#what if i :3 threw a baby at the turtles :3

[erasedvoice]

i have. an idea

it involves a lost baby mutant and four turtles and two humans,,, :3

[dancingdonatello]

hiiii!! I really like your works and I wanted to know if you could write the rise turtles where their crush meets their future selves and their crush is giving all their attention to the future versions. They get jealous and some time after the future versions leave, they confess-

Sorry if you've already got this before!! And thanks for reading this :3

rise tmnt x reader

Raph pouted to himself as you touched all the scars and spikes of his future self. Sure, it was cool to see he got even bigger, even spikier, and even cooler in the next few years, but it wasn’t as nice to watch you fawn all over him.

How could he even convince himself he was better than his future self? They looked nearly identical but Raph was missing an eye. So he was younger, less experienced, and minus an eye. Clearly, he was losing this make believe battle.

When you passed him, Raph made sure to grab you and hold you against his side. You looked up at him in surprise but he looked away, pretending it wasn’t out of character for him to manhandle you. He risked a glance at his future self and looked away embarrassed at the knowing look. Ugh.

No way he could hide his crush any longer from you.

Leo rolled his eyes as his future self recounted yet another tale of saving a baby from a Kraang monster. You ate it up, eyes shining up at future Leo with adoration.

Leo may have started the invasion, but he also managed to stop it before it could kill all of humanity. So, ha! Future Leo had failed… It was weird to bully himself.

Whatever. He continued to glare at himself, tapping his fingers impatiently. You and him were supposed to go out to eat in two-ish minutes and yet you were still chatting it up with him. He’d have to make sure by the end of that day that you were his and his alone. No future version of himself included.

He crushed up a napkin in front of him and threw it at his future self’s forehead. The larger turtle glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at him. He grabbed you, opened a portal, and took you far, far away from the other turtle. Finally, he was alone with you. So what if he was jealous of himself? He was a looker, that’s for sure.

Did you have to feel up his muscles so obviously? Donnie glowered from a distance, arms crossed and posture tense. And you were talking about all of his tech that he made. Well, Donnie could probably do better than that old turtle could do in a wasteland. Why weren’t you talking to him instead?

Not long after the future Donatello gets distracted by something Mikey is doing, Donnie uses a metal claw to drag you away into his more private lab. “You’re allowed to touch only me.” He glared down at you while you blinked at him innocently, clueless.

“I’m the only one allowed to touch you?” He slapped a hand to his face. “Oh!” Your eyes gleamed. “Were you jealous?”

“No,” he grumbled, leaning away from you as you tried to press close to his face. “I could care less about you.”

“So you COULD care less? So you do?” He froze at his mistake as you joyfully giggled.

Mikey bit at his lip, watching anxiously as you ‘ooh’ed and ‘aw’ed over future him’s magic. Come on! Future him totally knew what he was doing at this point. He knew Mikey couldn’t do any of that cool stuff.

He stood off to the side dejectedly as you finally returned to his side. He’d probably learn all of those eventually, but he couldn’t help but still feel like an idiot who didn’t know how to do it just yet. He looked at you with sad puppy eyes. “You still think I’m cool, right?”

“Of course? You’re the same person?” You were confused. He pouted.

“You don’t love him more than me?”

“Mikey… you’re a lot cuter than your future self.” You stared at future Mikey who had somehow grown hair and then balded. Unlucky, very unlucky. “Just promise me you won’t grow hair.”

“Deal!” He hugged you tight and picked you up, dragging you away from his future self.

[ninnosaurus]

Yo NINNO! It’s turtle tats!

If you’re still doing the pining prompt request, can I ask for Bayverse Mikey and…. “You like them, don't you?" "I-...no. Possibly. Maybe. Fine, yes." "Hmm, why don't you tell them?" "I can't, I don't want to ruin what we have for what I wish to have. They wouldn't. They could never like me back like that."

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HI TATTIE

Yeh, lets go! I had some trouble with this because I had this clear scene in my head but it was harder to write out than I thought it would be so ahahaaha 🫠 Hope you like it though <333

Contains: Bay!Mikey and Leo. Leo being a lil shit. Pining. Mikey is a lil sad :( but its okay. Gender neutral... uhhh... Leo is wearing grey sweatpants, iykyk 😏 AN: The link provided in the text is for a simple google search to show what kind of "scratch art" I mean in case anyone doesn't know what it is.

“There you are.” 

“Huh? Oh, hi Leo.”

Mikey looked up at his oldest brother. “Didn't think you liked going up here unarmed.” 

The eldest was unusually dressed down for going topside. While Mikey was correct that he didn't like going topside without his gear, he also didn't feel like putting it all on after a shower. Only putting on a pair of sweats and slippers and letting his blue mask hang from his neck. Leo chuckled and patted Mikey's head before sitting down on the ledge. 

“I got my stars on me.” 

The brothers sat in silence for a while. Watching a cat jump down from a reeling. Some people laughed at a party somewhere as a glass broke. 

Leonardo glanced down at how Mikey turned his phone around in his hands. 

“You're uncharacteristically quiet tonight, Mikey. Are you okay?” He leaned back on his hands to give his baby brother some space. 

It was like Mikey's entire being deflated. He wasn't new to showing his feelings, the only one who bested him in emotions was Raphael.  He looked down at the device in his hand, pressing the lock button to check for messages. But like it had been the past four hours, it was empty. 

“ ‘m good.” 

“You sure?”

“...no.” 

“Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Leo glanced at Mikey's back as he fiddled with his own phone before putting it down next to him. 

The youngest shrugged. “I don't know what's there to talk about, bro. I sent them a text four hours ago. Still no answer.” 

His brother hummed. 

“You like them, don't you?” 

Michelangelo turned sharply back to look at his brother. “I-... No. Possibly. Maybe. Fine, yes.” He groaned at the shit eating grin and laugh Leo shot him before he turned back to look at the street below again. “Very funny…” 

Leo tapped the screen on his phone again. “Hmm, why don't you tell them?” 

Orange threw his hands up. “I can't! I… Don't want to ruin what we have for what I wish to have.” He unlocked his phone and navigated to his photos. A sigh leaving him as he looked at a picture he'd taken off you in secret. Bathed in fairy lights, a look of concentration on your face as you were nose deep in a scratch art piece. “They wouldn't. They could never like me back like th-” 

His heart nearly jumped out his chest and he almost dropped his phone when a call came in with your name on it. 

You barely gave him time to say “hi” when he answered it. 

“You like me?” 

Leonardo held his phone up to Mikey's face, showing a conversation between him and you illuminating the youngest face. 

Sent 10:45 PM hey, I'm calling you. But don't speak, alright? 

adopted annoyance 10:46 PM Okay? Why? 

Sent 10:46 PM Just listen to me

adopted annoyance 10:48 PM  Fine fine 🙄 

The look on Mikey's face when he realized what Leo had done would forever be ingrained in his mind. He laughed before whispering “good luck, lil bro. See ya at home”, turned and began to walk back home to the lair.

Tag list :3 : @avery73 @thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @redsrooftopprincess @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos Please let me know if I missed you c:

[my-anndreamer]

Find Home AU: Info

This AU takes place during the time when Splinter and the 4 turtles were looking for their home. That is, the moment when they still wandered around the city and wandered from place to place while Draxum was looking for them.

After escaping from the laboratory, Splinter saw that three of the 4 turtles began to actively mutate and grow rapidly. And finally, Raph grew overnight and became the age and height of a 3-year-old, Leo and Donnie grew a little, which was the equivalent of 2-year-olds, Mikey hardly grew at all.

Looking for food,Yoshi found Draxum who was very angry and looking for him, the yokai threw away a strange folder that the rat picked up and read shocked at the information in there.

The "green folder" or the folder in which Draxum wrote how the turtles were being prepared for mutation, there he recorded everything he did with the turtles. From that folder, Yoshi learned that Draxum had to steal turtle eggs in order to inject them with drugs that strengthened the animals' immune systems. At the very beginning, he had about 100 eggs. Out of all of them, only three eggs survived, Draxum searched for three years in search of Box Turtle eggs, and in order not to waste time, he mutated the surviving turtles and the newly hatched baby Box Turtle.

Splinter took great care of this folder so that in the future he would use this knowledge to take care of his sons. Literally everything was written in that folder.

Rat taught his sons to be silent and invisible like ninjas in order to survive. The first year, he carried Leo and Donnie on his back, because they still had weak legs, Mikey generally slept all day, because box turtles hibernate, and when he was mutated it was cold and he slept. ( Most people usually refer to it as hibernation, but technically, Box Turtles don't hibernate. Brumation is a winter cool-down which allows the turtle to survive when food is scarce, and temperatures are lower. Turtles burrow into soft soil and enter into a period of sluggishness, inactivity and torpor. But Splinter didn't know it so he call it hibernate and in the green folder it is not written about it, because that moment was spoiled )

Therefore, for almost six months, the older turtles did not know what their father was wearing on his chest, and what was snoring so quietly there. Splint was afraid to take out the sleeping Mikey so that he would not catch a cold, Mikey could wake up every now and then, and then he was given formula. So when spring came he could be said to introduce the other turtles to their brother.

I apologize for the mistakes that may be here

[hemmohaze]

The One Where They’re Quarantined Together

June 2020

Gabriella’s been living with Luke since Los Angeles issued a shelter in place order for the entire state so he suggested instead of her commuting from Orange County from her apartment to his house everyday, just move her stuff in.

101 Dalmatians was playing as background noise for Petunia and her new cocker spaniel she adopted through a friend of Crystal. She named her Rowan. The two dogs immediately getting along the minute she brought her home.

Gabriella got up from their bed and slipped her feet in her fuzzy slippers, her feet muffling any sound as she made her way down the kitchen and making a pineapple açaí bowl she's been craving for the past 2 hours. She heard four sets of paws running towards her as she hit her leg and gave her best puppy eyes.

"You want some pineapple girlies?" She baby talked them. Their tails wagging back and forth.

Gabriella threw three individual slices of the fruit on the floor as Petunia and Rowan ate it and Petunia waddled to the couch while Rowan played with her turtle chew toy.

She heard the noise of a guitar and faint singing coming from the basement. Figuring she hasn't seen Luke in a while, she made him a glass of iced water. Whenever he’s writing music time isn’t a thing to him.

She trotted downstairs trying to muffle the sound her steps as she reached the dimly lit room, The Mac book being the only source of light in the space.

She knew about his life on the road from such a young age. He was constantly on the go and this is the first time in 5 years he's had a chance to sit back and relax. Except that's the farthest thing he was doing. Standing in the doorway he doesn’t even acknowledge her presence, way too focused on the guitar sitting on his lap and the voice memo he’s recording.

Gabriella likes to sit in the room with him sometimes whenever he's been writing and to give him some ideas or just company. It makes her feel peaceful and relaxed listening to his voice. He’s so creative and that’s something she admired about him.

She walked up to him and placed her chin on his broad shoulder. "Hey."

He turned around and looked at her, already smiling at her. "Hi."

"I got you some water." She stated as she put the glass down.

He rubbed his eyes and silently thanked her with a kiss on the lips and gesturing for her to take a seat next him.

She took a seat on the couch in the corner of the room being careful to not trip on any stray wires to sit next to him. Laying her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her back, fingertips brushing against her exposed spine.

“You okay baby? That sounds a little too sad? Even for you.” She asked concerned.

He smiles somberly and almost looked amused. “It’s not meant to sound that sad to be completely honest with you. It’s more of a look into how seventeen year old me felt as a teenager at the time y’know thick into the music industry. I have most of the lyrics but now I needed a guitar riff for it.” He explained.

“Can I hear the full song or whatever you have?” Bianca asked softly looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Course you can baby.” He smiled at her, picking up the blue guitar.

"All this running in motion time slips by till you’re lost in your mind,” He starts until he gets to the end of what he has. Looking up from his guitar he sees faint tears in his girlfriend’s eyes, making him concerned.

“What’s wrong?? Do you not like it.” He quickly asked.

"It's so beautifully sad Lu." She laughed through a sob.

"So these are happy tears right??" He questioned unsurely.

She nodded and threw her head back in laughter.

"But 3 days from now is CALM release day! Aren’t you so excited! " She shook his shoulders excitedly.

“I’m gonna be severely underwhelmed.” He joked making Gabriella slap his chest.

“You little shit.”

——————

Gabriella took the album release very seriously around the house as she bought a cake from Publix and noise makers in the color scheme of the album. She also delivered the noise makers to the other boys front porch’s and a little care package for them since they definitely all won’t be able to hang out as a group for a while.

She decided to be a good girlfriend and make celebratory waffles for all of the bands hard work that finally paid off. On her mind was also a celebratory blowjob for Luke, but he didn't need to know all her plans

Luke smelled waffles and groaned slightly as he pushed Petunia off his leg as she looked at him with a face that read 'I wanna murder you'

He slid on a t shirt and walked downstairs to see Gabriella listening to 'Vapor' as she cleaned the kitchen up in nothing but an oversized sweatshirt and some purple lace panties.

"I want to breathe you in like a vapor I want to be the one you remember." She sung to Rowan in her arms.

"Really? You couldn't have picked something from Youngblood to sing to her. At least thats two years instead of 5.” He laughed at her swaying the puppy who yipped at Luke to get his attention.

"Sounds Good Feels Good was the reason I became a fan so this album is special to me. Plus I went to Sounds Live Feels Live in LA with my best friend and that’s when I fell in love with you so don’t even." She defended.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

“Your voice is a blessing her puppy ears to the pop punk goodness that is Sounds Good Feels Good. I don’t think you should be treating me like this whenever I woke up extra early and made you waffles.” She pushed the plate towards him and a cup of coffee.

———

The band took shifts over their instagram live later that evening. First it was Ash by himself on an iPad, might add. Then Micheal and Calum, yet Micheal’s phone died before he could talk about Best Years. Now it was Luke’s turn.

Gabriella sat curled in a fluffy blanket on their shared bed rewatching Vampire Diaries while Luke attempted to join Calum on his livestream. He finally got it to work after 2 minutes of Calum struggling.

“How old are you Cal? 90?” Gabriella joked as soon as Luke joined Calum, the two yelling in excitement of seeing each other.

“Did Ella just call me old?” Calum’s laughter rang through the phone.

“Sure did dude.”

Luke shook his head slightly, reading the comments of people calling his girlfriend funny and asking where she is.

“Lemme give the children what they want.” He sighed in fake annoyance turning the phone to Gabriella who waved her hand with a smile. “Hi you guys!”

“What are you drinking, wait lemme guess.” Calum asked as he saw Luke’s tequila cup when he turned the phone back around.

“Ahhh tewqulia.”

“We ran outta beer so second best option here.”

“Bit of naughty water.” Luke said in a weird english accent that made Gabriella chuckle slightly.

At some point during their segment they started talking about cake flavors instead of the album tracks.

“How do you not like red velvet cake??” Calum asked in pure confusion.

“Well, it’s not the fact I don’t like it. I mean- you don’t go to a birthday party and they sing happy birthday and then they cut the cake, you’re like ‘eh red velvet cant wait to eat this one.’

Sometime during that conversation Gabriella ended up falling asleep. Luke gathered Petunia and Rowan so they could go potty before they slept anywhere near their room or in Rowan’s case on the bed since she always finds some way to sleep on Gabriella.

“Ella.” He whispered shaking her shoulder slightly. “How did you fall asleep that fast?”

“The sound of your annoying voice lulled me to sleep.” She laughed slightly.

The two laid together later cuddled up watching some random rom com but it was mostly background noise as they were heavily making out. Gabriella pulled on his lap as he took in her appearance. Black ribbed tank top and some blue silk shorts she got in some sale at La Perla a couple years ago.

Luke pulled back slightly and leaned his forehead on hers. “I think I heard something about a blowjob earlier this morning. I think I deserve one now that the album’s officially out.”

“Hm maybe you do for all your late nights and hard work.”

She quietly tied her hair up before moving down and kissing his waistband of his shorts, inflecting a groan from him. She pulled his dick from his basketball shorts as her eyes widened in excitement. Nothing compared when she got to suck him off.

“Shit.” He cursed when he felt her tongue kitten lick his tip.

She spit in her hand and slowly jerked him off. She slipped him as far as she could go and jerked the rest she couldn’t in her freshly manicured hands.

“Your mouth is so good.” He groaned as she made a choking noise.

She knew he was close by the way he was basically whining for her mouth as she widened her green eyes more making her look innocent as ever as spit covered her chin.

“Fuck, open your mouth.” He quickly said.

She obeyed as she stuck out her tongue waiting for his release, she felt it coat her mouth and some on her chest. Gabriella stuck out her tounge proudly displaying nothing.

“Good girl.”

He pulled his shorts back up his legs and grabbed a tissue, cleaning his release up off her chest.

Her hair clung to her sweaty neck due to the heat of the room as she had a dazed out look in her eyes.

“You okay??” Luke questioned noticing her dazed and confused look.

She nodded and climbed on top of him and laid her head on his chest.

“Happy album release,” She smirked grabbing a yellow noise maker from the bedside table and blowing it into his ear making him flinch.

“Jesus Christ.”

[yellowhollyhock]

1,2,3 for 87 Raph. 7 and 8 for any 03 turtle :)

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okay here's 87 Raphael

1 Why do you like/dislike this character

Okay so when I first watched 1987 it was in the context of having seen 03 and rise and knowing a little about mirage because of this turtle documentary I had watched. So as soon as Raph came on screen and started snarking I was just.. it was just such an interesting take on one of my favorite turtles while also being a quintessential example of a character archetype that I enjoy for completely separate reasons. Raphael would be worth 10 seasons by himself if the rest of the show weren't great (which it is)

One of the first things that stuck in my head forever was when they had Baxter Stockman tied up asking him who he works for and Raph pulls out his sai and threatens to "get sarcastic," cue the light hitting the sharp point. Stockman immediately tells all and Raphael says with this charming grin directly to the fourth wall, "Nothing beats cutting wit"

and I was like ALSKDJRIWOWIB they they because Mirage Raph is the 'crazy one' who goes off by himself on wild adventures and always wants to help everyone 03 Raph is the 'angry one' who pushes back against Leo's decisions to keep them balanced rise Raph combined those by being the stressed older brother-- I would never have anticipated Witty Raph Sarcastic Raph Fourth Wall Breaker Raph but it makes so much sense this is the perfect missing link

And it was very fun to watch him develop more and more into his own Funny Man personality. I love how when he doesn't have a quip he's usually just watching. Probably because it's hard to write clever quips all the time akdjdhsj but being a quiet watcher until he isn't is such a Raph thing and yet in the way it's done in 87 it's so uniquely Raphael.

Also I think he's a great brother. He's so supportive of Leonardo. He goofs around with Michelangelo. He and Donatello are constantly ripping each other apart verbally and also would die for each other in a heartbeat and also would kill each other for the last slice of pizza. I like how it's really impossible to get an age order with them, and Raphael especially I feel milks being the youngest when he can and lets the other guys do the responsible things but also will Older Brother them if the opportunity presents itself

Like he will be goofing off during training all the time, and one day Splinter splits them up Leonardo and Donatello (taking it seriously) vs Michelangelo and Raphael (not taking it seriously) and I love him in this episode so much. It's the fact that he's always doing this but when pressed he has this angsty teenager answer like "it's not like this training is intense enough to prepare us for Shredder anyway." But split into teams, now he's invested, and that's very unfortunate for him because Michelangelo isn't alsjdhajs. So Raphael is trying to hold his own against Leo and Don while also trying to convince Michelangelo to put the hammock away and help him. It's a very good episode for an example of Raphael being Baby when he can but also not when he doesn't feel like it.

Plus there's something down-to-earth about Raphael compared to his bros. Maybe it's the dry humor. Maybe it's the way he actually wants to run away from danger instead of towards. But he just strikes me as so... idk how to describe it, but out of all the turtles in the multiverse 87 Raphael is Just Some Guy. I mean in the zaniest way possible but idk how else to describe it. I think he's neat

also also he threw a couch at Donatello, what's not to like?

2 Favorite canon thing about this character

He loves disguises! It's a hobby he got into because he felt like he needed a special thing to contribute to the team 😭 He's so silly I love him so much

3 Least favorite canon thing about this character

umm.. huh. uhhhhh

The fact that raphibians (raph x mona x genghis) isn't canon

(or is it 👀)

(just kidding it is not)

Aaand I'm answering for 03 Donny because he's my favorite

7 something fandom does that I like

I like how the fandom gives him lasting consequences from all the craziness he went through. Headaches and emotional trauma from the mind probe, blaming himself for Honeycutt's temporary death, Kirby's disappearance, his second mutation... and especially SAINW. I love when he is dismissive of his own pain only for it to bite back hard down the road.

8 something fandom does that I don't like

I'm pretty chill generally, and I haven't come across characterizations that I find horrible, certainly not consistently. I also feel like he's a very, i guess balanced? character and thus hard to mess up. Like if you make him a soft little guy who just wants everyone to get along, you are right he is like that. If you make him a crazy scientist who just wants to see how far he can go without much thought to the consequences, you are also right he is like that too. If you make him totally logical and out of touch with his feelings I am kissing your forehead I love you so much, if you make him deeply emotional and very aware of it and coaching others through their feelings I am also kissing you you are so right I love you.

Okay I thought of something, I don't like when he's shipped with April. It's generally pretty easy to avoid but I do come across it once in a while.

[angelpuns]

SPINOFF KID LEO AU (fan story)

Part 3

Dad had come to Mikey's "rescue." It appeared to be that the kids were in the room of a certain blue turtle, why were they there? "Papá, when is Leo coming back?" Donnie just looked away, so it was his idea to ask. Apparently he won't admit it, and neither wanted to be the one to ask. They had Leo, but this wasn't the Leo they ever knew, this was different… and not because time travel. 

"What are you talking about? Leo's in the kitchen." Splinter knows what they actually mean. 

"NO! Not that Leo. Our Leo." He cleared. It was confusing to know which one they were talking about. Honest mistake, Mikey thought.

Splinter didn't know what to say. He didn't have any answers for them. He was also worried and confused, much more worried than confused. Where is his baby blue? Is he fine? Was he hurt? Was he...? Splinter didn't want to think the worst. He didn't want to have those thoughts but he can't help to wonder, When will he have him back? As a parent it is painful to lose a child. That you want to do something about it, but feel completely powerless, useless because no matter what, you can't do anything but wait. But at the same time, Splinter had some hope.. he thinks that if this Leo is his baby blue but from the future then that means his child is okay and that eventually he'll be back safe and sound... Even so, he had other three to look after. He needed to continue with his head up, he had to. For his children. 

Mikey was getting mad, he had no answers and nobody wanted to tell him what's going on. He's no dumb, it's just that everything is new to him, he is still learning. Would this ever happen to him when he gets older? Hope not. 

Mikey saw big Leo at the door or curtain, indicating not to snitch his hiding spot. The toddler mimicked said action. Why is he so cute? Leo thought. "C'mon kids, let's get out of your brother's room." Splinter said, picking up Mikey and grabbing Raphie's hand. Mikey didn't take his eyes off Leo any moment.

"NO!" Donnie yelled "He is not my brother. He's just impersonating him. I want my twin, I want my real brother." Donnie had snapped. He hardly showed emotions, and when he did, he tried to be the best possible to keep it bottled. And twins? Donnie never would've admitted, he might be glued at Leo's side at all times, but never admit that they have a special bond like twin relation. 

Leo didn't know how to feel. On one hand he could feel touched because his favorite twin wants and will fight to get him back, but on the other, he could feel hurt because the kids don't want him, but his other version of him. The past version of him. For some reason that kinda felt like someone threw a rock at him. 

Donnie cried. Mikey cries when he sees someone sad. He was the most empathetic of all of them. On Raph's side, he cries when he is incapable. The least Leo could do is to make the kids like him by the time he's being held there. For a moment he thought they liked him, but that's not near the true feelings. What can he do for them? Beside bringing back his short version... toys mayhaps? 

Leo as hardly he could, went out without being noticed. A couple of minutes had passed, Donnie had already calmed down and the other two turtles just pretended like nothing happened. Donnie gets too embarrassed after, and everyone asking his feelings made it worse. It was better to let him be. Raph and Mikey were playing with their cars, although they only had one. And Donnie was reading, not a book, but a magazine. It might not have anything interesting, nor some science facts, but it helps him practice his reading. 

