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Warnings: Hinted/Mentioned tcest. Pairings: Leo/Don. His head is throbbing with pain. When he opens his eyes, everything is blurry and moving. Leo would prefer to keep still on the floor. To get his bearings, to relax and let the throbbing and nausea go away. But there is the sound of voices; loud and demanding, something like laser guns going off. He manages to get onto his feet. He rubs his head. Narrow his eyes as he tries to focus. Leonardo frowns. It’s a TV. At first he doesn’t believe it, but it truly is. A large screen. A man with black hair and a yellow shirt and- and is that an alien? He stares dumbly at it, bef

Warnings: Slash, AU. Golden AU. Pairings: Usagi/Leo. The desert is not really a place for his kind. There are other rabbits, of course. Their ears are bigger than his, their fur thin and smooth enough to easily fool one into thinking it's merely skin. They are adapted for the desert, for the burning sun and the too hot sand. Not like him and his kin; white fur that is a little too thick, ears made for hearing instead of keeping themselves cool. They need to wear sandals to protect their paws. Still, Usagi cannot imagine living anywhere else. He only vaguely remember a home surrounded by greenness; he was very little back then, and muc

Warnings: mentioning tcest. Pairings: Leo/Don. The sewers forms a dark place. To humans it would border on alien; it is filthy and has an awful stench. It’s dark and slimy, and at times the path is so thin you can barely walk on it. Slippery pipes, the hissing of cockroaches and finally, the scratching sounds of claws upon stone. But it is home, and he feels far more comfortable walking here than topside. It’s dark. At times he walk under a grate, moonlight briefly washing over him. The sound of cars and humans drift down. Distance makes it turn into muffled whispers, and Leonardo feels at peace. Having spent their childhood

Warnings: OCs. Pairing: Reza/Jack. Reza's muscles flexed as he continued to weight-lift. He was working up a nice sweat; muscles were burning pleasantly, and Reza thought about the cake he had been paid to make. They wanted chocolate to be the main ingredient, and the theme to be of zombies. There was supposed to be fake blood and a lot of green. "Man, I had no idea I bought tickets for a gun show today." Reza raised a brow, not even glancing at his boyfriend. "Pérdon?" he asked, grunting as he felt Jack's hand wander over his knee. "I'm gonna guess that means 'excuse me darling, what ever do you mean?'" Jack cheekily replied. "H

Warnings: SAINW. Mainly based on TMNT 2012. Pairing: Leatherhead/Donatello. The sky was grey and his brothers were broken. It was strange and frightening. He didn’t recognize them; only Raphael was anything like Raph, but it wasn’t Raph. He was too teary-eyed and happy, too easily riled up. The short fuse had become a mine waiting to be stepped on. But Leatherhead was there. And somehow, Donatello felt the safest and most comfortable with him. Leatherhead may have grabbed his face back in the normal time, he may have almost bitten Donatello’s head off. He may have once scared the hell out of him, to the degree that Do

Warnings: OCs, drunkness. Pairings: Jack/Reza 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. He sighed. 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

Warnings: Slash, OCs, AU. 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

Name: Yoshino Hamato Nicknames: Yoshi, Lab-rat, Sunshine, Hope, Cookie-nose. Age: 16 Birthday: 13th March, pisces. Sex: Hermaphrodite. 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

Warnings: OCs, gay turtles. Marriage traditions. Pairing: Raphael/Donovan. 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