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taizi · 1 year

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Hi, not sure if you're still taking prompts, but I love your Human Splinter AU and was wondering how that would change his relationship with Raph. It seems like while he still has trauma, he doesn't have to deal with the dysphoria of suddenly having a rat body, and that make's parenting a little easier. Does that make things a little easier on Raph too?

There is a suspicious amount of giggling coming in the direction of the living room, when Yoshi is entirely positive all four turtles went down for their nap half an hour ago.

He peeks into the room and finds Raphael, laying on his front, kicking his tiny feet in the air, pouring over the comic book Hala’s daughter gave him. He doesn’t seem to notice Yoshi in the hall, as absorbed as he is.

His little turtles have keen senses. Yoshi thinks they’ll be incredible when they’re older. He also thinks he’ll treasure this—these early years, when everything is brand-new and precious, when his babies are clumsy and earnest and wide-eyed—when he can still creep up behind Raphael on silent feet and scoop him into his arms and surprise him into a squawk and then ringing peals of high, sweet laughter.

“What is this? What could this be?” Yoshi says, sing-song. “A little turtle running amok? Evading naptime? Breaching our contract?”

“Papa,” Raphael says, smiling toothily. He was the last of the four to begin speaking and sometimes he still has nonverbal days. Every time he says anything it’s like winning a goddamn prize.

Yoshi finds himself smiling back without making any conscious decision to.

“What are you up to, apple pie?” he asks. “Must be big, exciting things. Loop me in.”

Raphael waves his arms and declares gleefully, “Superheroes!”

Ah, yes. We’re still on that, Yoshi thinks, careful not to let Raphael see his expression of distaste as he stoops to pick up what turns out to be a Fantastic Four comic.

It’s one thing for his boys to find an old Jupiter Jim movie on cable TV and run around the house shooting imaginary blasters at imaginary aliens for four consecutive days afterwards. This hero thing is something else.

And he knows just who to blame.

Grandpa Sho found out about his great-grandchildren the way the rest of the world did—through the tabloids.

Apparently the pediatrician Yoshi had reached out to had decided the hefty NDA she’d signed was no more than a fancy piece of stationery, and the siren call of TMZ was too tempting to ignore.

Yoshi set his lawyers upon the asshole’s practice in the manner of a hunter releasing a pack of particularly bloodthirsty foxhounds, but the damage was done. The secret was out.

Naturally, the media ate it all up. Hala was an order of magnitude more pissed off about it than the uselessly shell-shocked Yoshi was, because as much as she might pretend otherwise, those turtles were basically her nephews. Her daughter had become their honorary big sister within about five minutes of meeting them in the first place. Hala was fully prepared to take this whole thing personally.

She told Yoshi not to read any articles, to stay off the Internet. It didn’t stop the barrage of e-mails and phone calls. It didn’t stop Yoshi from refusing to leave his house for an entire week because of the paparazzi parked outside.

And it didn’t stop Grandpa Sho from showing up on his doorstep. Apparently that bridge hadn’t been as thoroughly burned as Yoshi believed. The first thing he thought, when he saw his grandpa, was you look so old. It settled with a pang in the pit of his stomach.

The second thing—embarrassingly—was also what came out of his mouth. He hadn’t seen his grandpa in years, and the last time they spoke was in anger, but in some ways Yoshi was still his child.

“How do you fix a cold?” he blurted, right there on the doorstep. “He’s all stuffy and miserable and he won’t stop crying and he hates everything.”

Sho would have been well within his rights to be passive-aggressive, or petty, or even outright angry. Yoshi certainly would have been in his shoes. But Sho was better at putting duty before his own feelings, so he only nodded, and let himself inside.

“You sound exactly like your mother did when you were a baby,” he said, as if it wasn’t painful to say. “Not to worry. I know all the tricks.”

He did do a bit of a double-take when he saw the shape of Yoshi’s distraught toddler, but the surprise faded from his face quickly. He had always believed in all that mystic mumbo-jumbo that Yoshi had only recently learned firsthand was actually not mumbo-jumbo, after all. He took in the green skin and half-shells gracefully and ordered the inconsolable Michelangelo a lukewarm bubble-bath.

