ZigZagZigZag by Hummerhouse
“Leonardo, where is your youngest brother?” Master Splinter asked.
“I don’t know, fath . . . sensei,” Leo said, remembering just in time that they were in the dojo.
“I’ll get him,” Raphael offered. Rather than leaving the room, he turned his head and bellowed, “Mikey!”
“Raphael,” Master Splinter said, the stern sound of his voice drawing the turtle tot’s attention back towards him. “We do not shout.”
“How else is he gonna hear me?” Raph asked, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.
Master Splinter was saved from a lengthy explanation on manners by the appearance of his youngest son. “It is time for your daily practice, Michelangelo. Why are you late?”
“’Cause I can’t tell time?” Mikey countered with an ingratiating smile.
“We do not answer questions with questions my son,” Master Splinter chided him. “Your brothers have all
That Certain QualityThat Certain Quality by Hummerhouse
That Certain Quality
“I seriously can’t thank you guys enough for helping me with this renovation,” April said, watching as her turtle friends set to work.
“We’re glad to do it,” Don replied while feeding new electrical wire through the exposed wall. “This is a very good cause.”
Mikey coughed and sat back on his heels, his hands and arms covered in soot. “When was the last time anyone cleaned this chimney?” he asked. “Turn of the century?”
“It’s a really old house, Mikey,” April told him. “The people who inherited it couldn’t afford to make all the necessary repairs or to pay the back taxes. I’m very happy they donated it to be used as a battered women’s shelter, but we can’t open for business until it’s brought up to code.”
From his spot atop a ladder, Raph finished disconnecting the old and broken chandelier, handing it carefully down to Leo befor
BackfireBackfireBackfire by Hummerhouse
Note: mild TCest. Based on Mirage comics/2k3 universe when the Turtles are over 18
“You’re slowing down in your old age, Raphie!” Mikey called out, running backwards as he taunted his older brother.
“We’re practically the same age, shell for brains,” Raph growled at him, secretly admiring Mikey’s incredible athleticism. How did he always manage to make everything look so easy?
“I’m younger and I’m better looking,” Mikey insisted, sounding completely insufferable.
“You’re also gonna get splattered if ya’ don’t pay attention to where you’re going,” Raph called out. “How the heck are ya’ supposed to see where they went?”
“I’m watching our back trail,” Mikey told him. “They might be leading us into a trap, have you thought of that?”
The pair of brightly banded turtles were running down the center of a darkened street in a most
Encounters: Don and the Remarkable TeenEncounters: Don and the Remarkable Teen by Hummerhouse
Don and the Remarkable Teen
The lending library sat in a quiet neighborhood of old brownstones and small established businesses. It was farther from the lair than Don was used to traveling but the books that he’d wanted April to check out for him couldn’t be found closer to home.
He’d spent more than a week poring over them and scanning some of the pages into his computer for future reference. Making the run to return the books had felt good after so much time parked in his chair and slumped over a keyboard.
Don squatted atop the library and surveyed the area around it, looking for anyone who might be up and around. It was after eleven at night, but that was early by New York City standards. Fortunately, it didn’t look as though the sleepy block the library occupied was interested in late night carousing.
Using the fire escape, Don dropped to the ground and crept around to the front of the library, all of his senses alert. The book return box
Snapshots of Time XVSnapshots of Time XV by Hummerhouse
Snapshots of Time XV
“What the hell?”
Raph stepped out of the elevator and almost ran face first into a mountain of metal parts. This was the first time in a couple of days that Raph had ventured up to the garage because he’d been waiting for Casey to get him a specially ordered part for his motorcycle, which wasn’t running.
The part had arrived that afternoon and Raph had picked it up from his friend as soon as it turned dark. The only thing on his mind was installing that part and finding that the garage had somehow been turned into a junkyard was beyond disconcerting.
He heard a thump from somewhere deep inside the precariously balanced towers of junk and began to make his way in that direction. There was a sort of trail laid out that took him farther into the garage, a sort of path that was just wide enough for Raph to fit through.
When he reached a split in the trail Raph stopped to listen. The sound of a metallic clang told him whic
De Novo part 7De Novo part 7 by Hummerhouse
Chapter contains no TOS violations
Raph made it back to the farmhouse before anyone began to actively wonder where he was. On his way there he took the precaution of stepping into the pond and splashing water on himself so that it would look as though he’d been for a swim.