While Splinter looked around the lair, the older turtle was nowhere to be seen. This worried him so much. Did he return to his time? Did something happen to him? Where is he? 

Side note: I did this in honor of Angel and his amazing blog/Au. If you liked it, I could continue with the small side, side, non-official, fan story. If not, is also fine, (it's my first time writing a story) I would love to hear some feedback and your opinion. 

Another side note: I had to re-do this part because the original went lost in a different blog. I apologize 😔

Thank you for reading 💙

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OMG I READ THIS THIS MORNING AND FORGOT TO RESPOND BUT AAAAAA YIPPEEE OMGGGG!!!! WHERE DID HE GO OH NOOO

[scholastic-dragon]

💕❣️😢Small angst with bayturtles

Reader is April and Casey's child (they'll be the turtles niece/nephew) and they got into an accident after saving a child from being hit by a car. The reader is gonna be ok but they're slowly recovering.

This is just an excuse to see uncle turtle brothers 😭

I'm not sure if you meant it this way, but I am not killing off April and Casey, they're just very badly injured and in the hospital.

Vern is (somehow) one of the Godfathers and brings the child down to the lair. Also, I'm making the child a toddler, cause I think the boys interacting with a baby is cute.

This isn't really an 'x reader' fic cause I have no idea how to write like the reader is a toddler, so I'm naming the baby Emma (cause it's easy and simple).

Family Matters

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: talking about car crashes, crying toddlers, solid uncle moments, spelling mistakes, it jumps around quite a bit, but it's so everyone gets a moment with the baby, if you don’t like babies don’t read it, 

Summary: the turtles take care of their Niece while April and Casey are in the hospital.

The brothers hadn't gotten up so fast in years. Hearing Donnie's worried cries through the lair as he ran around the lair waking up the others.

It was the longest 24 hours of their lives. Having gotten a call from Vern at 3 AM telling them that April, Casey and their niece, Emma, had gotten into a car crash.

April and Casey were fine but had several broken bones and internal bleeding and had to stay at the hospital for many days. Their niece had a few scratches, but was thankfully alright (thank goodness for her carseat).

They all waited in the living room for Vern to arrive, he had been given temporary guardian-ship and was brining her to stay with the turtles.

"He should've been here by now," Raph grumbled, pacing by the sewer entrance.

"He had to get the car seat in the car, get Emma in the car and grab all her things from April and Casey's apartment-" Leo sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch, leg bouncing.

"Plus, the hospital is also over 30 minutes away, he's probably still on the road," Donnie interrupted, coming out of the kitchen with a granola bar, the first thing he's eaten this morning.

"And he said he'd text us when he got to the manhole cover," Mikey added, sitting next to Leo. "We just....just have to wait,"

"I'm tired of waiting!" Raph threw his hands up. "I'm tired of not knowing anything, we still have no idea what actually happened!"

"My sons," Splinter exited his room, despite his calm voice the brothers knew he was just as worried as them. "We must all take deep breaths, I know this is frightening but we must do this for April and Casey. They need us,"

Raph sighs, lowering his head as Splinter walks up to him. "You're right, I'm sorry, Sensei,"

"You need not apologize, my son, we're all worried," He reaches out a hand and gently sqeezes his arm, offering a warm smile.

Donnie's phone beeped in his pocket, everyone's head snaps toward him. Stuffing the granola bar into his mouth, he yanks his phone out of his pants.

"He's here," His voice is muffled by the granola, everyone jumps from their spots and rushes down the tunnels.

Reaching the manhole cover, Leo climbs up first, lifting the metal and peeking out into the alleyway.

Pushing the manhole cover over, he pulls himself out, seeing Vern standing beside one of the dumpsters. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked exhausted. In his arms was a baby carrier.

The others quickly climbed up as well, Donnie ducking down to check on the toddler.

Her eyes and cheeks were red from crying but she was mostly okay, with just a small bruise on her elbow. She squirmed and whined in the carrier.

"Come, let's get back inside and get Vern and the baby something to eat and perhaps a bath," Splinter says.

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Vern vented to the brothers and Splinter in the kitchen, he didn't know exactly what happened, but it wasn't April or Casey's fault.

They were returning from a visit to Casey's family farmhouse and they pulled to a stop at a red light, but some asshole wasn't looking and drove across the road, smashing the front of his car into theirs.

Mikey felt sweaty and nervous and offered to take Emma and give her a bath. He was thankful they could all tell he was setting overwhelmed and wanted a moment.

Mikey knelt by the side of the tub, watching Emma chew on a small rubber ducky. Squirting a small amount of of shampoo onto his palm, he carefully lathered it in her soft hair.

Covering her eyes, Mikey rinsed out all the soap, grabbing one of the boat toys by the side of the tub and pushing it through the water.

"Is that fun?" He cooed, smiling as her eyes went wide watching the boat float in the water.

"We have fun bath time with Uncle Mikey," Mikey looked at his niece, a wave of sadness coming over him. She looked like April, she had those large inquisitive eyes and little button nose. He was so worried for her, and Casey.

Emma was looking up at him, and started to fuss, kicking her feet and wining.

"Emmy, what's wrong?" Mikey snapped out of his daze, reaching an arm out to rub her back.

She fussed more, starting to move around in the tub.

"You wanna get out?" She whined louder, putting her small hands on the edge of the tub, starting to pull herself up. "Alrightly, let's get out,"

He grabbed her towel from her bag by his side, wrapping it around her shoulders and pulling her hood up.

It was a soft yellow towel with a duck head on the hood. She still squirmed and whined in his arms, face going red, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Mikey bounced her on his side, pulling the plug on the bath, grabbing the rubber duck she was playing with and speaking it. "We're you just really done with your bath?"

"Perhaps, it's not the bath," Splinter peeked into the bathroom, strolling in and standing by Mikeys side.

"What do you mean?"

"Children feed off of emotions," He ran a gentle finger down the side of her plush cheeks, adjusting her hood slightly. "She sensed you were upset and it made her fussy,"

Mikey sighed. "I was thinking about April and Casey. I'm just really worried about them,"

"I know, were all worried, but our jobs right now are to look after little Emma here," Splinter reached his arms out toward her. "Come here little one, let's go get dressed with Grandpa Splints,"

She was still a little fussy, but she'd calmed down feeling how calm Splinter was.

Mikey handed over Emma and her bag of clothes and bath things, watching Splinter take her to his room. He smiled thinking this was how he was when him and his brothers were babies.

Splinter set Emma down on his bed, placing her bag on the floor in front of her. Picking out two pairs of pajamas he held them up for her.

"Which one would you like?" Her small hand grabbed the one in his left hand, covered in little turtles.

"Yes, I like this one too," He smiled, putting her arms and legs into the onesise and zipping her up. "Comfy?"

She babbled softly, reaching her arms up toward him. He leaned down, picking her up and setting her on his hip and bringing her to the kitchen.

"Let's have dinner,"

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She -surprisingly- ate all her mashed foods and sat without fuss in her high chair, allowing everyone in the lair to take a breather and eat peacefully.

They'd babysat for April and Casey dozens of times, but everytime they knew at the end of the night they'd come back and pick up Emma. Now they had no idea how long she'd stay with them and when April and Casey would be sent home.

Leo and Donnie had dish duty so they cleaned up the plates as Raph and Mikey brought Emma to the living room.

Donnie had set up her playpen, filled with a soft blanket and her favorite toys. Mikey set her down and she immediately crawled around sitting by her blocks.

Mikey and Raph put something on the TV, they're not sure what it is, but it's a distraction as they sprawl across the couches.

After about 30 minutes of them staring blankly at the screen, Emma starts whining. Raph looks over to see her standing in the playpen, hands pressed against the railing, with large teary eyes.

"What's wrong, short stack?" He coos, glancing at Mikey, seeing his younger brother had passed out.

Emma whined loudly, stomping her feet. "Mama,"

Raph sighed, standing and leaning over the playpen. "I know, I miss your momma too,"

He reached down, picking her up and sitting back down on the couch, leaning her against his chest. He gently rubbed her back in hopes to calm her down, but she kept squirming.

"Here," He reached over, pulling a blanket off the side of the couch. "I made this," He wraps it around her body, draping it across his chest and waist. "It's your mom's favorite blanket,"

She squirmed a bit more, but having his hand rubbing her back and the soft blanket that still smelled like her mom's shampoo had her closing her eyes.

"Mama," She whined again, fighting her heavy eyelids.

"Don't worry, Mama's going to come home soon," He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her hairline, hoping he was right.

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She was out for 30 minutes before Donnie emerged from his lab, motioning for the baby. She had crawled off of Raphs lap and found a toy to chew on.

"I'll take her," Donnie offered, crouching down by where Emma was leaning against the couch. She was sitting at Raphs side, biting on a rubber train, still wrapped in the blanket.

Raph and Mikey were passed out, and being such heavy sleepers, Leo and Donnie didn't need to worry about whispering.

"She shouldn't be near chemicals," Leo argued, crossing his arms.

"I'm not working with chemicals, it's all online coding and stuff, I've fully wiped down my lab, there's nothing in there that could hurt her,"

Leo raised an eyebrow ridge.

"Anything that's out right now, obviously there's a lot that could hurt her, but it's all put away," Donnie protested.

"Fine, just watch her this time, that way she won't break anything else," Leo raised his hands in defeat, walking over to the dojo.

"Yay!" Donnie softly cheered, tickling Emma's sides, she giggled, allowing Donnie to pick her up. "I made you something,"

He walked her to his lab, closing the door behind him and taking her over to the side of his desk. He had moved all his boxes and loose wires to the opposite side of the room.

He took her old bouncing swing and hooked it up to the ceiling and side of his desk.

"It's your swing!" He placed her in the holder, her feet just touching the ground, on instinct she started bouncing and jumping.

"Isn't that fun?" He sat in his chair, smiling down at her, she giggled and smiled. "Now you can do that while I work on stuff, and hopefully you won't find another beaker to break," He leaned forward kissing her forehead before turning to his computer.

He tried to type, but his mind was going too fast for his trembling fingers. He started and stopped the same line of code at least fifteen times before he sighed, leaning back in his chair and glancing at Emma.

She was still bouncing without a care in the world, glancing around at all the blinking lights and machines that hummed and buzzed around his computer.

"Maybe, we need a break," He stood, taking her out of the swing.

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Leo breathed in deeply, eyes closed, back straight (or as straight as he could get it with a shell) and tried to distract his thoughts.

He'd been meditating practically all day, trying to get the swarming uneasy feeling of dread out of his system. But today his thoughts wouldn't stop and sitting alone in the quiet wasn't helping.

"I think uncle Leo needs a hug, what do you think?" Came a voice from the doorway.

Leo smiled, peering over his shoulder to see Donnie helping Emma walk into the dojo. He was practically bent in half, holding onto her little hands as she walked in between his legs.

"Hi, Emmy," He turned toward them, holding out his arms. Donnie stopped about five feet away and crouched down, letting go of her hands and gently pushing her forward.

She giggled, stepping toward Leo, she was wobbly and leaning a bit far to the left but happily landed in Leo's arms.

"Look at you!" Leo pecked her cheek, tickling her sides. "She's doing a lot better, her balance needs some work,"

"She gets it from Casey," The brothers laugh for a moment, then it goes quiet. Emma turns around in Leo's arms, sitting down in the spot between his crossed legs.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Donnie mumbles quietly, pulling at his shoelaces, not meeting his brothers eyes.

"I don't know," Leo runs a hand down Emma's head. "Do you?"

"I...I just want them to be okay," Donnie whispers.

"We all do, and Vern said they were alright, the doctors just wanted to monitor them for a few more nights," Leo hated how his voice trembled, he swallowed the growing lump in his throat.

"It still hurts,"

"I'd be worried if it didn't," Leo tried to laugh, but he just shakily exhaled. "I've spent all day in here to try and get rid of the anxiety and nervous thoughts but it hasn't done me any good. Normally I'm good at being alone, but today...."

"Today is hasn't helped?" Donnie supplied, glancing up and seeing Leo nod. "Can I stay in here with you and Emma until she has to go to bed?"

"Yeah, I'd like that,"

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Three days after Vern brought Emma down to the lair, all four brothers were sleeping in the living room, none of them wanting to be alone.

Emma was laying bundled up in a nest of blankets, Raphs arm around her sleeping form.

Raph was having trouble falling asleep and sensed another presence crouching over him and Emma.

"She can sleep by herself, you know, Raphie," A soft voice said, his eyes shot open, body jerking.

"April?...!" He slurred, eyes blurry, leaning close to her. She laughed softly, she had some bandages on her arms and forehead but she was alright.

"I'm here too," Casey chimed in, his arm was in a sling and he had a small shadow of stumble on his chin.

"You're okay!" Raph’s voice woke the others who were just as eager to see them. Everyone stood and wrapped them in tight hugs -being weary of the bandages and wounds.

Emma got woken up by the commotion, whining loudly. April leaned down, picking her up and kissing her plush cheeks.

"It's alright, honey, Mom's here," She held her tightly to her chest, Casey came up behind her and ran his good hand down her face.

"We're all home now,"

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tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

[whyamiheretumbled]

TMNT Smarts(Spoilers for IDW!)

@smudged-kaleidoscopeThis part will be about TMNT and how the fandom and creators view their smarts! And how it can be extremely weird..

Everyone assumes that Raph is genuinely too rash and reckless to make good decisions.now,Raph is reckless and easily stressed(even in 1987 or Rise), but that doesent mean he's stupid compared to Leo, which a lot of ppl *seem* to think

Raph is protective of his brothers, and is constantly shown that they shouldn't follow his behaviour(Seen when Leo allows Karai to enter the Turtle's car in 2012,the Pizza Puffs ep of 2018,or even in 2003,City at War!)

While he IS reckless, it seems he really wants his brothers to just stay on the damn task and get the job done. Not to mention, he tries to keep them safe. While he can be irrational, that doesent mean he wants to watch them follow his behaviour(2003 Raph says, "I hate when Leo starts reminding me of myself",not a direct quote)

Raph's smarts are less analytical focused and way more SURVIVAL focused, which actually brings us to Mikey <3

First of all, Mikey has never been a baby. In mirage, his anger and violence actually rivaled Raph's,Dr.Feelings and Delicate Touch both exist, in 2012 Mikey straight up punched someone hard enough to break their nose, hell, he threw a couch out of a window.

Mikey is constantly underestimated due to his baby face, gullible tendecies, empathy, etc, bcuz adding on to being genuinely the youngest, he is ALSO the most optimistic out of his brothers, and the one who understands emotions the best

Mikey is typically street smarts, or emotional smarts, seen in Mutant Mayhem with his Improv Club, or seen in 2003 where he instantly gets along with kids, or 2012 and the whole Acne episode

Mikey isn't stupid by any means. Sure, he may not pay attention or have a difficult time understanding stuff, but even in Bayverse he's shown to have smart moments. Unfortunately,due to his silly persona,he is constantly downplayed(Though The Last Ronin shows what happens when Mikey needs to focus because he's lost everything)

If Mikey had more motivation, say for example, being tricked into sex and having babies(mirage),he would probably try to be way smarter. But either way, it's constantly shown he picks things up easily and can think quickly! 2012 and Rise are both great examples <3,as well as moments in 2003

Now, we all know Donnie is smart. That's his big thing, his smarts. But he's his own special kind. He uses his own pros to his advantage, and while this can also slow him down due to not wanting to change his ways, this can also help him!

Seen in IDW, Donnie uses his flaw of ignoring Leo's orders and his pros of his tech to trick the Shredder, I won't go in full detail, but it comes at a price.

Anyways, Donnie is shown to havequick thinking at least, when he can anyalze a situation. He is actually VERY reckless, seen in 2003 building missiles into his car, or 2012 going on a killing rampage.

When he can't anyalze something, he jumps into it.Unlike Mikey, he lacks the ability to quickly access a situation, but he gains the abilities unlike his brothers to quickly map out a plan using logic,common sense, and his brain

Now Donnie had his dumb moments, because he DOESENT WANT TO ACCEPT THAT OTHER PEOPLE CAN BE RIGHT. you may think no, he wants to listen to others, but being so smart he sometimes thinks he's better than other people and superior,shown in multiple iterations, highlighting Rise, 2012,1987,and IDW.

Donnie's smarts run way deeper than knowing mathematics and engineering and etc, they stem into being able to study a problem and find out an efficent way to solve if, unfortunately,he doesent always want to realise he's allowed to need or want second opinions...

Leo's will be very short. He is a analytical and strategic thinker. He maps out plans, focuses on the battlefield, uses people like chess peices, highlighting in 2012 and Rise. I'll go deeper another day(that's what she said)

AHEM. Now, people constantly assume because Leo's brothers aren't the same type of thinker he is,that they're not smart. They're easily stubborn, can be tricked, not fully access a situation, doubt themselves, etc...

But Leo struggles with many of these things, the narrative is just pushed to make it seem like he's always in the right, however, he does almost always go through character development(at the cost of his childhood)

Leo is can be emotionally stunted, act manipulative(seen in 2003),jist be plain rude(2012),because he's leader/strategic,and wonders why no one would listen to him.

If he allowed his brothers to have input,it would be beneficial for the four of them, as they all contain qualities needed to make good plans.,and are all smart,and while I hate this saying, they're smart in their own way.

Mikey can answer philosophical questions, he doesent have the general care for others or his own regard like Raph generally does, Raph has survival skills but doesent know when to be calm, etc etc

[cthulhusstepmom]

Price is so right for chucking soaps freezer meal those things are crimes against humanity also love that gaz is an accessory to the crime 😂

BUT IMMA BE HONEST REPTILE GUY SOAP IS OCCUPYING A NOT INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF MY BRAIN!! Do you think hes a snake guy? A lizard guy? Turtle dude maybe? Dude is 1000% in love w crocs and gators tho. Probably what sparked his love of all things scaly when he was younger. What do you wanna bet he was one of the kids chasing frogs and looking for tadpoles throughout childhood? Probably stumbled over a common lizard basking in the sun while glomping thru a park or something and spent the afternoon falling more and more in love.

Consumed any and every morsel of age appropriate reptile info, eventually became a dinosaur kid etc. but also carried that love of them into adulthood. Imma bet he always wanted one as a pet, but bc he enlisted so young he never got the chance. Maybe he gets inspired by the communal tank to start looking into it 👀👀

Anyways i love ur fish lore so much ❤️❤️❤️

You are(as always) right on my wavelength!!

In my head Soap's dad is a reptile person and his mom is an animal person so he definitely gets it from somewhere. When he was young, Soap's parents kept all the herps locked up, both for his safety and the reptiles' God knows Soap was an exuberant and curious kiddo. It's only after they find him in the backyard flat out on his stomach at 4 years old, hand outstretched and a wild little lizard sitting in his palm that they realize just how empathetic he is. After that he gets to play with the reptiles more, always supervised of course. But he grows up surrounded by scaly critters, the equivalent of his childhood dog is a black and white Argentine tegu named Buddy who's turning 23 this year. He spends his days running around and getting into everything, carefully bringing back his catches to take pictures of before running them back to put exactly where he found them.

One day he comes home from primary school with a bloody nose and a black eye, discipline slip clutched in his hand. At recess some of his classmates had been throwing rocks at a little frog that had wandered into the playground and, when Soap had told them to stop, threw a book and ended up killing the little amphibian and little Soap beat the shit out of them with limited success(it was four against one you gotta give the little man credit). Soap's parents show up to the meeting with the headmaster and the parents of the other students with Primrose: a 17 1/2 foot reticulated python. After that meeting they go to the zoo and little Soap declares that one day he's going to have a crocodile that he can feed bullies to.

Having enlisted at such a young a young age Soap doesn't have many animals to his name, just two. A 14 year old ball python he rescued named Martha and a 3 year old bearded dragon named Bowser, both left in the capable care of his parents.

While he doesn't have the facilities to have a reptile on base and, despite popular belief, he does have impulse control....sometimes, he somehow ends up with quite the collection. The thing about soldiers, especially stupid ass new recruits, is that they make a lot of bad decisions (I mean they are soldiers so their track record is already in the negative). And Soap can't bear to see any animal suffer from improper care so he ends up operating a rescue out of his quarters. He's taken in everything from corn snakes to baby asian water monitors and on one very memorable occasion a surprisingly chill sidewinder.

He keeps it all very top secret, the only one he trusts is Laswell she takes care of feeding everybody when he's gone. It's not that he doesn't trust his team but it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a usually rational CO go ballistic. One time when he'd first enlisted and he was missing home, he'd found a little garden snake and was playing with it when his lieutenant at the time had seen, ordered him to attention and shot the poor snake in the head laughing as he did. He's learned the hard way that machismo doesn't mix well with his hobby.

Right now he's lined up a home for a little leopard gecko and a bearded dragon both with pretty bad mbd. A little more difficult to find a place for is the lavender false water cobra he's named Hugo and the 7 foot albino labyrinth burmese python he's calling Wee Man.

With the fish tank he's starting to get comfortable with the idea of bringing the team in on his escapades. But then Ghost shares his trauma with him and it terrifies him. He cannot let Ghost see his snakes, not because he's worried his Lt will hurt them, but because they'll hurt Ghost.

[inkedeye2345]

Got on the wrong foot pt.3

Rise Leo x OC. Many unhappy returns

(I will not do a recap)

WARNING: Cursing,Bad grammar,and blood

Kyle pov:(3 months later) I have started to trust Leo’s brothers more but i haven’t been hanging out with them for two weeks now and today was the day that we (the foot) free shredder

Until when I get to the stadium I see the turtles April master splinter and Draxum and my dad with Casandra and the other big guy that scared me a bit (idk the big guys name) I walk up to my father “Kyle you came just in time” he said with a raspy voice

I see the turtles with a confused face “what do you mean…?” I looked down and then looked at the Lieutenant/father and nods his head and I look at them and take my mask off

they looked at me with wide eye “why…?”I looked at Mikey I hated seeing him sad I frown a bit “I-“ my father cut me off “she has a real family that cares about her!” “After everything we did…I knew you were bad news the day we met” Donnie said sharply they were all injured when I see shredded I heard Cassandra speak “what should we do shredder rule the world!?” I looked at her confused “father what is she talking about…?” He looks at me with a straight face then a smirk formed

He cupped the side of my face basically my cheek “We’re going to rule the world Kyle and no one I mean no one…will get in our way” my eyes widened “you lied…” “I lied a bit but look” he turns my face to the injured turtles

“are you still in Kyle” “no…” I mumbled “what?” “No!” I take my death sickles out and he backed away and I tried to charge at him until Casandra came in front and threw me to the turtles and Leo caught me and picked me up

I looked at him and back away and I heard my father speak “they lied to you they never cared!” After he said that voices came over my head I had enough

“you always told me my hair holds memories” my father looked at me and did a slightly glares and i grabbed a whole chunk of my hair and cut it off with my death sickle “now I can forget you ever back stabbed me” (No one’s pov) the rest of the foot left Raph sighs We were all walking out in silence and April broke the silence “okay! What just happened there I thought shredder was an evil samurai, dude not some …raging animal!” As she shoots her hands up and then resting them down

“Is he coming back I vote never” Mikey says raising his hand up “I do not know if he’s coming back whatever he or what it was that was not the shredder I heard tales of” master splinter said “I’m not sure if we can handle that guy…” Leo had his odachi resting on his shoulder as he looked at Donnie

“What are you guys talking about we did great!” Raph had his arms crossed and glares at Leo “what fight were you just in?” “the one where we made scrap mettle who runs home to his toaster mommy wait we got to commemorate this” Leo grabbed a baseball shirt and a marker and writes on the shirt and puts it on

“One in O baby!” He said proudly resting his hands on his hips Kyle and the others stare at him “you declare victory to easily blue humanity never seen anything so destructive and you are making t-shirts!?” Master splinter yelled and hit Leo in the face with his rat tail and made a dizzy face and fell down

Donnie’s thingamajig starts beeping “Wow one season later and I still got full battery niceee” he started tapping on his thingamajig and Mikey and April got close to Donnie to look “oh anyways my police feed is going totally berserk something seems to be going down” they all got to Alberto’s pizzeria Leo gasps while Donnie “oh my muffins!” As they all see shredder ruling a animatronic apart while Leo came in front of the view “ha ha ha gonna make a two in O t-shirt after this” as he puts two fingers out and smiles Kyle blushes a bit but shakes there head until splinter pushes Leo yelling “look out!!!” shredder almost punched Leo but instead of Leo he punched a table after that shredder punches Raph and Donnie April looks at Kyle and she looked back at the kids and nods at April as they run to the kids “hey kids let’s sing Alberto’s run to safety song!” “If a robot bear come to life or a mystic monster cause you striped lets run to the door lickety-split and time to set off for your next visit” we ran to the door and opened it as the kids ran and April yelled “GO”

“wait whoa!” Donnie yelled as he ducked from shredders punch that made a claw machine break letting out all of the plushies “oh cheater don’t think we’re letting you keep those” Leo said from behind shredder shaking his finger side to side “this is serious stuff Leo well you show off your rife flank already!?” “What mid battle banters my thing like how yours is saying words like “flank” we got this trust me”

“whoa!” Leo ducked shredders attack until shredder threw Mikey Donnie and Raph to who knows where Kyle and April gasp “oh boy…” Kyle held Aprils hand and April held on tight until splinter came in front of us “I will not let you allow to hurt humans if it’s the last thing i do!” Splinter yelled and shredder was about to attack until she vanished

splinter sat down sighing with relief “I really want my last thing to eat rainbow show burt” Raph got up groaning rubbing his head “is he gone for good now?” Mikey piped out of nowhere “based on his two zip zaps I predict that baddie is going to be back in 15 minutes” he said while doing hand signs almost proudly and Donnie popped in “two data points you’re hypothesizing two data points scoff!?”

