#also it’s not just raphael

[h8fuckk]

@bloodtwin sent: how do you know all my weaknesses...?

The campfire flickers nearby, casting ominous shadows over her pale, blood-slicked form. Her wings, still damp with the remnants of gnoll blood, gleam under the dim light, the veins in them pulsing faintly. Her black dress clings to her body, soaked through with gore and sweat from the recent battle. The scent of iron, musk, and decay lingers in the air, mixing with the intoxicating fragrance she now releases—rose, musk, patchouli—a heady concoction designed to weaken her brute of a companion’s already tenuous restraint.

She circles Puck slowly, her bare feet soundless on the earth beneath. The fire crackles in the silence between them, but even that feels distant, muffled by the thick, electric tension that lingers like smoke. His question hangs in the air, and she lets it simmer, savoring the power it gives her. A dark chuckle escapes her lips, curling around them like the sweetest poison. Weaknesses. The word alone is enough to stir something primal within her——something that longs to exploit, to dominate, to consume. She pauses directly in front of him, her glowing eyes gliding over his form with slow, deliberate intent.

❛ I wish I could say that I’m just that good, but—❜ she murmurs, voice low, rich like velvet draped in darkness. She raises her hand, her claws still glistening red, and places it on his chest, right over the beating heart she knows craves something far more dangerous than what the battlefield has already offered. Her fingers splay across his blood-stained skin, the contact deceptively gentle, yet the sharp edges of her claws graze just enough to remind him of what she could do.

❛ Your kind, ❜ she continues, her voice soft but laced with amusement, ❛ all tend to have the same weaknesses. ❜ She could say it—spell it out for him. Men. Mortals. Creatures led by desires they barely understand, much less control. But she lets the thought dangle unspoken, hanging like a blade poised to drop. A smirk curls at her lips, and she tilts her head, studying him like prey caught in her web. ❛ But yours, ❜ she says, her voice dropping into something darker, more intimate, ❛ are… different. ❜ Her eyes flash, catching the firelight as her face moves closer to his. ❛ Hungrier. More volatile. ❜

The air between them thickens as she leans in, her scent enveloping him, seeping into the very space they share. She lets the silence stretch, lets her proximity weigh heavy on him before she continues, her lips just inches from his. Her breath is warm, caressing his skin as she whispers. ❛ When you have a nose like mine, you can sniff out the slightest changes in the atmosphere. ❜ She pauses. Her claws press a little harder, but not enough to draw blood——just enough to keep him on edge. ❛ When you’re around, I can always smell it——that desire, that lust. ❜

Her eyes burn into his, half-lidded with a promise she has no intention of keeping. ❛ But it shifts,” she says, drawing the words out like silk through her teeth, ❛ into something darker. Something more feral… when there’s death, blood, and gore. ❜ She trails her hand up his chest, slow, deliberate, letting her claws drag lightly over his skin, teasing him with the threat they represent. They hover just beneath his neck now, her touch delicate yet menacing.

❛ I can also smell how badly you want to have your way with me. ❜ Her voice lowers further, the seductive edge sharper, more dangerous. ❛ Especially like this——slick with blood and gore. ❜ The words hang heavy between them, charged with more than just lust. It’s a hunger that mirrors her own, and she knows it. She feels it. She needs him to give into his desire, so that she might feed her own.

❛ My only question is…❜ she murmurs, her voice a sultry challenge, ❛ what’s stopping you? ❜ Her glowing eyes lock onto his, the smirk on her lips widening. She can see the conflict in him——she can almost taste it. And gods, she wants to taste it. Every fiber of her being aches for that first intoxicating sip of his life, just enough to dull the gnawing hunger that’s been eating away at her insides for weeks now.

