#spliter

[fathom-i-kindred-of-time]

SHOULD THIS BE SPLINTERS CANON DESIGN CHAT???

It was honestly js for gits and shiggles at first but i honestly love it???? 😭🙏

[theelvishfiddler]

Thank you for the flowers!

[hacksplatter]

girl help i cant stop drawing this lead poisoned thing and her hot wife

[juvmarchiori]

What if TMNT took place in São Paulo, Brazil instead? Now with the second part of characters. Splinter here is a Capybara, and we have the redesign of April and Casey.

Welcome to the Brazilian Au

[pisschat]

he's literally my son shut up

[pocketramblr]

merciful domi tho. i DO wanna know what heightening Kaladin appears to be equal to

[pencilias]

i did at least 2000 calculations on getting my coal power generators running off of 3 normal, 1 pure, and 1 impure coal nodes, just so i could perfectly relay the right amount of coal to each generator, only to be fucked up by the water system, todays been a long day and i've never been happier

[9000-and-what]

Because the irony of being an alter that’s a robot and making a pinned to prove I’m not one is not lost on me.

#halbling - rambling, soliloquys and random crap i ramble, halble if you will, about.

[this-should-do]

YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[ducknotinarow]

[Foot FTM Casey Karai]

Casey had made himself comfortable in Karai's room; never asking for permission to enter, and never planning on doing so anytime soon. But he wasn't being annoying, a rare occurrence. No, he was sat there, simply enjoying the silent company of being with his sister. A sister that accepted him for who he was. Sure, she slipped up here and there, but Casey knew she never called him 'Eve' out of maliciousness.

Shifting, Casey leaned his head back, looking up to Karai. The arguments between him and dad were getting worse; it was starting to weigh him down - tremendously at that. Swallowing, Casey's gaze flickered away briefly, before looking back at her,

"Hey Rai," He spoke up, voice softer than intended, "D' yer ever think father will ever accept the fact I'm not Evelyn anymore...?"

Casey isn't stupid, he already knows the answer. But he's searching for hope in a desolate place,

"Or am I gonna be fightin' him 'bout this forever?" He knows he will, "He can accept mutants an' aliens oh but my daughter's actually my son?? Now that's where we draw the line?! Fuckin' prick."

He's just venting now; he supposes it's simply because it feels nice to be heard,

"I coul' take every drug, 'ave every surgery possible, look like a guy through an' through...but he'd still bury me in a fuckin' dress."

Casey sighs, rolls his head back as he stares at the ceiling. He can feel his anger boiling.

"Karai...d'yer think there's anythin' I'm ever gonne be able t' d', that's actually gonna get him t' accept who I am."

| muse interaction

The room was quite as Karai was reclined back against her pillows well aware of Casey in her room. Hard to miss them but they hadn't said a word simply made them self comfortable on the floor near her bed. Normally Casey made her his presence known running their mouth about something to complain about. From Karai stealing their makeup to bitching about their father. Karai always tended to glare when they came in and make some remark about her peace being disturb over it. But When Casey came in to the the room they hadn't said a word. Hardly gave a look towards Karai even as they made their way in and took their current place in the room. Living with someone so long gave a benefit of just knowing a change in mood from the smallest things. So Karai went back to reading the article on her phone's screen. A museum was going to be showcasing a pretty famous katana among it other exhibits here soon.

What a waste letting such a famed weapon sit to gather dust and grown dull.

It wasn't that she wasn't interested in why Casey was in her room of course she was, but if she simply asked? Casey might just grow defensive suddenly. And well their emotions had been all over the place. Not that Karai fully blame them. The dramatics of cutting their own hair and blows with their dad were still pretty fresh in the end. So she simply looked up the the map layout of the museum that the katana was going to be displayed at. It shouldn't be so easy to find the schematics of a building housing priceless artifacts.

"Hey Rai,"

She hummed slightly to show she was listening to them she noticed how soft their tone was when they spoke up so she set her phone down on her bed and moved from her place among her pillows to instead dangle her legs over the side next to Casey looking down at them as they seemed to be thinking. Shocker there maybe those drug were putting thoughts in that empty skull of theirs.