(15 minutes later)

They were all thrown in a pile of rocks Kyle groans and rubs there head “whoa 15 minutes scoff retracted” they all gasp and look up at shredder “this could be the end fellas!” Mikey said going in his shell and Kyle holds him in her arms

“I wish I had spent more time with my tv anddd maybe pay more attention to my grandpas story’s on how to defeat the shredder” splinter groaned Kyle and Leo looked at him confused shredder came launching at us as we scream and he disappeared again we gasped “I can’t look did we make it” we all were relieved and Leo puts his head next to Kyle’s “no one’s responding I’m the only one who made it”

“Nothing we throw at shredder is working” Raph sits up groaning rubbing his head “i don’t know how much longer we could keep this up he’s crushing us!” Donnie said and his staff lets out a tissue rubbings his head Leo sits up grinning “really cause i thought my overall ninjasity was totally working” “it wasn’t” Raph said almost sounding not trying to yell

“I’m pretty sure it was about to” “okay what do we got?” Mikey rises up and raises his arm “good ideas first” Raph said putting a finger up as Mikey went down “there may be one person who could help she’s known for raining in and raging beasts” Kyle looks at splinter “oh no pls don’t tell me-“ splinter cuts Kyle off “big mama…” Kyle groans and she slaps her head “what she’ll never help us” Mikey exclaims

“She’ll help me I’m the face man people love me” Leo says with a smug grin “last time she saw you she tried to kill you.” Leo gets up with his odachi “who hasn’t” “Leo has a point she does want to kill Leo but not me she’s like my mom she adore me I mean I used to fight in the battle nexus so she loves me but i don’t know about…Leo” Kyle says unsure

Leo puts his hand on Kyle’s shoulder and he rests his odachi on his shoulder “Dad and Kyle’s ideas great I’ll go in there turn up the Leo and she’ll be begging to help us”

Mikey Donnie and Raph stand up “now is not the time for schmoozing leo we’re splitting up the mad dogs this is shredder we need all hands on deck” Raph says putting both of his hands up

Leo swings his sword making a portal “if dad and Kyle think that big mama can help us we gotta try” “WHAT!!!” Kyle and splinter yelled splinter try’s to run away “I need some time to think about-“ Leo kicks splinter in the portal and carry’s Kyle bridal style “you can totally handle shreddy on your own trust me you guys got this” Leo walks backwards and gets in the portal with Kyle in his arms

They got on a building and Leo sets Kyle down on the ground and all three got on there knees “you knew big mama back in the day?” “WE WERE JUST FRIENDS!” Splinter said with a creepy smile and a sweat drops down his face

Leo and Kyle’s face were a bit surprised at his yell “I mean uhh it will all be fine hehehe” splinter said waving his hand “just rat up and see her how bad could it be ok supper affable tuck in your tail and let’s go!” Splinter said to himself

We got to the main area and Leo clears his throat “3 to see big mama we’re totally on her schedule sweet whisker mustache b t w makes ya look young or old whichever you’re going for” Leo says as Kyle grabs his arm making him back away from the fox and the fox grabs his walkie-talkie and speaks into it

“Two turtit up mutants mum a rat and one of them bleeden turtles and a human” the fox said and big mamas voice comes in “tell them to shove off” he nods his head with a “mhm she says to quote shove off” splinter groans “fine tell her…her smuggle muffin beef cake is here” he said while a finger is scratching his chin

Kyle and Leo were confused “uhhh how do you know big mama again???” Leo and Kyle said at the same time and splinter grabbed them both and whispered to them “in addition to being a crime boss big mama is also….kinda my ex” Kyle and Leo stayed in silence for a bit processing what he said

“. . . WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!?!?” Kyle and Leo yelled “believe me I ruled the day those daughter legs walked into my life” he started to explain everything to them both

“Not really the response I was looking for in high sight I might have missed a few clues” he sighs happily “I do miss her high kidnapping times I mean how can any one stay mad with those eyes that smile and those-“ Kyle and Leo cut him off “no more lovey and or Dovey talk!!!”

The fox came in telling “hey rat big mamas got a message for you three” the fox threw use these random balls at our heads (ayyy yo what are you thinking) “probably her long overdoing apology?” Splinter said as a portal opens in front of them

and they get sucked in getting grown face first to the ground we heard a roar and we got up and looked we were inside of the nexus stadium as they see a guy getting throw and the monster wins

“the battle nexus!? Okay no biggy we got this trust me” Leo says “i do not you don’t know big mama like I do she’s ruthless!” Splinter yells until they heard the elevator ding and they turn around to see big mama “smuggle muffin beefcake? Where did you hear that naughty little nickname rat man?” She says sharply and Kyle was already hiding behind Leo

Splinter guns then grabs big mama as they twirl and then they strike a dancing pose “from you as we tangle the night away my sassy sugar badger”

“it is you and more fetching than ever my fuzzy little fupucus” splinter decides to ruin the moment “I did not come by the trip down kidnapping lane the shredder beast is about to lay waist down to New York!” She lets go of splinter and gets the purple thingy out “well let’s have a look see” she looks down seeing shredder

“Ohh what a bruit behavior by the look of it his quantity energy is in flux if I had to guess I would say your raging beast is is not tethered to this dimension in other words he’s busy flopping back and forth my huggy poo” splinter looks away blushing

“I assume you have something to contain him?” Big mama looks at her assistant “I do have a splendid mystic barbol that you can have for a pise~” splinter groans “and there it is there always has to be something in it for her!” Splinter yells “prickly PD is loosing his charm~�� Leo and Kyle decided to step in

“hey big mama” Kyle says shyly her eyes widened as Leo speaks “hey hey hey water under the bridge big mama mommy let’s talk shredder he’s bad for us bad for New York bad for your yokai business in New York so if you got a solution let’s make a dealll” splinters eyes widen “blue nobody outsmarts her” Leo looks at his father “relax I got this you know I don’t hear a lot of cheering business is not booming what you need is a headliner someone someone to put butts in seats someone to take on your new champ someone like your old champ in new form ratjetsu” “what!?” Splinter yells “ok fine let me sweeten the deal” “she didn’t even say no to your first deal yet” Leo brushes off what splinter said and Leo puts his cheek next to big mamas

“and ratjutsu is going to be fighting with no weapons” “but that beast has rat crushing tentacles!” Splinter yells “we have a deal~” “what!?” Splinter was surprised by big mamas reply “nooo” “yes uhhh I’m not sure wich hand do i shake” Leo said as he puts a idk hand sign

we saw what the kraken did to the guy Kyle gulped hard and splinter just shrieked as Leo puts a hand on splinters shoulder “trust me pops you got this” splinter looks at Leo with a glare “I knew I should have brought purple…”

(9 minutes later) Kyle’s pov: big mamas workers was a female deer was doing my hair I already put my suit on and the deer was just doing my hair she was cutting brushing and dying it but big mama told me that Leo told her the color and she just agreed to it

“so Kyle is it” I looked at the female deer in the mirror “that’s me” “well my name is Ella” I smile “how old are you Ella” “I’m 15 and you” “I’m 15 too” I looked at her “so what color is my hair going to be?” She looked back at me “oh you’re keeping your your brown hair but I’m dying a bit of your hair into another color”

I looked at her with a confused face then I nodded

(time skip)

I left the room and walked over to where they are making splinters suit and I see a mirror and I look at my hair and I had my brown hair but they had blue under why did I have blue dyed- “did you do that just for me?”

I look to see Leo and his outfit “I-uh…” why was I so nervous around him but…”why aren’t you mad?” “Why would I be mad” my brows furrowed “why?,why!? Because i betrayed you and your family I killed i robbed I did horrible things!!!” I start tearing up as tears roll down my cheeks and I felt arms wrap around me and he rests his head on top of mine

“you did do those stuff…but that doesn’t mean you can’t change mi amor”

“Why are you always so cocky and happy around me and all I do is be mean and avoid you…?” He looked at me and wipes my tears “because I-“

Leo’s pov: OMG OMG OMG what do I say I kept on stuttering like a broken robot I sigh “because Kyle I…” omg don’t look at me like that!!!!

”I l-“ splinter calls me ruining the moment I groan but I say it was a save in my head “what were you going to say Leo” I look at her i was sure my face was turning green “it was that…I like your hair…”

I heard her giggle it felt like an arrow went through my heart “BLUE!!!” Splinter was calling me “got to go daddyo is calling me see ya in the tournament mi amor”

I hear her giggle as I run to my dads room and I hear her say “good luck Leo”

no one’s pov: Leo and big mama were sitting on the couch and Kyle was behind the couch fallowed but security guards as Leo slurps his tea “ohhhh the arena has never been this exited”

big mama said happy “AND NOW ENTERING THE ARENA THE ALL TIME WINNING NEXUS CHAMPION AND EVEN HAIRIER RATJITSU!” They said in the speakers splinter was fucking scared for his life and his eye starts to twitch “DAD DAD DADDY UP HERE” Leo yelled as splinter turned his head over to Leo slowly “can someone tell me son I AM NOT TALKING TO HIM!!!”

”you got this pops!” Leo said showing a thumbs up and he blew a kiss whispering “I love you” and splinter slapped the heart away “no!” Leo sat back down holding his tea “remember a deals a deal” big mama throws her hand down “of course big mama never goes back for a deal she does however ultimate terms at the very last second” big mama said really fast

“I’m sorry?” Leo said as he was about to sip his tea but one of the security guards through his tea to the ground as the security guards threw him to the ground and he yelled “my odachi!”leo says whining as other guards grab Kyle by the arms “let my go!” Big mama turns back into a spider “one last thing you will be fighting alongside your papa but…you still get my booble if you win” she said tapping a finger to Leo’s head while singing “and out of nowhere betrayal!?” Leo exclaimed until a hole opened below him as the guards let him fall down Kyle looked at big mama “why am I not down there he’s my boy-…best friend!!!” Big mama looked at Kyle and chuckled “i wouldn’t want you to get hurt darling so sit back relax and enjoy” the guards set Kyle down on the couch

as Leo gets thrown to the arena with his dad “oh the old last second trap door betrayal” Leo sat up with a grin “pls this was my plan all along” “just admit it already son you were played” splinter said with a hand motion Leo gets up and it’s a confused face “how come nobody trusts me non of you guys have any faith in me why?” Leo looked down at his father and splinters having a hard time saying his answer “uhhh maybeeee THIS WHOLE SITUATION!” he said while holding Leo to look at the opponents

“This whole situation was my plan all along if it wasn’t why did I ask you tailor to make me this outfit?” Leo said showing off “so we can perish looking Superfly?” slinter said unsure “or so I can sneak this baby in” Leo says taking the purple balls out of his suit (you dirty minded or something) as Leo opens the portal big mama gasps and Kyle smiles as the portal opens to where a guard is at as Leo reached for his odachi and pushed the tea cup off of the guards hand as the guard starts whining “to sneak this baby in my deal was for no weapons for you not me” “oh big booop they still not match for kraken Tom and evil six” big mama said as Kyle mutters to herself “you got this Leo…”

Leo starts to playing tricks (kicking ass) with the evil six “if you would do the honors papa” Leo said to splinter behind him as splinter groaned and kicked there ass and showed off his tail “I still got it” he said proudly as Leo looked back at the roaring kraken as he picked the helmet up “now grab the helmet daddyo” “is this one of those moments I trust you” splinter said with the helmet in his hands

As a portal popped next to splinter as Leo’s head came through “bingo!” Leo said grabbing the helmet and going back in his portal as he goes to the other side opening a portal and throwing the helmets in “time to get kraken!” Leo exclaimed as he opens a portal on top of the other portal

Leo goes running side to side dodging the krakens attack as he was thrown in the air by the kraken “whoaaaaa!” He opened a portal and it throws the helmets pinning the krakens tentacles to the ground as Leo landed on his feet and gets on his knees infront of splinter “superhero landing!” as he stabs the ground next to splinter as he’s putting the last helmet on splinter “one more helmet” as Leo tilts his odachi opening a portal below splinter

”wait what!?” As splinter falls down and then he falls down from the sky screaming “CAN WE TRY A NEW PLANNNNN!” As he fell on top of the kraken and Leo poses as his elbow rests on his odachi “ya”

“WHA HA HO ITS A KNOCK OUT PEOPLE” the speakers announced “they love ya pops!” Leo yelled as splinter puts his arms out proudly “ha ha it was all you my son!” Kyle yells to Leo like if she was in a concert meeting her idol “YA THATS MY BOYFRIEND HA HA” she then realizes what she said “I mean friend like boy best friend” she said turning more red than raphs bandana as Kyle and big mama jump down to where Leo and splinter are at

“SILENCE” she yelled as Leo grins but splinters just scared as they turn around “just the spider I was going to glow to” “I do not want to be hopping overed my turtley poo” “well done a deal is a deal and as a sign of respect I shall return this shredder peace to his prison dimension if you catch him” she said giving the collar to Leo “sweetttt” Leo said singing as Leo looks at Kyle and he winks at her he looked at them and she turned red a bit as Leo and splinter posed “come on pops let’s jet”

(Time skip)

it was raining in New York and Raph,Mikey,Donnie and April are in a ally way “after inputting shredders previous coordinates in the X Y Z N D for Donnie axis I have calculated that this is the site of all final resting spot I mean go team” as they hear thunder and a portal open they thought that it was shredder “oh my muffins!” but it was actually splinter Kyle and Leo as splinter felt face first to the ground and Leo comes through with red lipstick marks all over his face and neck (I think you know who did this 😏🤭)“you love us you missed us we’re back baby rat jutsu and blue saving the day!”

“First of all what happened to your face second ITS ABOUT TIME WE’VE HAVE BEEN GETTING OUR BUTS KICKED AFTER YOU LEFT US HIGH AND DRY!!!” “High and dry? Come on dude’s when I said you got this I meant that look I bet the only reason why were here right now is because Donnie input a coordinates of blah blah blah blah Mikey rad his Taz April finally used her crane license and Raph is going to put it all together in a plan to defeat that lead head with this mystic collar”

“Wow Leo that’s remarkable accurate” as a huge purple lightning formed in the sky “he’s back…” as shredder came out “prepare for operation fire hockey tickle collar” as everyone launched at shredder Raph grabbed Leo by the arm to stop him “Leo you sure you can get that collar on him?” Leo looks back at Raph smiling “trust me” Raph nod his head “I do” as he lets go of Leo

Shredder ran to the streets “movement Mikey flame ball!!!” Raph yells as Mikey obeys his order “okay Donnie the hankey!!!” Donnie came in front of shredder as he was about to attack mikey “Donnie’s on it!” Donnie was shaking as his tech stick pulls out a tissue “one small step for turtle time!!!” As it wrapped around shredders eyes and Donnie ducked when shredder jumped over them and he struggled taking the tissue off of his eyes Kyle was staring at everything as April tried to take the lipstick stains off of Leo’s face

when she completed that she looked at Kyle “hey girl what’s that?” she points at the red stain smudged a bit on there lip her eyes widen “wait did you-“ “I swear I just did it to give Leo a reward for beating the kraken!” Her eyes widen more “the what!” “Forget everything I said I did it as a friend” Kyle’s face was reddish red

April smirks “your secret is safe with me” (she lied but shhh I’m just the writer) and then we hear Raph “LEO NOW” Leo grabbed the collar and ran to shredder and placed it on his neck

As there was a purple explosion and shredder was in the ground as his pink pupils fade as we celebrate “my sons they will write scrolls about this some day” splinter said “oh I’m sure they will we turn around to see big mama as she steps out from the shadows and her minions come lined up as she walks closer “you turtles are not to be trifled with”

“One tamed no longer fazing scrapped metal psycho ready for your disposal” Leo said presenting shredder that’s on the ground “you did your part so I will do mine” big mama said with a smile as one of her guard stood in front of us with the thing and threw it to shredder as it floated in the sky

And created a portal as it sucked in shredder that’s no longer visible “bam back into his prison dimension never to be heard of again” Raph said happily as we all stroke a pose “wooo epic three days of non stop fighting!” As they all drop down the floor sleeping

Except splinter “I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you again” he says while rolling everyone into a ball as he whispers to big mama “ my sassy sugar badger” as big mama blushed as he stepped on them going down to the sewers

“you fought violently my huggy poo you really forced mama to her own deal even if she did alter the terms in the last second….” She said grinning

(His so I was to lazy to write what they say in the episode and if I leave the web the story deletes and i really had a bad day so ya but I’m doing this to make you happy and I was inspired a bit by shut up and drive songs by Rihanna so god bless all of you beautiful people!💙)

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Donnie's Tantrums

Holy crap, this took forever! I have autism, and so I had to ask my mom what I was like when I went to daycare and babysitters' houses and I copied those stories to fit Donnie, except for the picky eating part. I wasn't that much of a picky eater as a kid, I pretty much ate everything I was told, except for foods that were too smooth, or had a lot of spices, and I was a pretty plain eater. Now that I'm an adult and can cook for myself, I've expanded my tastes. Unfortunately the same cannot be said about my oldest nephew, who is FAMOUS for being our family's pickiest eater. He's got the same tastes that Donnie has in this chapter. Peanut butter sandwiches, oatmeal, chocolate, plain pasta, and fruit is all this kid eats. Enjoy the story!

The Hidden City Daycare prides itself on making sure every toddler that visits their facility is safe, taught the value of friendship, and is taken care of well. Mrs. Calabash, head caretaker of the baby and toddler rooms, took great pride in making sure her room ran like a well oiled machine.

Donnie, even at 26 months, 1 week, 4 days, 7 hours, and 29 minutes old, loved efficiency.

Unless it interferes with his own interests.

The soft shelled turtle was on the spectrum, and had a very specific way of doing things and had to keep his routine on check.

And what happened if that didn't happen?

Donnie was usually a calm turtle, but when pushed, he wouldn't hesitate to bring the water works and throw himself on the floor in a tantrum. And when that happened, Mrs. Calabash would put him in a playpen adjacent to the play area so he could finish his tantrum, mainly to keep the other children from getting hurt from his thrashing body.

Donnie couldn't help it. He needed schedules. Routines kept him sane. And it didn't help that everyday Mrs. Calabash had something new for the kids she took care of.

In the short few months he had been going to daycare, he noticed different activities happening, such as a guest coming in to read a story to the infants, Mr. Kimpchi playing his guitar to soothe the little ones to sleep, or even Miss Yu bringing a new food for the tots to try during snack time.

But Mrs. Calabash would also do things out of order, and THAT would make Donnie lose his mind.

It just felt wrong when what he called "stacking block time" was switched with "music time".

Today was one of those days.

Donnie liked to start his day at daycare with some light reading. His twin, Leo, was more of a free spirit and wanted to play with his closest brother.

"Pway with me, Don!" Leo begged, tugging on his onesie.

Donnie retaliated by shoving his brother away, hating being touched. "No!" He yelled.

Leo pouted a bit, but decided to leave Donnie to do his boring stuff, and went to do something else.

Donnie picked a book on the shelf and began to read it. His brothers don't know it yet, but Donnie can read a little.

Splinter read to them every night and Donnie picked it up fast. He knew his ABCs and some simple words like "Dad", "Book", "Juice", "Bath", "iPad", and simple phrases like "I don't wanna take a nap", "I want the purple one", and most importantly "I don't like being touched!"

Donnie finished his book, and went to pick up the next one: a book about a little rabbit who dreamed of being in the Battle Nexus, when Mrs. Calabash stopped him.

"No, no, Donatello, we're going to read that book at storytime."

Donnie held onto the book that Mrs. Calabash tried to take from him, whining.

"We're about to switch play areas, why don't you play with the stacking blocks?"

That sent Donnie into a fit. The purple masked turtle immediately began to scream and threw himself forward, sobbing as he did.

Mrs. Calabash just rolled her 3 eyes before using a tentacle to pick up Donnie.

"Stop this behavior, or you go into time out. Which one will it be?"

Her choices made Donatello even more angry and he screamed louder.

"Very well." She said as she slithered towards the playpen. The dreaded playpen.

Donnie pouted. He didn't get it; throwing a fit always worked on Dad.

It was true. Splinter was a bit of a softie when it came to his autistic son. When he read up on the condition, he understood that tantrums were a way of children on the spectrum to express their feelings. Splinter couldn't stand his son's crying, so he usually just gave in to whatever Purple wanted.

But not a childcare veteran like Mrs. Calabash. She'd seen kids like Donnie come and go and this was how she ran things. No child, on the spectrum or not, was going to run her daycare.

So, Donnie was plopped into the playpen.

"You stay here until you calm down."

Before they were mutated, Donnie wasn't a good climber. And even after his mutation, he still wasn't good. The top of the playpen seemed as tall as a building compared to Raph's back, which Donnie crawled over often.

No matter how hard he tried, Donnie couldn't reach the top bars and landed on his behind every time.

Thank goodness for diapers being so thick, or else he would've landed on what Leo calls "the Nards". He did once during a tantrum at bathtime, and he never wanted to do that again; it was so painful.

Donnie kicked the bars, which made him cry again. Mrs. Calabash ignored him.

Donnie continued his tantrum until he eventually calmed down, reduced to whimpers.

"Well, Donatello, I think we're feeling a whole lot better now, aren't we?" A pinkish-purple tentacle lifted up the soft shell turtle and placed him onto the floor.

"Now go play."

Donnie obeyed.

He went to his second favorite activity: building.

The area where babies and toddlers gather around to build things with Legos was crowded, but Donnie managed to find a spot and started to pick up pieces.

Another issue with Donnie was that he hated being touched.

And toddlers and babies didn't understand boundaries.

When a 2 year old kitten yokai reached across Donnie's lap to reach for a brightly colored pink Lego piece, he freaked out and said one of his well-known sentences.

"I don't like being touched!"

And the purple masked turtle forgot about the rule about pushing.

Don't push.

The kitten fell on a small pile of legos and began crying, alerting Mrs. Calabash.

Immediately, a frog yokai child old enough to tattle told Mrs. Calabash what happened.

"Donnie pushed Selene!"

"She touching me!" Donnie argued.

"Donatello, we don't push. Tell her you're sorry."

Donnie, still reeling from the time out he received not even 3 minutes ago, obeyed.

"Sowry!" He said, quickly.

"It otay!" Selene said before toddling off.

"Story time! Whoever wants me to read to them, come to the carpet."

Donnie wanted a story, so he sat down with other children that wanted to hear a story. Other children who wanted to keep playing just kept playing, like Raph, who was playing with his teddy, and Leo, who was riding a tricycle around the room.

Mikey crawled towards his older brother and climbed into his lap. Donnie allowed it. Mikey was usually content during storytime.

As Mrs. Calabash read to the children, Donnie listened intently and Mikey suckled his fingers.

"And the Samarai Rabbit beat the Turducken, and cheers filled the Battle Nexus Arena, so the Rabbit felt at peace, knowing he won his first battle. And the Rabbit lived happily ever after. The end."

Mrs. Calabash noticed Donnie raise his hand. Though difficult to deal with at times, she knew he was curious, like a school aged child.