It became a whole thing, because the boys were as thick as thieves on a good day, and absolutely ready to fight god at the barest hint that they might be separated on a bad one. The bathroom ended up minorly flooded, but his kids were happy. They loved baths. They were swimming around each other in circles until even fussy Michelangelo was smiling. Sharing the moment with Sho—the two of them half-soaked and weary and bursting with affection for the rambunctious little monsters in their care—felt healing.

Grandpa Sho stayed for a few days. It was a relief to have him there, an extra set of hands. Someone Yoshi could trust, because despite everything else they had become to each other, they were still family.

The turtles were curious about him, this familiar stranger in their midst. They started absorbing Japanese within the first hour of his visit, even though Yoshi largely spoke in English. It was—nice. It reminded Yoshi of being a child himself, trailing after his jiji like a duckling.

And then one night, he let Sho tuck the boys into bed while he washed the dishes from dinner. He wandered into the nursery in the middle of a familiar story. A story that had followed Yoshi through life like a ghost, that echoed in almost all of his trauma-fueled nightmares.

The story of their clan and their duty.

Yoshi must have blacked out. He thinks he might have had an out-of-body experience. He remembers ripping the turtles out of Sho’s arms and backing away to the other side of the room and the pained way Sho’s face folded—hurt, guilt, decades-old grief.

“Don’t you dare,” Yoshi said, a whisper, because he was too furious and heartsick and terrified to speak any louder. He’d clutched his babies as tight as he could without hurting them, unreasonably afraid someone might reach out of thin air and snatch them away.

“Anata wa hitori janai,” his mother had said, the last thing she ever said. It was important but it felt like such a lie. Yoshi was alone. He’d always been alone. His sons were already better off than he was—there were four of them. He would make it his life’s mission to ensure they got to keep each other.

Then Grandpa Sho had surprised the hell out of him by saying, “I’m sorry.” He said it again in Japanese, full and formal, and Yoshi was shaken out of his stupor by sheer disbelief. “I only wanted—I only meant that they are Hamato. They are family. Whether or not you teach them what I have taught you, they will belong.”

He left not long after that, two weeks ago now. They haven’t spoken since.

And now Yoshi’s oldest son is full of half-formed ideas about heroics—concepts like ‘the greater good’ and ‘defeating evil’ that would go completely over his head, except that it’s the same sort of thing his favorite cartoon characters say.

“Hiijiji said our family is made of heroes,” Raphael says brightly. “So I’ll be one, too! And I’ll protect Leo and Donnie and Mikey when the bad guy comes.”

Yoshi can’t even speak for a moment. He has to wrestle with the lump in his throat for long enough that Raphael gets distracted and starts pawing at his hair.

His kids are so good. He can’t get over it. They were created to be super-soldiers, but all Yoshi sees are little goofballs with colorful personalities and giant hearts made of solid gold. He’s begun teaching them ninjutsu, in effort to curb some of their inexhaustible energy, and they’ve taken to it like ducks (or turtles) to water. Their brains are developing faster than those of human children their age—Donatello has the makings of an outright genius, and Leonardo is clever enough to talk circles around Yoshi in his sleep.

If they decided to become heroes, there isn’t a doubt in Yoshi’s mind that they could do it. And they’d be the best.

Raphael is all of six years old and the only things he should be preoccupied with are his siblings stealing his toys and that new Jupiter Jim DVD April promised to bring over this weekend. He shouldn’t be worried about the bad guy.

But now he’s got it into his head that he has this huge responsibility. He’s bigger and stronger than his siblings, so it falls on him to look after them. They clamber around on him like he’s their own personal jungle-gym, and he oversees bedtime rituals and boo-boos, and holds their hands when they reach out to him like it’s his job.

He doesn’t seem to mind that there is no big brother to do the same for him but he’s six. He wants someone to hold his hand, too.

Yoshi is keeping an eye on it. The last thing he wants is for Raphael to grow up too fast.

You can depend on me, he wants to say. It’s not all on your tiny little shoulders. That’s my job. It’s what I’m here for.

