Author has written 58 stories for Ninja Turtles, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Walking Dead.
Happy new year!! 2014, wow. I have been working on a few outlines behind the scenes. I know my account is pretty quiet yet I still receive follows and favorites, and that tickles me to death. I'm glad you're enjoying the archive. :D
Good stuff is coming in 2014. Currently, I'm a part of a round-robin challenge under Connie Nervegas' "Turtles vs. Zombies" fic. Other projects include the long-planning TMNT/Die Hard crossover short, "I Remember You"'s makeover, and two other fandom fics that will be a surprise. I'm excited about them!
Here's to a healthy and productive new year! Love you all. - M.
A preview snippet from "4th Street Brawl", a TMNT/Die Hard little crossover:
With his psychedelic brain show over, Junk sat up and rubbed his head. A quick flash around the corner caught his foggy attention as Jug’s face smacked against the wall. “Hey, Jug, just deck him and split. Five-O comin’.”
Stuttering through saliva and blood, Jug gained momentum from the wall and forced Casey to avoid tripping on an empty black bottle and, instead, crash into a broken gym set and plastic totes. The noise alerted two curious by-standers, who shuffled around the mouth of the alley then idly scurried away when a black Buick Sedan rolled to the curb. The blue and red lights from the Sedan’s dashboard swallowed the pedestrians’ fading shadows and the darkness in the alley. The only things Junk left behind were his cursing and the overloaded smell of nail polish and liquor. His fallen comrade, Jug, scrambled halfway over the fence, hissing, “So not cool, homey,” before a pair of hands yanked him off it. He saw more of the night sky at that moment than he had since he was a kid.
“Officer!” Casey swung a struggling Jug like he was mopping to the entrance. “Officer! Over here! I got one for ya. Caught him trying to break in over here, messing around where he shouldn’t be. There was another fella but he...” As he explained the situation, the Sedan owner, dressed in a rugged leather jacket over a wrinkled business suit and one hand over his hip, scanned over the streets and into the alley. Casey slowed down his story, sensing the guy wasn’t paying attention to him. “--and so I grabbed him before he left. Are you a real officer?”
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Alex Hamato, demonsweat, StoicHarlequin, D'Fuentes, Connie Nervegas (she's more or less active, but has a wonderful archive of stories. Keep bugging her.), Mikell, DuckiePray, BubblyShell22, Rosie White, Sciencegal, Sushi Shea Shogun, TD Rayne, The Mutant Rebel (bug her, too), devirnis, Livi-Love, FairDrea
(Walking Dead fandom)
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