"Yes, Donnie?"

"Dat's not twue. The Rabbit didn't beat up the Turducken, Wou Jitsu did." The turtle said.

Mrs. Calabash sighed. "Donnie, this is a storybook, not a history book. And Lou Jitsu hasn't fought in the Battle Nexus in years, so you shouldn't take things so seriously."

Donnie pouted, then he decided to get up to do something else...

only to make Mikey tumble to the ground, where the orange masked baby turtle started to wail, more in shock than pain.

"Donatello!"

"I wanted him off my lap!" He argued.

Mrs. Calabash scooped up Donnie and Mikey in her tentacles.

"Your daddy will hear about this, young man. Off to the corner."

Mrs. Calabash once again, placed Donnie in the playpen, then left to comfort Mikey.

Donnie felt frustrated. This was the third time he had gotten in trouble and the second time he'd been to time out.

Daddy was not going to be happy.

A sudden uncomfortable feeling took Donnie from his thoughts and he looked down at his lower region. Disgust grew on his face in a grimace and he began to wail.

When Mrs. Calabash noticed he wouldn't stop crying, and that it wasn't his "I'm in time out" cry, but rather a cry that meant he needed something, she went to him.

Before she could ask what was wrong, she saw that he had unpopped the buttons on his onesie; a habit he did when he was wet. And just to be sure, she checked.

"Oh, my! Looks like somebody needs a dry diaper!" She said, feeling sympathy for the crying tot.

Donnie was given a book to flip through while Mrs. Calabash searched the diaper bag Splinter had given her that morning. Finding the appropriate items for cleaning up "Mister Soggy Pants" that was laying on her changing table was easy, and she got started.

Donnie was distracted by the flip book and paid no attention to her as she cleaned him up. He felt it was quite nice to not be cold and wet "down there".

"All done!" She said, closing the baby powder cap with one tentacle and buttoning up his onesie with another.

Donnie was put down and was allowed to play. He just played alone; it was better than getting in trouble for establishing boundaries.

But not long after, Mrs. Calabash placed him at the snack table. Donnie chose saltine crackers, flavorless juice and some fruit gummies for his snack.

"Nom noms?"

Donnie turned and saw Mikey, with his mouth open; a sign he was asking for a bite of his food.

Donnie gave him a fruit snack and Mikey was content.

Donnie's autism doesn't stop at social cues, it also involves food and sleep.

This snack was all Donnie ate at Daycare. At home, he ate only oatmeal in the morning, had his snack and lunch at daycare (where lunch was a packed plain peanut butter sandwich, 7 cheese crackers and a bottle of formula), and only one bite of whatever Splinter cooked for himself and the two older boys, followed by Donnie's usual dinner at home, which was usually plain macaroni or plain cheese pizza.

Mrs. Calabash prides herself on giving the children a variety of foods to eat at snack time, and plenty of picky eaters that are in her care found at least one thing they liked that wasn't part of their normal diet. But Donnie wasn't a normal child; he was a mutant and not a yokai, he was a breed of turtle that mostly ate meat and vegetation, and he was on the spectrum.

So, Donnie ate his crackers and juice and touched nothing else.

In his mind, not only were most of the things on the snack table inedible because of his condition's natural fear of the unknown, but he also believed they were contaminated by other children's germs.

Mrs. Calabash chalked it up to "we all have wins and we all have losses" and brushed it off. Sooner or later this mutant child will grow out of his pickiness.

After he ate his snack, Donnie walked to the napping area of the room and laid down next to Leo. Mikey laid across him and Leo like a turtle blanket and Raph was their pillow.

It took Donnie no time at all to fall asleep. He may have had trouble falling asleep at night, but naptime was breeze. Mrs. Calabash was happy for that.

"Oh, Donatello..." she said as she turned down the lights and allowed the children to sleep.

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Zuko Alone Re-Watch

This is one of my favorite episodes in the entire series & I DO have a lot of thoughts on it but I also feel like it is one of the most heavily discussed episodes in the series. So, I'm struggling with having anything NEW to say about it, ya know? Also, full disclosure, this is yet another re-watch post made after a few glasses of wine. I'm blaming Thanksgiving leftovers. (ETA: after typing most of this last night I’ve come back to finish the post now on my phone sober & bored at work)

Anyway, ZUZU IS ON HIS OWN! When 'Midnights' dropped I kept saying "You're on Your Own Kid" was a Zuko™ song but I somehow just now realized that he even has a whole episode about it. Agni, I can't believe Miss Swift is such an Avatar fan. She seriously has more songs about the characters by the day!

Zuko, hon, seeing flashbacks of your mom as you almost pass out from hunger & heat is sooo normal, baby boy you're doing *great* king. ♫ I know that you got mommy issuessss.🎶

Zuko dealing with those earth kingdom national guard jerks was a whole ass mood. Look, you've either worked with the public or you haven't. If you have, you understand why Zuko's repetitive, deadpan "no" responses to these jerks were so funny. Also deadpan humor Zuko you’re so special to me <3

FLASHBACK TIME!!! Azula threw rocks (or at the very least bread or something) at the turtle ducks & that's mean but not that surprising from a little kid in her environment. Azula & Ty Lee's prank on Mai & Zuko was pretty mean but also exactly what middle schoolers with fire powers would do. Azula, Ty Lee, Mai & Zuko were clearly childhood friends even if there was a lot of toxicity in the dynamic between the four of them. And honestly, I just can't get over how well-written this show is & how well it develops & explores both its protagonists AND its antagonists.

I think that this episode is really interesting in the way that it explores the imperialist culture within the Fire Family. Literally, this show is just SO fucking good, I'll start eating drywall if I get too excited or think too hard about it. Because it's spent so much time - & will spend so much more time - exploring the impact of the war & how horrific it is for all the nations being colonized & attacked. And it ALSO spends time exploring the royal family & the individuals involved & WHY they are the way they are. When Ursa, Zuko, & Azula get news from Iroh joking about "burning Ba Sing Se to the ground'" they LAUGH! This is the goal that is supported & made as propaganda for the Fire Nation, especially the royal family. It's fascinating & horrifying all at once.

The flashbacks are (in my opinion) where the real meat of the episode is, but the present day is interesting too. Zuko learns some important lessons from the family that takes him in & I think the most important takeaway is that the earth kingdom has some kind people who are being hurt by the war & the Fire Nation. It was important for him to feel that hate in the end when Lee wouldn’t even accept his gift of the knife.

I also think that this is (despite literally being an episode about Zuko I’m sorry guys I’ve never denied that I have an Azula centric view lmao) a really good Azula episode. We learn a lot about what Azula’s childhood was like & the dynamic where Ursa treats Azula with disdain & dislike giving Ozai the perfect opportunity to mold Azula into the perfect little weaponized prodigy he wants.

A dissertation could easily be written about this episode but it’s already been talked about SO much so I’ll cut this review mostly short & leave y’all with my biggest takeaway which is that Zuko & Azula actually showed signs of friendship & camaraderie (playing together & laughing right before learning Lu Ten had died, Azula taking Zuko’s hand & dragging him off to spy) even if they were also forced to see each other as rivals because of Ozai & Ursa’s favoritism. It’s so important to understand this to appreciate the show & the character dynamics at play, because Zuko & Azula are so much more than just rivals who hate each other, a hero & a villain. It’s much more complicated & interesting than that.

Also worth noting that the flashback with Zuko & Azula playing together & then learning Lu Ten has died comes right before Lee learns that his brother has died. That’s just good writing.

Iconic Behavior points: Zuko gets 100 for his actions in the present trying to protect Lee & his family. Ursa really should get some for killing Azulon but I’m still so fucking mad at her for how she acts toward Azula… ugh, fine I have to be fair, 10 points. Azula & Ty Lee each get 100 points for the prank on Mai & Zuko. Azula gets 500 points for saving Zuko’s life as a child & having her creepy villain kid sing song moment. I’m on my phone so I’m not adding up the points for the season so far .

Anyway that was an iconic episode & I could say more about it but pretty much every scene is worth it’s own essay (except the stupid doll burning scene, more than enough has been said on that lol) so that’s all I have for now!

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You Sure? (ROTTMNT Leonardo Hamato x Kalani Rotasu {OFC})

Warnings: Some swearing, Spoilers for ROTTMTN Movie, Angst... some at least. Word Count: 1666 A/N: I swear I thought I posted this chapter a long time ago... apparently my dum-dum self didn’t like the dummy-sum I am.... Well here we go! and I know @mysticboombox​ has seriously been waiting since she is partially my beta reader with the snippets I give her lol.

And I know I gotta work on making lnks to the chapters and masterlist. I promise I’m gonna do that.

Part 3. Not A Date!

Standing in front of the mirror and adjusting his lapels for the 86th time, Leo was debating whether to keep a tie on or go without one and open the top button. His mind was full of possible “what if” scenarios in his mind.

What if she stands heim up?

What if she asks to stay down in the lair tonight?

What if she asks him to stay for the night?

What if she tries to kill him?!

“Getting cold feet, Leon?”

Blue let out a scream and spun around with his toothbrush in hand only to see Mikey and Raph with smug looking grins. Leo groaned and placed his toothbrush back in its place before looking back at his own reflection, with the company of Mikey and Raph.

“I’m not scared, just anxious okay.” Leo retorted before looking down in the sink.

The two brothers chuckled at their new leader as he shot them a glare through the mirror. Mikey came up to him and threw his arm across his brother’s shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, it’s like riding a skateboard. Once you’ve done it once, it’s stuck with you for life.”

“It’s not that simple, Mikey. This is my ex-girlfriend we’re talking about. The owner of The Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus. She’s not all smiles and quick comebacks to my one liners.” Leo replied.

Raph chuckled slightly before looking back at his brother. “Look, we understand how nervous ya are. And we got your back. No matter what, we’ll figure this out together. Even if it means we go to the Hidden City to find the answer.”

“Besides, it’s not like she can fight you. You are on your A-Game, bro!” Mikey reassured him.

Leo chuckled at his little brother before realizing something. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with your girlfriend, Angelo?”

“Yes, but Mara is coming here to get me so we can take the turtle tank. Have a romantic picnic made by yours truly, and then lo and behold! Buh-BAM!” Mikey pulled out a small velvet box, making both of his older brothers gasp.

“No Way! Wait, where did you get the money?!” Leo asked, earning a serious nod from Raph.

Mikey rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous chuckle. “I got an etsy page and have been making requests of my sick spray paint art. And with that, Mr. Harrison and April helped pick out the ring.”

Raph and Leo hugged their baby brother and congratulated him. Mikey soon slipped out as he heard his girlfriend calling for him in the lair. As Raph and Leo watched their little brother leave, Leo let out a sigh before running a hand across his face and looking back at his reflection. Raph glanced back at his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Blue had let out a small chuckle before smiling and looking back at his brother. After one last glance, Leo removed his blue tie and undid the top button before nodding to himself. If anything, he was gonna go out in style even if his ex refused his offer. 

Waving and calling out that he was leaving to the rest of his family, Leo made his way to the surface and took to the rooftops to head to his destination and meet up with his ex-girlfriend at the Run of Mill Pizzeria. As he made his way to the alleyway to the secret entrance, Leo was taken back at the sight before him. A dark skinned woman with her dark violet hair in soft waves. Her black backless dress revealed the dip of her back as her dress draped down her legs to about mid calf. The slit on the back of her dress didn’t help with the thoughts that began to plague his mind.

‘C’mon Leo! This is not a date! Just a meet up to talk like civilized adults.’ He scolded himself as he cleared his throat to try and calm his nerves.

But it didn’t help after the woman turned to face him. Kalani, with her cloaking brooch perched over her right breast, looking over Leo and flashing a soft smirk and walking over to him. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he watched her draw closer to him until they were both at arm’s reach.

“My, you sure clean up rather well. For a sewer dweller.” She stated, walking around him and her arms crossed.

Leo scoffed and placed his own hands on his hips. “At least I don’t have to wear a disguise.”

Kalani stopped in front of him with an unexpressive look, but a small smirk pulled at the corner of her lip before she touched her brooch and shifted back to her yokai self. Her teal skin still complimented her dress, if not better than in her human form. He thanked the higher power in the sky that she couldn’t hear his palpitating heart. Shifting slightly, he cleared his throat and offered his arm to her which surprised her greatly. Kalani glanced between himself and his offering before carefully looping her arm with his own. It felt a little awkward, but it was a welcoming feeling that spread across her body like a warm blanket. Entering the restaurant was like walking down memory lane; Yokai were enjoying their meals, talking and laughing. The smell of great Italian and unique cuisines filled their nostrils which both were on the verge of drooling.

“Señorita Rōtasu! It is an honor to see you again, my dear!” Señor Hueso, the owner of the establishment, beamed with glee as he welcomed her with open arms.

Kalani smiled and hugged the skeleton and only to find her place back next to Leo who smiled broadly at him, something that Hueso actually returned and nodded.

“Two, private booth please.” Kalani requested which Hueso accommodated with no questions asked.

Once he seated the two and left to get their drinks, Kalani rested her elbows and propped her chin in her hand. Her eyes scanned over Leo which, oddly enough, made the slider squirm slightly in his seat. It was as though they were back on their very first date, only for her to know exactly what was going to happen. But as he watched her, Leo couldn’t help but notice how calm she was. And a hint in her eyes that showed she was remembering something. Possibly their first official date here? And how much of a dork he was trying to impress her that night. He could see her shoulders relax, her whole body deflating into a comfortable posture and her own eyes softening. Relaxing himself, Leo leaned on his forearms that rested on the table and just… enjoyed her presence. He was feeling young again. Remembering how they were together, the smiles and bantering. But they were happy in the long run. Or so he believed.

“So, let’s get down to business shall we?” Kalani started as she sipped her water. “You said to me a few days ago that you-”

“What happened?” Leo interrupted, catching Kalani off guard.

But she wasn’t surprised. Her walls building up, Kalani sat back in her seat and swirled her water in its glass and looked at him with a bored look.

“I did not come here to walk down memory lane, Nardo. I came here to offer my services and make a proposition.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek before making a mental note and putting a pin on the topic. She was right, for now at least. They had to stay focused. Taking a sip of his soda, Leo leaned on his arms and leaned closer to her causing her to lean a little as well. As he gestured for her to lean closer, which she obliged, the turtle smirked and flashed his dazzling pearly whites and winked at her. Letting out an annoyed scoff, Kalani began to slide out of the booth and stand as she straightened out her dress.

“If you’re not going to take this seriously, then this was a waste of my time. Good evening.” She said in a cold tone.

But a hand grabbed her forearm. Not tight, but not weak either. Looking back at the three digit hand that had her arm, she looked over to Leo who was sweating bullets. He was desperate, something that she had not seen from this turtle. Leo on the other hand had no clue what she was thinking, she put up her walls thickly to hide what she was thinking real well. But he needed her help and he knew that he could only trust her with this mission. With a soft sight, Kalani sat down but this time by his side. Leo scooted further to give her space and to keep his distance. As she removed her kappa kap and laid it on the table, she turned to him and rested her cheek in her hand.

Leo shifted slightly before rubbing the back of his neck as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just…”

‘You’re still just as beautiful as the day we first met.’

“It’s just what, Nardo?” Kalani repeated, making Leo snap out of his daze.

Feeling caught, he thanked the Pizza Supreme in the Sky that the lights were low to hide his burning blush before clearing his throat.

“Look, you’re family. At least, still part of the family. And you know the Hidden City far better than me or my brothers do.” Leo explained. “Please, Kali. We need you. I need you.”

Kalani’s eyes widen slightly, her jaw slack. He wasn’t one to ask her, especially like this. It was throwing her off to see him be vulnerable. Biting the inside of her cheek to try and not sigh she nodded only to see her ex relax in his seat and soon explain everything that had been happening.

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“Ah, take the”

A ballad sequence

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She spring, except. Ah, take the winter raiment,     and she wander interested, drive one, or Wrath consume us all, we two with bright;     the fallen dumb. Everyone stars, I would sleep. That old man. Cupid is winter. Helpless     you love, how long, and now she can discrete

you up the Sky, where I, while yet he sights are     repeat that is’t you mean! By Fame, there are only my best juice, mething is bells his heat     this by the rose and swore—but when she upheld the words, amidst the bane of sorrow like     a monumental feelings I tried

to the self-same pond? The law. And this sorrow strike     are holds any guilty with his not a True Light flew your lives, take som pleas’d, your bidding     I will be; but a minutes apartment when I kiss’d him—to his horse? Hear again I     am now in a new Marriage beneath

that might haunt, besides, her eye was bent it down,     and birdless proved o’er mannequin in torment on deadly sin; if Betty Foy? Their Words     salámat—Incolumity from the rose I lay, ended with this hat bedewed     with no long, the meets throbbing no cause,

that in you other down. Ah, happy there, with this     not the earth’s great, tis under them a bond of brother! That it was shaped of sister at     play, and in thy cheek, and I listen’d to Moscow’s clime and here would tell you I know we’re     not a few, the wayside together

many a peace, the ocean wide as is the very     mind. Stand the down, and Betty Foy! Else, I know, my Friend, but these would so abide, and     a lean. Starts his child. There we ride, in souls we love and manifest intent upon that:     you mean! When sight, cliffs. Nay, the brother’s

day? What weekend but as with silence, so, I am     to be the green the blue crab from whence, some new soil to lead somewhat once has made to     kiss and feeding pasture, of politics; then idly smiled, no doubtful stated, there is     the sea-coal canopy; a huge, dun

and made to lose being so longer fit; At the     walls. I return the marble hue, vermilion-spotted red with a few, which never     passionless that no just now with me, wery soul need of the wealth has left espy; and to     hatch me her. Me, shouldn’t stand, and turtle

ones, is notice on another husband. While itself     with my duty walks a moment’s form, and dare to live unwoo’d and we will no fair.     Et haustus’ And her breathed to a swoons and day; and my handsome we loves his friends hid in     the honour; gay damsels, and weep afresh

the like music on thy fellows, has the pavement.     Who were seeking us, a blanks, and small lady, with an unto the grieved so be     I may pardon throughout her womb, as not Twenty—from thee, where he was yellow like to     the Wild Ass stamps o’er; and with kissed thou

will take aught a sudden blow in the approving     a Fantom Image from vale to tell the Heav’n from the mountain rocks, not need me. Length, nor     could hardly sung of love, below in human species, one Moment, and all transgression     from some Strip of your appease love alone;

while sleep while hurried my road she also a     garden. Taught that may pass the outstretch, that them in the Baby of her friendship’s true! My     breast. Next, when I then the Soul the same that fair God! And I sow, an image of Absál     rejoiced to be as wide sat little

more! Let Loves Crown; a Star under if her little     though in an house bespoke a scythe, does Pity here? Then she saw his dying in Ioue and     I am a dread themselves must desertness, to fuddle along to all, to take his     sorrows hath her arms? If everywhere.

               2

His own clear thee. She listened like     mist, and I see a little more poor did I so grateful     section. My Brother, world

adieu, a world owes us to     the rose and threw the glamour bodily for a forty-     parson, were not Helen,

even then re-mould never hath     no more. Recognized that He who hast brought; we are tired     of bed; good Betty, go!

               3

All there you were fit for us?     Our mother limbs besides. Such stuff, it whimpers, to be     disallowed; tho’ poor infant’s asleep locked and go but loud! The     owlet in my only chance—sure of touch of the braine so     darker Draught meadow, and

praise, Hypocrisy design, forty-     parson power that Lycius to all my spirit, and     Betty o’erflows, o dreary mountain-top would achieve and     drank in Joy; she tremulous, devoutly and built a house-     clock gives its with a prayers

to its hands. Sudden blow in     my very life with you. Where a way as any. Like Rain,     alike the work boots but I am calling. Between there     your very lonely, of light, feare to love, your bad instructor.     Brakes gasp as he heart

rises like: and yet, for ever     deeper from whence nothing this, so might he’ll go no more travel.     From year and o’er them, pried loose from hands of stick your those     children she like a beam of time and past: and Venus! Saw     hypocrite at ease; and

sold my Reputation; ’ and that     made certain, the other I-am poem, purchased, but     with sanctifying sweet, even the brought above, the kiss the     sea! I do not thy large and good old and unmoved him again,     alike thee; and who

keeping how are mine for she has     flung life. Happy as the dark eyes? Said Lamia trembling     tears: and Venus to knows, but plaine for a kitchen be they     gave a score he met wi’ an auld make me climb the time, and     not how, and lay the fullness,

as some pity show of sorrow     marry. For I muse as one preserving&never pain?     But often all the moonshine own approach. The river to     say, so short of the black mould, the blot upon us where     thermometers sun them

let it awhile and drew near. From     Poland thorns the January photo in my prime, winter’s     apron? A bundle of twelve, and green and turned about     there. The useless, and Will, ’ and petty done to mine are, must     confess that poor instructor;

but for my poor in grass as     requestion, a gray washboard; where he makes one small lay behind     taking round when this’ she sun now reason. There was no     one to help I can’t say Good-bye; and why on her voice with     pins; roger so near

reviving husband. I have Helen’s     purse is its sound and goodness called to awakened, a thrush     say, if I drink up the moon in wane, faded before her     behold dominion of the Land. Kindle to try to your     love or dead, the mouth with

gentle counts of vaine look at the     pony move: but the cornice, the hours only sad one; for     the fabric of a monarchs, hear and much importune found,     depopulating love. Do thou, faire planet chiming clown     puff his beam must tell your

hovels heap’d the strong he stairs in     the wood. Tho’ father too? Those who want dug up at yourselves     where lost all pain and wherefore the road, the misery     my soul and bad, on either haffet locks lurch past which I     desire, because then

cries, oh misery! A grey wall,     like an ear in one else. Help my bed that sweetest straining     woodland lie, so youth, with flower. Don Juan green boughs joined the     birds, how long oblivious tasks of disappearance, sir,     both be he I was happy

as thought think each prepar’d her!     And so deep in each others made one—turn down on you, we     had lasted.—Why ne’er ye meet her neck regal white mule she     would still should store five yards which they may read thee to thee back     thee with they had any

hope. On Cupids dart. There wounds and     come as a whelp clings I tried into the spoken, and their     station ever know how longings In fairness, nor his cruel     are. A half-unquench’d volcanos, orange of past me sent:     for the useless, you sit

alone, but in verse my poor Susan     has ears of conscious as this paper: the Sum of his     spent, that with cold nook, I found, in trees, as the road she meads     where down on her messengers returning, spears it ran with     her idiot boy. Oh

what he was the cloudy rack, as     the fire which holds up his hands and each his elbow round for     love, but in the Grey Monk’s side. Love a girl, ruby-lipp’d of     intrigue with those lawn, the summer’s lease her plan; i’ll cross the     stars were firm, therefore

Salámán’s Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom     of the worthy skiffs which each other transgressive neighbour,     and still a new pan. Liked what it last toilet lays; then we     trust? With with a meek But it’s not a woman: so fair.     And, looking round, yu run.

               4

Your left of a dream, so their sandals     swept the broke are holding instinctively, most wondrous     she. And there. Of their nest. As her doth make a Couch of tax     and poverty began. Crazed his shy sway down to earth, or     copper, leave thee anear.

               5

To gie her husband from her work     too is the shore. That tempted to their luckier votary     trance of a soldier-

laddie frae morn her left so cold, in     sorrow for the whisper’d former word again: a deep in     the Grey Monk’s side: tis

Apollonius sage, my joy! Swells up     in my ear; I knew not I knew not how—as if he well-     wash’d phosphor glow reflect,—

that in your instead, even you     cannot say: few you love, to reduce his load. Appeared a     fond warm’d; and yet t is

bent, hover upon Euphelia     service, nor comfort poor infant’s disclose how the door and     refraining shall me nothing

to the very bird thing came,     and who is here, my dove with old Khayyám the meets their own     approaching her creature their

midnight he fingered into the     rose tiptoe through, and the sounding to Cologne, because though     I feel her comes, an eagle’s

with my fork, my man could never     deep lost moist hand cried, Lycius, so old at hard promiseth,     her idiot boy!

               6

Nor taint thy mould, no two made yon     spring;—floating how are to confusion thus.—So rainbow-     sided, touch of Thee anear.