"D' yer ever think father will ever accept the fact I'm not Evelyn anymore…?"

Karai slightly bite at her bottom lip over the question. There was no way even they were that stupid to think the answer would be so easy as a simple 'yes'.

"Or am I gonna be fightin' him 'bout this forever?"

Karai hadn't spoke up yet moving to slightly lean over and rest her check to the back of her hand. At best this was all rhetorical. Karai had to admit she was a bit thrown by Casey's coming out herself. Granted getting told at two in the morning the sister you have always known was now dead? Was a bit much to take in as they stood in front of you with nothing more than a pair of scissors and chunk of hair.

"He can accept mutants an' aliens oh but my daughter's actually my son?? Now that's where we draw the line?! Fuckin' prick."

If karai was honest which she was the answer would be a resounding 'No duh' But she let then rant and vent it out easily hearing the tone in Casey's voice. She had to admit she was still learning her self often needing to correct both when she spoke and thought alone. She just bite her tongue for a moment. She knows the people around Casey do need to also change in away themselves when it comes to something like gender transitioning. A few of the foot soldiers were proving to be dicks about it themselves from what Karai had hear around the compound. Good thing it didn't take to hard a hit to make them remember their place.

"I coul' take every drug, 'ave every surgery possible, look like a guy through an' through…but he'd still bury me in a fuckin' dress."

"Yeah." She didn't mean for that to slip, but how could she not? It was plain as day, that was the case. Far as thier father cared or was even concured about Casey would never be Caseh to him. Sure Karia could understand maybe an internal knee reaction she wasn't immune to it herself. Having felt nearly the same. Maybe that was discrediting herself too much though at best she just kept saying the wrong name and Pronouns here and there and admitly she was still wrapping her head around the thought.

Him though? No thier father was someone you couldn't make budge an inch. They would be here in New York now if you could after all. One single hint of a cule that any Hamato Clan surviors were around more so a man name Yoshi. Was all it took to move his family to New York after all.

So honestly? This seemed near impossible to Karai. As Casey moved thier head back look up towards the ceiling of her room.

"Karai…d'yer think there's anythin' I'm ever gonne be able t' d', that's actually gonna get him t' accept who I am."

"Well, Eve- sorry, Casey." She was quick to catch herself before moving to join him on the floor. "I think you're asking for the impossible here. I mean, it's dad. He's killed off foot soldiers for not performing katas perfect enough." She states it wasn't comforting it kind of wasn't meant to be though. It was more trying to give them the harsh truth in a sense least from where Karai stood she was able to see that truth. A sage distance from the pain came with it as well.

"I feel like it takes a lot more than beating up a pharmacy worker or simply standing up to him." Slightly calling out Casey's past actions not that she faulted them on the latter. Even karai had to have a heated debate with their father from time to time. She doesn get an idea now however considering her own sneaking around to want to explore the area lately. "You know speaking of mutants I happen to have met one of interest to dad." There was only one set of mutants that had the Shrdders attetion lately. More than he ever even bothered to pay to his three kids as of late.

"A turtle mutant." She smirks a little she clearly hadn't yet mentioned this to their father. There was no real reason she was just bored and messing around. She would mention it or maybe someone else could? Was whar she was hinting at here. Hey right now Casey mlre than anyone needed a win.

[b0nkedmehead]

I always see people make certain dp characters [ie: Danny's parents, val, giw] wanna get rid of phantom from danny like an exorcism

Even tho they're the same person right

But I always think of that ep where danny went through that ghost spliter, and you see Phantom and danny as two separate beings [this would've been so cool to explore btw]

Before they quickly went back lol

But what if the giw or someone actually succeeded in splitting them up. I wanna see the ramifications that would have.

Would Danny's "human form" slowly deteriorate from the injuries he sustained from the portal? Would it be instant or would it happen slowly.

