Another W.I.P h u z z a h
It's a 2012 TMNT Fic I titled "Gay Goths night"
The shredder was dead. It had been two years since The Turtles had defeated him, the lair that had been the center of operation for the shredder was karai's now.
It was her home now, the place she could start to restore honor to the foot clan and quash the straggling remnants of shredder's evil.
Karai had been waiting, perched on the stone throne, staring ahead. Shinigami was beside her, lazily fiddling with her weapons.
They're here.
A shadow shifted near the window and dropped down in front of them, white eyes glaring at them.
Shinigami started to giggle. "He is just like you, Karai. Always a dramatic entrance."
The shadow stood up and began to rub his neck, "The door was locked."
Karai barked a laugh, "No, It isn't, Leo. Admit it; you enjoy being dramatic."
He scoffed, Karai stood up from her throne and walked towards Leo, Shinigami close behind.
"Maybe I do, just a little bit." He admitted, Karai grinned at her younger brother.
"See? Not so hard. Now let's go. you're late." She slung her arm around Leo to drag him to one of the antechambers of the lair. Shinigami grinned at the sibling interaction and followed close behind.
It was their off-night. It was going to be just the three of them, to talk and bitch about whatever they wanted to their hearts' content.
Both Karai and Shinigami were well aware it was a needed outlet for Leo, considering he was splinter's son and would rather wither up and die than confess his emotions to his brothers.
One of the antechambers had been refashioned into the dubbed "Gay Goths room" by Shinigami.
The floor had a dark red carpet, There was a king-sized bed against the wall close to the middle of the room with a black fuzzy blanket, and a couple of plush pillows strewn on it.
A small dresser was placed near the bed, it held a couple of pictures of the trio and a pitcher of water accompanied by three colored glasses. Red and black for Karai, black and purple for Shinigami, and dark blue for Leo.
A desk was placed near the corner of the room, filled with little scented candles and knick-knacks, mostly stress toys (which were purely kept there for Leo's sake).
There was a tv mounted on the wall in front of the bed for the nights they just wanted to watch movies instead.
A couple of beanbags were kept in a cupboard in the room, only to be taken when they wanted to use them.
The room was dimly lit but could be made brighter if wanted.
Shinigami dived head-first into the bed, before propping a couple of pillows against the frame of the bed and leaning against it.
Karai and Leo were in a light conversation about their week, as Karai sat next to Shinigami, then allowed to be hugged and little spooned by Shini.
"Ew," Leo chuckled, sitting on the bed and wrapping the fuzzy blanket around himself.
"Shut it, gay boy," Shini said before hugging Karai tighter, Karai smirked as Leo spluttered.
"I don't- I'm not-"
Poor boy. Still in denial, Karai and Shini thought simultaneously.
"Oh please," Karai started, raising an eyebrow. "You are, everyone here is."
"Changing the subject" Leo started, already flustered.
Oh no, he wasn't getting out of this one easily.
"What about your obsession with Captain Ryan?"
"It's because he's a good leader!" Leo tried defending, his voice high.
"Oh really? what about the Captain Ryan x M! reader Mikey found on your tphone?" Mikey had sent Karai screenshots that night that left both Shini and Karai wheezing.
"He went through my phone?!"
"More like you left your phone tabs open after you lent it to Mikey." Karai felt a bit of sympathy... For Mikey for having to witness firsthand the absolute nightmare of a fanfic.
Leo groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"Ooh, what about that rabbit samurai guy you talked about? The one with the pug kid?" Shini asked, eyes glittering with mischief.
Shit. Leo thought they would forget about that.
"I didn't know you were into DILFs?" Karai asked teasingly.
"I'm not! He's my age, he just happened to be taking care of a warrior pug child when we first met."
"You're not denying that you like him, though."
"... No," He paused. "I'm not."
"Hooray, you're gay and the last to know." Shini and karai snickered as Leo sighed.
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the twelfth doctor’s one of those guitarists that doesn’t sing. he just refuses to. it’s not his style, he doesn’t do well to express himself in words when melody and chords can do the trick. you know who *is* the singer of this imaginary all-nuwho-doctor band though? ten. he has all the vibes of a cheeky lead vocalist from some 90s alt-pop-grunge band. i mean, he’s literally jarvis cocker. thirteen’s the drummer, nine is on bass and eleven’s on keys. fifteen i don’t know yet, we’ll have to watch the devil’s chord to decide
as for the master’s rival band, saxon is, in a tragic twist of irony, on the drums, but he can only play in 4/4, so they’re a shitty punk band. missy’s the obligatory Hot Goth Female Bassist — fitting that stereotype plays right into her intense performance of gender. spy is the vocalist and rhythm guitarist: dramatic and theatrical, he makes a show of every phrase…
thinking about this as an au now. that would be cringe. i don’t write aus i don’t write aus i don’t
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The Bloodstained Bride
Phone the cleric
Dial the priest
The bride is in hysterics
And the groom is deceased
The rage within has been unleashed
The guests have not touched their quiche
The altar is a sanguinary sight
All parties involved left affright
Before sharpening the smiting dagger
Let us read the vows of the disemboweled
Champagne glasses shattered from fallen platters
A joyous day ending with sounds of funerary trowels
One mere text
Enough to leave her in distress
Shadows cast on the church as the lies came to light
Approaching the altar with fists clenched tight
“It was only one night, just a stupid mistake”
“Was our whole relationship to you, just fake?”
Now nauseated at the sight of wedding cake
This day of nuptials soon turned into a wake
She removed her veil
And covered the statuesque eyes of Jesus Christ
With a shard of broken glass was he impaled
The altar of symbolic union now one of blood sacrifice
The groom collapsed onto the tiled floor
The most holy ceremony morphed into a scene of gore
Screams echoed in the chapel whilst the priest was left baffled
The knot destined to be tied has now unraveled
She would face her crimes before the gavel of a judge
With hair messed and mascara smudged
“You could have jilted him at the altar”
Instead, she aimed to slaughter
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