#the orange turtle

[amthebrains]

Unique Donnie/Mikey (closed rp)

Donatello pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, starring at the spare parts of one of Boxer Storeman's M.O.U.S.E.R.S. He had reconstructed most of the body and now it look liked a feline outter skeleton, patches of soaked up fake furr and stripes of old clothe with a glue gun on the small counter beside his desk. Starring at the clock he winced realizing that once again he pulled it to 6:00am again straight, this would be another issue with Mikey's over protectiveness about his sleeping schedule and he just couldnt tell him that the last days he wasnt getting any were from working on their first Valentine's gift for him, that would send his comedian lover all the way to guilt's ville. Rubbing his eyes he adjusted the small button up nose he tapped on the robot's face and gave a small grin looking at the picture from his laptop and back and fort. He had finally finished the inner "organs", the emotion chip and sensing sensors on the inside of the metal creature, the lighting and reflection of his eyes almost identical to that one of a real cat.

The only reason the genious wouldnt go the easy path and get a life breathing kitten was his sensible sensei and father. Rodents and felines down mix. Period. Turning his light lamp of he prepared himself a cup of coffee just as Leo's morning knock to training took place behind his door. Faking his best yawn and waking voice he responded. "Coming...just a sec..". Hearing nothing but leaving footsteps he sighed in relief having time to hide his metallic surprise and retriving to the dojo.

[the-psychopainter-blog]

What I feel like every time I go past the toy section at walmart when I'm with the-orange-turtle

[riful-of-the-west]

Itty Bitty Shitty City

"I hate cities..." Riful muttered to herself, though she was sure nobody would hear. She slid down the man hole. A normal person could not lift the weight of a man hole cover, apparently, but it was quite easy for her. She was, without a doubt, a monster. A few hundred pound was easy for her.

The stink here, no matter how strong, covered the smell of human, for the most part. The small brunette hated humans. She hated the way a large group smelled and she hated their loud sounds. It was enough to give her a migraine. Shit smelled like shit. It wasn't something was wasn't used to. She ate innards, she they didn't smell that different from shit. It was almost smoothing to her.

There was not reason for her to check to see if she was alone down here or not. Why would anyone else say in a sewer, besides, she felt safe, no matter where she was.