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last line game: share the last line you wrote (and tag as many people as words, or however many you want).

I haven't written anything that's not acadmic articles in several days, so it took some searching but from an original novel:

“Okay,” Seven breathed even though it wasn’t. “Okay, that’s…” She swallowed heavily. “I guess that means we didn’t do as good a job in Chicago as we thought we did. But that just means we have to do better, right?” She wiped away the tears building in her eyes. “How many people died? Maybe– if it was only twenty-six miles, it could have been a forest, or a really big cornfield, or–” “It cut through the city-state of Esgan. There were no survivors.” “Oh.” Seven covered her mouth with her hands, doubled over, and sobbed.

I don't have a ton of writing friends on tumblr right now, but I'll go ahead and tag...

They don’t talk much after that, simply sharing in the mundane beauty of a moment that happens every day for lifetimes, before and after them. It’s not much in the grand scheme of things, but she has survived on less. Made a hearth out of meagre dregs. Hope is no old friend of hers, but it fuels anger hotter and richer than any spite or hatred she’s ever used before.

uhhhhh I'm tagging wildly since I dunno who's up for it

Patience wears thin. “Apo, you clearly have something to protest, so please, for my own peace of mind, just say what it is.” “I just don’t get why you want to meet any of them again,” Apo mutters bitterly.  “We’re meeting each other, aren’t we?” Legundo asks. Apo blinks at him before turning their head to the side. “I guess. Whatever. You can do what you want, but…” “But what?” “Since when are you two friends anyway?” Apo finally asks incredulously. “From what I saw, she went from telling me we should turn you to saying she trusts you and that you know she’s a vampire. Then she went back to saying she’s eating the townsfolk and against everyone but Pearl. But then she’s crying about some conversation you had and saying we need to talk to you. What am I supposed to think from all that?”

"What have you been doing with Owen?" Cleo asks, eyes narrow, pinning Legundo in place. Their tone is one of a parent who just caught their child sneaking out at night — a tone Legundo has not heard used against him in many many years. "I know you can tell I'm not actually a vampire, Cleo. Many in the town trust me, and if they can trust me as a vampire, they may be more willing to trust others who have been turned as well." He tries to keep his tone nonchalant, as though deflection has ever been an effective strategy against a determined Cleo in the past. They growl — it is not aggressive, but somehow chastising. "Don't pull that shit with me. I know that bite is real. You smell like him."

it's finally happening

"Legs," said Owen, feeling an urgency that he hated. "Wake up." Legundo did not wake up. Owen set him down, arranged him into a more comfortable position. A light breeze was following the river downstream with the falling night, and it played at a few stray hairs. What had he said? The airway? Legundo was breathing. It was a shallow thing. Owen imagined it painful, too. ... The smell of blood was strong enough now to sit, bright and metallic, like a fishhook against Owen's tongue. It was whetting his appetite.

The soldier doesn't know where the officer planned to meet the mortal, but that's no problem. The bond between them, now thrumming, acts as an anchor, drawing him in by instinct alone. And then, as the distance between them vanishes, even that is unnecessary.

He can smell the smoke.

“I’m sorry,” Scott murmured as he held eye contact. “This is going to hurt.” His hands hovered, trembling a hair above the wound. He cleared his throat. “Do you want a countdown?” Pyro shook his head, closing his eyes and digging his teeth into the bandage. “Ok.” Scott took a breath, and gripped the crossbow bolt.  He’d heard people scream before, he’d heard and seen his fledglings in pain, he’d felt every wound they suffered during the attack that left him the only confirmed survivor of his old coven.  The familiarity didn’t make it any easier.

I think this is what I wrote last? idk it's been a minute.

