Biblically accurate Leonardo! Real red eared sliders look like they have a little cat smile and stick their noses straight up in the air, it’s so cute! They are also very square looking, with boxy little heads and shells. I think you can tell the ball python inspiration in his head shape here tho, I’ve drawn a lot more snakes than turtles in my time lol
Real turtles’ shoulders are actually fused to a shoulder girdle formed by their shoulder blades and collarbone within their shells, so their arms kinda stick out elbows up and aren’t super flexible. Being mutated, the brothers would have flexible shoulders and independent bones in there, but I think they’d still have the thinner skin and soft scales around their necks, shoulders, and thighs that allows them to tuck into their shells and on their outer arms and calves I think they’d have much thicker scales to protect those soft parts.
They probably can’t fully fit into their shells due to their mutation, but I think the idea of them still being able to pull their heads in like a seal is quite funny.
Imagine swinging a sword at him and his head just goes “swoop!”, and then all there is is his nose poking out and he’s glaring at you all huddled in his shoulders. If I was a Foot Soldier I’d incapacitate myself just from laughing, no fighting needed.
[Raphael] [Donatello] [Michelangelo] [Extended Family]
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Motorcyclist Bakugou who looks so mean, so badass and deranged and cruel, who turns out to be a bigger softie than you thought.
Motorcyclist Bakugou that you meet at a bar one night. It’s pretty empty besides the occasional straggler, and you sit beside him at the bar with a sigh. He’s ready to complain about you choosing to sit right here when there’s an entirely empty row, but when he looks at you, all his irritation melts right off of him.
You two talk for a while, hit it off, as you exchange banter back and forth, and before you know it, you’re walking out with him. you're not too drunk to be stumbling, but enough to let him pin you against an old brick wall as you walk to his ride and let him kiss you. its sloppy and full of tongue and teeth, and you can't get enough of him, especially when he hikes a thick thigh between your own to let you grind against it. you find it in you to pull away finally, when someone walks by, but its hard when he bites his kiss swollen bottom lip and nips at your own.
you get him off of you though, with a promise of giving him more when you finally make it back to his place. you're surprised though, when he walks you to the only bike in the lot, all sleek and shiny and black and orange with explosions painted on the side.
you make a remark about how pretty the bike is, but he only has eyes for how pretty you look, all mesmerized and slack jawed. he hands you his helmet, letting you hop on after him, grabbing him around his middle tight as you cop a feel of his hardened stomach. he thinks his dick explodes though, when you whisper to him,
"I've always fantasied about being bent over a pretty bike." its all the initiative he needs to zoom off into the night, popping a wheelie occasionally to hear you squeal and giggle.
and when you arrive at his house, big and showy with a private garage, you both have the good idea of parking that bike right in the privacy you two need. he barely puts the kick stand down, barely lets you pull the helmet off before you're being grabbed and groped every which way. you let him, let his mouth roam your skin, and your hands pull off his shirt, until you're both in your underwear and panting against the others lips.
without being prompted to do so, you turn your back to bakugou, looking over your shoulder as you bend over his bike. you pull your underwear to the side, let him see the slick strings that snap from your lips to your inner thighs, grinning when he practically salivates like a damn dog. you hear his zipper before you see it, giggling when he groans about you being a little minx, before you feel his tip slide between the wetness of your lips.
and as he pushes into you, you rock a little on the seat of his bike, eyes fluttering close in bliss, as you think that you finally got to experience being railed like how you deserve over a pretty bike by an even prettier man.
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