass of alligators, bellowing, throwing punches and kicks as well as was possible in twelve feet of murky sewer water. Gators snapped and writhed all around him, sending up geysers that caught Donnie in their spray, drenching him and slogging the bottom of the boat.
At the center of the living maelstrom, shredded pieces of colorful fabric and clots of sogged stuffing spread across the surface like the detritus of a shipwreck.
Before Donnie could even holler for his brother to get back here – to salvage the whole situation – an alligator rammed into his Raph-less, defensless vessel. It capsized.
The only consolation Donnie had was that Leo and Mikey weren’t far behind in taking a dunk with him.
Long minutes later, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey all finally managed to extricate themselves from the frenzy of the alligator lair and flounder back to the starting line. They dragged themselves dripping back onto the walkways.
“I hope you’re happy,” said Donnie, fixing Leo with a scathing glare.
Leo wrung out his mask tails. “I think Gator Wrestling should be a new event for next year.”
“That’ll just be another category for Raph to win!” said Mikey.
“If there are even any alligators left,” said April. She was panning her camera across the water. “I think you may have inadvertently decimated your colony.”
Scales, claws, and teeth floated across the surface. The growls and hisses from the gators had faded to almost nothing. From the darkened archway of the reptile lair came a nasty crack, followed by a heavy splash.
Silence.
Out of the darkness, the bulky form of a familiar snapping turtle came cutting through the canal. Raph slogged up onto the walkway, the lower half of a gator’s jaw in one hand and the remains of Mrs. Cuddles’ ear in the other. He stomped toward Leo.
“Hey, buddy,” said Leo. “Guess what? Donnie was right, that was just a decoy. Your real Mrs. Cuddles is totally safe back in–gaaahh!”
The newest event added to the Lair Games was not, in fact, Gator Wrestling.
