#Raphael head canons

[eerycurlew53]

More Raph head canons:

• He’s an artist. Painting, sketching, drawing, etc.

• He hasn’t shown anyone yet because he doesn’t like showing his soft side, and thought they’d make fun of him.

• When they did find out though, they thought it was funny, since he’s named after an artist, and he is one.

• he’s painted many, including a family portrait. Leo had taken it because he wanted to show Master Splinter. Leo managed to get to the lounge room before Raphael tackled him.

• The canvas fell out of his hand. They fought. Splinter had been walking by and went to see what the commotion was about.

• He saw the canvas and picked it up. He asked who painted it. Scared and embarrassed, Raph immediately said Leo. Leo had told him Raphs signature is on the back.

• Splinter soon hung it up on the wall with pride.

• He painted a portrait of Ice-Cream Kitty for Mikey, a space heroes one for Leo, a portrait of each of them including April & Casey. One of Casey scoring a goal in hockey. A small one of spike. One of Slash. A combination of the two.

• As well as one of all his animal friends

• He’ll also go around spray painting things with Casey.

• Raph and Mikey will sometimes just sit in a room together drawing silently, because Mikey likes to draw his own comics.

• Once he’s done he’ll show Raph, who then critiques and helps him fix bits to make it better.

[cutielights]

Tw: none

Rise! Boys x Spider Person! S/O

Leo

Incredibly whipped

He’s in love

You can stick to walls? That’s awesome. Bring him with you.

Brings you on patrols and such

Absolutely adores your spider suit

Spider senses? Extremely useful, but not around Leo

He’s getting into trouble so much that they constantly go off

Constantly makes spider jokes

He is genuinely thoroughly relieved that you don’t have eight legs, sticking to the average

Spiders have no bones, but humans do. The compromise? Extreme flexibility. Low-key freaked him out a bit

Raph

Likes your webs and combat style. Not so much the fact that they stick to him even if he barely touched it

Spiders can lift up to fifty times their body weight

You can lift him no problem

He found this out when you caught him after he got thrown by an unnamed villan

“Okay, I’m not freaking out. But, how are you holding me right now?”

He likes the feeling, not many people can lift him

Listen, he loves that you can take a few hits, move around NYC speedily and efficiently

But for the love of god- Stop. Scaling. Buildings.

He knows you can stick to walls. But he has a heart attack every time.

He’s found himself incredibly fond of your spider sense, taking a certain amount of stress off of him, even if it’s just a little

Donnie

Fascinated by you, every time you use your powers you can see him furiously taking notes out of the corner of your eye

You slept off a spider bite instead of going to the doctor?”

“Yes?”

“You’re incredibly lucky to be alive.”

“C’mon aren’t you over reacting?”

“IT WAS RADIOACTIVE HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT?”

“It was like a year ago, chill.”

Runs consensual tests on you

Estimates what type of spider bit you

Tied between the need for knowledge, the fear of spiders, the love of his partner

Refuses to touch your webs, and he’s not sorry, not even if they happen to be purple

Mikey

Likes that you can stick your feet onto skateboards

Makes it ten times easier for you

Gets you to sling him into high places to do graffiti

Spider-Man kisses?

SPIDER-MAN KISSES!

Gets you to stick to the ceiling so you can jumpscare Donnie

Helps you with different suit designs, sure he’s more on the pallet side of things, but it’s still fun!

Asks if you have dietary restrictions, and therefore cannot eat pizza

You reminded him that you just have spider powers and not spider insides

Doodles spiders on your arms, in relatively the same places his own spots are, so you can match!

I wrote this in one sitting, easiest I’ve done in a while <3

[shardkn1ght]

This is based of a conversation I had while drunk.

The moment I realised I might be she/they/he.

I thought it would be fun to apply it to mutant mayhem Leo.

[yorshie]

Tattoo Worship

Bayverse turtles x reader NSFW head canons concerning the tattoos I added to them.

