Calling CabsWarnings: OCs, drunkness.Calling Cabs by ~GemiDonnie
Reza couldn't claim his job to be his dream come true.
He was currently standing outside of the nightclub Hot Blood.
The music from inside was loud enough to seep through the doors behind him, barely even muffled.
Shifted, taking another bite of the white chocolate he had brought along.
There was a lull now; none were standing in line, it being closer to morning than midnight.
And hey, he liked white chocolate.
He may as well eat it when there was nothing to do.
Being a bouncer could be very boring.
Even more so if one was a turtle of the Grewal Clan.
Drunk idiots or whiny pr
Scrambled EggsWarnings: Slash, OCs, AU.Scrambled Eggs by ~GemiDonnie
Pairings: Bertie/Donovan, mentioned Leo/Donovan.
Three eggs perched on the sand.
They were a shade of beige and smooth.
Round and tiny. He could hold one in one hand, if he didn't wish to be careful.
Donovan stared at them.
"I want scrambled eggs for breakfast."
Bertie choked on air.
"Wha- Novan!" he coughed, sitting up in the bed. "That's awful!"
The teenager huffed.
"It's not like they got any ears yet," he grumbled, eyeing the eggs with suspicioun.
By the heavens, he was absolutely exhausted.
To think, that pushing out some foreign objects out of your cloaca could take so much energy.
At least only Bert
Yoshi Character SheetYoshi Character Sheet by ~GemiDonnie
Name: Yoshino Hamato
Nicknames: Yoshi, Lab-rat, Sunshine, Hope, Cookie-nose.
Birthday: 13th March, pisces.
Gender identity: Male.
Sexual orientation: Homosexual.
Height: Shortie, but growing.
Skin: Pale green. Soft, somewhat scarred from medical treatment.
Eyes: Pale amber. Big.
Body-type: Pear-shaped; wide hips, small upper body.
Distinguishing marks: One red stripe by each eye.
Needle scars on arms, scars from broken bones on legs and arms.
Health: Unhealthy, sporting numerous allergies and diseases. List below:
1. Has trouble absorbing D vitamin (sun and calcium)
... meaning that he can easily break his b
HennaWarnings: OCs, gay turtles. Marriage traditions.Henna by ~GemiDonnie
Donovan closed his eyes.
He was feeling stiff; unavoidable, really, as he had been sitting down for an hour already.
The paste was cool against his skin.
Donovan resisted the temptation to sigh as the other turtle began to paint the pattern onto his neck.
Of course the higher Clans couldn’t have simple rituals.
And of course Raphael had to be a dreadful mix- the Hamato tradition of ribbons and bells wrapped around his wrists and ankles were one thing, and would likely be rather annoying once they were put on.
It was the Grewal tradition that took so damnab