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Favourite genre of music: Rock, Hip-Hop
Favourite cartoon character: TMNT
Cat NappingCat Napping by MissMoMo1990
Raphael tried not to think about how much every inch of his body hurt. His head throbbed, his muscle ached, his cuts stung, and his bruises were tender. Tucked in his hammock with his left leg dangling over the edge, he slung an arm over his face to shield his eyes as he waited for the aspirin he had reluctantly taken to start working.
The hothead had paid dearly for his time out with Casey last night. While the pair had gotten their wishes for some vigilante action fulfilled by a group of wannabe gangsters trying to break into a liquor store, the fight had been far from easy. Victorious, the pair had shuffled on home in the wee hours of the morning, both bearing new battle scars.
Which, of course, had drawn Master Splinter's attention.
That and the fact that Raph's sleep-deprived state had left him sluggish during training and much more susceptible to his brothers' attacks as they sparred. His subpar performance had earned him the old rat's fury and he had spent the better part of the
Forgotten P18Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT sadlyForgotten P18 by orangebarmy
Summary: He awoke in darkness alone and covered in blood but the scariest part was not knowing the face who looked back at him.
Warning: tiny mention of turtlecest and a little bit of swearing- if you don't like don't read
Note: This is a collaboration with :icongameguy199: This is the 2012 turtles.
Instantly Raph snarled, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Master Splinter turned to look at him; normally the older rat’s glare would have been enough to silence Raph, but right now he didn't care. He met his father’s gaze with a simmering fury.
“Master Splinter, Mikey is still injured! He’s in no condition to train!” Raph added by way of explanation.
As the echo of Raph’s voice died down Master Splinter continued to look at Raphael. He had learned a long time ago that to challenge his hot headed son immediately was never a smart move. Even giving him half a minute to cal
Snapshots of Time XIVSnapshots of Time XIV by Hummerhouse
Snapshots of Time XIV
Warning: Contains TCest
“I hate it when the sanitation guys go on strike,” Raph griped as he and his brothers sloshed through the sewers. “If it ain’t the stink from garbage stacking up in the alleys, it’s the piles blocking the maintenance ladders.”
They rounded a bend in the tunnel and stopped when they spotted an almost solid wall of garbage bags directly in their path. The uppermost bags were unbroken, but the ones at the bottom of the pile had split and spilled their contents.
“Gross,” Mikey said, his lips curling back in disgust.
“I don’t enjoy this any more than you guys do, but we can’t leave it this way,” Leo said firmly. “These access points are too close to our home and if we need them in an emergency, I don’t want to get bogged down by a mountain of trash.”
“Why must people attempt to dispose of their uncollected garbage by tossing it do