Set in 2023 for turtles are 24-25

Leo

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you existing, little moments in between commitments and obligations, you will idly throw out poetry about Leo’s ink. Not anything big, not even anything considered good by most standards, but when you compare the flow of water and dancing petals laid out over his scales to the constant ebb and flow of your love for him, he’ll never fail to get this bashful, boyish smile on his face. The turtle with the biggest way with words will fall silent and pliant in your tiny hands.

The true beauty of his tattoo however, comes out during training. The fluid lines accentuate how his body moves, how each group of muscles work in tandem. He’d be a lying little shit if he said it didn’t give him an ego boost to catch you watching him while he’s working on his katas, eyes glued to the flexing lines before following their flow to his arm or further down his leg.

When it’s just the two of you he’ll let you touch it, let you skate your fingertips along the different colors. He might get a bit ticklish around the flower over the finer scales where his plastron meets his inner hip, but he’ll allow a few ticklish touches in order to feel the bliss of your touch on him. If you want to explore the larger flowers underneath his pant line however, he might get a little handsy in return.

Blue likes it when you use your tongue to trace his tattoo. The swirling lines of water in between flowers acts like a maze or a raceway, except the last thing he wants you to do is race to the finish line. If you want to start over he’s not likely to offer any sort of resistance unless you’re purposefully teasing him.

When your hands grab at his hips and ass he likes to imagine the pretty picture of your nails digging into the flowers along his left side, holding him closer. It reminds him to be careful, to not accidentally pinch your fingers underneath the ridge of his shell. He’d rather you grab his ass than his carapace but he knows it’s better leverage for you both to clutch onto the latter

He doesn’t really care if you want to call his tattoo pretty, so long as you look like you mean it. After years of different villains and Jones referring to him as the ‘pretty boy turtle’ he’s learned not to roll his eyes too much. When you gesture at, or press a hand to his hip, and tell him that you think his tattoo is pretty you’ll get either a crooked little grin if the two of you are going steady or a tilted head and a considering look if he’s not too sure you’re being genuine.

Donnie

You don’t often get to see Donnie’s tattoos. In fact, when you first meet him, he wouldn’t be surprised at all if you thought the tribal turtle on his shoulder was the only one he had. It’s not until you’re dating that you’ll see this dorkasauros rex in a relaxed enough environment to notice the blocky lines of his tattoo peeking out from a low rise pair of lounge pants. It’s not that he’s self conscious about them, he’s just usually is wearing his cargo pants or an added apron when he’s out in the garage and his tattoos are low enough on his hips and thighs to not be noticed.

However, the first time your fingers press into the lines his mind might short circuit just a little bit. For some reason Donnie’s nerves are just a little more sensitive, or maybe it’s just he’s a little bit of a baby when it comes to needles, but his tattoo hurt for a while after he finally got Raph to agree to help him ink himself. Now, though, the feeling of your fingertips, your palm, feels good in a way his mind can’t quite comprehend although he tries to. He’ll clutch your hands and hold them still against his hips, mind trying to catalog the sensation while he’s grinning like an idiot. It might take several tries of calling his name and drumming your trapped fingers before he lets you go.

Donnie likes it when you touch his tattoo, in any way he can get, though hard scratches make him wince. Soft touches and tracing the lines and the frill of the flowers on his quads will get you quivering muscles and shaky words if he’s trying to explain something to you while you’re doing it. Absolutely will go wild if you press kisses to his flowers.

Loves to look down while he’s entangled with you to see the harsher colors of his scales and ink peeking through the spaces where your limbs twine with his. If you’re between his legs and you grab onto his tattoo he might just squeak and pull his head and hunch his shoulders into his shell, but only because he’s blushing and he doesn’t want this to end too soon

If you call him or his tattoo pretty this tall turtle will blush and probably fumble whatever is in his hands. Especially if it’s your first time seeing his full tattoo, he might just trip and fall over while trying to untangle his feet. If you keep telling him though, he will eventually believe you, he just won’t understand how you think that’s possible.