❛ I think I’ve made it clear, ❜ she continues, her voice a seductive whisper, ❛ I have no intentions of killing you. ❜ Not yet. Her smirk sharpens at the thought. ❛ I need you. ❜ The intensity in her gaze deepens, a flicker of desperation behind her glowing eyes that she knows he can’t quite place. She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispers, ❛ You’re going to let a small matter of fiendish biology keep you from taking what you want? ❜

Her voice is silk and venom, daring him, tempting him. She pulls back just enough to meet his eyes again, her lips still dangerously close to his. Her body is taut with need, with the unbearable weight of the hunger clawing at her from the inside. It takes everything in her not to simply tear into him and devour what she craves, to strip him bare and take everything. But she needs him to take the bait. Just a taste. Just a piece of his delicious soul, enough to dull the razor-sharp edge of her addiction. She can feel her control slipping, can feel the hunger gnawing at her, but she holds herself steady, waiting for him to make the next move.

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Same as it Never Was

Thought I’d give drawing these sad old men a go. Rip

[sunnibits]

the house of hope quest is honestly so fucking funny when you think about it. you break into this guys house, steal his shit, fuck his bitch, make fun of him for being bad at sex, and then you just fucking kill him. raphael’s no good very bad day.

[forgetful-nerd]

Leo is at least 90% of Raph’s impulse control.

Leo just grabs him out of instinct at this point.

[kathaynesart]

BABY HEIST!

BEGINNING || PREVIOUS || NEXT MASTER POST

I'm sick as a dog, but at least it gave me the time to stay home and finish this update! This special though is definitely going to be lasting through into the new year, but I figure I would rather take the time to see it to completion rather than try to stuff it into some arbitrary date. It was so fun finally getting to do Casey Sr and Raph though. I wanted to give these two some time to shine since we see so little of them in Replica.

MOTHEROOD/CASEY TED TALK TIME UNDER THE CUT

I will admit... I've never been a big fan of the dumpster baby scenario for Casey Jr. It's not a bad scenario at all! Plenty of amazing stories have used it and it certainly embraces the "found family" theme of TMNT. It just always seemed a little unrealistic given the harsh state of the world (or at least as unrealistic as you can get in a story about brain aliens and mutant turtles haha). It's certainly an easier and simpler setup (removes the dad out of the picture for sure) but I wonder sometimes if this choice of origin story gets picked a lot simply because it's difficult to envision Cassandra going through pregnancy and typical motherhood willingly. However, if that's the core reason, I feel as if that does her character a great disservice!

After re-watching a few episodes with her, it's shocking the amount of depth of character Cassandra has (even compared to some in the main cast). I love her because while she's a passionate woman who makes mistakes, she's also extremely introspective and sensitive (something we see a great deal in the Brownie episode).

While I have never been a mother myself, a good number of my closest friends have been. Some of whom I could have NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS seen becoming mothers. Yet those people end up becoming some of the most amazing moms I've ever seen. Being a mom changes you, both physically and mentally in a way that I think gets glossed over in general storytelling. While I can't necessarily show that change much in Replica, I can at least give a nod to the fact that Cassandra, for all her flaws, is an amazing woman who I think would be an awesome mom! Thank you as always for your support!

[albaharu]

bg3 the princess bride au ⚔️ no idea who vizzini would be

[sweeneydino]

Moop.

[heph]

Unstoppable Force VS Immovable Object

[tizeline]

Well. Every tmnt artist has to turn them into humans eventually, I suppose.

Sorry for not posting a ton lately, I have been................. playing fire emblem three houses.............. busy............ Also I've been feeling a little burned out on art, admitedly. Don't worry, it's very much temporary! Last month was just pretty high tempo for me, expecially with the Cell Talk comic, so I just needed to take a short break from drawing to also play fire emblem but I'm getting back into an art-mood now! I decided to draw humanified turtles as a bit of a warm up basically, I've been wanting to do it for quite some time so it was just a fun little thing for me :]