He doesn’t think Raphael is old enough to understand that in its entirety. So instead, when he’s sure he can speak without a wobble in his voice, Yoshi says, “There better be room for me in all these plans. I’m a hero, too, you know—you’ve seen me on TV!”

His son claps his hands together, brimming with delight. The turtles don’t really know what it means that their father is a famous actor, but they get so excited when they see Lou Jitsu on screen. They quote his movies a lot, it’s becoming a whole thing, and it’s so cute Yoshi might die.

“You’ll help fight the bad guy?” Raphael asks, like it’s the absolute best idea he’s ever heard.

“There’s not even gonna be any bad guy left for you, firebug,” Yoshi tells him. “I’m gonna beat him so quick you’ll barely see it. He’s just gonna be a big blur and you’ll wonder what the heck that was and then it’ll be over. And then we’ll go out for ice cream and forget all about it.”

He says it playfully and it makes Raphael giggle, but inwardly it takes the form of a prayer.

If there has to be a war, let it be Yoshi’s. Let his children be children for as long as they can.

“And hiijiji can come, too!” Raphael adds.

Yoshi is learning how to pick his battles. Maybe he doesn’t want to fight this battle anyway. Maybe he can begin to peel his fingers open from the fists he curled them into when he was a child. Maybe he can start to let it go.

With Raphael gazing up at him like this, like Yoshi really is a superhero, Yoshi thinks he can do just about anything.

“Okay,” he says. It doesn’t even cost him to say it. “Jiji can come, too.”

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato yoshi #lou jitsu #hamato raphael #human splinter au #my writing #prompt #anonymous #tmnt fic #pushing my great grandpa sho agenda

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turtleinsoup · 5 months

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The twins got their hands on cloaking brooches!

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liathgray · 1 year

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Second art piece i’ve done for the Green Screen AU… they caused a panic at a MacDonalds btw

Rest of AU: first, third, fourth

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tangledinink · 1 year

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happy mother's day <3

the teenage mutant what now? gang makes a big deal over the holiday every year, making it a point to get the most obnoxious, flowery, stupidly sappy mother's day cards they can find and fussing over their dad the whole day. which they do to be annoying, obviously, and not because they noticed years ago that he always seemed just a little bit sad when the date rolled around, and they wanted to cheer him up.

#sorrywhatnowau #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #tmnt human au #rottmnt human au #rottmnt human designs #fidgetwing #mothers day #happy mothers day #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey

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haunted-wolfpup · 2 years

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Human screenshot redraw :))

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt raph #human rottmnt #screenshot redraw #human au #rottmnt human au #rottmnt human designs #aj draws sometimes #i had this queued for monday but i got impatient

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yujateaandpi · 1 year

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Little humans have it rough.

#I’m a “Donnie is the older twin but Leo is the more protective twin” truther #rottmnt human au #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt fanart #rottmnt comic #rise of the tmnt comic #rottmnt fanart #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise donnie #tmnt 2018 #rise fanart #disaster twins #ysmb au #you’re still my brother #rise mikey #rise splinter

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cpunkhobie · 1 year

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GENETICALLY MODIFIED NINJA TEENS (gmnt) Era 1

EDIT: This post is old and outdated pls look here TwT

FIRST POST OF MY AU !

Era 1 because I drew all of these while I was still workshopping the designs for the characters which is why everything is so wildly inconsistent and just Generally very wonky. Thankfully I've narrowed all the designs down by now (still haven't finalized them) so any art I draw in the future should be Much more consistent and to form.

Im not planning on this being a uniform comic/story or anything like that, it's just something that eats at my brain that I will probably be posting abt a Lot after this. Some basic stuff about this au:

- Genetically Modified? : yep! at a very young age they were all genetically modified to be super soldiers by You Can Guess who, with Mikey being the only one fully, artificially made in a lab. That also means he's the one with the most raw power and skill. (This doesn't mean he utilizes it or is even aware of it often)

- How are they related? : They're all splinters kids ! Or at least genetically related to him. They're half siblings subtract Donnie and Leo who are fraternal twins. No one knows who Mikey's other parent is, and frankly they don't really care