Raph

Big Red’s tattoos are hard to miss, even if he’s dressed for patrol. His full sleeves spill out onto his traps and over his collar bones, coiling around his plastron like they’d continue if his scales existed underneath the hard keratin. He’s intimidating, and he knows the tattoos only add to it. He’s not afraid of using it to his advantage and has had more than one person admire them over the years of working with the police force.

It might take you a few hours to map out the expanse of his tattoos with kisses or even with your hands, there’s a lot of intricate details and hidden meanings in the symbols he chose, but if you ask nicely enough he’ll tell you what each one means, especially if he’s sweet on you and you’re stroking softly over the lines along his muscles. When you find the spots that have scars over the lines, he’ll switch to giving you vague answers on how he got them, not wanting to worry you over something that you can’t change. His tattoos are a sense of pride for him, a part of his story, a sign that he’s able to weather pain and tolerate hours underneath a needle.

If you catch him when he’s just done from a work out though, tired and achy but still high off the hit of adrenaline, his muscles will twitch underneath your touch, lines dancing as his nerves react to the stimuli. It’s these moments where running a tongue across his biceps will get a hiss and a look of heat, a quick warning of ‘you better be sure, baby’ before he takes you up on your silent offer and kisses you dizzy.

Raph loves it when you sink your nails into his arms, likes it when you miss his carapace and claw over his shoulders. He knows your little human hands can’t hurt his ink, and even if you did manage to leave a mark he’d wear it with pride, the little filthy gremlin that he is. Expect lots of churring if you scratch over his arms and maybe even a rumbled insistences of “harder, baby, that spot itches bad”

He likes to watch you in secret when you start ogling him. He might give himself away though by smirking when he sees your eyes widen as you map out the width of him or if your gaze trails along his tattoos. If you’re going steady he’s eventually going to call you out for it, go looking for some sugar to make up for ‘undressin’ me with your eyes’ as he usually puts it

If you call his tattoos pretty he might take offense if the two of you haven’t known each other long. If you’re together however, you’ll get either a) a bashful turtle rubbing the back of his neck and blushing or b) mr. bedroom eyes determined to show you how his tattoos are actually not ‘pretty’ thank you very much they are ‘sexy’ and he’s willing to spend any amount of time needed to convince you of the matter. You will never be able to tell which one you’ll get until you give the compliment.

Mikey

Mikey keeps his sleeve covered during patrols but that’s mostly because it’s so bright and colorful even he admits it could potentially give away their position. At home in the lair though, he usually takes his compression sleeves off, so it’s not unusual to see his tattoo early into meeting him. If you ask him about it however, he’ll simply point at a marigold and tell you he likes flowers, smiling and acting like he doesn’t understand that you mean the snarling dragon flashing through the orange flowers. He’s not above showing off and popping his biceps just to watch your face when the flowers double in size however.

If he’s sweet on you though, and you take the time to really get to know him, he’ll let you trace the petals and the scales across his arm, and maybe he’ll tell you why he was the first of his brothers’ to dabble in colorful ink and symbolism. He likes it when you touch him softly, when you hang onto him or press your cheek against the curve of his shoulder. If you press a kiss to the dragon’s snout he might tap his own lips and ask where his kiss is.

Mikey likes seeing his limbs tangled up with yours, likes seeing the contrast of your skin against his, whether it’s his green scales or his colorful tattoo. If you grab at his shoulders or biceps to hold steady it will drive him wild, but he’ll also give you a shit eating grin because he knows you can’t keep your hands off him but also ‘really, sunshine, if you want a piece of the Mikester all you gotta do is ask, baby, there’s no need to be shy-‘ cue whatever brother is nearest him to try slapping him upside the head

The one time he will let you explore to your heart’s content however, is in bed or the shower. This turtle is the one with the most, shall we say, frivolous bedtime routine, and if he can convince you to scrub his scales or rub lotion onto his arms he’s all game. He’s not picky on floral smells, so if you want to try out some girlie products on him he’s game. When he’s loose and liquid from the lovin and pampering, that’s your chance to take your time and learn all the little muscles along Mikey’s tat and discover just how ticklish he is when you touch the shaded dots that curl up underneath his arm.