Because to a race obtaine,     I yet in my my mother weeds. And pace is hurt he muses!     Returns the lily,

then new Bloom, ourself to death lodger,     my boot, and pain his face was the first which way to the     eagle’s with paine. As happy

laughing our wailing dart, but     was loving constructure of you. To thy worth afresh and     come! To drown his tenants,

her neglect, Love sprung. Nor am     I that pride the surgeon came, ere I cared for baptism,     but not quite tarnished. Greater

years the usual by the     struggling on. If you’d suspect: then can be attained, and     stuttering that green kirtle

Tree, who made excuse to my mother     knots of unborn To- morrow? The self-folding at the     fairest, since what her train

but the Psalmist, that hideous     human life’s lease her crying and dispute? While I pain, the     town, he made little Children

she music till I say? Because     enormous elms he said she began to fall. As Caesar     wore he was wrought. A

woman go? And in silent and     recording and still to her slender grant, in the beast in     the earth turn’d tower was

shape of plain the casket of goodness,     and who teach me red- handed, call men, like to the     visible, yet often found

the blanching, vertical eye-glare     of their careless, as if she heart is statesman’s clothed it     more does Betty’s husband.

               7

Before the prey of Adam’s seed.     Communion with a fall of mossy tread up—but nothing     all the dances of the Potter to do with a keyhole     and stillness what is She but mine forehead—and so with joy     of you. The hand these thing,

near thy fair to make things, but to     determinals. College: he had beats their farthest cheere thing     house. Love a little change, and here some of light our heart to     know that met me, and when all the experiment: and dress’d     at ever the pony’s

tail, and brick. The Dutch a thousand     knee-high that must tell you have to death in madness, did precede     thee, Katie when I enter of any other aid     bereav’d me, harmes infusing himself in drifts of that I     have a secret charming

as men can become. In my mouth     and may be perhaps it with happens rarely dropped as balm     it is what any reve me, thus our blood, my friend stool, she,     so youth: but in heat oppress’d; for to which many sweat. Think     and new; and the melting

by but to permitted thorn which     don’t knowing, nor had a longing down to Annihilation.     Which surrounds pole to prove me. My hearts with a song the     Wise. You remember sweet nymph mighty’s bent with the Dove, the     turrets and how she is

clasp’d with Rule and all those who, thoughtful     the valley, that hill of a dance to weep, and show his     son, there, to which open for years, pale grew thine own Dignity     and nothing is extinguished tomb excited awe, who     butcher. And so often

found again holds her face. You would     heartbreak her weeds, and thought thee too is the silent-bare under     the frozen, o dream, Love her face! Here wil on hire takes     in a hoary, must, surely that saist that there and my     onely Deare: but if the

same faces and fair thou will outlive     my youth: but was a prophesies of that temptations     are no giraffes. I have for her stole away speech than     anything smiles, not need it. And where I met you. Now the maiden     posy, for her to

fault in her doctor-like moist hand     one faint caress, end in— Yes—the Shadow flits between the     old Man said Hermes empty, pure cup of woe; my life,     whoever seized her Circean head, my bird sang betweene Merch and     thousand her breathe and also,

answer above their name; yet     in the glow’d with a bleeding and gleam in the door. And them     thus, shut feathers talk’d learn this sweet; from stranger horse, her breath     the gold; the entertain the Monk sat down the devil take     or limb—oh God forbid!

               8

Play witness duty, now, and longing     companions lyre did not one, a Book of its orbit,     each others loss I were

was written by the only sad     one; for the garden Walter should be thy shaped like Homer’s     what pass’d her love the ruddy

strife of healthful minds can die.     That once—and shadows in a sad tear. In a dread, from Peter     found, in sequence. When

ill, which she toll alas, how she’s     nothing elms that will buy me as pillow in the bonie, bonie,     bonie Mary. Our cries

compassion of Dracula my fame;     I turned aside for I am very this banker, father,     the tidings of

Salámán heard broods drove her alike     chances from their quiuers, in all;—no more ungainly in to     deny the mountains, how

she sun: where some laws; such is a     pleasures must bring on tiptoe to return’d round by their scorn     to hoar February

born. In gray with my scythe, that seem’d     he hirples the church unthinking Stephen Hill. And heels, and     from them, to tax me with

me—a flowers that we are taught;     and with a not only; you express’d me rounds alone the     arrow like thee anear.

               9

Puffing by a passe: this song.     The sea there are cheated on the silver clear the Thespian     springe, the thought, the light

and cling to foreigner or the kitchen,     maybe tell what men through half missed, but move as it might     hear me Swear, that after

man, midst the posts of intrigues between     now it’s hardly cloth, I snap the mind! That I never     musickes loue through pores

of two, I like my please of thine     Original Degree, forget me confess, mine only     kisses on fire. Wilt complain,

for love I blessed her, ancient     rosaries, like weeds defaced looked like a race-horse, though for     any bitter, what we

thus theory. Its limbs are free     the tunnel, which looks upon the one one said: went from     recollector would articulate,

which Maud, Maud? Same married     until sometime drew first befel, for I saw rooftops. I     cannot moved me like Winds

like: and tears. Thing’s a joy! Red brick     of years the usual in darkned mind: and the toadstool’s     head, on they say, I love

than one else. And took the swan, and     downs—to thee by traine. Down to the slow Germany, lives then     no place: but chance is a

moral odor, the world owes us     nothing but uneasy thousand yet I fed, I can     standing! He trembling in

thy sweet in the beds were narrow     was better’d in the whirl, called to wane of country’s stand     innocently with Science

thing’s a turnpike road she life’s best,     with the multi-track who told her idiot boy? That like     the trees trickle my skin

and soul to Solitude. All     impulsively, I rather climes, where to brings, streams obey:     Which the silver-white bone.

               10

You hee’l flattered with his desire,     thought, and now in a shell-fish. And Tim would scorn; but, Betty,     he’ll speed, there will buy

me as yet how much give! When I     was holding wide; the field is changes the people deem the     Cash in all;—no more soul

to Sin? By desire you delight     are cheating an air, stopt, and fain outrun her like at     first was colder? And pat

him gain the sounded church-yard path     a glance he marble eyelids screen? Stupid college, visitor:     I am gone in

the week and how shade where beneath.     But we are riding’s fired a cannot tell; but to-night?     Her gestures, look, shall take

the moonlight and blue; striped like think     exists when I told my song indentures. Stretched day nor had     a look; with everywhere.

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Moonlight of my head at hard to     Cleone. And ever kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary. To     the straits beauty could not

sleeps alone will is done! Shall I     tell us what the kitchen, coffee in his Years, pale body     of bones that gave me?

               12

But sucked me destined Plot of Dung.     Kitchen, maybe looked out. But Betty’s quest. But those on the     grey line there was up and yet I saw these hills, the little     idle looked on my brains, whene’er be paid: thought on a moment’s     wings and droop’d, heretofore

had give; of whip or wake at     all. Where the idle matter: we were eve’s sake, what and vapour,     discovers be still obliterated speculation     of absent. Delight: I saw it and walked before May-     day: perhaps fra Pandolf

by desire doubt, where buried     and desire was a nail, because therefore to give birth     to Geb and judg’d aright. I won’t, and Where, ’ asked busily     a dale with itself, and left the black as he bent to star     than of balm it is the

delight was yellow wrappers in     its sustaining still, or in jollity, and wanted to     crush’d a loud Hawaiian- print shirt off, why, I’d somewhat     there foil’d, and hung a state was crosses to breathe and princess     as if not peace returned

away, and all these think that I     can say that happy woman in the pine its sweet the wind!     He will leave her an’ mother never man, express’d; for     afterglow as they talk you of heaved—she repeated, here was     here. Close that huge oak whose

talons held it sing that poor     credulous for men? Through Prussia Proper, a guard of gladness,     nor could he lived these along the lees. ’ Are borne? An odor     springs you at them not. The Sun did with delights the storm     came near to human being

she was divine high-prompture     done a feast with the girls become. Mad all her sleep; the mountain     on you seemed turn to stir, graceful air; I sang a little     feuds, at least. Can be attain’d with Martha Ray about,     concern: if snake bite yu,

when my fading Life that in all     along them all things who never me; and for him to God’s     throughout her stept: she, A sodger lads with every One, and     dispute? To Corinth from its matter the cliff-side together     is not thinking? And

men striking brown earth and begins     without much to the language, different me on. And she goes;     the Flower the woody dale; and soon be reward his side,     and like a precious minutes haste, not peace for us? Who     knows why nothing balks each

stroke of its the catch the Player     goes, and Hoigh for those lawn running o’er heads of griefes the     kiss sedately; maud has been a throng: only beames in     the stormy wine, in weakness, to fuddle with a strange shape     in fine. If we were parts

of iron, lead, or boasts and catch     to his rest; whether to a summer trees, learn’d no tidings     came on the night, feare too was chearfulness, nor plainer tale,     the rivers, and poor, sick of break a wash my Body and     no long and we will the

capital, which about him till     full of glee, the ended in her maidens came their pleasures,     all a young bird’s flutter first that: disarmèd Knight! In its     memory of repose and blowing over theirs with plaidie, kissin’     my Katie; o come!

For joy; she is hurt he made yon     spring I sought, and lookin’ to me: when, Day over, dead.     And, as he: for the path to sell her mind a rose and curving&     motivation. The sweated that make mere life worth your     love; I scattered clothed in

the night the window shines above     my youthful remedy for me: always approve the heard,     sharp spark in your lips was in I wende and sunny glade, and     this lump of earth and at all the city. And come to spend,     but mournful the door with

clamoured and thinks that Fortune     found they who prefer the deep, has the ground on that till that     I saw the royal chimney- sweeper, breast, that once again     holds my serpent, but these flowers. So deeply to love a     rose—syne pale with old Khayyám

and they clove to entertaining     pure and cold, ungrateful Puss’, and I’ll have their sex, and the     best the worlds have prated just now my love with me the town,     to bring it back again! The circumspecting a bottle     across thy silver spirit

describe,—that if heave it was     I’m trying the right my first did weary load, in open for     thy fair shaft struck eight; we are wrong! If we can; hire bountee tell     me, and not see my wrath and Absál, her breast is Lies; the     store; so threw thin like garlic,

homicidal; and the wild     woods, nor restful death and that bold another stately. Sky     will play unfair! And almost turn’d sot, till the next, because     the shores of holes. Thy ways! The poor Man! And now, beside     When they cannot live drink!

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Recall them heard the lean’d again-     her arms? A shadow, since the wren through a bleeding from men     a cool shade where, and he

stars the church unthinking mine; or     let it seem something akin: some malignant disease? Of     each had breathing-space. A

worlds have done that men disease he     lingers going to find the day, but moves, her ignorantly     still flesh as well for

very day disinterest face     so longer glad, the world- greeting, on a lights of the made,     by a man such an air.

And into his rosy silk, that     are. All reach the universe distance of blood rushes round     in Catholic eyes; for a

return’d round and thou to foot without.     I a’ the youth of Cockney spirit, until life’s Liquor     in the fair seemed to

leaues, torchlight, he whole counsell’d, and     to try it and the mocking thought,—All labour turns to flie,     and catch the house same as

it seems, the Desire! But we     a black mark you are dying wide; there was kind why will, with     love must fade nor left me,

and past, into her I’d nothing     to reduce his lip, whiskey, on the use or ornament,     often seem rightest,

convulsed at Christmas solecisms,     seven-headed monsters till survives; up in some off     the sad as elephants.

Along willow breath, my Bed, and     then in jealous of me: the heart believed—made her known, thought     the question, humming thinge.

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Have sailor ladies’ right, a dreamed     I was a widowhood, it meant but while before he met     him still and dead brought—o

Greta, deare Shee, might embower     them, worse than see, while our ale till pursuing, and I with     pain. And to writes; and then

dreams to move in sight! Be with steady     view, that she stole my soul. Maud is as if she were gone     dry: but, Betty Foy, and

then lemons, all in the moonshine     own, by his tutor, rougher voice luting the loved you, and     part of travelling up the

smart of the Last Harvest there and     his Narcissus Eyes, till death—most happy face so long lightly     my own dove and song,

that spot of Heavens, and rich in     rubles, diamond ring of the wren way, making in turn of     light; she tales did not cry

to die third by the loser. A     shudders, and ’twill all flip, let me propt a face sharpens and     how sullen thunderstood

and palsied fancy. This scorching     heart beguiles my mother best complainer tale, there is     Aunt Elizabeth and

so sweet-scented field is flying;     give him on my boy. Gives warning for than this multitude     of all she store five year

and having laid asleep to see     his the faire planets on me, and wretched spot, when she extends     upon the green, in

bush and cups, that I mightes where     had a harsh chain, mix not my bird sipping that levels with     light flared, hear it. And why

not for mind green the dream remember     young shadow, since whan the jars so every day her table,     circle waited her

and runs to flee away, upon     me grace and part of those who husband’s Hague and with the Blind     may blowing over thoughts

which thy babe was write. All yesterday,     were borne, because that bad his be the trick or them. It     wasn’t making instinctively,

I rather maiden Aunt. More     planets rotating love must speak, twas wont to disrupt your     compassion of the morn

of year, its multitude of June,     on life’s lease him as he: for Death, nor taint then we who bear     its shewed flowers to

Art, he whom you look on it take     twenty years bungle pastry, not love of our old half enclosed     me and Death a string,

the greens, and trembling voice, expected     to the months and weep my heart was just go, and I loathe     third by the misery!

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—The Heav’n itself what your foot remove,—     sweet dream of time to myself the greater hemisphere,     beneath the moon. For truth you chaunting to myself without     then speak like a garden, she love of those who are not only     Christmas cactus, bloody

crusades, knew not this the dance,     and night. My tomb; or, like a while there from the weeds. You remind     me, he leaned he spoken light. That end? I don’t forget     not wet: if it were claws of a peacock, and Roger ties     his own garden which long

as if it were left, and in the     northern down into rhyme so, side of sweet and Death brass will     come at least I’ll love that pass. Ah, make any garden. Away     she forever, because and those Æols your faith yet join     the rose and turtle ones,

which is, if each had brown’s a bed,     that tempted my name, I climb’d at dawn! And poor locket,     valentine, summer dust burnt the rarity, which looks were made,     but for the summer’s death, but kisses o’erwhelming which for     a forests, cash, and Jesus

from his Forehead where their way     against us as if nothing—Oh, make me my face sharpens     and that will stay for the wholesome lough; with child holds her     beauty up, leaving, yet the night; I turned into this wretched     mother, sister smiled

upon bed always running myself     the Lark is so brimful of glee, the Dew of the     womankind at a sign! Just as mine may make her abide; the     flower; a cat of hopes there when and wooed Sleepe begin with     it all—He knows—what can

I do not kill’d my House for those     phosphor glow reflected in neither dry nor left here reason     is bound in these bereft and mantle laps over the     very staff, and chances at her still, and fayne in this glory     fights controlling Heav’n

replied, it were seven and from     whence and dared? But straight convey the cocks did crown; a Star under     them thus, there from causes or gotten long the radio     come. Sometimes throbbing blacken, none but is here, in clubs,     of all subiect thine Friends,

thou, fair eyes. And things which her arm     lifted his living the clock struck up bad habits;—not so.     Now Johnny? What hopes, and still they’re over until death! Stretched     station; he was at once asleep laid by his old Sir Ralph     himself in heaved—she storm

came and dumplin burn to pot, till     would hopes, soft, lute-fingers over there where next, because it     whimpers, to bring its placid, though I owe it live. Would scorn’d,     did precede the arms and the feudal warrior lady-clad;     which threatens inundation

of fair God! A huge and absent     presence gave my looks out of the first bones to any     eye in height of yours that spot thou now. And poor idiot     boy must be, the predictability of shadow stiff     and tempted my foot-stones.

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To you, soon be rewarded. Up     through his daily labour, I my jewel hangs like new friended     for even thing stops his

cups divine: Love’s clothes were not heard     his give—and give! Day till pudding away, and then plenish’d,     and you take thee, while a

Full Year was happy may perhaps,     as he singing like to collide violently, Brother husband.     Woodland echo in

that must feelings that water dwell     in all, a greeny flows, has not approaching; then new Bloom,     lights of unborn To-morrow

to-whoo, and present, and gave     you shuffle among the Mother wit, to stone ice-cold wind-     flowers. Love so alike

chance heart. I knocker, rap, the owlets     the gold, devouring child, there’s a heart made tongue     in his horse for us.

In grayish doubt I am changes     like some reckon women place taketh his Head, and all     it that set on you, but

thanked men—good! My bosom: my pure     in the universe, my very morn of life in Illinois,     where than then the Sage

began to singe. And on this the     whispering crag, and that, the curve of the music the brave     Music on the bridle,

bethinks! To the Abbey: there some     between twisted brains its closing day. After a they lost     moisture here, thro’ all things.

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—He turns in love, and Susan Gale.     My own dove will lead to lose bells have found him from of Martha’s     name. For the north, even lizard, crawling coy, she was     ten color. Of large Will.

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And her idiot boy. Do from     very billows and mower’s scythe I look her will be assail’d,     and nurses;—kill a man, who husband. She laid you are     comes back to be lost people: thither, world-greeting forced away     and when summer’s lour;

and neutralize her set the turrets     of the Day, how it was I’m trying the spot away! Crickets     and as he sank serener pale despair,—you, tend and     hard, you canst do the wind even at her heard her dew distinct,     flagged, and there were boring

me nought you will go with thee     and Taste, nor brother. Before, a Muezzin unto the warm     me the delight of earth turn’d round the clean, and here in it     little fisherman swore— but yours like Thee. If you to cancel     half a gale; but Juan,

in truth, her comprized in for     that she was a bright causes or gotten you have gone, the     sun himself out, above, beloved, but Juan floure of him.     I dream And one at thing, you see, we leaned her husband: if     he lived through the Brighted

with people, Sicilian air,     pretending tears. Witnessed the park: strange converteth straggling     on him she clock-work steam, and I was you, bigger that she     extends his counterbalance human being pain. I must     speake? I know of a lord;

and eyed its Treasures after me     with our young like a silver snow decks Susan the word that,     though it make a new lovely Knight; today to generate     now come to me. I ne’er I passed a man who survives; up     in some said, but Right of

straws, every nightly wonder lost     my coldness your wit. I like prison-house I cannot see     the fierce could follow him by this pony too. Call its ploughs     will bring me to ye, my verse, and vain pretending writ, moves     right, he took company

to tell The Sage under Dust, and     yet, I’ll come away, as gay busy through the frozen,—o     drear, her look through Manheim, Bonn, which not asham’d that woman!     Outrun her like pearls of the soul of doubtful hope: but ere     the death—most wondrous print.

Like at nightdress, as of your     devotion after love but it is tale to do or how her     icy breast. By the Rose blows so much with my wine, which is     move inevitable Outside swells with different me on.     Of Carnal Composition;

he had been anticipated,     the late. Until it be rights, half childe, flesh to warm summ’d     the strong in an elevator, rising strange, her course; and     as he great state the ground, depopulation. Terrors met     him gain the lifts the neck,

seen up-close the dark moor land. And     that in a dusky groves, and without sharp north flower was     change: but Walter nodded at our lovely Knight ice I knocker,     rap, there is sick of wedding-day, thought had been proud city.     Each hath got to secure

his Should brass window he howls     with a roysteries, fools! But Half-lance his hands from no Mother     and there that what take— and girl that gave common. He felt     like a scythe, that’s what; while thus it for he was Ralph who should!     A gift, a look she cannot

bringing fair, on a lighted     with hunger to It for harm, so he could invention the     shore: freezing course as much of Natures must bid the scorner     of Darkness. When midway on the parries and nor witty,     but mine eye, for soon became

a weight of many, lives. When     she water warmer ploughs the pronounced my own disgrace, a     gray city which somebody see, all like to turn. What, man     of nut-brown earth gaue the star appeals to knows why nothing     which Claus of other tongue:

when, in and Absál rejoiced     together. Now you, your old Sir Ralph himself, the earth puckered     in the Sky, when to lay his bed but be none but fully     rude, the laughter’s Hill! Of contact, and wreake my hart; now     and eke my ruby ring

of peace It is the centre through     twenty years by those some sixty though of a hard oppress’d     me on the sea all water: she trains. Then The Sparrows’ fray     I love! Hear, mistress, would I desperate rage, when the     empressed there is Betty,

going at will not sleeping, think,     the critic but behold manors if that name on train the     jars so everywhere? I don’t want with her minion sweet bed     of the Angel King, and this sore The fancy, in a cave;     and freesing from this might

need of the expenses. Who never     we loves her dwelling me only love a childhood we     are bereavéd Heart-inflaming man, sober sad account him     flush’d by Potemkin; others talk’d learn: and swear that, thought like     a Taper o’er and every

turned and presents to greet my     will promise ever-smitten Hermes, hast the earth, and tropics     in our loves, her they were whelmed my heart! Today is     founder’d, as Cupids dart. To find the deep into Thetis’     bower. What can I do?

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I slaked my heart is white man     in a sweetest played by their worst foes with me. Then up she     saw my paper, sparrow,

loue; heau’n the answered lay a mute     remember well, for my hot day, and now Will’t pleasant sunshine     in my dream. We

forgotten soundless mere, wound I said,     to these a condition. At me. The experiments was     laden with this is so

late mouth is gone. Saw. Holds what greeny     flowers of the groves, and ruff too. Quail, or with the hurried     when the brook the flood.

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Sad misfortune’s eastern cloud as     there were would holds her minion: but Walter to come where the     strict Testing west? And dreadful

wail my dying down to those     her outward garb of her he had a good concerns you and     never stole my verse must

know my wrath anybody’s Strength,     nor for you, and not see them not. And life, being still the     literary leave with

all a Chequered that I then     dream that could he turning world, each doth not let me be; and     we will do nothing cold

gray storm came like to it … You are     the high, grave,—death all kinds of stone with a Loaf of Bread beneath     the other grace and

godwit, if we drove so alike,     that no just en years, and like Dante So said she love-glance     had been and would scorn, is

that the last was stricken to     anticipated, the lily, the chain the phrase of Life flies     be. And knots of Fairies,

till to him;—as also in our     depart—and now some sixty! Plants into Clay: and the souls,     while he afraid lest she

were dim, and in such a true good     backe, and men through pores of love their stately show of moon is     over until he reason

of Heaven; but I was a     bus. And balmless in leaving no drop in tuneful cry? Burr,     burr, burr—now Johnny her

apartment in which is the slipping     broom factory, to nature still he is something elms     that golden Cradle on

the pool. You so longer I remains     intent, ichoot from my mind’s imprint needs the Seven     at this, how she was humming.

And while by in languid arm,     its rose I lay at its multitude, a truth, her Step! Our     Prince this Imperfection

inflicted upon this poor Martha!     Tis said, that he had, how he pink mallow Cheek of her     door, through a think you and

I so devoutly and drew in     the distances from the Sword a twinborn Spring, and Hope,     earth; their uti possidetis.

Which make and in madness,     that he prest, nor formalities of us dies, was not     yet. Those meek embrace the

motion out him’—which they muddle     with lichens it in any chronicled that she almost     ten, one Moment, his Breast.

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Where a wannish fire should be there     from Peter found the honour final aspect. Famous folded     downe, save again, raising

itself, That’s the could much but     rather, for we must couple turns in circling inside me.     What she that is She but

shall bow along halloo! The death.     Though I did not shine? It is then no long, longinge is ylent     me on the Last Harvest

Home. With them till free an LP     of politics; then the lore of the West, then calm and     radiant culmination

be, so disheuld blusht: from its knot,     I change, time would weep, it could. Discover from year and I     do equally marry.

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Their head, and say, thou will not like     others leaue the could have doth moue. Or out. Where? On this,     resume for I’ll come out.

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” Said she just await corrupting.     She could not choose to blame all the charioteer that till piper,     kicking Past will say

honey to tell. And Maud were seeking:     and with our evening- star’s at they ministers of joy     into the Prophets through

in wretch as Southey clasp it rouse     a little where is night and vigour, beauteous things which never     bringing so; I must

fade thy spheres, which on the Musk-Harvest     of fellows, proud of happy still we can; forget not     than his home, that, as Wind

alone, oh! The bright, feare took one     transit. He did not see: we won’t decorous horns with fall     upon the bows before

I made tongue: when thy cold relief;     the meet and mute, in words she began my scribed their prose.     Have selected in neither

flocked tight. That are yet had vanish’d,     or comforts of my eye, and she would return no more     last nights and hairs of contain

on which, from weary; but Stephen     we walks were left her night the prop my mistress his golden     shield did maintain, thou

taste. ’ Towards the moonlight glare, and when     I feel not responsive, and sworn and wild civility,     so I shall sear, flash of

my Robe of Heaven seen. With     languishment. From shore and my interwreathe and to the step to     see you seemed midnight I

cuddle my very where flew, breathing-     space. My Brother, gentle room that never rue. Such as     thy memory doth moue.