- Do they live in the sewers? : No .. they are in hiding though! Once Splinter found out about Mikey and subsequently all the other experiments he snatched up his sons and never looked back. Rather unfortunate considering whose Raph's mom is... (we'll get to that later)

- What's with the turtle necks? : Donnie's idea! They have bulletproof abilities and I'm deciding whether I want it to be a synthetically made fabric of Donnie's design or just silk

- Are they mixed race? : They are mixed race.

current color blocked designs are right here:

I'll probably post a sketch dump and some comics of them at a later date. For now, og screenshots under the cut! :

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phoebepheebsphibs · 8 months

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So I guess I just made a new AU for myself?

@sariphantom

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tutant meenage neetle teetles #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt lou jitsu #lou jitsu #rottmnt human au #rottmnt human designs #why did i make this?#i couldnt tell ya #i just felt inspired #i made another au

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plumexmango · 1 year

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Unturtled turtle tots!! I feel like Leo’s trans shell would definitely crack at Mulan and he would impulsively cut his hair (tc*st dni i will bust your spine)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt human designs #rottmnt human au #turtle tots #rise mikey #rise leo #rise raph #rise donnie #trans leo #rise splinter #leonardo #donatello #michealangelo #raphael #tmnt fanart #rottmnt fanart

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sivy-chan-blog · 1 year

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@luna-tmnt @inspiredwriter theres is the others two boys,eeeeeeehhhh well I kinda like this shadows style not much but I enjoy it and also at try to finish it faster

But I hope you like it😉🧡❤️🐢

bonus:🤎🐀

i was thinking to draw him as a human too ams how Splinter as a human are turning so fine?!

Sir....why are you so fine?

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt movie #tmnt fanart #tmnt art #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt splinter #tmnt human designs #tmnt human au #sivy-chan-art #sivy-chan-blog

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baylardian-1 · 3 months

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some Architects of Infinity inspy doodles hehe :)

lil baby Liam visiting his first planet and they're campiiiingggggg. :3 which is very funny ironic considering both janeway and chakotay hated camping when they were kids lmao. now theyre putting their kids through the same childhood torture <3

#hes got a little sunhat hehe :3 #me giving janeway mom bod::: 😳#they both character growth'd in Resolutions haha #My Art #Threshold #AU #Star Trek: Voyager #Architects of Infinity #First Splinter Timeline #Kathryn Janeway #Chakotay #Liam Janeway #Human

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taizi · 1 year

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If you’d like another Rise prompt, maybe something about Donnie’s battleshell? If that’s too vague, maybe its origins, or maybe what Splinter thinks about it?

this is also set in the human splinter au <3

When Donatello was a baby, Yoshi didn’t worry quite as much about his soft shell. He and his brothers were all the same sort of fragile, questionable mutation and its potential effects aside, and Yoshi panicked over each of them an equal amount.

They played hard. They always wanted to climb and run and tumble. Yoshi is inclined to blame the ooze that psychotic goat-man alchemist pumped them full of, because blaming him is neat and comfortable and makes Yoshi feel warm inside.

But Yoshi has also spent a not-insignificant amount of his fortune on parenting books and magazine subscriptions, and according to the experts, children are just tiny crazy people who will run at full-speed into a wall multiple times for no reason.

Which is fine. Yoshi has been a papa for almost four years now and it’s quite possible that he’ll never want to be anything else ever again for as long as he lives. His boys have secured their place in his heart and no amount of broken windows or crayon-scribbled walls or gutted kitchen appliances (???) will change that.

The problem is that Donatello’s shell doesn’t afford him the same protection that his brothers’ do. He’s as fast and strong as the other three, and easily twice as smart, but he’s just not as hardy.

Yoshi has no idea what he would do without his credit card and his talent manager-turned-reluctant-godmother. Between the two of them, he has an answer for everything.

“I don’t want to,” Donatello announces before Yoshi has even opened his mouth.

“You don’t want to go roller-skating?” he says, affecting a tone of complete surprise. It causes Donatello’s chubby face to fold into an epic pout, which is adorable, which makes up for how frustrating he can be when he digs his little heels in about something.