If you call Angelo’s tattoo pretty, and take the time to make sure he knows you mean it, get ready to be swept up in a full bodied hug and maybe even swung in a circle. He’ll ask if you’ve ever considered getting one of your own, hey maybe the two of you can match, maybe you’ll even let him design it for you-

[raysmayday]

The dialogue for a trans masc raph comic I’m working on because I thought this was to funny to keep until I finished the entire comic

[mimzaucracks]

Superquest doodles

I'm an ardent the-other-three-1987-turtles-would-just-laugh-at-Raphael-and-his-misfortunes-in-the-episode truther, which resulted in possibly one of my most fun and favourite doodle dumps.

These drawings are specifically how I imagine the 1987 turtles would've/could've been in that episode.

[theemptyislost]

Devils

Haunt Me verse extended origin bs snippet.

(since it has been a hot minute since I have been able to write. Here is a snippet while I work on HM and SL)

TW: Gore, torture, language

“There once was a fair maiden – “ A loud choking sound broke through the hellish lullaby. The creatures muffled scream spoiling the wistful words of a tragic fable long since forgotten. Renditions of which were buried under the jealousy of a fallen deity – his God.   “Tut-tut. We would not want to ruin –“ The devil gritted between clenched teeth. One hand grasping a horn, the other a bastardization of a saw. “ – the story now,” he paused as if exerted by the mere notion of having to start over…again. “Such an untrained thing you are. It is a wonder you caught anyone’s eye in such a state.” A vicious back and forth sawing motion and the serrated blade severed keratin sheath and bony core from his new toy’s skull. Undeterred by the gargled gasp of pain it drew from lips far too pretty for abysmal filth. His hand fell lazily to the side. The gore covered blade clinking against frozen tile as he stalked back to his throne. The painfully beautiful Archduke fell lazily against the plush finery, one leg thrown over an arm rest as he leaned against its opposite. Chin perched on one fist, newly severed horn twirling between the fiendish claws of the other. Achromic eyes observed his current present as it refused to cave to his generous hospitality. “Now…” Deadened white irises shimmered ominously contra the shades of Cania, enhanced by the beast’s onyx cape and crimson skin. The devil’s handsome features were not enough to guise the deadly current of rage that swirled beneath the surface; the absolute jealousy eating at his sanity. The injustice of it all. “Where was I?” Clawed finger twirled his black goatee, as if struggling to recollect. “Ah, yes…” the devil purred, a dreadful smirk curling his lips. Irises flashing a deep red where there was once white as his visage crumbled amid the rising fury. “There once was a whore – ”

[mysticovo]

Hellooo the raph hcs were so cute aaaAAA could I request general hcs on how the rottmnt turts wrap presents? Like who would be great/bad and who would put a bow/ribbon and things like that :] thank you!!