Anyway, some thoughts about the designs-

A lot of people draw Leo as blonde, and I was fully intending to draw him blonde as well, but then I just wanted to see what he'd look like with brown hair instead and I just.... liked that a bit more, so he's a brunette now. Also he has dimples because of course he has dimples. And Mikey has freckles because OF COURSE he has freckles! And Donnie ALSO has freckles because he's my blorbo and I give all my blorbos freckles cuz they're neat. All of them have pretty small eyebrows except for Donnie because he fills them in with makeup. I thought for a while of how I would translate Leo's facial markings into his human design, and I ended up settling for birthmarks (also some red eyeliner cuz his face needs a bit of red on it)

[molinaesque]

Astarion: I think he likes us. Tav: I like him, too. But I'd never say it to his smarmy face. Raphael has a crush on Tav and tries real hard to act cool about it.

[cambion-companion]

Knot

Alright, it was put in my head that devils knot when mating/having sex. So...had to write this little ficlet.

Raphael x f!reader/Tav | SMUT | 18+ only

Scorching tension, the aching coil of your muscles as they stretched and clenched to accommodate him. Your fingers sought purchase, something to tether you to reality as ecstasy rocked with every thrust.

“Raphael.”  His name tasted like honey, burnt like whiskey upon your lips.  Your tongue felt leaden as he claimed your mouth, swallowing your pleading as he claimed you.

Amidst the haze and the heat, you noticed what a mess you were making of the cambion’s lush bed. “The sheets…”  You murmured, attempting to sit up and regain some semblance of control.

Your hair stirred in the rush of wind the sudden beat of his wings created, the leather appendages stretching wide as Raphael pushed you by the throat back against the mattress. “Are replaceable.” Raphael’s sharp claws dug against the tender flesh of your thigh as he dragged your body closer to him, drunk on the sensation of you so pliable and wet around him. He grinned down at you before a rumble of pleasure dragged from his throat. “So willing, little mouse.”  He leaned over, the skin of his wings turning the ambient firelight into a red haze. “Take all of me.”

Your eyes widened, feeling the flush of heat and heady lust his words aroused. Your body became taught as a bowstring seconds before the kill, his name spilling from your panting mouth, sweet to the taste.

Raphael fought to keep composure, failing spectacularly, burying himself deep within you, his sinful orisons of pleasure echoing your own cries. You felt his seed spill, the painful heat of it overshadowed by the pleasure as your body drank him in.

Your skin stung and broke as Raphael’s teeth pierced where your shoulder and neck joined, marking you as his own outside as well as within. He continued rutting into you, stretching you as the infernal knot took hold. You whined and he silenced you with his fingers pushing into your mouth.

Hellfire eyes found yours, your foreheads pressed together in a semblance of twisted intimacy as you nearly choked on his long digits. “Good, little one. Take me.”  

You wanted nothing more than to give in. To whatever end. Pain and pleasure mixed, your whines muffled around his fingers until he withdrew them only to replace the void with his lips and tongue. He was anchored inside, the languid thrusts of his hips sent spasms along your spine as Raphael pressed your legs down against your chest.

The two of you remained interlocked, twin flames made one, until Raphael was satisfied you’d been properly mated.  When he finally withdrew, he dragged a single nail down your chest to your navel, pressing almost until he drew blood over your womb. His tail flicked against your side as he gave you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. “You’re the image of sin, my dear.”  His palm flattened against your abdomen possessively. “Now, go clean yourself.  I will join you shortly for a thorough examination of your progress.”

[redkehlchen]

Look at all these turtles! 🐢

[isitdonproof]

TMNT 2003 | The Shredder Strikes (Part 2)

[bulbabutt]

Raphaella Meets His Match

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

getting on the same page

[lothbats9000]

aksdjflkjd Raph said this in season 4 and I laughed so hard at the idea of Donnie somehow managing to get offended by this even while in a completely different universe, and so then whatever this is was born pffffft your welcome?

Also here have some of the super early quick sketches :)

And have this little angry guy too cause why not heheh

[vforys]

so i. somewhat expanded my obey me pkmn AU