“No, papa, I want to go. But I don’t want to wear that dum-dum thing.”

“Your Auntie Hala is going to cry for days and days when I tell her how much you hate the present she got you,” Yoshi tells him solemnly.

Donatello considers this. Then he says, “Don’t tell her.”

Ah, logic Yoshi can’t actually find fault with. He never would have guessed he’d spend his early thirties losing so many arguments with a turtle toddler.

“You are wise beyond your years,” he says, wondering what it will look like when Donatello is a teenager, and whether or not Yoshi will survive it.

The ‘dum-dum thing’ in question is a modified back brace, meant for children with spinal disorders. Yoshi is pretty sure this qualifies. The reason Donatello hates it so much is the modifications Yoshi made to it; namely, the memory foam cover for his leathery carapace. It’s bulky and it slows him down and he hates falling behind the other three. Lately he’s taken to sitting out of their games because he would rather tinker by himself than wear the brace.

Yoshi is a little worried about that. He hasn’t come up with a way to make everyone happy yet, and he’s losing sleep trying to figure it out.

Leonardo pokes his head through the doorway. “Papa you said we were going,” he whines. “How come we’re not?”

“Negotiations have broken down,” Yoshi says, kneading his forehead with his palm.

“Dunno what that is,” Leonardo declares and visibly puts it out of his mind as not his problem. “Don-don, come on. We’re gonna skate.”

“No,” Donatello declares. His mouth is screwed up, brow furrowed, fully ready to be a little monster about it. “I don’t want to go if I have to wear the dumb fake shell.”

Leonardo tips his head to one side, considering this. It’s no secret to his brothers that Donatello has no fondness for the brace. This usually culminates in one or three of them helping him to escape it, and then hiding it somewhere stupid for Yoshi to find like the world’s worst Easter Egg hunt.

“We’re twins,” Leonardo says with all the unyielding certainty of a schoolteacher discussing matters with an obstinate child. “So we have to share. I’ll wear it, and then Donnie will wear it, and then it’s fair.”

Somehow—Yoshi can’t believe this, but somehow the logic goes to work. Donatello’s expression shifts from mullish to thoughtful. The most stubborn little treasure in Yoshi’s entire life is giving ground.

“It’s fair,” he agrees. He and Leonardo turn their big brown eyes up to Yoshi expectantly.

Honestly, Yoshi can’t believe he’s not going to have to wrestle Donatello into the brace for once in their lives. He’s a little embarrassed his second youngest child thought of this neat little solution before him. It costs him absolutely nothing to agree, and he straps the brace onto Leonardo’s back instead. When they get to the rink, one that Yoshi has unapologetically rented out for the afternoon so his kids can play freely, they’ll switch, and Donatello will wear it while the four of them turn inline skating into a contact sport.

And nearly a decade down the road, when Donatello is building advanced technology the way other kids his age are building blanket forts out of the couch cushions and Yoshi’s best sheets (re: his siblings) and he has long-since traded the brace for an armored shell of his own design, he goes from absolutely refusing to put it on to pretty much never letting anyone see him without it, ever, or else.

Because no son of Yoshi’s would understand the idea of a happy middle ground. It’s all or nothing, go big or go home in this house.

This is when the twin thing continues to save the day.

“Oh Telloooooooo,” Leonardo sing-songs, audible throughout the entire house, “Shell Time!”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Donatello replies, but it’s a token resistance at best.

And when Yoshi wanders that way to check on things a few minutes later, he’ll find the boys in the garage. Donatello is chattering a-mile-a-minute at Raphael about the computer he’s building, and his older brother is nodding along agreeably even though he clearly isn’t absorbing a single word. Leonardo is sprawled on his plastron, head pillowed on his folded arms, letting Michelangelo go to town with glittery stickers.

Donatello’s soft shell will be covered by nothing but the blanket Raphael tossed over his shoulders, and Leonardo will wear the battle shell just long enough for his twin to relax his spine and sit without pain—because fair is fair.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #lou jitsu #hamato yoshi #hamato donatello #ratdad #disaster twins #my writing #iwillkeepfighting #tmnt fic #prompt #human splinter au

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