AAaa of course!

~~~~~~~~~~~ Rottmnt Gift wrap ~~~~~~~~~~

Leo:

He probably wouldn’t be the best at it. Like he thinks he is, but he’s not.

Buys either the flashiest wrapping paper or glittery present bags

Or just steals borrows some from his brothers

To mess with people, he’d probably wrap them in an entirely different shape or try to disguise it as something else

Like one year, he gave Mikey a set of oil pastels, but wrapped it as a bird statue

covers it in glitter if he does wrap it.

Donnie almost murdered him over it…..there was glitter in his lab for months

Would probably use those graphic tapes

Raph:

He’s probably the worst at it….but he’s really sorry about it.

there’s be a few taped up rips in the paper because of his claws

his giant hands make it hard to wrap things delicately or nicely

Definitely goes through at least 2 rolls of wrapping paper

His wrapping paper would probably look like this

Either has Mikey help with bows or buys them premade

Also like Leo, he’d probably have his gifts look like an entirely different thing or shape. By accident though

Refuses to use bags unless he absolutely needs to

Mikey:

One of the best in the family

He’d either hand make the wrapping paper or get something like this

Ribbons, bows, galore

Depends on the person, but they’d probably stay the shape of the gift or box

He’ll make gift boxes….like origami it

He’d probably also cover them in stickers

Those graphic tapes like Leo, too

also uses glitter…but not on the same scale

Raph will sometimes ask him for help….only once he gave up though

Donnie:

he’s probably the best at it

Perfectionist

He’d either buy purple wrapping paper or buy wrapping paper that fits everyone

His gifts will always be box shaped. Pressed neatly to fit perfectly around it

with his battle shell’s arms, he’s able to do almost everything at once

Snip the paper, press it, tape it down and bow all in the span of a couple of minutes or less

Depends on how much time he has, because if he has no time - no bow, it just wastes valuable tech time or Shelldon time…..yes time - he’ll put a purple bow on it

His goggles probably help with dimensions

he’s probably given Leo an empty box before giving him his actual present

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I made this a bit Christmas themed with the wrapping paper because it’s so close to the holidays and stuff. Hope you like it anon!

[eerycurlew53]

I’m bored and have a bunch of Raphael head cannons in my head that I want to get out:

• Raphael is an astrology girly. He has a collection of crystals and got master splinter to recount the day he was mutated to get his main three.

• Raph collects animal friends like they’re Pokémon. Cats, pigeons, frogs, rats, ect. Basically anything he can get his hands on.

• One time he rescued an egg he found in the sewers. To his surprise, it actually hatched. Gender? Baby alligator.

• He calls them his children and says he birthed them himself. Raphael even photoshopped them in ultra sound photos to ‘prove it’.

• The only reason he has a cat is because it was a start he used to feed. Master Splinter sighed and said he could keep it, because he couldn’t bare to see his son this sad after Spikes ‘death’-the pet turtle he’s had for around 10 years.

• Raphael also found one of those baby carriers you wear on your stomach at the dump one time. He puts the cat in it, who so happened to love it.

• He kept Spikes tank, bc he just couldn’t let it go. And had sewn a stuffed animal version of Spike, that sits on his shelf. Whenever he’s upset, he talks/rants to it because he hasn’t quite learnt to share his feelings yet.

• Mikey made him a comic called The Adventures of Raph and Spike to try and make him feel better.

•It consisted of real and fake adventures Raph and Spike have gone through from ages 5 until now.

• Raphael hugged him and straight up cried from it

• Raph knits/crochets. He’s made little hats and outfit for the cat.

• One time, for the fun of it, he made Mikey a dress. Mikey hugged him, because it’s a gift his grumpy brother made him. He wears it religiously.

• Leo asked him how long it took to make. He said a week or something. The brothers were simply impressed at the dedication to this joke gift that Mikey ended up loving.

[cutielights]

Reader Addicted To Caffeine/Insomniac (Rise & Mayhem)

Nonspecified romantic or platonic

Leo

Stays up with you

Insomniac has gotta get something to do or he’s gonna go crazy

Knows you should go to sleep, but only really brings it up when it’s been five days or more, he’s wayyy to exited to hang out

“Ooohkayyy, y’know, why don’t we go upstairs and go to sleep? Hm? That sounds like a great idea.”

