On a scale of one to ten, with one being not so good and ten being very good, how well do you: a) Kick ass? b) Make love? c) Dance? d) Sing? e) Argue? f) Drive? g) Plan parties? h) Dress? I) Take criticism? j) Cook?



a) 10. Psh, I'd even say 11. Breaks the scale.

b) 10. Be very careful 'bout what you say, Leo.

c) I don't dance. Shaddup, mun, the old movies don't count.

d) I don't sing. 6.

e) 10.

f) My motorcycle? 10. Everything else, hmm, 8.

g) I leave that to Mikey. If it's for Mikey I leave it to Don.

h) Yeah, right.

i) 1.

j) 2.


Muse: Raphael
Fandom: TMNT
Words: 68

When he saw the dark maze he knew that something wasn't right.

( ... )

Well I heard the news that you were back in town
Just passin’ through to claim your lost and found
...
Well you got nerve to waltz right in
And think what’s mine is yours again
...
Cause I’ve been doin’ fine without you
Forgettin’ all the love we once knew

~ Lady Antebellum - Love Don’t Live Here
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"Hey, Leo's back. You better go say hello before he leaves again."

( ... )


Muse: Raphael
Fandom: TMNT
Words: 702

Sometimes I listen to your heartbeat.

The End of the World – As we know it. Does your muse feel fine?
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A lightning illuminates the ruins of New York. A single TV in an abandoned electric shop is still running, the image distorted by the cracks in the broken window. It shows a news reporter, running and talking at the same time but there is no sound except a constant static buzz.

The streets, covered in debris and wrecks, are empty - most of them. It is silent in the city which makes the sporadic noises even louder and more dreadful. Explosions, shattering glass, screams, unearthly growls and howls, thunder. Destruction. A place of death, mirror for all the other places on earth where terror has started to reign.

Sometimes the faces of human beings, survivors, hiding in the shadows, running, always ducking for cover, so scared to leave their hideouts but driven by the need to search for food, for weapons... for hope.

( ... )

What's yer most favorite city sound?

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but that is not always true...


They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but that is not always true.

While his family remembers fondly how they fought together, hung out together, got into trouble together, wrestled over the last slice of pizza together, those memories will fade for Raph, because he makes them, forces them with the raw power of neglect. He's staring at the skyline and hunts them down, just like the criminals down there, because sometimes they break free and haunt him and Raph can't have that. He needs a new life, his own life because he can't survive in his old.

Mikey says 'Do you remember when we all...' and Raph will yell at him to shut up.

He isn't worried - even though Leo stopped writing he knows his brother is out there somewhere, knows just the way Leo knew Splinter was alive such a long time ago. He knows Leo is alright and it makes him angry.

Angry is good. Angry means energy rushes through him. Angry beats hurt.

The hurt is way to bright, exposing him. The darkness in his heart spreads so it doesn't have to see.


Muse: Raphael
Fandom: TMNT
Words: 190

It's not like he's never left New York city before, it's just that this time it's going to be really long and Raph is coming to the point where he has to think about what to pack. He hates packing. Hates looking around, walking up and down in his room, sometimes sitting down, trying to think of what to take along, determining what he will need.

Well, he has the basic survival stuff but now it comes down to the real important things.

Like bug spray, lots of it. Paper, for the letters - he promised, after all. Cereal. His weights. He'd love to travel by bike but he doubts that Leo would let him make his spiritual path into a road trip.

Shame, actually.

Now the big question is - where to put all of his goodies?