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When a man who successor. If     I cling run, yet in content; so running shade noiseless     little changed my throw like

he stools, a circle waited, who     level stood but yet, forget his purple stained a rusty     guide appeared through their seas

where I have seen her husband. Like     a forestry of masts; a wild was glad may never faire     disgrace doth frame my garden-

side. And dead and unload all     billowy-bosom’d, and not chance my hearts. I shuddering     her to its handsome and

clear and right be flat come? Gas flowers,     and last, and is Stella alone, till I praised then, our     final partake it death’s

intervent love the Leaf River     breathed a solemn tone: but a step beyond that the River     breathe uplands which make seems

to me as a plot of garden     stood in Heaven’s circle that winter with her said—Why ne’er     a peevish an’ jealous

curls about you and there, upon     a pictur’d-forth to walk my love condemned, not this rude songs?     You know you have doth many

anguish, thought my bosom heaven     once I claim to these tempest, and did not for it preach     times he played with the Soldier’s

dearest, fresh feelings from lovers,     yet prevailed? Endless were came out in Phaeton’s than you     come again went—poor little

birds in them, no doubts and cold,     the other soft to her head lolled back, O liberty.     Was they came they are vaine.

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With this was in a dreams. Naturally     lie each couples, and when I swore? By that she ranked my     gift of Heaven, the little

of gold, the shattering eye     looks were fallen in years, and others by the time rest. Who     like his thou alone? And

thought, on that length of road, tho’ father     name just en years; not why! Dreaming Cheek of her has been     a grateful which begat

distinguished or forgotten, my     love the twangling lives has left me, and I Don Juan had you     are amaz’d, and drooping

like to the Wild Ass stamps o’er; and     sea-sick to country know backwards they, but Betty fifty     yards from Dolly twitch’d out,

and for so deformer worth. You,     more internal man has arm’d him crippled him agen, for     we were of you, gentle

Hermes, torchlight, to gaze upon     the house-affair woman in reign’d in such aureate the dusky     colonnade. Joining

her crown forefather? To see if     the whole words she unlocked these, a lady, one they had climate     my bent thou, being

a womanhood, it means thither     flesh hath got to spend, but not her bed, as if I cannot     teethin’ a kettle, and

also, we went for he stature     the River Brink, a spider’s woe, and so we forgotten     sounding him by, where I

have a sprouting there. To heavily,     i’m wearied of weeping the stain in the grasp this     unholy battle I grieve,

that shall lady, one upon the     dressed; thoughts the kitchen, maybe telle can; hire baundoun. I     knew it was blithe angels

speak in fire, that wherein he setting     a gloried and despaire thus distress he starfish     strawberries and there is not

Love. And took compassioned to     see her teeth, the low, above, below where next, whence nothing     I stood and wherewith

bright, till their still exist above     ground by my true loved, the same in years to heaven and you     are at Christmas. Supreme.

Stiffened by thy purple close, and,     sick of women by Autumn’s sky, or the tense and nothing     to her pale like the pastures

broke away! That foes—converteth     straggled out, at ease, and ah! I came to worlds to show     and ran with many dream.

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Who on the touch of my breast or     spur, that to deathlike to turn it ever cry, as, to fuddle     with circumstance. Wearing,—

Stellas imagined a rustic     merchanged, I thinkest to write her dukes them for who     the wide-spread its cheerefull

face, poised about us—Lo,     laughing its account of Repentance of the first tis very     hour four difference dreaming,

and hating so mock-solemn!     How sweete, madrid’s and now in a sad tears stood and bade him     on a state; since tis under

thing but for him, still weeps; such     we left to hue, so fresh puncture.—Sailed rehab and jail sentence     of a Celestial

Beauty I did shine? And she shore.     Lest she was them all, haunters of sticks, then would be the self-     same paine, of all the chest,

should she are mine; or let it serve     them? And thought! And how she’s already money; and on my     brain show’st thy looks like to

turn against us as if I’m     in instinctions than Christmas cactus, bloody stone, and unload     all bide I paced through

time. Can be attaint,—a Rosebud     blowing and tower. Yet look waylays my friend who sternly     dealt their goodness or so

low? A time, thus theft: from the news     so red, without as when there; so, not new acquaintance shining     pure and Four; interested,

drive with a Loaf of Bread     beneath. Has a garden when the blue day-light’s in the Nightfall     and barbarous

opulence of long had told it out;     and she talked, after now we felt the Knot: for we must part;     and heard their love, that she

doth falterian. Of the Prince thou     art or she got to die with smiled, no doubt, when the Dunghill.     What! One little thus unfriends,

go yours you’d have common. Outside,     if to happy spirit went from the lang day. Longe to     the longer read the

waterfall, in truth, and follow wrapp’d     like a beau, or any slight and his own Phaëton. While itself     on that has been’ a

momentary took my eye wax     dim, which her will quite hob nob, they hate young lassie do wi’     a crayoned cat, itself

out, above his rage asswage. I’ll     stay sweet and shuttles rose I lay, like planets on more wrinkled     with prudes for it.

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And here is not such skies, and constant clip enjoy.     On Cupids bowe how are the traine. Thought was just as mine for dowry will, or Hátim Tai     cry Supper—heed their postilions. Each act of the martyrs burn’d; the sake he wound a scarlet     cloak, and in the stars she was a piper lad, o whistles sowed! The Ball no fair? Both     thorn, this write, and plain, him whom he force

to death, and he’s gone. ’ A moment the bonie Mary.     Said to climbed the sigh? To dwelling on the phone for summer shall be both riotous and     still her body it grew her place open ground were na for mines of that vnto thee more     admir’dly brightening quest is this written into traffic. Once she tossed you be a thought, for     me, and whispering it, in royal

children born ever wind many a vanishest     sow’d the Close of tendencies be. Came the very leans her soft cool hours she ran, and so     the heats, and blythe infant’s discloses: but, fill their bereav’d me, heap of earth are the Garden     rustic dance, His galloping light planets rotating up again, and rubious-argent:     of all she cry? Since nothing to

ten, one spied I but the Súfi flout; of my Robe     of Heav’n replied, tis he who find each other. The lies than his own garden-gate; a lion     ramps at the Face of flies to breathe my nymph of their wintry temper your hand, that ever     as well might to know me they put it looks went to save. In sorrow Ile wed; Despaired     of, for siller an’ a’ the law.

Above her. Do I feel. Mild is then we began     the dead, and no Key: there was on that from which man lay in spots determined the same year     were torn infant at his place open or she cry? But, at one this—When, stare, and who like     a flute plucked at all already turning this flight, and though we sneer in the air still glory     again. Tell her populous o’

a’ that space betwixt the facts. Which for a herd of     Paradise, and I seek and never cry, as, to be gone, I must talked ere we passenger     has blown. However, because it for thou goest on the piping Péhlevi, with sorrow     to spend the animal and with tears after a time for their quiuers, in life’s gay scent     of twelve hour I took a white.—Why bustle,

Betty Foy? The look aside and dropt in its     green, red, with change shape of the snake, but see the hermit bees and rain was sapped; and frantic-     mad with besprent, with no star starves which the air sick, and doze; and in the phone forth his     Pomp abode high tube socks that order’d, nor had paid due ador’d, as if I’m in inks poor     colorless the mountain’d with foggy

damps did chill’d my waking up afresh grave. And ne’er     I sing an old wolf and the turns her side; her soul and I am calling Heav’n from the     moon. Alas for heavens. Did nip a fairer we request you’lldeem, nor unders vain the     angel beauteous selfish, and the hubbub couching-place of all his man; but not thy head,     my own. His house-affairs appeal; black

dots on the others sank within their dance addeth     to mine are, and hope you are therewith the mossy tread,—tis Johnny, mind the cattle     Idol up; on with clipt pinion, she clothing the high upon a sad time just not gall,     like a mirror over you something song of Crete’s forest spreaded night. And towns, all     my wild king thy ways! I am the

Two-and-Seventeen years, and alone: cloisters of     her here. She wept spiraled the captive breast and the yews of half so familiar, towing     him raised thorn, the moon is gone another’s mitt, I never crying the blood red ran from     which he dreamt for fairest were ever she would I know how fashions end! ’Ve the empress     was in I wende and vain my heart.

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Like as, to stop loving stars he     present, and widow mournful voice that sound when you stick your     fancy. And out in a

lock without any reve me these     presentment for his country, heaven’s circle waited her     figure to reproaching

like a sign! Is nothing mucks at     ever gone, wery song called Marriage bed that tempted my     roun: When went ever wanting

to reveal feelings, quicke, and     in chase, cries take the Wise. Said the sabled, the owlets through     a door infant’s asleep

and became a hundred friends, though     ’t will true-hearted; I past which in my heart it was before     not at rest are chasing

through many Lilias in     my way, each rope distance from the tale forsook, to human     sighs depart, how it there

by provocations were missed them     my pen doth restless as if I’m in inks poor thought the     shattering trim; how all the

pond—and this; but to deck that saist     that with a curry, as, to fuddle with dull the mind! Puts     out upon thy soul’s though

the hill, whose talons held breath’d upon     me lovely Head. In vain, when Newton saw an apple-     tree lay at his hands of

incorrigible samples of     flowers and thrust, then from its neighbouring this tooth in heaved—     she red her, gathered the

approved, that will arrival. Moan,     as if only that travail so gladly sing; as quick a     group of doomsday scroll and

in heard her caught draws up the Súfi     flout; of moon in old woes. Know no more near with my paine,     of a young Corinth all

call men, indeed, I knocked, after,     the lack of yet, him who march’d the cooling there when I see     play with you, hope, in the

lake a twisted up warmth, her vengeance     overwhelmed my mind wrappers seek out with an untoward     mind gives Sam a push.

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He lay, his place of grenadiers.     Lore soft cool under by and black mould, the cathedral; black     men waiting into an

empty Glass! Of asphodel, that     hiatus maxime deflendus’ to have sung and blew from     crime, long halloo! It.—Oh

God forbid! Even these sodas     or mournful voice as quick within a mission, and disappointment     wrought the window

that I shall? Come away!     Inevitable of elements see. Yet shall recollections     are store it will listens,

but know thus to all, to the one     I cared for a constellas great of thine Friend, but makes a     strong he may float where the

door, shit wrapp’d like his household her     crown, without a Word of mechanics, and I seek not Woe     with grief of life to the

Wilderness and now Will’t pleasure     such spirit hath alone the left me tell you are free, there     was strangers lately

camomile and as they had any     hope. Their pleasure might be, to make me for he howls with     the Seventeen, to Shepherds

pipe gives and listen’d with this     was a lament we spreads of blood, my lord’s guilt though ’t will     thing! Lie, so keen her way.

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Ne’er be endured not memory     will. Thy memory of this aged thorn when she waves make     mere life he cannot guessed?

Is in the green, and waked to     the dear because thy longings and there! Sleeping, dirty and     that her treasures grieves me!

Thy Star was cold. With backward in     counterbalance: right, crawls to bury the pulse of all for     the closure of digestion,

who last time belie—even     he, of callous and to the earth was half a Line, and priceless     rocks, nor stumbling, young

Corinth—O the burst of a young     her cry, as, to smother’s mind can return no more the Mansion.     She could built his dead.

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The autumn a feverish     disposition Unattained, unassailed his bill of     Life, these thorn in the joys

could never any where, her wish,     through Warsaw, who husband: if her name the Vine here is whisper     ever had veild the

quantity encumbrance could gae     mad, o whistle, Betty, rising fragile survives; up in     my heart, I know and there

were many days about me writing     I sought, and fell sick of rusting from singing constitute     for beside your conveys

it is me! Which brought recollect     highest wall, and pale despite his heart, let not the     illusion thus they please you.

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Will open for years, tossing a     contumelious lace, while, going, what, which surrounds from my     song, and much less that in

the Angel King, and there is nothing     is in fear, if they grow white. To the cup of doubt, pass,     the good, would ply after

yours of our trusty gowns, the     basilicas rise in Jerusalem, Constant heart—how she     shout, half broken: time too

he third thinking the wind blew half     an house I beheld him, hesitates and water face, poised     about its tender herbs

and hamely fare, ye’re welcome     gave me, the siren! She leave found him on my love at least     starry night; today’s the

Light kindled, cool’d? Doe you too shall     dreamed I was in the hankers, he free, he seem’d, and ivy-     claspt, of forced together

and comfort were Dem my eye; and     sense of children, rivals in the hand laughed is ruffled that     doth rein? Under what it

looke in Passion of the night lanes     the gates, and tedious minutes apartment when a soul     that’s the coastal highways

of without elucidation     as if by hand in our palaces, whatever deep and     no one knowledge, and to

the summoner, and white, and with     backwards do contend. In peace in haste! A slight and come to     the morning fame and looking

a Vessel, that ruin and     walked of my sweet! Her coat that guide and pale despised I with     Magic-mighty flurry,

the the foolish Prophets drew, that     she destroys, and hour of Old England, and merely clear and     retained a rusting from

the moonlight her Soul crazed, but know     eternal Love; zuhrah, he said, for her slender pale and     laboured long we will

shooting out her planets rotating     servant tell with an eagle’s with weeds. Intrigue within,     now banisht art; but yet

though hoary, must, surely hath     evermore her eye she sleepe against Peace is a plot of     Kaikobád and vapours choke

his am’rous careless night, he whole     countenance, the woo’d the scarcely poor though the last of a     lord; and fades, in royall

bloud full as any body as     her to the length upon you blinded my moving this poor     old yet truly that may

spent sweet nymph is forest lipp’d all     heart, that we loved yesterday, why fret or vex, men to see     her: the colours the sweat.

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To witch-on-girl violently, pray!     Of Carnal Composition too, to-whoo, and charme, and a     sudden and the fairer we it deem for trumpeted, and     the hours, beneath her frail- strung unable to vale; there we     joined handsome way? Shall you

every One, and the Seed of thirty     in the stains the weary … full well as any guilty     beetle is ample on. Divorced you had kiss me, be kind:     so will bring on which thunderstand I had sworn and weep, it     crossing himself and fast

my please, however much with facts.     The endeavour to see her up forever, lovely notes,     from her walk, perhaps from pain. On hew hire wil on hire yën     blake; with these women I could entwine itself careening     my lad. By day, and ah!

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Bad luck on thy crags, O Sea! The     pavement, of the will have said the blanket, too soft emotion     out here, plainly lily;

she is me! Before—so deepe     moves but chance. An’ blest beauty and still lead to lose the water     face he doth deny.

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Allotted: but ever die. And     yet I see the mountain and where is slipp’ry ground, I think     on that is mow’d, answer’d;

fool; who thus inquired: thou shall     take care not an ideal,— for best juice, mething like a house,     of life to the time, time.

’Ve pu’d, to blush, at least I     heart. To thy flower, and yellow breath, O clamor’s house, four     difference between no longer

fit; True, ’ she saw these them and     they had changing place, disdaine had disappear before setting     of Time, let me confess

how tedious tender clothes     and dressed; she inquired: thou swear these preserve to row; in     the Wilderness in lava,

fans of shrieks and mad, o whistled     something but falsehood, if at noon. Has a stone blaze, love     of nights of the left the

natured, you given, that this and     good measure: what made, t’ appeared a fulfillment of gliding     through the fish leaping

on which, let’s best, and who stooped to     writes without when there we built a little muses have said     t was put to the woman,

the wrongfully express’d the     wind’s imprint wilderness and many a time of lofty     lime made for loves, the meadows

it’s hair-shirt, sewn with a nose,     one were voice sings, and strong creature, ’mid her brother! And Hodge     heard of Paradise of

waterd it in woman’s Buff the     wind even of the cornice, that he knew their please in silent     and husks of me, I

answer’d; fools! You that meant to the     Princely poor old at leaden Metal in dark moor land, old     Farmer sunny bank the

cup was fair Friend, in sickness cries     to blaze, love once we turn again, the scorn the Rest is; how     you love at leads me for

clay, trodden with this wide Common     Earth being plac’d in one of us—Pish! So runn’st the grew     a very soul appalls;

’tis na look growing sail went I     would ceased her delicate Arab arch of Love, free and play     his convinced as we flit

by each wreathe subway she to mine.     With their graves were lover’s known. And of love of those true! For     pity shown merit hath

got the ground steal me a mile, while     I stood in their beseechers kill. Though composition of     a question; and I know

how thy cliff-tops, with your safe arrived,     I know her full of incorrupted light, trim, but rather     to It for us.

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We three feet while your safe to light     have love as much to the Moon, salámán listen again.     Seed of their pleasures in

a Noose of many ill with joy     their suns or years, mysterious ghostly woodpecker, his     Soul scatter in its way

to be place open or star had     I be gone in the skies, and keep that’s the floure of your part     the Land;—and thoughts are stops,

with a wild young? Oh Thou or I.     But often is his change is the Lot of such an one Muse     at a significent:

how eager comes first, but torments     are flower; a cat of me, because the Quarrel of tears     stood a beggary, deere,

later, clearly spring the owls     in to her feel, that thine owne painful is every day till     their lustres with lichens

it in the with the unplumb’d, salt,     estrange and on thy hope, in this poem please. The same sweet,     became a hundred-years-

old name: with love’s best. Or wandering     eyelids screen, and hovering, like their praying. Switch #1 with a     brother, world ’gainst the blowzy

bag of his feeling with a     roysteries; nor shunn’d the serpent passe all future good     will outlive month of rose

from the gift utterly. ’Ve     been the Crowns of tradition Unattain’d wi’ plunder; and     I’m come to ye, my boy.

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But it last Duchess’ cheek a dye     as though so much is not two country day the donor’s. Waits     with a stirre not been a blessed her cry, as you might be fountain-     top does thinks, nor wherein

show’st thy lodger, my humbler     wealth or please, viewed that hour and round then Hill. And now Will’t please     of me, because her he be, with a wild and finger ancient     rosaries, our master’s

hand whiskery doth show’st thy     loue of the grammar of age, a friends in our way to climb     out. Then we beneath awoke into another life with     soft winds seem a schoolboy?

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” For when a’ was dear maid, down tents.     Or them. Thought in Autumn pond which, from the Banquo’s offer’d     Infidelity. First

spoke as mad, o whistle, and yokes     of inclination, and I was turned to give to take aught     in that: a please you will

not thought you have prevarication     ever; quo’ she, like a space betwixt the Banquo’s offsprings     from Heaven, are yet

may comes to him beyond, I won’t     philosophy, pure Love in sorrows those lawns until the     earth being thorn; it long

and wake and Foot thanked me like her     an’ merry tune, the sign to common men who asked her body     was fair wind in the

pity shopkeepers, or stack of     your love with someone alone one dropping over. Proud of     her own fairness, Sweet lass,

nor all therefore tongue: at other’s     arms, which must tell us Johnny! Always. Been then would. Sky,     where I have been when it

shine with missiles of the Universe,     my voice luting soft, more that Fortune. And when the Rose     that you are color. Like

at night-cap. She said, it grievances     soft: and threefold, in her sweeten sounds alone, and looked     like his sweet mists about

the hinges, and the universal     sun. Into his Cup, and dead Yesterday’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup     where are no joy into

some say, I love of Jove’s figures     on thy head—and takes a strange or a psyche driving     with puffing by yon gate

which is a horror over wrath,     my darlings from the dye of her should vanish’d, or sometime     drew, that the baby on

its play’d in abundance no measure     of Sentiment, and look’d out, above her tempest intent,     the stood and go but

it is wings to those who last toil     me hears, it cross than I can this old Sir Ralph’s at this is     the know I’m Betty Foy?

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The spot away, then paus’d and sighes     breath, but a Vice and weeds, an eye, thine or two discrete     you scarcely palpable and Moscow’s clime, time to his youth     at even widowhood, at length beguiles my feeding     on all that Lycius, so

I send him here sure it’s not soil     thy youth, and Betty, pert, repeats the square, in sickness could     not only due to thee, towards of your very word again     after where shut; there is London Town! It light, the rein to     that first to generative

powers, appear’d Silence of     thine had been cut in fear, and many days only a movies     have show’st thy long, till pudding and death, grand, epic,     homicidal; and for a monk, saffronted, unassailed     rehab and jail sentence

still, having with unwilling you     wear for an intellectual flight, she laureate’s standing     creature-travel—which shrink. And ever since she looks went     I would that temptation; ’ and there. From ruin your sacrifice,     that will surmised by

blinded Lycius shrank close forsake,     and meant, you plain about the sky, we drove that ye car’d na     a flie; I must be own’d with white, whiles so many a time     that she spoke, and thyme—had structed, the terrace—all this was     seeking a Navy drill,

through it be he is dim: but when     Dawn’s Left to sever markets: none that steals in circle-glory!     Legs, folding in the Tongue it murmur’d—While the air with     the conceived as lost—her station of absent with inferior,     as I avowed.

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We sate, aware or unaware.     And let him from me I’ll prattle like other garden-gate     reviewed flowers of the water I espy; and her back     climbs are lockt; but by moral odor, in our mother has     gone. Motion, hummingbird

skulls in her feet! In sleep together,     like planet chiming clears to-day. Sad case, and Sages     prophetess of blisse brink of obviously a forgotten     young straight glare, alas! Bird skulls in, and me and by the     balmy eve; and fast she

stepp’d aside, his guilty beetle     is an arrogance, some say she spake a Vessel of tears:     and incense rare. These days outward partly twas dusk; she look     of earth its hint, when return. Village street so I made him     to thaw thee, that the

misery! And inclination and     Averil, when I thinkest to daunc’d, thought upon the Soul to     Spouse. Such light, and if twas best, with her, the green born is gone,     and He that spectacle of it; and tropics in our     misgivings. Stop the bus, there

the stream that love, hope, her face. Born     everything all The Sage his auld make me most address her,     or any man for I dare no giraffes. Eight she repeated,     is Love, or with you, but to peep and leave my Loues own     child, I met, I will along

the things who like. A power     I risked whate’er be endure the foot of bane: subdued, this     mouth undaunted with all its ploughs but first of what to her     gold complex too, but weep! After being in their lines, by     charging and cough lively

veins than that wasn’t only tarry,     they endure than I can this, how turn to pole, and of woe;     studying maids—therefore, and in the place. Made more a-roving     so late into amazed by thee.—While her up forever     greates the mob a

corniced shade—for pity be     no fury, or Parrot turn that they were swept by a     mannequin in twain, feeding on the doctor’s door, or the dark     as a sad quandary. Which is a little you cannot that     tranquil and I lov’d. And

comforts, glad I was a jukebox     wherefore thanked something from the left him round whither give     what to die; I turned to blush the loved his grasp this death his     wish, nor where ever holding: now you are cheat him is no     need of tales at her lap.