“You can if you want. I’ll stay up, it’s only been- what, a day? Two?”

“Five.”

“That explains my seven fingers.”

He portal’d you to bed, plain cheating if you ask me

Raph

Oh absolutely not

*sees you with your fifth energy drink that day*

“No.”

“But-“

“N. O.”

He just wants you to be healthy

Gives you different ways to get energy

“You tried exercise? Or… sleep?”

*hissing noises*

“Please.”

Donnie

Same tbh

Lab work does that to you

When you are Donatello, at least.

Can’t sleep? He doesn’t care why or so he would like you to believe, he just provides less than silent company

You’re not getting out of his ramblings.

Ever.

“And Pythagoras once said that-“

Mikey

Tiny bit concerned

At least you’re up, he can take you on late night adventures now!

“Wow! The neon signs in this street light up your extraordinarily deep eye bags wonderfully!”

“…I-“

“Real artistic inspiration!”

“Okay-“

Leo

C o n c e r n

“Hey I don’t think this is that healthy? Like I mean, I could be wrong and all but.”

*quietly opens another can*

“Okay- yeah- no- hand it over.”

Raph

Thinks it’s cool

Genuinely he does

Until you’re NOT getting enough sleep, then he’s going to actually tackle you into bed

“NO, WE ARE GOING TO SLEEP. I WILL KNOCK YOU OUT.”

Donnie

He’s up watching k-pop music videos let’s be 100% here

Now, he has a buddy to do that with!

Not until he realises how much caffeine you’re consuming on average

“Well that’s definitely unhealthy. Do NOT give me that look.”

Mikey

Fine with it most of the time and doesn’t interfere with the caffeine habits, though he does comment sometimes. But even he’s gotta admit it gets too much when you don’t sleep for three days, you’re not even studying!

“Dude.”

“What?”

*vauge gesture to your general vicinity*

“????”

“I mean I’ll stay up with you but like-“

“>:[“

“Got it.”

Tag list! 🏷️ @ghoul-with-a-gun @moonchhu @chillingshadow @crow-the-fox

[waywardsou2]

My trans head canon names.

Leonardo = Leonarda

(Leo = Lea)

Raphael = Raphella

(Raph = Rapha)

Donatello = Donatella

(Donnie/Don/Dee = Dona/Dee)

Michaelangelo = Michaela

(Mikey = Mika)

I stuck to the traditional Italian spellings. I have an Italian background and i studied it in school. Generally for those who don’t know “o” is masculine and “a” Is feminine hence Leonard(o) becomes Leonard(a). Raphael was a little bit harder because it ends in L so I just found the close thing to a feminine name. Same thing for Leo as with Donnie. Now with Mikey, my sister is named Michaela and my grandfather is named Michaelangelo and he was named after her but obviously coz she a girl and my family loves gender stereotypes she got the female version.

[yorshie]

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Hey, These are my Springtime Headcanons!

That's right, we all know that I'm talking about mating season. I tried to not go explicit with these but by the vey nature of these headcanons they are adults doing adult things, so read at your own discretion. There’s cussing and mentions/alludes to adult activities. Set in 2023 so turtles are 24-25

Spring starts slow, creeping up like an itch on their carapace and a skin sensitivity. It hits them all in slightly different degrees of uncomfortableness, but by the end of the roughly two weeks they’re all done with each other and their own instincts. Splinter caught on to the signs of encroaching puberty in their early teenage years. When they were younger, all it amounted to was shedding shells and outbursts of manic emotion and moodiness, but by the time the the turtles are in their twenties it’s a full hormonal raging see-saw. He nopes out to Casey’s and April’s apartment every year by then. They make up the guest room for him and he turns off his phone for the duration. His sons are adults, they can figure out their own shit, and in his older age he values his peace and quiet. And the Lair in springtime is anything but that.

Everything comes out of left field and sucker punches the turtles every year. The human friends of the bale might have picked up on cues to determine when the craziness is gonna start, but to the turtles it feels like nothing is amiss until they’re in the thick of it nine miles behind enemy lines, ass deep in cleaning supplies, snack food, and suddenly unable to stand the sight or smell of each other.