Everyone thinks yay! No more halfa hes cured yippee 🕺until Danny looks more and more worn down, has phantom pains, can't sleep, nightmares, and slowly slowly his injuries start killing him and everyone starts noticing.

And then they realize danny can't live without phantom. That the people trying to save him from phantom inevitably ended up killing him again.

Also on the flip side how would this affect phantom like would he just fade away since his body technically isn't dead yet. Would he be caught up in some weird in-between 🤔

Many thoughts many thoughts

I'd also love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this

[yuugurenomi]

what it doesnt tell you is that version of you is dead and they wouldve died anyways because your not static but it happened like this and it hurts and its going to be ok it might never heal completely but you cant keep dragging your own corpse around give yourself a burial you are alive with teeth (beautiful ugly raw thing) so there is still time and there will be time maybe even after your in the ground because you do not hold the world alone

thinking about my ocs and if i should try again but also puffs up meanacingly at them and also what would i call that story??? yeag they meet a godthing but like they are people the god is so not important that i could replace them with anything and be fine because the "god" (eel) is just a medaphore because the emphasis is that there people bad stuff happens and you laugh with your friend and life goes on and now you are traumatized people and your watching chalk shrimp (your favourite animal) play in the sand and there is no good ending or bad ending it did not end but the window that your seeing the story though did and thats it thats my story

[quartergremlin]

The panel where spliter picks up a baby turtle and straight up squints at the genital area made me break out into laughter. Isnt that what people do to new kittens?! Thats not usually how someone looks at a baby!

and the kids are p okay with being manhandled like that, so it's probably fine?

[dianagj-art]

I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION OH SI WINDEROUS DIANAGJ-ART

what kind of coffee would One drink, if any? And if not, what kinda tea?

That boy's caffeine intake is very low or zero, he doesn't really drink coffee, Draxum doesn't let him plus it raises his energy levels through the roof

As of now, he doesn't really like tea, he drinks it sometimes but very rarely with Draxum but doesn't enjoy it. Later when he's living with his brothers he'll find out he just didn't like the way Draxum made tea, but he likes it when Spliter does it

What kind of tea? I have no idea, I'm not really a tea person so idk much about it

[uniasus]

Chapter 2 of Spliter is, surprise! Damain's POV. Or not a surprise to some of you, I imagine.

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“Daniel mentioned a medical condition.” Tim crosses his arms, frowning at the stone floor. “Twice tonight while talking to me he clutched his chest. I assumed a form of cardiomyopathy, but if he was actually fighting for control all night…”

“We never noticed,” Dick jumps in. “We all thought he was interesting and worth watching, sure, but not because of that. He kept stiffening at random times, had a hard time keeping a conversation –“

“Which could have been signs of fighting for control –“

“That’s not why I found him interesting,” Jason cuts in. “The Pits… liked him.”

The family goes quiet.

“The Pits can like something?” Barbara asks via the computer.

“I didn’t think they would, they seem to hate everything. But did you see his, what are we calling it, ghost form? His eyes were Pit green.”

“No,” Damian says. “They were close, but the shade was off. He also never seemed out of control the few minutes I was with him. Danyal had a mission and got it done.”

He’d also recognized Damian. Maybe. On a subconsious level. Had this Masters messed with his memory?

“He lost control at the end though,” Steph pointed out.

“So Masters gives him some freedom,” Tim says. “but what, always reminds the kid that it’s a luxury? That he can take it away any moment?”

The cave goes silent. Damian feels sick to his stomach.

The League had always been about control. Control your sword, control your body. School your expressions and hold your tongue. Bow to Grandfather, and give up your life for the mission. The League oversaw every part of Damian’s life when he was younger, but he always had control over his own limbs.

Anki. He fists his hands.

It’s possible Daniel Fenton is not Danyal al Ghul, of course, but Damian thinks they’re one and the same. Wants them to be the same.

[heartfullofleeches]

You mentioned in a headcanon post about how Tobi would knock reader out with their voice when they did something they didnt like, could you make an example scenario 4 us ? :0

"No."