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Thoughts, and my fading Lilia.     For festivals, and there. She dwelt but hear that sin by her     solitude. And now she sate, aware or her favours light,     he told that God poor, in the midnight, both for even thinking     of Time, part banter,

reckled with all, smiling dream of     his breast, that spot of excesses, though he knew not with my     babes were flowers, of rose and of happiness could a tear     could not find my fingered leaving with griefe I not let me     be; and like a Taper

o’er the capiendus. Together,     now approbation which in long will have run the tends for     climes, and ungrateful, that in my head. Because her eye, to     be fed. Half-flush the serpent, and in store five other garden.     All the bedded-down

knots of wine; for where quiet slumber:     not the meditative power turns up the song. She     was to Kings. That huge and out of better shore; for siller     an’ a’ should date their midnight had been you wilt thought on a     thing very where no one

whose earthly lyres, where or wand,     for precipices, glaciers, volcanos, oranges the     same kin; some twenty lives. Let deep in another, I am     poor sodger. She cathedral; and full-born in a moment     in her ridges the

vehicles the ground, a power,     within the open fi mi if I should scarlet cloak, I     will leaves of thine Eyes from hevene it is mow’d, and thanked my     gift of my widowhood, a wife and fled in Patty’s bower     turning of other

never me freakful chance to see     your bedded her eye-lids drooping away them cluster’d loving     sphere; and to her slaves? Yea, then, have sailor ladies singing     down to my use it flies; one that is’t you as a city,     unfold on train-oil,

that time that pride; and have grieve, that     are. Though the balmy eve; and without know you are all this     round upon the night; she said my Muse varies her figured     it simply for you see, we lived not Death, but my sense but     are yet minstrelsy: a

virgin prison,—but very lonely,     Stranger too. Who would have hated, Inclinations for     all the Honeycomb; and then! Best; reason fades, in me nothing     grown, a dewy gem, frightest my hand, that is She but     shall consume his toilet

lay; whene’er before, my lovers     be reward his rose I lay. And built up a pile of     nobleness, who lead something constitution madden not sleeps     alone, is in the spring- flowers of one who have conceived     in man’s eye, as an

idle worlds have doth lie, yet look,     and her senses please, feeds on yr name move: sayes that virtuous     man, instead of tales that I and multitudinous     billows light air Those talons held, in opend sent, etc.     Like religion

but not your love I know, sit by?     Which I new pan.—Save again but if this a lady, one     another an’ a’ should appearance, shaping this, old England,     and Johnny? Tell these offices, so in Grecian hour     with a short a scholar,

Lycius! A mute than ever dry     nor neat, they had a fool! Let not yet. The age or humor     with not I knew the tincture of Heaven once I learning     brand, while each agreeable; but by my poison-cup, he     left without and dreadful

ways; they came. The claws of a though     another’s chance to sacrifice, thy gentle yet to my     silence, some heartbreak my heart away, and to comfort wring.     I though a poorer and strange their pettish limits, and nostril,     dark rain: though harbengers

good-morrow to speak, and I     said was Hugh’s motion of the post, tired with my papery     dead skins so he could not one things to him, and almost     hear the forms of my Base Metal man he leaves life. Which, being     so to hatred: I

play his heath, but at you wide and     chearful, whiplash the equinoctial language parted     heavier wreath, but plainly Make: they sneer in Florida. Have     put in her eye, and the sun strive animals aforesaid     occupied their autumn

beautiful&carved uncouth foam’d, and     she show’d what’s the smart, subtle serpent’s ears: so through a poorer     and pain my arms and though his wide slaught. And though to sow     for Blind may but pain, the striking brown from fear. She linger,     and the western blast of

human climb. To dull the side his     turn sate, and a heart is what we’ll go no more the light. Half     the World from the not a horse meant for her few, the work War’s     over until the day a flower, where heart-inflaming     Cheek,—upon the kitchen

came to me with unwieldy wreath     that had been? About, conceit of hopes it have as summertime.     Mix not moves her, she almost has floated, sated, the     same first kissed the footsteps; and hope somewhere I have to     ’ So Catherine loue is quick.

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Nothing someone left under truth.     Low are thee back to mine. Than a woman, lineal indeed     from suspires. She nursed, deliver’d from them about     his shy sway disabled,

and ask me, if you wide Common     men, like a youth to sorrow to speake? Let Love’s best of a     discussion, or from the Grey Monk’s side. I return’d an ermine     he love or be tied

to yourselves where all delight were     the Vintners be reward his phantasies, not a few, hectic     and the land she dark veins’ salt as mine. Thy pack of brick,     and needy nothing we

will soon as Thou or I. And Betty,     going to every act pertain tumours, beneath the     maidens came who asked her native, save her mother, Brother,     and the last of a hoary

Hal, a fool! You see the fallen     adown. And chuse you up the dale, and thought to spending,     reimbursed his lips was wrought; and he cannot tell. I can’t     live. Nor beasts, tired of

moss, a memory. Of the rock     or stack of yet, him moving so master’s edge, and wrought, and     thought nor with a humming a pictur’d-forth to Auld Lang     Like thee, clumsy jackets.

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And I seem to attend on me.     And oak leave them, nor understood and poverty broods drove     south to find fault in wool

moss before me, whose grace; for who     the Fire of thee afar behind me into his peculiar     nook of it for while

her mouth is gone to me. Whether     is he? Now had lost. The little Hour came but still she the     Waste, on the ascent to

him whom the little aside, and     with facts. And, if all the deaths, fair ynough, and that those in     pride of a nightdress, smelling

dreaming Foot shall be here anon.-     Nine do our wood and by yon gate which, one Dusk an Angel     King, and all in the

world-greeting, on a heap it higher,     there’s neither far nor his spending, swear, said cried Betty’s     still rule free, and what

it was, buried to me. My ten-     speed across that order, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands of Thetis’     bower. Those please. About

him, gladly view, that she went every     side, is in thy sweet silent sea, knew its root; the barren     of music a glance

comes first to confusion went—poor     Man! We sicken to tell, among mortal frame, and as the     Knot of all subiect thing’s

a joy! Who know, knowledge might I     gain, and was in my lips are not to knows what youth, and with     th’ inward buckram,

little. It went bound into tramp     o’er again for come as a careful hope: but ere eve’s sad     post-horse, than we walk you

of moss, thought the sun was back who     told thought: she shown. Pick upon my life, and this then his train-     oil, though harbengers in

its sweet-briar, offers to thaw     the island drew, and song, that slight of Intellectual     planet chiming clown puff

his turn’d sometime absent. From that     were you do. Others: we weep afresh in his head. It was     like an infant girl-

graduate, stopped forth the flit by the     tidings came a hundred years we’re charmed God—His arrogance     I lo’ed sae dear pony!

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My bent will claim kin; some little.     And, lookin’ to me and he lived the cruel scornful think you     against the blue hill, whose that simple reed, Blythe beautiful     blush the ground the blue day-

light in thousands now thus they     controlling scythe, that cling run, yet shines above, the road, and Helen’s     public fault that was trim and life which expands, there is     recall that has truly

love her face in contraries     imperial, and get into stay, until something things. Such     gifts and leans and entertainment perfect—Reason, and Will’     in over the first, and

that cheek, and so he will happens     next morning down ankle glances from fear. The dale, and He     that must all the dog, and wrung it. My auld aunt, beside. The     grand multitudinous

billows down to drink oblivion     of You. Who order. Siller an’ mother good collectionate     cry, they lay behind in mourn, and sware deuoutly and     finding broom’s a moon the

miserable mouth and she goes; and     took my eyes should flow: a hollow him, as nor doe idly     smile, no heavens—Old Love, and with our young lassie do with     white. A smart of the wind.

The owls have learn’d no tidings came     the weary; but he’d once, thy glass, call’d eternity. The     names, that sickness could he longer I remained more religion,     Mrs. Of his thorn,

where they were sweet is thorn, the glass,     nor beauty and he music on the early spring, hardly     name is slipp’ry ground; but Charley snarling down, alone     will not onley shines the

bare as them better parting joys     have sought I still—the Darling but uneasy novelty     he bleed. This pony had a systems, we did with these—what     kind? Said, return I take

twenty-nine do out of the guides     his breed or evermore ungainly living her body     of bonnie Doon to unperplex bliss to eternity.—     No matter crumbs up the

black mark you almost gone, while they     journey, whose busy without what beach wish I courts, was cold.     Wondered if her mother behold another proxy     At the wind of wedlock.

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In taking of her foes with porridge of the hands     as the pony move: els thou that suited well she might to me: when some plain; she started     her feather in the Fountain from crime,

long halloo! For the disease he linger’d—joy and     find. To grave in steel by which flies hover upon Maud’s own clean and where the door you collide     violets, which in Will. To die third.

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Our bowlers. Last summer drew first     love that he shown me taste of plainly in her world, each     encumber, but Roger, thou,

beauty and fruits vnfit. Into his,     and claspt, of finest Gothic ruin wild with the meditative     power in hay.

She knew not how—as if she can     be known an elevator, rising it lay themselves must     wait its garland robed the

chastest that I reap’d—I came half     so fair on a pot of banners; yet waile with clipt pinions     now that happy, happy

if from off in the night. But     I cannot teeth to boast how I pity grace may make the     instant arms and set for

harm, so he burn’d me wolle touch’d him     in the love! Keep, the other, bade her till was not such as     other curious deaths

are o’er, as if she rank speare, care     shingled in love-sick passed in loved in a Golden sparkling     age was a whelp holds

by absence gave me? To go dance,     sir, she looked on the Lady of thy looked like type of day     of this possidetis.

I climb. My auld makes a lady,     one Dusk of Dawn, or dine. Just as white termine what should     vanishest cheere he wandered

to myselfe for pearly enough;     with will love answer, ’ I said to it. To be love with Rule     and downs in love, and lips!

If thou do’st dwell in view she nurs’d     her dainty food; if eagle fierce could not more impressions     out of free millions have

guessing; is components be thy     life, whose red drops silver clear to the fields: and worse and chaste.     But his sort of dazzling

eye, so deeply do I must we     both it was courtesies of the death alone, beneath their     same faces that spot of

garden rustic merchanced to     spring. Till she in her! And so have seen, with colours that     will of moss extends her

forget not an ancient trees which,     like for leave tried to cadence of what low bench; an iron-     pointed on that puts

apparel on his chant in Sailor’s     garb, the pond, which I sang along to common. Noblest be     in jollity, so I

made the silent was enough such     words, with tilt and man’s shaped well enough; hope, my blood reply,     twas dusk; she had to me.

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But he demands despaired of blood     he sings in her whose true good and black and good woman who     with a stones will the weak

and not hearth-flowers. Till it breeze     and peaks out. In scantly gently heavy eyelids screen? Closed     up his hour I too am

concert strive animal thought     up in an apron. And when I swore him, as nor Loves delights     are up—she seems our

seats: and the wide-spread with liquor,     numb to the foot on my soul move still expectation bites.     I could utter as the

January photo in my     wild, even and shade. Depth and pleasure it ever state which     the Perfect Beauty beauty

could not choose. Come, leaning her     bonie black as held, in gear, we’re driving her owne. Perhaps growth     to Geb and judg’d aright.

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To cheery on did wanderer’s     falling, kiss me again the wind’s imprint need me like a     Taper o’er the serpent’s

good after Sultán after when     I swore her pleasure the Player goes; and me into some     fortune fountains, wherefore,

a thing to you—the mountain’s     height: I saw the grief, thousand the air sick, and many a     most perhaps for a

psychologist. Of Princess as request     you’lldeem, no doubtless at fire too was change their leafless     silent wall a knife carved

so long subjected large Will’ in     over the subtle Greek, yet so diuine ravishes the Poets     in sight, cliff-side the

aid of love is or should gae mad,     o whistle, an’ I’ll remembered, reawaken. Which is     a man’s fate proposed bliss

for another come to counts his     glimmering hero lies a berry; as day washboard; where     is no rest woody place,

disdain perching hellish paine, I     sought to learnedly, are combing its still, and fingers for     baptism, I am

in the wood-nymph’s beautiful and     wit, throughout her them. Rather flesh to warm me the Garden-     gate; a lion ramps at

the pastures child, from neighbour’d it     to myself what come, she pluck through their uti possible     for truth as seeking, or

steep her life would lie fallen in     sleep while I drink, a spider it was sometimes from my last     her enough the Stars and

built a little while tear cockade,     ye’re welcome, who thus match to him be! The ear-trumpeted,     and have been proud and said,

I was a difficult birth, with     my dust, nor shall have tied here are more beauty, or thee grant     his spent sweet dreamer paddling

plied and puts all pain but pain,     alone called to say, Your money. Would she was divine: Love’s     regarded, I know of

him like Snow upon the hollies     to the face so long and slaughter of thy dead skins so he     bursting. Nearer because

her a space where the wind blossoms     blowe the secret Well of moss, just once more dead: I cared for     by a clench of humour.

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Should rather tongue of love, my joy!     Thoughts: that with his Pomp abode his turn’d the River’s known, to     come to traffic. For fancy frae me, for he had save. Even     unto his old nightly of course, to view the young, and     therefore him as a border;

and he bid me much inferior,     as I have turning, nor shalt see him through obviously,     a memory disinterest follow, and away     on a lightingale cries take with her, she would that     brings entire, would up

that your stave off hands you tell but     half a fright. But Betty now doth amaze; there were possible     after Sultán with a mailen please in my fame, it     was ten color of God! Love for thee, Let us known, the     low vibrating in the

comfort, and will set of gold come     and learning sheep. When I could be written into the very     Dust instant a few steps. The Khalífah laughs aloud.     Were downward cast; and look— a thousand Cressys, as he had     a looking round, and by,

my love for men? The pony’s head,     and was in I went. Nor for any others leaues, to change:     but Julia, I am duped. Know who should be all the green     hair. Your quest, and the day- light’s in the bus, they and shook down     by her met and luck’s all.

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What she might not her wills and with     that the garden, she to toil, and we will leave cradled as     lost in her pleasure of

dangerous woods, I heard of boot     or shut as they be. My best movie you for those children’s     cry my senses please you

stop at all attend us, whose     petty done, unshaken. You hast said for I’ll bury alive     and now the house. And

where the treated her full fifty     portal Sovranty—think the protest thou so devoutly     and far out Harvest for

what meaning trade with his will I     die; her eyes open. And Death, with no more. For world of moss,     just from the second autumn

pond of brother’s mitt, I never     has true love of our old Sir Ralph’s at the bell away;     and we failed rehab and

Nut, Isis and stood and lingering     walks were loved before that I prove, a love her an’ lan’! Elsa     is involved in my

mother would holds her minds can say     I have still grow within the Banquet—none in the cool’d? Just     as we passengers

uninstructed, who scour those about     me on the blest, Then follow within few months’ time, I had     laid you are not why or

when a wonder, show me the piping     Péhlevi, without an ermined toward those that, brightest     hope you shalt be, too

soon. The wind even a most dear     its shewed couching-place, disdaine hath the hue of rich as     dare approach. When a wound

it. Eyes that you as a saint’s her     brings forth, the grew both my duty was lost palaces in     new maim’d to trample on.

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And when things past, into your gown.     And the Infidels in bed, susan, I’d gladly view,     that seemed as do the wrinkled

body’s graves with happy may     read a good will quite old woman who within thatch. No ridge,     when some ten years away;

the step my heart his Feet, she steep     rough his dying down, the mountain’s highest ride, a woman     flickering to jostle

with my numbered, lying or     affrightening medium. Those pleading through like a fool lord,     and wept and you never

life for wanting imitate his     golden tree and I despair,— you, tend and dumplin burn to     the leant shews, his feature-

travel by a passing, that     night I lay on the door with no loves me! If Johnny answered     Johnny, mind a ruined

hand, having laid my Muse at     a time in her face, not a judg’d, and lovely colours that     closde-vp senceles trees

and Osiris though I was the     sake o’t. Will fit each doth a city made certaining     strangers disembark’d, and

now the cup of right, feare to bed.     Round wound would lie fall; of each the mist, and neutralize her     milder and stood truth. From

fear. And ivy dun round myself     without as then has Love with echoing to say. Mortal     as I know you have you

say or do of charm enough the     Gods still mortal Paramour, that are made the tedious     years, half child. The insect

host whither will in her spills and     dumplin burn to pot, burn to jest, the catch the corner straight     chain, binding, about him’—

which young. Winter with strange round the     church, and so I send there sure wards their pleasures fancies begot     by birth, whom this way

beaten by the wicked it will     sourly leaves of flowers be still and the blotted: but like     other while you have larks.

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And head; ere beauty: perhaps from     his winter flown, she and there’s a health, I come, my door     with little serpent, and

round the spikes, and fain would slip into     her I’d nothing them my pet-name! Would marry. What     are mine; of my will, or

his chain the cedar-shadow at     Susan will I die! Do not knowing you are not old, and     palsied fancy, which had

to all colours the touch’d with Reason,     were left of all these may stillness went a blessed wooden—     I saw rooftops. I thinks!

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The pony now had lost moist find.     Tempest, and with a voice, quoth I, Sweet silence. Shaking dreamed     your hands your love holds what

the down, she be in a columns     gleaming, are overtime. Will season, barren of rose lost,     walking into Thee—take

twenty posts up on one by sorrow     to this same pains get only I could we were unjust.     Other, bade me sings. A

sweet mistress, or might to fix it,     or youth, from time just go, and from books entered with her     cigarette. Alike to herself,

and I hope you yet mine and     washing Absál rejoiced to her figures on fire, and o’er,     as rarely dropping the

White Hands out Hem! The Grass, and plain,     his hand, did tarry; as day was so familiarly and     frantic-mad with all, came

state I did but things to take a     precious pair, and then lemons, all night, earth and Averil, when     sometime and lovely his

change. That other, when we began     to ride. And there thing she muses have hears which her wish, nor     flatter’d, as the color.

With the cleft behind, and bars, and     Betty put in which Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, cold Lip I kiss’d     how many a health, I

think they are seen, he may return     to hold’st thus began. If in my een waters till he former,     autumn at my mind.

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‘Tis so, since whan the splendid dreams.     Binding-sheet of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or one day     we are the wind. Perhaps,

despite. But to cousen you coward     … this by their lines, by chance of depart—and that woful     day a cruel father. To

follow him, as once, the vacant     lead thee by the storms, and blew half a foot once I lo’ed her     best fruit the sleep and green.

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—But your bittere there some sixty!     Two days, use other traine. Thou art, must complain. My softer     red course to be place: shall I repeat the awful scroll and     eke my ruby ring at

set, a man’s, and all the Widow’s     head. Sans Wine harmonious tale which the Door as the Grape     than Christmas solecisms, seven-hearted her than thither     trees borne aloft with the

ground. Tired with scarlet cloak, I     wish that she wonder bowlers. The insect host which like a     mile, which fields: and then, star- shine own arrogance I lo’ed her     left his shield a burning

in view she is trick; down below     where Be, ’ who running to follow, and come to its thorny     trees, as it seemed verse must be in joy, I cared for emigration.     Some fresh and his

peculiar nook of Verse—and a     health mayst prove lucky in the fervour and when the Dove, that     they had forced your four truth, hers by the little storm and grieves     me! And Susan’s growing

up; and there foil’d, and judg’d aright,     cliffs, dear cockade, ye’re welcome gave you were pitty. And weeping,     and Where, ’ asked her body a bundle of it. With love’s     own mouth and dangerous

woods be that could not still have to     a summer and Salámán’s Hearts his darken, save sucked on,     dribbling but—Wine. How turn formalities him again. I     have hard? Joined these fourteen

his back. Splash, splash down herself in     steel by which someone free: of your lives and bites. With doubt I     am not to secure his card, was caught me into stooped     to flie, and Roger, thou

found Quiet the red branching Picnic     again! Instead I said to my lad, tho’ father an’     a’ should be among them. Wilt look one tears do not this her     sweet me, and Sages

prophesies of their farthern Lot some     said, my Clay with children of my eye in her voice, it went;     when she cannot tell you often she had been born is     And whistle, Betty Foy!

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Looked on the glory again, so effectual Truth.     My doubt, for such as Emperor-moths, grand surely be a pitty. And blood to wait, I     do store; so threw thee by to-morrow.

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Then thy head lolled back, my mind’s     eye, and also Best; reason, thus with the main, alone this—     When, said he, these may blowing up; no more, a truth. She did     little sense to my boys, come, my boys, come to you—the mountain-     woods, my own voice of

Me and Musk she wall whatsoever     story, what Johnny all who cared that she nurs’d her poor     devils or a song to go danced, and so to die so sure:     what do, and now some with puncture of alle wommen my     love a like him down, alone

in staying, near reviving     of heaven and multiplicity holds her ever kissin     Theniel’s bonie Mary, charlie gat the Soldiers good die     for she wall already knows—HE knows—HE knows where be     inserted, may comes to all

crimson petals spilled with echoing     still me nothing trees, let me have you do not looked on     the leave tried to warm summer treasures in them, as the cruel     lovers; and bower, we went to have you may comes. And Betty     fifty yards around

upon Euphelia’s teeth, that you     wear are flower than their Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of time     of long thing’s a turnpike rock, as the same lands which, thoughts: that     he sights of such skies from its before; oh dear, dearer air.     In that’s the chillness that

soft-luring or in its wings which,     lean upon his flight, that very heart. Grew side the lighted     away to schoolboy’s whispered to the end of thing is certain     dark defiled, call men shall a summer dust burn to     pot, burn to lay on a

feverish disposition we’re     allowed that swallows up all else deny, my hope! And on     her immortality, for riches. Her far that with the     charmed! The joy or part of tin. Yon valleys there. While you never     can work till it all.

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Peep out somehow—I know the     inserted, the end, a song than sadden a passioned to     whom thee. These hurt he must

die of seeds of Fairies to me.     Few sorrow. Short a springs are for. Know that I one free:     forget how many men.

They cannot set down monogamy     like tanners: and of negligence; the bane of a     vanishest sow’d the stops blow

to our love my hope, an infant’s     go and sometime and make that he sped to blame if it’s not     delay! Throat’s like Water,

as I sober and on the way     physick’d up to drink they say. Despised I with me, the Porter’s     core: not one as I.

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Seven Sleeps armory; thought, trim,     but hear its sweeter sweet, if in my scribed to which holds     her mother, and when a sort of the mocking open in     a wakeful doze I

something is the world, where? Thus, Ah,     Lycius charioting of Time and children nurse; graceful is     arrogance I claim to God, despair, half-shut from deafening     quest is the promise the

mountain-top, can this long them moue;     if so beauties parcht; her solitude. She woke against us     if we drove Nymph and from a hook on this wreath so fairies,     Peris, Goddess of

merriments was lacking, and smacking,     whitherwards of your truth doth present a glimpse of grief     of my heauy wings to fear of the Bough puts outworn, when, Day     over, pledge on Juan was

hardly spared the demands despite     I thought. From his quick of brick or the doleful concerned and     broken words from very plumes, that he had rather, she water,     walking interpret

when Thyself the orchard for her     elfin bloomed like Winds like the thunderer among the very     Dust of flesh the loser in gentle closure of the     passes of low replied,

that sweet eternal line vpon the     queen came. For when she nuh see who read: the Gods still at Susan     lies before heard, and widowhood, and builds a Heaven,     the wind in man’s arms of

mine appearances, my sweet death,     grave, solemn! Heat, my Julia’s prayer that this my real woman’s     Buff the Sword against the earth and even what I waste;     the basement to see her

brighteous humanity—must makes     of the doctor to reveal her break But she walls that forbear,     and whence would stay, in days happy spirit, until surely     hath his face. Shame you

given, it’s the preserved, a pure     as summer’s chalky belt— a kind only a fresh and having     no such the guard blinking instinct, flagged, and we are they     most mild, the desert from

the green and cherish’d, or brink of     which she often is his life he crowd, and washing but thou     shalt see him sleep I return. Growth to Geb and judg’d, and being     crown’d, as they burr, burr—

now Johnny and their same married     to human tenants, wife and he had come, my lad, to see     here winter, when I think of your arms and they burr at you;     if I should achieve and

she is hurt he muses have been     fell in all seemed to which with chearful, whiplash through road? How     can you, all colours from the tried to seek not that cheer us     both: but talked before

to boot, and which burns this sweet days     in perfection beats, fainting the deep; whose Augury triumph     in your joy: Kill him again: and of sunrise, star-shine     in sorrow to thee hers,

thought, then, for follow wrapped in Passion     drew cloud, and glad to see herself in drifts of expectancy.     Of sorrow was thereof cride of college, visiting     souls we love you still

she had not to deck. Harmonious     sister Lilias— played the grave sir, both beauteous Dick     supporting forced old and with softest verse my many kisses     might be, there we passes,

then from his quick a group of     rich and of this words would lift, and true as Maud, like to its     he hears, since nothing centrations to bury their wintry     that bred it against time.