Territorial out the wazoo, and that’s an understatement. They’ll get pissy over someone wiping their feet on the wrong shower rug. Everything in their space must be clean, must be straight, orderly and neat. For Leo this is no problem, but Raphael and Mikey spend a good day or two cleaning out their rooms because their turtle brains can stand the ‘pigsty’ all of a sudden and they can’t find the one object they need that they haven’t thought about all year. One year for Raph it was a particular pair of boxing gloves and he didn’t sleep for three days straight trying to find them. The compulsion to have a clean space drives Donnie up the wall the most, because the poor turtle will never have a clean Lab, no matter how hard he tries. The good side of that is, no one runs into hormonal Donnie as long as they stay away from the Lab- which is a good thing since he discovered years ago caffeine makes everything worse. Just imagine, hormonal Donnie with no caffeine. shudder.

One time Casey nipped down to grab something Splinter forgot, and when he came back home April Frebreeze-ed him outside the apartment before he was allowed to enter. The turtles stink during their springtime, especially with only rival males around to interact with. It’s like they’re each putting out ‘fuck you and fuck off’ stench and it permeates the air. Casey said it smells like a musky skunk, and April swears it smells like a boy’s locker room when she got a whiff of it second handed off Casey. Splinter shocked them both by mumbling into his tea “It smells like they’re horny and pissy.” Raph is the worst at this, but Leo is a close second. Every time poor Mikey sticks his nose outside his bedroom all he can smell is ‘fuck you and the horse you rode in on’ from his elder two brothers and being the smallest and youngest, his turtle senses equate it to ‘I’m gonna get my ass kicked if I leave this room’. 

Despite everyone being frustrated and pissy about it, there’s not a lot of fist fights going on. It’s more subtle postering than anything overt, and it’s mostly between Leo and Raph. Whenever they clock the other in their peripheral, they start up a warning rumble that, in Raph’s case, will shake the furniture in the room if he puts effort into it. At most it’ll escalate into huffing and flexing their arms and chests, but it’s likely to scare the shit out of anyone watching. Every once in a while Mikey will be feeling his oats and will rumble back, and it’s usually enough to shock the shit out of his bigger brothers and they’ll stop for a bit. Leo absolutely hates it. He’s the leader, but come Springtime everyone seems to forget that, and for him it feels like every time he sees Raphael he’s in a power struggle for the mantle. Raph is just pissed he has to see Leo's ugly mug and judgmental eye rolls when he’d rather just get his food and get the fuck back to watching tv in his room with his door locked. 

The one thing that will cause them to stop in their tracks, however, is the discovery of anything smol.  Raph turns on his tv and sees baby animals by accident? Bawls for hours. Families or small children running around exploring on Mikey’s instagram reel feed? Turtle is hit in the chest with the thought that he will likely never be a father. Leo finds old photos of when they were toddlers while cleaning his room?He’ll avoid everyone for the rest of the day, chest tight at the thought of little faces that resemble his own. Donnie finds all the parenting books he downloaded over the hope of ‘what if’? He’ll throw them in the trash and then dig them out hours later in a silent apology to whatever kernel of hope he has.

Now as the turtles get older, there’s always the chance they have an s/o during their Springtime. They learned the hard way that things can get really weird, really quickly, when one year April hugged Raph goodbye after a game night in March and she said “wow you smell really good for some reason”- cue the turtles locking eyes in dawning horror and scuttling out of the room like their pants are literally on fire, and April disgustedly cussing Raph out over the phone once she figured out what exactly was happening. So, needless to say, if the turtles do have an s/o during these two weeks, there is a strict order to stay away from the Lair. If the relationship is far along enough, the turtle could join their s/o at their place, provided they can take the whole two weeks and then some off work, because there is no way any of the turtles could chill enough to let their s/o leave the safety of the nest until turtle.exe stops hogging the brain console and logic comes back online. Even if their s/o leaves just to run errands, they’ll likely come home to find a stressed turtle panic cleaning and vibrating off the walls, rumbling every time they hear footsteps outside in the hall… Maybe it’s better just to leave him in the Lair to preserve his poor blood pressure.

