QueenOfHeartsNCrows

He was the worst. Hands down the WORST brother ever. It didn’t matter that his brothers told him it all was ok. He. Was. The. WORST! Mikey pouted sadly in the corner of the lair. The lingering smell of pine tickled his nose. But rather than remind him of the fun and warm memories of Christmas, it just reminded him that he, Michelangelo Hamato Splinterson, had lost his family’s Christmas presents.   It wasn’t that he didn’t have presents. He did! He just…didn’t remember where he put them. Now before you get on his case, there was a perfectly good reason why he hid them. Having ninja brothers was awesome, ex

Swish swish Lazy Swish swish Sloppy Swish swish Unworthy Swish Clack The young turtle blinked at the wooden sai trapping his bokken. "Leo...ya gotta stop." The young ninja's panting breath broke off in a sob. "I..I can't...he said...he said I was-" The hothead scoffed. "It ain't true! Ya ain't lazy, Leo. Ya train harder dan any of us!" Slowly the blue-banded turtle shook his head, eyes turned to the floor with unshed tears. "I'm unworthy..." Shoulders slumping in defeat, the newly appointed leader fell to his knees sobbing into his hands. Quickly Raphael followed his brother to the floor, folding him into his arms as Leo quiet

Donnie looked up as Raph came bursting into his lab. "Ok nerd what did ya do ta Mikey?" Donnie glared at the hothead. "What are you talking about Raph?" The red-banded turtle yanked his brother to the door. Angrily, he pointed at their other two brothers sitting in the living room. "Mikey are you feeling ok?" Mikey grinned at Leo happily. "Yeah bro I'm splendiferous." Donnie blinked dumbly. "In fact," Mikey said. "I am vigorously perpending the astonishing virtue of my latest junkyard acquisition." Leo gaped. "Who knew a thesaurus could be so..." Mikey flipped open what was obviously his thesaurus. "Prodigious!"

Klunk hissed around the purple mask in his mouth, as the little drone flew too close to his perch. Angrily, he took a swipe at the little machine. "Donnie! What are you doing to my Fluffykins!" Donnie remained focused on his adversary, balanced on the pipes high above him. "Your damn cat is playing King Kong with my mask," he growled, as once again the drone dove in to catch his mask. "Don't hurt him!" "I'm not going to hurt him! I just need my-" Donnie watched in horror as Klunk leapt from the pipes straight down. Oh no! I didn't mean to do that! Oh shell what if he gets hurt! Mikey will kill me! Donnie shut his eyes tight, waiting f

Mikey stretched his arms back, twisting his neck at an odd angle, trying to get the shell cell just so. "Mikey what are you doing?" Donnie answered Leo from his seat on the couch. "He's taking a selfie Leo." Mikey whipped his head around at Donnie's answer. "No way bro, selfies are SO 2003." Leo frowned in confusion. "Then what are you doing?" Mikey grinned, angling the shell cell once again. "I'm taking a shellfie!"

The kitten gratefully purred in the emerald arms of its savior. That tree was way too high to climb. The woman was so happy to see her missing bus card magically appear on the bench beside her. Along with a note telling her to be careful. The little girl was so happy to see her mommy again. It was nice of the green man with the stick to help her when she was lost. The man gratefully waved at the shadow that had helped catch his tipping food cart. Even if they did run off with a few hot dogs. Leo smiled as he thought about his evening. Glancing around his room, he noticed a freshly brewed cup of tea sitting on his bedside table. Splinter.

It had started as a simple game. A splash here, a dunk there. But like everything they did, it escalated quickly. "Wait! Donnie WAIT! You can't use that!" Donnie grinned as he angled the boat motor towards his severely unprepared brothers. "Sorry Leo," he said as he primed the rip chord. "You guys are sunk." Mikey groaned at the pun before being drowned by a wave of water.

"HeyguyswhenarewegoingtoApril'sshesaidshewasbakingcookiesandshemakesthebestcookiesbutsometimessheputsraisinsinhercookieswhichtotallyruinsthemImeanwhoputsfruitincookiesthatmakesnosensecookiesaresupposedtobepureandsweetandfilledwithchocolateygoodnessandsometimeswithchocolatemilkbutusuallywithregularmilkbutnotthatskimmilkcrap-" Leo stared as his youngest brother cartwheeled across the room, still talking a mile a minute. "Oh my shell..." Leo turned to see a horrified Donatello holding what looked like one of Raph's energy drinks. Leo's eyes widened. "Donnie...please tell me he didn't." Donnie just shook his head. "Sorry Leo. Mikey has drun