(Also, how have I not followed you up until now? It seems I have a major flaw in my decision making skills)

anxiety curls in my chest like something charred and burning

a ball of paper, shrivelled under the light

I write a lot of little tidbits like this, let them simmer and see if anything more comes of them, otherwise they can just exist on their own as I first wrote them trying to go to sleep 😂

Tagging wise, hmm…

The heady alcohol that was near enough to vodka as to make no difference went down as smooth as any top shelf liquor, and Legundo couldn't help but think whether the spirits had anything to do with speeding up the brewing process. If Ren had found some sort of book to allow him to speed up fermentation, he had never said— but if there was a way to speed the growth of plants, surely the bacteria involved in the consumption of sugar and the release of alcohol was similar enough?

I'm going to tag @badalloc !(unless you already did it! I'm having trouble keeping track lol.) Also @yoshiintheweb !

Okay so I've checked I can't actually do the most recent without spoiling Everything but I can give this instead!!

“Okay, we need a plan,” Raph said. Leo laughed. “When did we start planning?” Raph blinked. “Since we’re co-leading now, remember? We gotta be on the same page to work as a team.” “It’s just one guy,” Leo said, glancing at Raph. “And a jellyfish guy at–” “Eyes on the road!” Ghost snapped. Leo swerved out of oncoming traffic and recovered. “-At that.” “So your plan is no plan?” “Exactomundo, big brother!” Raph opened his mouth, then shut it, puffing out an irritated breath. Ghost eyed them both, but didn’t push. They could have a conversation after they handled the mutant.

Toweled off and wrapped in soft, warm clothes, he could have toddled over to the couch and fallen asleep in an instant if not for Lois intercepting him again. She stopped him before he could lay all the way down, instead brusquely prodding him into sitting up, only to press a warm plate into his hands.

Scrambled eggs—what might have been half a dozen eggs, actually, and two pieces of toast. The simple thing, knowing that he liked breakfast for dinner and getting out of bed to make it for him at four in the morning, brought tears to his eyes immediately. He balanced the plate in his lap and kept his gaze trained on it so she wouldn’t see.

Mikey rushed forward to support Leo’s shoulders as Donnie re-arranged his grip to steady Leo’s head and neck. They knew these stairs intimately; they had traversed them dozens of times in preparation for this moment, and their feet were steady and sure in the darkness as they descended down, down into the cool void.

Here's where I left off while writing Burdens yesterday:

Raph opened his mouth to whisper to him, but Mikey cut him off with a heavy tidal wave of warning injected straight into his brain through a Mind Meld. Mikey didn’t think in words like Donnie did, he thought in big waves of feeling. And right now, Mikey was feeling way too many things. Raph was on the beach trying to wade out toward him, to ask why, and the water kept pushing him back, back, back. And he couldn’t move.  The sensation slowly became familiar. The smell of rotting fish and seaweed. Vines. Krang. Sticky, slimy, and always moving. Pulling at his scales in the worst way. He dropped his gaze down and followed the shadow of them twisting over his plastron, across the floor, straight into Donnie’s mouth.

Here’s a new illustration for my TMNT AU project. 🧡❤️💜💙

why he standing like that

(rare) happy senioritis boys 🙂

MASTERPOST

Rules: Share a line from your story with zero context.

Thanks for the tag, @jacky-rubou, this is a fun idea! :D I have a few current projects going on!

My next fic for the TMNT Pure Fluff Bingo:

Funny how when someone told him not to think of something, that made it ten times harder not to think about it.

"A Looking Glass Darkly" Chapter 8:

It stung his eyes just as much as it soothed his heart; for the length of a few more strides, he wasn’t sure why, until he rounded the corner and spotted them.

My WIP for the AU Roulette 2026:

He should have thrown himself down the stairs.

Here's one from an upcoming story of mine:

“You’re taller,” Mikey rasped accusingly. “You’re taller.”

Mikey told him that eating Ice Cream Kitty was not an option and that cannibalism was considered against the law in like most countries probably, dude. 

One that may never see the light of day:

“And then,” Donnie added in a sing-songy voice, “they’ll give us a call and say, Our condolences on the death of your dear brother Michelangelo—oh? What’s that? Your brother is still alive? Then who, praytell, is in our morgue?”