Courtship behavior, however, comes out as well in the Springtime, and it’s something to contend with if either the warning isn’t heeded or the turtle heads aboveground. During the other months of the year, the turtles are more into romancing their s/o’s in a more ‘normal’ manner, but during those two weeks the little voice that warns them humans won’t really ‘get’ all the turtle-y interactions goes suspiciously quiet. Actions such as kissing, hand holding, and personal bubble space go right out the proverbial window, and in their place pop up some more hindbrain postering that, well to be honest, can be downright confusing

One of the most obvious courtships traits is dogging their s/o’s footsteps. It’s a shadowing instinct, made ten times worse by their ninja training and their ability to move silently, and nine times out of ten they don’t even realize they’re doing it until their s/o turns and runs into them. They’re always in the way, always underfoot, and if they can’t physically follow they’ll track with their gaze. It gets worse if the other turtles are around, to the point where their s/o might feel like they’re being stalked by a particularly rumbly bodyguard that covers their back at all times. Surprisingly (sarcasm), Mikey is the worst offender. Leo is the best at keeping himself to only following with his eyes, but eventually they’ll all break and find themselves one step from being up against their chosen partner.

Another turtle-y interaction that grips them hard is the need to provide. He notices his s/o hasn’t eaten in a few hours? He’ll make a point to get them to eat or to bring them snacks. The room’s too cold or there’s too few blankets to cuddle up in? He’ll bring the covers from the bed if he can’t get away with just relocating to the  bedroom, but no matter what he’s getting some article of his ill-fitting clothing on his s/o. It’s a ‘kill two birds with one stone’ technique that soothes the itch in his snout that absolutely freaks him out when he realizes his s/o doesn’t smell like him.

The turtles also turn handsy overnight. Their s/o better be prepared for casual touch at any open opportunity, because the turtles will not waste it. Everything from a hand on the small of their s/o’s back, to touching any bare skin, to fluttering their fingers against their s/o’s face. The latter happens the least, and only when no one else is around to witness it. If their s/o ever tries to turn the tables and return the favor around others, it quickly becomes apparent by the sputtering and coughing from the other brothers that they might not understand all the connotations associated with the action. Cue their turtle getting flustered and all but ducking their head into their shell in embarrassment over being propositioned in front of his family.

Cuddle time dissolves into massages as an excuse to rub up against their s/o, to the point that the s/o might have to point out that massages are usually done with hands and not by just bumping and rubbing a turtle snout over any body part they can reach, which will only be answered with annoyed grumbling and insistence that they ‘aren’t’ doing that… while not stopping doing exactly that. There is also no such thing as personal space while cuddling- if their s/o doesn’t want a heavy ass turtle in their lap, they better nab that spot first or risk being squashed.

Speaking of turtle rumbles, those aren’t the only sounds that come out with a vengeance during springtime. The turtles all churr more readily, chirp and click to get each others and their s/o’s attention, but when they’re alone with their s/o it ramps up, to the point where they’ll forgo words all together. Donnie is the worst offender as he’s battling not only hormones but also caffeine withdrawals, and as such he tends to only hiss at his brothers when they stick their heads into his lab to make sure he’s still alive. With their s/o's however, it's all rumbles deep in their chest and churrs that are likely to rattle the breath in their chests. Raph has the lowest auditory range with his rumbles while Mikey sounds the sweetest.

[barbatos-muse]

Pretty sure this has been mentioned. But what to call (categorize) what were "The Undateables" when doing scenarios, head canons, etc. We know "The Brothers" obvs, so no mention below.

I'm just tired of seeing Undateables used when that's not applicable anymore. And hasn't been for a long time. 😂

The Royals

Diavolo

Barbatos

Purgatory Hall

Solomon

Simeon

Luke

Raphael

The Extras

Mephistopheles (No confirmation where he resides, or much information at all)

Thirteen (She refused Dia's invite to the House of Lamentation)

[boo-moved]

Projecting on Raphael by making him bitch about his dad during sex

[misteria247]

It's official I'm now head canoning that Rise Raph has definitely seen One Punch Man and is a huge fan of the series sorry I don't make the rules-

[pricemarshfield]

i am once again thinking about the bard dialogue options with raphael