There are many things Tobi can protect you from. Ghosts and demons, spiteful commentors and people who wouldn't take no for an answer were forces they could easily handle as simply as flicking off a light switch. Ancient, decrepit houses - as hard as they may try, weren't always included in that list.

As per usual - Tobi left to explore the house you'd picked out for your next stream couple days prior to the stream to rid the place of any hostile spirits or other elements that may bring you harm. It was pretty much habitual for them scout every location, and helped relived some of their stress towards leaving you to your own devices in what was essential the unknown.

The house was far worse off inside that the pictures you had showed them conveyed. A riverside lodge annihilated by a enraged storm and the overflooding waters from the river bank. The young couple who owned the home tragically drowned after leaving the sun roof open the night prior and failing to wake up before it was too late. The walls sagged with age and decades of water weight, and the warped, rotting floors could barely handle Tobi's lanky stature and size.

Normally, they'd just install some temporary support planks and forbid you from venturing to the top floor or basement, but exploring deeper they came to the conclusion this site was far too dangerous for you to step a single foot inside.

Heading towards the stairway to the top floor, there was a large gap right between where the first step and the bottom floor met. It was narrow enough to where they could just step over - but Tobi noticed something right as they peered casually into the hole. A piece of fabric stuck to the spliters of the wood. It was in too good a condition to be something from the incident, but that's not what made Tobi pause.

The scrap of cloth matched perfectly to a jacket you had just released - the same jacket you were throwing on now.

"Aw, come on, Tobi - this could be our big break!"

Their fingers fly to fast across their phone screen for your eyes to keep up.

"Too dangerous."

Laughing, you zip up your jacket as you reach for your keys. "You always say that. If you're scared, you can wait in the car and I'll cut the stream short. I did okay on my own before you came around."

Grabbing the tail end of your jacket, Tobi's mind rushes back to the second sight they saw in that hole. The bloated corpses of one of your followers - staring straight up at him. They couldn't even remember what their face looked like. All they saw was yours. It was always yours.

Tobi grabs your wrist, squeezing the ball of your hand until you're forced to lose your grip on your keys. Stay. Don't go. Your adventurous spirit was one of the endless things they loved about you and they'd never take that away - but if you left their sight for a single second then-

"No......"

Pressure builds behind your eyes. You pres a hand to your temple, shaking off the brief wave of nausea "Ugh.. Tobi... I'll be okay, I promise. I got a little headache now, so I didn't won't be out long. "

No.... Flashes of your face in that horrible state cloud their already fogged mind- eyes glossy, skin pale and so, so cold. A far cry from the life and warmth you gave off now. It would only take one second. One second for you to get hurt. One second for them to lose you. They can't go back to life without you. They can't be that empty shell rotting away in an equally decaying home. They can't - they won't. You can't leave them.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME!"

It all happens so fast. Your brain throbs. Without utter a single word, you place your fingers your lips - red being all you see. Shaking, you look up at your cameraman as your jaw goes slack.

"To-"

Your eyes glaze over, trembling legs unable to support the remaining weight of your body as you fall. Tobi dives to the floor, catching you in their arms before your unceremoniously landing. Your head almost hits the floor before their arms shoot out to catch you. He supports it and your neck on his shoulder, unzipping your jacket with the same tremors you had before your fall. Tobi removes their hat and places their ear to your chest.

One beat. Two-

You're still alive. Deep down they knew, but for the sake of their aching heart they had to make sure. Tobi carefully zips your jacket back up and once they do - they begin to cry. If your comatose state was good for one thing it was leaving you in the dark, unharmed by their wails and pleads.

"sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you. Please - please don't leave me..Don't leave me."

Tobi slowly regains their composure. They wipe the blood from your nose, and their thick tears from your face as they stand. Tobi carries you to your bedroom and places you in bed. They clear your search history of anything related to the cabin and burn the notes along it. They reserve a table at your favorite restaurant for tomorrow, praying you'll wake up before the time comes. As you rest they rehearse their lines for when you wake - thankful you'll never hear the break in their voice when they lie.