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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Mammon Headcanons (My beautiful wife)
For a long time he would sneak into the human world to work as a Jersey Mafia Boss, he was scolded for hours by Lucifer after him and his Cartel was arrested.
Aways sags his pants and everytime Lucifer tells him to pull them up he responds by dramatically pulling them all the way up to his chest while jumping just to spite him.
Mammon naturally has 3c hair, but he usually blows it out plus he has yellow highlights speckled through his air.
Needs glasses to see, wears tinted glasses so he can pass them off as Sunglasses if anyone talks about them.
Secretly a big math geek, can solve the most intricate and complicated math problems known to man in under a minute.
Loves scaring people, but gets pissy if you hit him out of fear
Speeds through The Devildom blasting Baby Kia while screaming out the lyrics (absolute mad man)
Heavy Sleepwalker and Sleeptalker, will have entire conversations in his sleep and act completely clueless when you ask him about it in the morning.
Left handed (derogatory)
!Other headcanons under the cut!
Lucifer's Ver
Mammon's Ver ~ You are here
Leviathan's Ver
Satan's Ver
Asmodeus' Ver
Beelzebub's Ver
Belphegor's Ver
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More too love...
Bahng Christopher Chan x Chubby!Reader.
Contains of insecurities, self-downing, jealousy, angst/comfort, words of affirmation, reassurance, and just full on channie being whipped.
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You look at the pictures of your boyfriend with another model - hands over her waist and they smiled into the camera. The theme was perfect couple, of course Chan being the greenest flag a man could ever be was chosen by the photographer.
Not only that but the man was absolutely divine to look at - his cresent eye dimpled smile was one of the things people love about the man. His sense of responsibility and care for his members of course.
The way he is as a leader leading everyone to a path they belonged too to shine brighter than anyone else envisions them to be.
You could understand why everyone would want someone like him - although what you couldn't understand as to why anyone would want you.
You sighed feeling your eyes getting wet as the tears formed you turned off your phone leaving it on the bed as you stood up naking your way towards the bathroom - You bit your lip as you stood infront of the mirror eyes glancing at your figure.
Big chubby arms, round face, big tummy, thunder thighs - you just looked to much for yourself as the tears flowed down your face sniffling while crying even as to shaming yourself for being so ugly and chubby when you have the most perfect boyfriend with his perfect body.
You're fat.
Ugly.
Look at how big your stomach is.
Look at how round your face is.
Look at how-
Before the voices continued you could hear the bathroom door open making you snap your neck towards it as you are met with a worried Chan who just got home from work you didn't even hear him coming in.
"Princess?...My love are you okay-....Why are you crying?!.." Chan asks very worried as he opens the door gently making his way over towards you quickly holding your face with his own hands as he wipes your tears away.
You let out hiccups as you opened your mouth wanting to say something but not being able to and just letting out a sob instead - earning an even more worried look from chan who seems to be having his own eyes glossy the more he looks at you crying.
You couldn't help it and you couldn't help the sobs that fell out of your mouth the moment Chan held you closer against him - feeling so disgusted at yourself for being close to him. You glanced at the mirror seeing how his hands are over you body holding you so tightly against him.
He gently caresses your back placing your head over his shoulders as you cried on it - you didn't understand why Chan would even allow you to cry on his shoulders, to cry on him. You were nothing compared to the man who build himself up from countless of haters.
"Princess you're making me worry alot...I don't like seeing you cry you know how much it hurts for me when even a tiny ache is present from you..." He utters under his breath as he pressed kisses over your cheeks so tenderly and gently - placing his hands over your thighs as he lifts you up so easily you quickly grab hold of him not wanting to fall and still crying over his shoulders.
"My princess is crying...And I don't know why...What do you want, princess?..." He asks as he gently places you over towards your shared bed - pulling away from you while you looked at him confused with tears falling down your face onto the ground as he kneels infront of you grabbing hold of your hands as he squeezes them ever so gently pressing a kiss over your knuckles while he looks up at you.
"Tell me please...I'll do anything...Just to see that beautiful smile once again...Do you want more kisses, my love?...More time with me? More of something...Please..Tell me and I'll do it, my dear..." He begged reaching out for you as he held your face wiping the extra tears that fell - you couldn't help but felt your heart skipping a beat at the man who was begging for you to tell him what upsets you.
You breath in shakingly while Chan intertwines both of your hands together with his as he looks up at you with glossy eyes - lips parting as you spoke.
"Chan...why..." You bit your lip as you fight the urge to let out a another sob while chan's chest felt another sting against his beating heart - he gulps lips shaky as he looks at you confused.
"What do you mean, princess?...What do you mean by 'why'?..." He asks softly still kneeling infront of you while caressing your hands with his thumb - he loves the way your hands are intertwined with his.
"Why...why me?...why me out of everyone..." You asked clenching your jaw as you let even more droplets of tears flow down your cheeks while Chan gave you a bewildered look as you continued.
"Chan...Christopher...I'm nothing...I'm not pretty...Nothing...I'm not even talented...so why would you chose me-" Before you could continue Chan leans in kissing you with his eyes closed and frowning - gently pushing you down the bed while you cried, slowly closing your eyes but stopping as you felt warm tears dripping down your cheeks.
It wasn't yours but Chans he was crying, crying at something, at your words that you so hurtfully said towards yourself - he pulls away slowly opening his own teary eyes that immediately connects with your gaze.
"Who told you that...Who told you that you were nothing when infact your more world than the entire universe is worth." He said frowning holding your face as you both look at each other - you with a surprised expression staring at his hurted expression.