Before he reached the farmhouse clearing, Raph found a new hiding spot for the canvas bag. He would poke around the kitchen later and see if there was anything else he could take to Slash. Raph knew he’d have to be careful that the items he removed wouldn’t be missed.
After grabbing a quick sandwich to sate his hunger, Raph did as he’d promised Leo and rounded up Don and Mikey for a practice session.
Leo joined his brothers in the yard and while Raph worked the younger two, Leo went through his katas slowly so as not to strain his leg. Every so often Leo would stop and watch their practice with a critical eye.
The only time Leo spoke though was when one of his brothers tr
|1. Rectitude. Correct judgment or procedure for the resolution of righteousness. "To die when it is right to die, to strike when it is right to strike."|
2. Courage. A virtue only in the cause of righteousness. Death for an unworthy cause was termed a dog's death. "It is true courage to live when it is right to live, and to die only when it is right to die."
3. Benevolence. Love, affection for others, sympathy, and nobility of feeling are regarded as the highest attributes of the soul. "Benevolence brings under it sway whatever hinders its power just as water subdues fire."
4. Politeness. A poor virtue if it is actuated only by a fear of offending good taste. Rather it should stem from a sympathetic regard for the feeling of others. "In its highest form politeness approaches love."
5. Veracity. "Truthfulness." Lying was deemed cowardly, and it was regarded as dishonorable. Indeed the word of a samurai guaranteed the truthfulness of an assertion. No oath is necessary. "Propriety carried beyond bounds becomes a lie."
6. Honor. A vivid consciousness of personal dignity and worth is implicit in the word honor. "Dishonor is like a scar on a tree which time, instead of effacing, only helps to enlarge."
7. Loyalty. Only in the code of chivalrous honor does loyalty assume importance. In the conflict between loyalty and affection the code never wavers from the choice of loyalty. "A samurai was obliged to appeal to the intelligence and conscience of his sovereign by demonstrating the sincerity of his words with the shedding of his own blood."
Way of the Warrior
"We were raised as brothers so that we could be family. We were raised as ninjas so that we could adapt. We learned to be a team so that we could survive. Now we are learning to strip away the last of the barriers between us so that we can live." Leonardo - from the fic "Claiming Him"
Greetings and Felicitations! Welcome to my humble homepage.
First off, let me say that I'm no artist. Most of what you will find in my gallery is fan fiction and almost all of it is based on my fandom of choice - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2k3 cartoon verse.
I write everything from brotherhood to brotherly love, including TCest. I like to write action and drama as well as some light comedy. I have TCest fics, Slash fics, and fics with a female OC - so be aware of what you're getting into. I do add warnings and summaries - so if something includes dubcon, noncon, bondage or any of a number of other kinks I enjoy, you'll know ahead of time.
I do not write death fics. I do not read death fics. It's just a personal preference and something I like my readers to be aware of. The only exception is the SAINW universe because any deaths there are canon.
I also don't write about the guys being mutilated in any way, shape, or form. I like 'em just the way they are!
I adore artists; I grew up with one and have always migrated towards talented people. I however can't draw a straight line with a ruler, therefore any original artwork in my gallery - either posted as art or as preview art - has been used with the express permission of the artist. I always ask first!
One last note - I don't do requests! Sorry folks, but I never run out of ideas of my own, so I haven't enough time to tackle other people's ideas. That's not to say that chatting with my pals won't birth a bunny; that's happened plenty of times! I just don't solicit for them.
As with my fellow writers, I say welcome, thanks for reading and remember - Don't like, don't look.
Current Residence: Texas
Favourite genre of music: Motown and Classic Rock
Favourite style of art: Landscape paintings, carved wood and welded metal
Favourite cartoon character: TMNT
Personal Quote: "I ride for the brand."
Plot points for the three multi-chapter fics that I'm currently posting,
23 Multi-chapter fics in various stages of plotting (and writing),
25 One shots in various stages of being written,
16 Series notes (this includes the Encounters series and Snapshots of Time)
I sure do know how to dig myself a deep hole, huh?
On a side note, part 8 of "The Pain Game" is up on AO3 and LiveJournal.
TMNT PLZ accounts Share the ones that know you about, maybe we can list them in a journal all in one place here? (This post will be edited as we find more.)