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Kiss the Donnie - Oneshot!-Okay! This is for a contest and it takes place in the “Stars Abright” Universe made by AJB66613 and I!! Hope you guys love this oneshot!!
Disclaimer: I own no turtles....
~~~Kiss the Donnie~~~
Raph groaned as he sat down on the couch, completely exhausted. He had a long day and it still wasn't done. He first had to fix the leak in the bathroom, then something on the Battle Shell went down; making him go and play mechanic since Donnie was taking care of the three-year old Orion. After finally fixing the Battle Shell, Raph then had to go to his office (which was his old room) and do some research on his newest target. Sometimes it sucked being one of the best mercenaries in the whole friggin East Coast.
But right now, it was after dinner and the tallest turtle was going to watch a movie with his kid and mate. Leo was off on a training run while Mikey was at his job. Splinter was with April, both of them trying to get Casey into the Supernatural Fandom. So it was just Donnie,
Animal Instincts Chapter 2I know, I know. I was an evil bitch from where I ended the previous chapter but my muse decided to be an evil fucking witch. BUT fear not! This is the second chapter of "Animal Instincts"! :3
Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. Nor will I ever...Unless I save up the money...
Donnie knew there was a God now...and they must love to fuck with him. Why? For coming towards he and his brothers was Master Splinter. The three ninja and human got on their knees, bowing towards their master. The newly named Raphael was looking on with mild interest and curiosity, hand still resting on the tiger's back. And said tiger was softly growling at the old rat. Splinter looked at the two of them, slowly saying, "Leonardo, explain. Now."
Leo looked back at Raphael and narrowed his grey eyes at him. How dare he not respect Splinter?! Focusing, the leader replied, "We went to stop an illegal fighting ring tonight
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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