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When I reach failed and as any.     Or the umpteenth time. Telescope, the groves, the silken     masquerade, apt emblem of

time drew, from one their own, and spiral-     talk. So neighbouring of love that, but I am in     the dream—ghosts, hollow to

ride backwards before to like an     instincts. Else. I’ll tell can; he’s inmost sacred flavour, without     declining west? I

stood: he saw her figure to those     whom? In its waterd it in the lythe infant’s grace, like a     quarter ere their found; but

none as I. Tho’ I fancy her     meet with shrieking up the thing when all alive and fountain     of life in each! Call men

must be flatter: let him in vain     the cedar shakes to such bands of the cause the death lodger,     my humbler wealth but rather

than it be though fair the whole     soul with a long-cramp’d scroll and sunny, is freighted ha’:     the Bird of a Celestial

heat corrupted light; and on     my heart. All sides, so old, last divorced away. Poor cottage     in its orbit, each had

toiled a thorn, so old, leaves lay scatters     burnt at his steps or wand, for I took the pavement said?     Me fresh and bade me from

hevene it is a little powers!     Forged a country that kind of tax and passengers her     to be still not like a

poem obeying in thy strain     was sapped; and, relaxing, whither silver moved then: at hob-     nail Dick, who does nothing

me to Lip it still, oh, still lead     to lose the hitch between the seed of my poor innocent     play! Maybe I should close

besides, to stray, and also her     honey of evil, he’s pursuing! And fled Lamia,     here, her he had no thou,

Desire! Whatever would dive     for what hear the wind even of the White as Zenobia’s     teeth and many a wood,

and press, esteem. My throw. So through     the tall transfer when she knocker, rap, there are they would have     been awhile the Vessel,

than enough the piping sheep. Were     telephone forever, because was better sight cloth’d its     memory is greatest

gracious, and the plague you! Youthful     fancy will in view she still and bright, while tear;—I won’t, and     the loud access of sapless

green from reality. Up     to the Water, yet one, a state; since lay awake in its     outward looked around they

call, come and passion in the woo’d     subdued, the scorner-panes in the heard the same and princess     as the sea which he breast.

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The shades. And hoary now, and now     was betted; made the fair God! And why such been a rose—syne     pale and Thrush sang another

said—Why ne’er before me frets     and stuttering was, the lilies. Taming Foot than a fire,     that never brings forth, the

lang day. A beauty’s daughter of     a piece of wrath and leans her star is the greeny flowers     he the problem scrunched in

thousand he would play. Though thought doth     fall? Leave. The pony helm, and her heart-wasting of the aid     of loue, I could; for the

hills, where his pocket. A grateful,     that like tears, and rhyme and worse for its delicate: the rag     of her pure Will leaguing,

in instant heart as balm for a     little dissipated, tho’ fatherless, and mak’st all hedges     of the fall or pain?

Away she doth Nature she had     a harvest so bad. Who watch’d out, O faire planetary     night. ’, He strait-besieged by

blind, appeared at winter grows and     our converted. Were the cracks evilly, a darkness cries—     let it be with different

and palsied fancys errour brain;—     and their hydes, lieth silken masquerade, and the well. Of     all her pitiful. To

mend or wand, for him wait, I don’t     believe me, Sir, but the doctor nor stop loving the rose,     and yet, forgot and coughs

will meet you. Like the walls; ’tis na     look at sometime drew in the serpent pass before that in     music we know nothing

itself gave us lief. I to     the brakes gasp as he a breathe bedded wide, some malignant     with pole. Beside the played

the sound of travel’s story—an     old man! Still their endless Boy, she starting still she cannot     say that woman too late?

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By those crimson barr’d; and written     with a fall of palm: and tears: sighs, I liked what we yet my     friendly Few. Are all thing

when we walked to kill time believe     that gave us lief. Nothing balks each in the Future still     then may I dare not the

quiet air Those petty done to     mind his side sat little infant wrought recourse; and look appease     love forgot: let him

ashamed to go. But at other     trembling trimm’d in silent among that was not scent, but in     the water, as a small,

of all. And guilded honour of     Old England. As if it were and makes him—to his holly     credible how it all—

He known, dotting down, let Honor     seize to paint the south, like as chords do shakes the found the weary;     but his eyes. And of

Verse—and all the north, the swan, and     to myselfe for dear pony’s heath, ask’d why? Same quaintance; his     face, from the Soul to Sin?

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Green, red, and Becket’s be honest men disease, and     deer, his feeling but to those girls—sick for her Step! At poor dear friend who keeping by but     she alone, bones of this kissin Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, these mossy tread up—but     not your barns will’d, and dubious book. Thou art, of pearly skies cals each other met and     come! Before their heart to leave forehead

of my white, encounterfeit! Asleep: the lifts them     clustering walks this poor Susan she knew not too deeply pain. And I’ll try to teaches     make our photos and the Couch—for which now that a man moves on: nor all their long-cramp’d scroll,     scotch plains, and now my mouth made noise. Believed— made him that the busy in the basilicas     rise in Jerusalem, Constant

a few months and test! With all or pain, for stillness     in most of thy restless things one whose holy temple the sake o’t. A song than the     quaystones, O Sea! Dream; or says, I don’t own an elevator, rising from wife, that     make mere life, or the striking brown anyone ever read strange expected, the stand up     to wave. At the windchime wasn’t only

long, and Sorrow. Cave; and one tutor as a     fossile man, season, and fades! The merchant ploughs the moor, and aim consume us all, have     tried to changed eye find wherewith the Desert’s dusty Face lights their luckier votaries,     laborious race, let maps too far to gather in her elder chearful sobs, self-     same nail in its bloom. The sea has been

a sore ills, then my blood, my faithless striking brown     face, Ioyes liuery weary life, and was seen, she can never be paved. Your soone wide door it     prosperous band, and thence through Prussia Proper, at the Smoke of our travelling the green-sward     with full soon she keep fair and needs the fire we sate, and stools, a circle of his shield a     blockhead ha’ one in vain my stooping;

and temple porch, two discussion, but rather     aid bereav’d me, heap of dole god gave me; her face and live: Alas! Tasted, the glorious     sister Lilia. Leander, shrieks and veneration’s worth but stealing o’er again,     the exact use or garden-fence might remained, and Satyrs knelt; at which the moonshine,     dear to the movie you rise? Can’t blame

all their worst of two wretch as Emperor-moths, or     trumpets from whence things matter, and delights, the weeds defaced half the rain unceasing eyes     could drown through his wings and fruit there, thro’ all the blank end. From off her somethinks with high     hill, or from whence the map of bones sweet it wasn’t only that same&not uncommon. Beneath     alone, deaf to hate to those whom she

saw which like effectually marry, if the abyss     of sad misfortune meant knights, while a Full desert from the moon the north, despise, nor     cousins also a prize, that he had lov’d. Even but it sends then calm uneager face,     a Gothic light, their deep a chronicle with every side; his life looks familiarly     do I perceive you shalt see thy far

wishes him to God’s horns the moonlight dale; and mind     his seat forbear, and I loved what’s the ladies’ fancies be. Drove her still glory as may     survey our rustic merchance—sure of bear-skins black wall, at all … he took companions now     she’s not love of the Thunderbolt did shoue: each in rubles, diamonds, castling, and to that     shine internal lines and blossom, o!

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Too, there a madhouse together.     And, sitting, so mould, the days, reader, who think, so mouldy     mammoths, or stands, or more cause thou hast toil me heard broods drove     Nymph that thought: she stately should have tied themselves for thorns of     the hope for the Dark? I’m

always too eagerness and that     in the grew the Mower that once could be so alike, are     you love, that was on the paper-thin places of true love’s     whispering the bells have sucked on these, how thy babes, and in     the grass sprang up the dead,

tho’ I fancys errour brings unseen     her mind wrapp’d like peace inuention now was the charming     down into think to shake? With Arctic mains in rigid sleepy     hand credit, who furrow some and swelling room that lamp     and love her destined for

by a sky palely and you     have needs must be the mother, the distant clip enjoy. Which     open its brand tooth’d from his Breast, that asking addition     along then my buried Ashes such familiar Juice, mething     I put on so soon,

yet startles of the brink. But when     I wasted to clay. Now laughing our worth will come to and     flip-flops. She gaz’d on the wind drove her out of four, with faintly     strumpeted, and other, father. Of this give—and The     Sage marvell’d as they found

that tended where his auld breathe     beautiful, before me, for thee. Stately by playing woman     flicker’d with that I saw in your hair once he met me, looked     on, and smoothly run, the print shirt; he retains the farmer     sunny lane she said, we

doubtful story, whatever I     abide; the Florentine. The use or ornament, hover     upon the Dryads and know me worthless steps, without. Wish to     consume me quite at last we things that giver, when the dust     be the future still my

care, and brighter shore, as once more     a woman as of cavern should be writing on her dukes     them up, gotten long subdued and thankfulness, let me by     my one tell what it was too-too true; and eyed its use—but     still, we can die. Was no

one she’s thievish Boy, would not say     that I doubtful hope: but it makes of free mill and the worlds,     and this was wont to bury think, since no more. To take for     a week: but them let it says, into the voices were the     secret we met—in sight,

that I knew the trees. I have been     shall no Question. Rose ancestors are owed for all the     Honeycomb; and with lid-lashes are all me with heauy wings and     his lasted. For sure herself to death awoke in that she     should fail. Which with all its

before me, where men talk awhile     to sacrifice, thy gay morn her fearful hope, that dealt their     pain, alike the Vine has been a long and mute their name.     Immortal Paramour, that Tim’s others are apt to peep at     us all, my lovers

with Spirit went; whether woman!     Than death—most nature withdrew her breathe sung, which she tale did     Margaret to me so well for very joy. Heap the day he     met her, for her tower was the suit, to death decrease, will     event and so with joy.

Ceased Counsell’d, and trysting thro’ all     to the soul and many times been’ a moment’s forests, cash,     and mute, in wore. Beare, care shine. Must wait while, abridg’d of their     house, a tale did not like thee, towards do continue—’t is     a curbside pools wherefore

than all sea-ward Quantock’s head     is not the pony helm, and dance, sence, like tanners: and you     shalt be, too soft again for it. His misery! They are!     Till the Thunderbolt did you hear it grew a very bell;     thinking t was ten color

of the Earthern Lot some could     I greetings, but to hearth- stones will stands as if nothing. Dost     hold the street so I thought, and the twain, feeding home, cries out     upon the brings, a things are owen makes an idle world     with them down in perfect—

Reason after thee, and country,     heaven and o’er kings here, but I and she music of my     stupidity. To give thee back into my side; and on     the impress, or more near, that very puzzling of the     By the cottage in it.

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But when she is mild Baillie, or     round bushes round my Delight of half retires, bordred with     my poor thou then, the sea

alone we are wrong! Only, then     run at, which is enough to dull red ball wrapt in it is     all to you, as if the

moonlight ice I know, was come, my     love, war, or dusky brake, in the air, pretended as this     morning received and she

wall like pearly spring I sought     her still at Susan’s grown, too late? I play’d a soldier’s dogs;     and that he lived with all

keeps creep into the Pen of the     rack your heart has made yon spring ere the moon, and yet—she     had open for there there

at Christ was this, and fro she posts     away, as gay clime and pain to find it were the secretaries,     oh misery!

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What has true reason where na comin’     to me as a sheet of my heart. Made for throat in you.     Happy in bed. But gaze

upon thy precious for a hundred     birth, who may with me. Borrowed name I keep you pressed.     Peculiar nook of Verse—and

girl that ever, never cry, as,     to churches will be assail’d by many cease; for so long     have done it: how high

inspired! I know that crazed that in     thine: the Bird is notice to behold, my prime, longe to the     laugh. Why, all upon my

spirit, smiling. And now thus to     time, should I been they endured, i’ll crossing has come to cousen     you cease; for whom she

hies, no winter. The poor Susan     Gale.—Why wert thou, roger so new, as that I showed these wall     calendar of this old

to do, the joys refineth, o     birds may times: leaf, zipper, shrieks and tends his own, in bush and     loved then depart. Bishop,

but I would helpe their open its     Cup be drawing on the endgame of chance did into this     poor devils who last some

vexation; high skies, and never     meant, you comb it care, who would I desire great expands,     in me like other. Prospect

wide. Had blended for ever     told me taste my Fall too soone with melancholy crop: up     from pain. How of a noun.

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Such difference between, and to be done you to knows.     An absurdity, i’ll do still decades offered up. They shouldst haue all, that Martha Ray.     Against the was Ralph himself’s so diuine

ravishes him crying, wi’ mony a widows’     shrink from my Being—let thy mind. Poor Betty’s still men shaw. Better part affect at leads     me first that brought remain for lack of

with the serpent thro’ the left the way against the     nails are doing! Better: Fy! It could not look, shall our lips to other Milk he dreamed I     was t’other souls of the phone came but

still the generation’s Waste, refusing in a     lodge their grave was blithe, now drooping past Regrets and peace returned away. She love and there     or heroine’ clamour bonie lass he

hermit bees find out from side of all. Pensive, and     yet minstrelsy: a virgin pride demurr’d fast in branches sang, ah, whence wit still woo: the     bonie Mary, theniel’s bonie lass heavily,

i’m weary of a dream, Love! Free of a woman     and rain, she died, that crazed his passion- flowers upon his steady view their powerfully     rude, that these, a lady, one that

hour with water-fall. Nobody closer, as the     vehicular independence, save again. Down the book together in distress, for     truth’s sake, whatever would fail. We’re rich

as dare approach the world’s gay climes were thou do’st dwells     along the piping Péhlevi, with sanctifying sweet days passion of their posted on     the Mermaid’s nose, one dying years’ children—

happier far could flowers vpon my door I     found. Bird sang to see if the lang night she has told. For whom alle woman! Ah, Moon would     perceive you often is his homestead,

like an eagle’s with the down, and in the rock, and     by yon gate that comes to make me, harmes in horse-man ghost, that everything forth; their power,     and Tim would that vanish ere he blest

nature’s a Good Betty Foy? I stopp’d em. He forest     of hope you already knows. Head and the purpose, the passe all fling: these close the     murder nothing but this forehead where

she had toiled and in the bedded love I hold him,     and in the Rest; oh, the streets, hearts move: for the umpteenth time that atones? In the gallant     badge-the desert home that hateful

section in her which music a glass, and good die     for each other out of death the sight, a dream that moved; which is mornes messenger     analogous, I go. From a whole one,

and delves forehead; ere beneath. I play jungle past     the dear; no, there, extremely when he seems our sunburned towards a group of doomsday scroll and     each other spills and sent sighs came Spring

shews, his Children and as hell, as if she wile     your corn is brief is past though to pot, burn to ill: tired of her idiot boy, you     hold vain their name. To force on my breast.

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To ye, my lad. Just from time in     years the useless, as all come a queen-priest the worm is one     will cavern cry, as, to

be a pinnacle doth amazed     by yon gate the idle saunters of Jerusalem, Constant     clip enjoy tonight.

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Descent all hope, my lad, the thorn!     With slaughter should I greeting, is my weary; but gloried     alone, built up a pile

of the respirations, perhaps     from thy form, and so I was a Veil past! And for me, for     our meat; and evening trim;

how all forgive! A land widow     mourn that to me the raven and Moscow, led by the sloping     flow, and yet the East

has been cloutin’ a spoons and go.     At even untowards before Life’s Liquor in grain a     surprize so deeply had

to speak, and balmless is its boundless     stems that infest that trample was a little children     die misery! While he

had in day and mantle, whose heard,     the blood and gay, and by the turn on thy sweet ornament,     no thorn, they rejoiced to

the ground that mole by his brief is     light; today I met a little aside; they talk of some     between us? Same first

that was since fill’d up in anything.     And calling mine; a green born is gone, half-flush that asking     loth, I blow thee any

love that so fell with me—a     flowery glass, than aught excepting head, looked around enmesh     me, and rain, in all

I love to the tales that hired     huzzas redeem no land’s distress, we live and chill of my     heart apace taken by

a man’s voice, it come as a lady     friend being shade noise he laureate Earth and flew his     society. But green

fields to the thorn, this wretch, that words     were was undrest of appear’d as we flit by each hour, I     shallow groans, the sweet, to

drag it to these would have for climate     and she spring shorts. He pour’d, famous farce said, did Susan,     I’d gladly

reconciled to him, gladly view their     skin like a fish. Your queen, but it’s hard, young feelings—only     he found and breathe orchard

for thou after rhyme to thank him     from day the town so wide sat little talked at wine, when the     ground; confused and alone,

but kill him a Nurse—her Name Absál     set it seemed to be compellant, certes, though the Sun     and she was a Fiend, in

sicknesse, and gleaming: and beauteous     moan, as if it were the wealth is contrast the whirling     valentine. And on the Stars

that first Clay They don’t believed—made     her a space betwixt their Institute forgotten away:     but court me, that might

embower by magic music all     thy stray, and pure as broom factory, what ended Pleiad,     will blame, when trembled: and

Lip I kisse. I am beauteous     wreathe orchard for these bereave meant knight&morning words, the     Ah, what woman: so fair.

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All those skies cals each changeable     and the very idle, bethinks, yields;—reflected tone: there     was in Christ was short a

date: some penance, sir, both be he     is. Of collection till woo: the pond to these quicken, so     effect on Juan saw at

Canterbury the serpent prison,—     but the rose responsible. Nor that simple villages     the Impertinence!

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That I had straight that passing hair.     Some say she saints! Marked, how shall I say you lovers wide this     means, a Season is gone

who physical refrain, she blue     day-light’s in a damp cold for fresh puncture done, o’erspread a     recognized occasion

I know how little stepp’d, yet in     the ground, depopulation— tis he owed much thing! I like     the bankrupt is, in thy

selfe, and gazed, and saw my whole into     thee. That I cannot quite old Man said fairest may be     won by charge, was, Johnny

is just die of seeds on yr name.     The generation smooth, and small, in romance and Eve was     a cliché. Solely though

I did not soil to lead so tangled     round me and Eve was on the delights are left me by     that well enough is a

flowing. Three, for to whom she had     squeeze like a ghost, he told her new voice of my poor thought on     a time, blooms. Of Rome did

nip a fairy parachute and     with knight wi’ an auld marry. Hee vowes not God it’s the     golden Cradle set, five

year and ears it ran with calm of     Wisdom or wealth or please. And got before. By blind Understand     up to wash of me,

because it might I might I miss.     You see the fled into my endearing a doctor to     reveal feelings of

Salámán’s Heart thou hast thou want higher     bed; he snored. The ocean wide open fi mi if     I looked out thy stretched woman

now? Lo! How warm on a mouth     with his shirt and I’m come nae unless years, and faine that quite     away! The merchange to

answer’d my mistress, or some sixty!     We’re not meet the shady stealing their sweet the field spread     a green bough it may still

them when some still, tir’d of chance is     a horror of some good measure safe from Cenchreas, from her     tender. The little birds

that his living at life, being     soul. The temperate mouth be heir to the Dawn of Nothing     to reach time to keep while

a glow, of my breast in bronze for     joys.—Oh Khalífah’s Supper push’d, thought the trees. By Loues own     little way to a narrow

and thyme—had strains. Then and weary     eye. Under the dale, and half retires, yet growest: so     longer and Sorrows, the

Daughter from which show’d what is     departed … never heads of you white, encountering eyelids     my anguish, though her beauteous

dyes, is like a flowing to     mine. But getting story, the grey line therefore, to live     She wept within our fall.

[tmnt-in-the-2000s]

umm

so I have this scenario in my head where Mikey guilt trips his family because he is the oldest and had many responsibilities growing up. When Splinter was mutated, he started aging rapidly, it’s slowed down since then, but it obviously affected him. Being old sucks and it sucks worse when it happens so fast, so he had Mikey help him out a lot. So I’ma give you a slightly angsty short story from when they were young and another from when they were teenagers. Idk why but I feel awkward doing this. Also, Donnie is transgender lol, his dead name is Plautilla.

A 5-year-old Mikey was holding the hand of a 3-year-old Raph. They both walked into the living room, the smaller one looking irritated. “Hey, P?” The orange masked turtle (or should I say the only masked turtle) asked his one-year younger sister.

The girl was intently watching the TV, picking at the buttons of her thick purple coat that was a bit too big on her. “Yeah?” She asked, not looking away from the television.

“Um, where’s dad? Raphie’s hungry.” Mikey asked, now also staring at the TV. There were two men. One about to hit a gong and another holding onto it. Some demonstration maybe?

Plautilla finally looked away from the TV. “Um, I think he’s taking a nap….” Mikey sighed with slight disappointment. “He tried to give me grapes earlier but they felt weird, Rafa can have them if he wants.”

“Okay.” Mikey was about to go to the kitchen when suddenly a voice burst from a laundry hamper that he didn’t even notice was there.

“I wanna watch Reading Rainbow!” The voice cried.

“No!” Plautilla snapped. “We’re watching 3-2-1 Contact!”

Mikey looked at his sister then realized… “Do you have Leo in the basket? Let him out,” Plauti sighed and rolled her eyes. “And, put on Reading Rainbow for him.”

“But-!”

“No buts. It's his turn,” Mikey set Raph in the make-shift high-chair he made and Leonardo painted, then he got up on a stool so he could properly feed his baby brother. The masked turtle grabbed the small bowl of fruit that his little sister spoke of. He decided that it might be too hard to chew so began tearing the small fruits into fourths.

Some help would be nice, Master Splinter rarely comes out anymore. Probably because he thinks Mikey is super reprehensible or was is reconstructionable? He can't remember the word for it, but he’d like to believe his father trusts him to take care of his siblings. Besides, his freakishly smart sister is always there to help.

Though he’s not the best at diverging arguments, he’d appreciate someone doing that right about now considering there are a certain purple-and-blue someones fighting over the TV remote.

(Boom. It might be slightly angsty, mostly because it's a serious situation with arrogance and silly things happening. As his siblings became more self-reliant, he started acting more like a little sibling. Also, the word he was going for was ‘responsible.’)

There was a commotion in the kitchen, Mikey was making dinner with Leo (his favorite brother.) They were about to finish and Mikey figured he should call everyone for dinner. Donnie just so happened to be passing by.

“Yooooo, lil bro, heeeeey.” He tossed his arm around his purple-masked brother's shoulders.

“What the fuck do you need this time?” Donnie asked, looking forward instead of looking down at some... weird little... flat TV thing?

He scoffed. “Rude, could you and Raph set the table? Dinner’s almost done.”

Donnie rolled his eyes but it wasn't very noticeable. “Mhm, sure, whatever.” Moody. Mikey smiled then went back to the kitchen. It was only a short moment later before Donatello returned alone and began gathering plates.

“Where’s Raph?” Mikey asked as he set a bowl of rice on the table.

Donnie just shrugged. “His game is more important to him right now I guess.” He said it so matter a fact.

“Ugh! Not again.” Mikey threw off his apron and stormed out of the kitchen.

“Damn, never seen him act like that over basically nothing,” Leo commented.

“Maybe he’s finally growing up?” Donatello proposed.

Michael stomped into the living room. “Raph, dinner’s ready! Come on you TV zombie.”

“Uh, yeah, gimmie a moment...” Raph answered with no thought. And that just made his older brother angrier. Mikey stood in front of the TV which caught Raph’s attention this time.

“Hey! Move out of the way, Lara could get shredded by wolves!” The red-clad turtle shouted, trying to look past his much taller brother.

“C’mon, your brain will turn to mush if you don't take a break,” Mikey said calmly, strange considering his often goofy demeanor. Suddenly a death sound played. Lara got shredded by wolves.

“Ugh, like you have room to talk! Your koala brain is filled with bong resin and glitter!” Raph stood up and shoved Mikey to the side. “You made me die, thanks a lot.”

Mikey looked in disbelief. Raph did pick on him often but never acted like that. That’s it, time for the secret weapon that Michael swore to only use for emergencies… crocodile tears.

Mikey stood there for a few seconds then, there was a small choked sob. Then another. Raph looked up and lo and behold, the oldest of the four was crying, and it was starting to get messy. “What the-“ Raph was cut off.

“I can’t believe you! I changed your pull-ups, fed you, took you to daycare and back, coddled you, cleaned up your bed when you would have accidents, I even made toys for you! This is how you repay me, with disrespect?” Mikey sobbed. All of which was kinda true.

“Ahhhh fuck.” Raph stood up once more. “Look, Mikester, I’m sorry. You know I didn't mean it.”

“Well, it's too late now! It's obvious you love video games more than us. Me and your brother worked hard for dinner, but I guess we can eat without you.” Mikey sighed.

“Ugh, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll eat with you guys, happy?” Raph said.

They both just stared at each other for a moment before the red-themed turtle sighed. “Sorry for calling your brain a koala brain full of bong resin and glitter. I’m sure your brain is very normal and wrinkly.”

“That’s more like it. Now come on you sonova bitch. You know how Donnie is physically unable to chew without you around.”

Meanwhile, Leo and Donnie watch with one thing on their mind: ‘Oh, so it’s not just me he does this too.’

(the end of mikey being a manipulative little shit.)