"Who told you that your talentless when all I see is a woman who's more gifted than anyone else I've ever seen...Someone so pretty that she makes me thank the heavens from the very moment I wake up seeing your face sleeping so comfortably on my arms as I wished to stay in that moment till the ends of my time." He let's out a sob leaning up as he gives your forehead a kiss.
"The most lovely woman I've ever seen before my own mother and even more so my sister...My faithful partner who holds me so closely whenever I breakdown from working too much.." He presses another kiss over your left cheek.
"My lover who's so beautiful that sometimes I can't even think or utter a word while you laugh at my dumb dad jokes despite them being so unfunny I wish that I could rewind time when I haven't told you yet to save myself from embarrassment." He let's out a shaky chuckle with a sob after as he cried even more so pressing another kiss over your right cheek.
"My princess who holds me so tightly against her arms telling me to sleep while I listen to her heartbeat that quickens ever so fast for me helping me overcome my insomnia at times.." He presses another kiss over your nose as he gently caresses your cheeks.
"And my beloved who gives me all her time and attention whenever I'm feeling silly despite being so tired from work every time. Still giving me her affection, words, kisses, cuddles, herself..." He pressed one last final kiss over your lips as he looks directly in your eyes.
"Tell me my dear...who told those lies that towards you, my most important person that I could ever have met from out of the eight billion people alive.." He gulps as he looks at you so brokenhearted with your words - you could feel your face warm up at his gaze so loving towards you and specifically only for you.
"I-..." You tried to speak but you couldn't not when you know no one told you but yourself. The shame you feel as you know you shouldn't even be thinking of those things but you couldn't help it not when this disgusting jealousy and insecurity was growing inside you.
"I'm...sorry..." You uttered that's all you said looking away from him while he looks at you filled with concern - slightly gulping as he sighed.
"I'm not telling you to apologize, princess...I'm asking who told you those lies...Is it one of those haters?...Friends?Family?.." He asked nuzzling his face against your neck while you gently placed your hands over his head slowly running your hands through his hair as he sighed deeply so contented with your touches.
"I...No...it wasn't the, Chan...It was me.. It's stupid...I was feeling jealous over your latest photoshoot and..." You bit your lips as you shakingly took a deep breath in while Chan listened.
"You looked so perfect with her..." Chan let out a whine of protest at your words quickly making you look back again at him who had a frown while you had a sadden look.
"What?... Me perfect with another woman?.." Chan huffed shaking his head as he buried his face against your neck.
"No... I do not accept the terms and agreement with your words, princess...Did I leave you alone for a long time to make you think like this?.." He pressed kisses over your neck - he didn't like that, he didn't like the words you used nor what you thought about his latest photoshoot made you feel.
"I knew I should've decline it considering my princess felt this way about it afterwards..." You let out a soft moan against his sudden nibbling against your neck - kissing you so much, giving you so much of his love.
"I don't want you to ever say those words again, princess...I'm perfect with you and only you my dear...Please..I'm sorry for making you feel that way..." He mutters against your neck - giving you even more love than you imagined him to do. You couldn't help but let out a sob at his loving while he quickly looks up and holds your face worried.
"Why are you crying again, princess? Did I accidentally bit too hard? Was I overstimulating you? I'm sorry princess...I just wanted you to feel my love-... mhmm.." Before you could let him finish you kissed him back immediately making him melt against your lips as he closes his eyes - you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.
You pulled away making Chan snap out of his dazed moment cause by those addictive lips of yours letting out a chuckle making Chan's heart do flips.
"I'm fine, my love..." Chan swore he heard the church bells ringing when he finally heard you say his nickname once more - so sweet over your already sweeten lips.
"You just...gosh your the most best thing to ever happen in my life..." You uttered not having alot of words to say about your feelings but the way you held his face and look over his eyes made him feel so giggly hiding his face against your neck while you huffed chuckling at his actions.
"If you continue saying those words I might marry you, princess..."
"..."
"hehehe...."
"...I don't mind.."
"..."
"...hmm?..."
"Let's get married.Now."
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Author's note: Helo! I got this from reading a blog about chubby readers! I don't remember what it said but it's about skz not being into chubby people or something and them defending that that's probably not true which I totally agree - we don't really know much about skz's types so we shouldn't assume things.
I didn't have much thought into making this hence why it's a bit messy but I'll make sure next times more clear.
For my chubby people! I seriously need help cause I've been craving on carrying my chubby people like a princess ¦D.
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How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL
you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.
in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.
you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.
— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.
"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"
"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"
"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."
"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."
"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."
"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"
"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."
"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."
you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"
"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."
"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."
"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"
"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"
"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."
"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."
"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."
you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."
he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."
"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."
"yeah, okay, i definitely will."
you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.
— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.
"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.
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I can imagine Gansey in the future gets a job as a professor of ancient Welsh history at some small prestigious school and starts teaching about Glendower but has to leave so much out.
“-then, Glendower’s corpse was found some years ago and left to the hands of the proper historical authorities.”
“Who found it professor?”
“Well, about that actually-“
Or being interviewed for some scholarly journal about him ACTUALLY discovering Glendowers tomb
“So, Mr.Gansey, how did you know where to find Glendower?”
And he’s mentally freaking out because obviously he can’t say the magic birds and the magic sentient forest his eldritch dream god bestie created led him there in the middle of the night.
So he’s all like “Years of research. I also followed the ley lines and asked a few psychics. And performed a few rituals.”
But apparently that’s also not a good answer because the interviewer looks personally offended.
I don’t know I just really like the idea of Normal Guy Gansey being forced to act like his life isn’t insane and magical. And him pretending to not have died twice, because I know for a FACT that changed him in ways. He’s just slightly more unsettling now. I think I need a whole different post about him coming back to life the second time actually.
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