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ReflectionIn the midst of waking up in the morning, the humanoid turtle remembers everything he had faced. He failed his ninja assessment, an assessment to take to become a true ninja, and yes, and the bandages on his arms, and the bruises that covered some parts of his body.
Those were the marks of his punishment from his Master Shredder. There was one blow on his wrist, which would've killed him already. But luckily, their doctors were able to stop the bleeding, and shisou was just shamed. His name meaning, Shadow of Death, didn't even prove he was strong.
He was just another failure.
'Look at me,'
The words came out of his mouth gently, as he glanced at the mirror, seeing his naked self.
'I will never pass, for a perfect man,
Or a perfect so-on,
Can it be I'm not meant to play this part?'
He began to dress up, putting on his Foot uniform as he stared at the mirror.
'Now I see,
That if I were truly to be myself,
I would break my family's heart,'
As he put on the last piece of the black and re
The Eggs chapter 6
Warning: Mpreg, Tcest
Summary: Two months after Bishop tried to dissect Donnie, the genius found out he was a girl before the mutagen dropped on all of his brothers when he was kidnapped, now, he faces new trials with his lover Raph. Will they overcome it all? “Raph, these aren’t ostrich eggs, they’re……….ours.
Donatello smiled as their family went on to their normal business. The tension on him was sort of removed right after they confessed their relationship to their family.
He knew the next comfession will drive away all the tension if his family accepted that him and Raph will be parents.
"So Donnie, dya' think we should tell 'em about our kids soon?" Raph asked curiously as he nuzzled his mate's neck in comfort as they watched a movie, both cuddling in the sofa comfortably.
Donnie sighed in bliss as Raph nuzzled his neck softly, closing his eyes as he let the nuzzling continue. But he knew he got to answer soo
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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