And one from an upcoming chapter of Burdens, specifically for @punctuated-equilibrium-t33la who is very worried about Rise Dee’s physical health right now:

He propped Donnie up against his shoulder. “This is me asking for consent to remove your battle shell. Oh? Nothing to say? Okay, I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Exactly! Therefore, I am not Santa Claus.” Donnie threw himself into his chair and bent back over his desk. “It should only take the basic application of the scientific method to understand this."

And one from a chapter I had to cut because it didn't work with the plot:

“Come here for a second, I have a setting on my tech bō for idiots.”

And another part I had to cut because of more plot issues:

Do you read TMNT fanfic? Do you want to encourage more discussion around fanfic? Do you want to yell from the rooftops how good this one fanfic you read is?

Then do it more--

But also if you would like, you can nominate some fanfics!

The rules are included in the survey. The survey will be open until the 1st of June! Then voting will begin!

All nominations will be put into a big chart of fanfics regardless of votes or nominations! Also fanfics will win digital ribbons that can be put on profiles or on AO3 pages. Hooray!

Below is a list of all the categories, in case you want to look at those! Be careful that you follow the rule of each category, because your nomination won't count if it breaks a rule!

Best Canon-Compliant Fic

Most Compelling AU

Best Leo-centric Fic

Best Raph-centric Fic

Best Donnie-centric Fic

Best Mikey-centric Fic

Best Portrayal of a Villain

Best Portrayal of a Canon Ally

Most Interesting Original Character

Most Exciting Action/Adventure

Funniest Comedy

Cutest Fluff

Most Gripping Hurt/Comfort

Best of Unique Writing Styles (chat fics, found documents, letters, etc)

Best Crossover (TMNT/TMNT)

Best Crossover (TMNT/Other)

Best Comic-Based Fic

Best 1987 Fic

Best 2003 Fic

Best 2007 Fic

Best 2012 Fic

Best Bayverse Fic

Best Rise Fic

Best Mutant Mayhem Fic

Best Original Iteration

Best First Fic (Author’s First)

sorry about this *waterboards you with plot*

First / Previous

the next part is going to take me a million years

i love the life of a rottmnt fan

Why OF COURSE I do! Because you didn't specify a version, here's some for several different ones:

2003

Obviously, Don taught Raph how to repair his motorcycle the first time it broke. Ever since then, Raph frequently helps Don with his mechanical engineering projects so he can learn. He now knows how to do it himself. Don still helps him though. Raph has decided not to stop him. 

Don told Raph about the events of SAINW first, because he thought Raph would be the most chill about it. (He wasn't chill about it, but he didn't let that show.)

2012

When it’s really late at night, Raph hangs out in the lab, partly to make sure Donnie actually goes to bed and partly because he doesn’t want Donnie to feel fully responsible for taking care of things like making retromutagen or repairing vehicles. Occasionally, Donnie will use him as as sounding board.

Also, Raph is comforted by the noises in the lab. 

When Raph is sick, he comes to Donnie first because he knows he won’t pamper him. 

Rise

As kids, Raph and Donnie co-parented their brothers whenever Splinter was not parenting. Raph didn’t necessarily like having his brother’s “help,” but who can really stop a Donatello from doing what he wants to do?

Donnie builds all his inventions to fit Raph’s size first.

Raph instinctively stands behind Donnie when they’re outside the lair. 

MM/Point Grey

When it finally came time to move into two rooms instead of one, Splinter felt it was best for Raph and Donnie shared a room together because the sleep schedules are more aligned and they tend to need solitude and alone time more than the other two.

Raph doesn’t argue with Donnie because Donnie is the only one of his brothers who can argue back (and the only one whose insults can actually hurt his feelings).

Donnie often stays up late playing video games or tinkering while Raph is working on homework, but doesn’t offer his services unless Raph asks directly. He knows Raph is more likely to get it done if there’s someone else in the room.

Searched my drafts to see if I had any brains and brawn stuff and found this unfinished sketch of my boys from The Road: