Stiffness human

A thing about humans that would freak out aliens. We get fat.

No, hear me out. Earth is so damn hazardous, that we evolved ridiculously overpowered energy storage. We can go without food for days, even weeks, because sometimes our ancestors had to. And now we’ve got plenty of food, but our energy storage system is still so overclocked that we can develop layers of fuel so thick it’s like armour.

Imagine all those stick-thin aliens being scared stiff because humans are so good at eating everything our bodies store ALL OF IT.

snuggle-kitten-bear  asked:

How about how would the first kiss he with each of the guys? How far would it go?

This question is so cute! Thank you so much for asking it!


Leonardo would likely be the one to instigate it. But he would not just dive in and steal a kiss from his crush. He would ask because he is a gentleman

After spending a good amount of time hanging out with each other, Leonardo had started developing a crush on his friend. He hid it at first to give him time to sort through and feel out the new sensation. Eventually, with his family’s support, he deemed it worth the risk to pursue his feelings.  

It happened late one night after Leo had walked his friend home from the lair. As always, Leo slipped into the apartment for a cup of tea, the special kind that tasted like sour green apples. They joked, laughed and chatted while they sipped their drinks. It was at the very end of the night that Leo asked. 

He had been standing by the window, his friend in front of him. His expression suddenly went serious and his bottom lip slipped under his teeth. If he didn’t ask now, it would keep him up until he finally built up the courage to do it.

“Can I…..kiss you?” He muttered, his face darkening with anxiety and embarrassment. His friend almost immediately smiled as if he/she had known that Leo was going to ask. The little human nodded and with a sweet smile pulled the turtle down to taste his lips. It was just a peck, but the two were soon diving in for more. 

The human had far more experience than Leo did, but he was quick to catch on. The makeout session only lasted until Leo’s phone vibrated in his pocket. Then, with reluctance, a glowing smile and a promise that they would continue where they left off, Leo left.

Donatello had never thought, at any point in his life someone would be attracted to him in a sexual way. Or in any way really. He was too different, too inhumane, too monstrous, too him. So, when one of the family friends, who he had been helping study for his/her chemistry test asked to kiss him, he thought it was a joke.

His face darkened in humiliation and he looked down at the keyboard where his fingers lay against the keys. The pain was instant and sharp. It coursed through his chest like the blood in his veins. In the midst of trying to convince himself that it was just a joke and he shouldn’t be so upset about it, he almost didn’t hear his friend call his name. 

The genius lifted his head, his eyes were a little watery but no tears had fallen, yet. The human set a hand on top of his to gain his full attention. Donnie flinched, but he did not pull away. The turtle noted how soft his/her skin was. 

In a hushed, soothing voice, his friend asked again, “can I kiss you?” Donnie searched and searched, but he could not find the sarcasm, the cruel intent, he could find no plausible evidence that his friend was trying to make a joke out of him. Golden eyes lifted to look at the human and for the first time in a long time, Donnie didn’t know what to do. Listen to his head or listen to his heart. 

His head told him to be careful. There was no way someone would want to kiss him just for the sake of kissing him. The human obviously wanted something from him. His heart, on the other hand, was telling him that it was worth the risk. He should take this chance while he had it. 

In the end, his heart won out. After he gave a stiff nod, the human slowly leaned in, slow enough that Donnie had a chance to change his mind. Then, ever so softly, their lips touched. And just like that, Donatello’s mind was cleared of all the noise and pain that tormented him daily. For once, there was peace. And there was no way that Donnie was going to let it go.

Raphael, being the impulsive creature that he is, would just dive in for it the first chance that he got. He and his friend would be working out together. The human had asked Raphael to help him/her lose the baby fat that he/she was holding and he had agreed, naturally. He was actually excited to have someone else to work out with other than his brothers. 

At first, they would meet every other day, then it turned into every day once the human was strong enough. It became so commonplace to have Raph’s friend around that Mikey would make an extra plate at dinner for him/her every night out of habit. 

After doing a few sets on the bench press, Raph sat on the side of the bench, taking a long swig of water. His friend, who had just finished his/her after workout stretches, approached him. The human took a swig of water from his/her water bottle as well and then told the turtle that he/she was going to go take a shower. Raphael didn’t respond, he just stared for a long moment. 

Golden eyes were drawn to the bead of sweat that was slowly making its way down the side of his friend’s face. The salty water drop took a curved turn and drew the turtle’s eyes to a set of plump pink lips. The human dipped his/her head to see what was wrong with him. Raphael took the opportunity and met his friend half way. 

The kiss was only one-sided for a split second before the human reciprocated. The human’s water bottle was dropped to the floor to allow for him/her to wrap his/her arms around Raph’s neck. The smaller being was pulled onto Raphael’s lap as the kiss was deepened. 

No one questioned why the two missed dinner, or why Raph’s friend walked with a bit of a limp the next day. They all knew the reason. Raphael got quite an ear full that night about the importance of safe sex from his father and eldest brother. He didn’t mind too much, it was totally worth it.

Michelangelo didn’t mean to do it, he really didn’t. He didn’t even know he did it until it was too late. 

He and his friend had been playing video games, Mortal Kombat XL to be exact. And like always, Mikey had been kicking his friend’s ass. No one was better at MK than Michelangelo. Everything had been normal until Mikey glanced over at his friend and he got stuck. No matter how hard he tried, he just could not look away from the human. 

The concentration on his/her face while he/she played was mesmerizing. So much so that the turtle didn’t realize or care that he was losing. To the shock and surprise of both of them, Mikey leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly against his friend’s cheek. He just couldn’t resist touching his/her soft, beautiful skin.

The air around then stilled and Mikey’s eyes went wide. He stumbled over an apology, but the words wouldn’t come out right. Eventually, he just stopped talking and looked down at the ground. He sighed in defeat and mumbled one more ‘sorry’ before glancing up at his friend to see the damage. He expected to see disgust, horror, or worse, but he saw none of that. He saw curiosity.

Before the turtle could prepare himself, he was being tackled back onto his shell. His friend pressed against him and forcefully pushed their lips together. 

They never finished that game. 

Jimin Scenario: To Hold You.

Request: Requests are open! Yaaay Can you write a vampire prince AU, where he have a human girl for a while now, & he took her to his “vampire palace” to get to know more of his vampire side, his family & what they do. With How surprise she’s of seeing him as a prince & royal. The plot could be how sweet he’s with her, & fearless with the others specially his enemy. You can add a fight scene if that helps. & you can end it as you wish. I just can’t take vampire prince jimin out of my hand after BS&T

Vampire AU.

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

-I’m not sure if this is right- you muttered as you opened the door for Jimin. You were ready to go, you had told your maid to brush your hair until it shone and then you had pinned half of it with a pretty broach Jimin had gifted you a few months ago. It was beautiful as it was antique, and you couldn’t think of a better occasion to wear it than to go to his place for the first time.

-Of course it is- he assured with a smile, dashing, was the only word you had to describe him. Jimin was beautiful beyond words, but that one seemed to adjust somewhat right. He had this odd shade of hair, blond, but with an ashy tone that with a certain amount of light looked lilac. -Everything is ready, unless you don’t want to go- he suggested softly. 

You did want to go, you died with curiosity to go to his place, that by the rumors it was something huge and out of the ordinary, everyone talked about it, the high palace by the hill, but not many people dared to go there.

-I want to- you affirmed and that made Jimin take your hand to pull you out of your house. The carriage was just in front of your street. You really liked it, it was luxurious but cozy on the inside, the two white horses that pulled from it made great contrast with the black material of the carriage itself. -I’m just a bit nervous-

-Nonsense Y/N- Jimin laughed helping you in after the driver opened the door for you and Jimin extended a hand for you to get in easily.

He was holding your hand as you rode there, but that didn’t make anything to your nerves. -So everyone is going to be there? Your parents? Your brothers? Friends?-

-Of course!- he chirped. -I gathered everyone for this special occasion-

-How thoughtful- you mused making him laugh. -And are they really ok with it? I mean won’t they want to… eat me?-

At that Jimin lost his smile, shaking head. -No one will ever do such thing, bringing a human isn’t perhaps the most common thing for us but- he kissed the back of your hand smiling a little again. -But I already spoke about it and there’s no turning back, I found you Y/N, I couldn’t ever let go of you-

You smiled at him this time. -We found each other-

-This way you can know more about me too, more about us, and that way you can be sure if you want… this, this kind of life- he finished with a sigh.

-I wish to know it all, but you can’t blame me to be nervous though- He chuckled amused with that. -I’m serious, are royal vampires as mean and ruthless as human monarchs?-

-They are- Jimin conceded enjoying your eyes going wide to then chuckle once more. -But not towards you, you are with me Y/N, everyone will treat you like they would if you were…- he laughed lightly like he was enjoying some secret joke and you hit him with your fan.

-Like what my lord?-

-Don’t call me that- he nagged but still with a laugh in his mouth. -Like my wife-

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The Changes You Can't See - a MikaYuu drabble

Yuu feels a little stupid he’s never noticed: Mika can’t sleep.

Naturally, he’d assume Mika would lay down in his room at night, because that’s what you do… when you’re human.

“You seriously never noticed?” Mika watches him incredulously.

Yuu scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “I never paid it much attention…”

That’s a pretty Yuu thing to do, Mika must decide. He takes the explanation without much more of a fight, sighing a little.

Yuu can hear the ‘incredible" in that tiny puff of air.

He steps next to Mika, leaning against the shabby house wall, and looks out the starry night sky like Mika does. “How does it feel not being able to sleep?” Yuu asks in innocent curiosity.

Mika doesn’t answer. Yuu can feel him becoming stiff.

“… Not human,” He spits the words reluctantly.

Yuu huffs. The answer doesn’t please him, and silence is all that passes between them for a moment.

He thinks it must be lonely… to stand out here every night on his own– like the nights when Yuu would cry as a child. So loudly, apparently, that a soldier would snitch him to Guren and make him check on Yuu.

He wonders, did Mika cry too? Did he cry alone in a room, not getting the image of his family dying out of his head?

Did he have a Guren who came to check on him? Someone who stayed until he fell asleep?

“I can’t sleep,” Yuu lies, the words coming out of nowhere.

He turns to look at Mika, his face as innocent as ever. “Will you stay with me?”

Mika’s eyes grow wide. “You want me to stay with you in your room?”

“I want you to stay with me in my bed.”

Mika blushes. Even in the lacking light, Yuu can see it - feel it - more likely.

He lifts his hand to touch Mika’s cheek, the skin hot, stroking over his cheekbone with his thumb. “Will you?”


Mika glances to the side.

“I guess.”


You’d think it’d be awkward to share a bed, but somehow… both seem to know exactly what to do.

Yuu faces the wall, laying on his side, and Mika casually places an arm around him from behind.

“This feels like something we’d do as children…” Mika mumbles, his voice full of warmth. He’s so close, his breath spills into Yuu’s hair, disturbing it.

Mika adds, “When you were still a crybaby.”

“I wasn’t a crybaby,” Yuu grumbles in protest. The tips of his ears feel hot.

“You were. You’d think I didn’t see with your back turned to me, but I did.”

Yuu grows silent. His brain is slowly connecting the puzzle pieces. “… Is that why you’d come lie next to me?”


There’s a smile in Mika’s voice.

Yuu’s ears grow hotter, and Mika presses a kiss to the back of Yuu’s head.

They don’t say anything for a while. There’s only the sound of them breathing and the beat of their hearts.

“Thank you,” Yuu mumbles eventually.

Mika’s presence always had something soothing. It felt like he wanted to be around Yuu, and Yuu wanted the same. It’s almost like they sought comfort in each other - back then - as they do now.

Mika mumbles back, “I have to thank /you./”

He shuffles closer, holding Yuu a little tighter, like he’s preparing himself to join Yuu in sleep.

Yuu forgets quickly that it’s something that Mika can’t do.

And never will.

It is astounding to me, and achingly sad, that with eighty thousand people on the waiting list for donated hearts and livers and kidneys, with sixteen a day dying there on that list, that more then half of the people in the position H’s family was in will say no, will choose to burn those organs or let them rot. We abide the surgeon’s scalpel to save our own lives, out loved ones’ lives, but not to save a stranger’s life. H has no heart, but heartless is the last thing you’d call her.
—  Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers


  1. The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss [x]
    I started reading The Name of the Wind in 2014, but I only finished it at the beginning of 2015. It wasn’t because I wasn’t enjoying it, it was the very opposite of it: I was loving it so much I didn’t want it to end. The writing style is so beautiful it makes you wanna keep reading it forever. I’m planning on reading the sequel, The Wise’s Man Fear, in 2016 and I know I’ll make everything for it to last forever.
  2. Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton [x]
    I always loved the Jurassic Park movies, and I knew it was a book, but I never care enough to read it - until the new movie was coming out, and I was totally pumped about it and we, Brazilians, got a totally stunning edition of the book. I bought it, I read it and I loved every second of it. I can’t wait to read its sequel as well.
  3. All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr [x]
    I got this for my birthday this year and @violinwaist told me to read it. It was one of the best books I’ve ever read. The story is heavy but told with such a delicacy you don’t even mind when it rips your heart out. 
  4. Dark Places by Gillian Flynn [x]
    That might be funny but everytime I felt like no reading at all, or when I was hating everything, Gillian Flynn and her books were the ones that made me feel better again - I read her three books, and her novella (The Grownup), this year. I could put any of them or all of them in this list. I saved Sharp Objects, the only one I haven’t read by November, to the very end because I knew it would make everything better. But Dark Places was the one that fell closest to my heart. I love the dark sometimes even supernatural feel it has, I love the end, I love Libby with all her flaws and I love Lyle so much. 
  5. Burial Rites by Hannah Kent [x]
    Gina told me to read this (do you guys remember her? The loviest person alive? Her blog was paygeturner) last year I think. Or at the very beginning of this year. I was procrastinating reading it because I feel like I would enjoy it so much more if I read it in a physical copy. Now, at the end of the year, I decided to give it a shot and Burial Rites was the last book I’ve read. The writing is so beautiful and poetic, the main character, Agnes, is so fantastic and interesting. And it’s a quick read - if you start now you’ll probably finish it before midnight! The Goodreads says it was inspired by a true story, but it was more than that. The author, Hannah Kent, did a full and deep research about Agnes, she uses true letters at the beginning of the chapters, most of the names are real, the places she mentions still exist. I don’t have words to describe how much I fell in love with this book.
  6. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach [x]
    I love non-fiction books. I love books and essays about cadavers, serial killers, anatomy and everything in between. This book was a blast! Yes, Roach talks about cadaver and about lots of awful and disgusting things that happens to them, some experiments and such, but she does all that with humour and inserting fun facts here and there. I’ve learnt so much by reading this book and I couldn’t stop talking about it while I was reading it - my mother hated me for that, because I kept talking about how much someone can eat before the stomach explodes during dinner, and how some people tried making head implants (that was so horrifying).
  7. You’re Never Weird on the Internet (Almost) by Felicia Day [x]
    I love Felicia Day, that was made me pick up her book to read, and I was so glad I did. It’s not that common to find memoir by someone like Felicia, someone who’s just like us nerds, who grew up on a computer, playing games and finding their best friends online. When I was growing up it the computer was starting to be something everybody could have, and when my parents bought us one I would spend hours playing on it. When the internet came, I would spend hours in forums and online games and taking to people - I still do that for the most part of my life. And it’s great to read someone you admire talking about it, and about the anxiety and depression. 
  8. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell [x]
    Everybody knows I love Rainbow Rowell, and most of you know I’m actually rereading Carry On right now. There’s something about her writing that it feels like going home after a long time, and Carry On having that Harry Potter feel to it makes it even more intense. The World of Mages felt like something I knew all my life, and it helped that we already knew and loved Simon and Baz. 
  9. The Diviners by Libba Bray [x]
    I started reading this book in 2013, I think, but I put it down after a few chapters - again because I felt I would enjoy it more if I was reading it on a physical copy. But this year I got tired of waiting the day I’d be able to buy one and started reading my e-book of it, and I just couldn’t stop reading it. The writing is addicting and everything is so intense, you’re always wanting to know what’s going to happen. (But it didn’t scare me, which made me sad.)
  10. The Bookshop Book by Jen Campbell [x]
    What’s better than a book that talks about books and bookshops and people that are passionate about books?? Nothing, I can tell you that. This book made me feel so emotional (I swear, I cried so much reading it and there’s nothing sad about it, but I just couldn’t stop). I loved reading about people’s experiences with books, and how they fell in love with it. At the end, I eve sent Jen Campbell an e-mail thanking her and she was the sweetest!

bossgiovanni-archive  asked:

Do you take pictures of you feline studies or is it from recent memory? I always found it painfully difficult to study animals without taking a picture but with a picture, you lose that special dose of life I can't explain. It's not the same from when I was in art school, drawing a very still human model.

Stiffness can be a huge problem when drawing solely from a photo! I definitely agree that it’s easy to lose that “life”. I’ll use this question as an opportunity to talk a little bit about this subject if that’s alright!

The problem of course arises that 1) animals don’t stay still unless they’re asleep 2) even when drawing a live human model, poses tend to be something static that’s easy to keep for a period of time. So capturing motion and life can be hard. 

I always have plenty of reference material to draw on for inspiration and the like, but in general I’ve found working attentively from a single photo will kill the life from my pieces. (It is possible though, so if you’re a client who could only provide one photo of your animal it’s okay! Just not preferable.) For example, for the recent study I did here the client had two photos they liked pose wise, but close to 100 photos on their tumblr for me to browse to capture light, expression, personality, motion, gesture, and the like. 

So I have multiple suggestions, all things that help me immensely:
1) Really learn the anatomy, bone and muscle structure, of whatever subject you’re drawing. This way, you can always add flair from your imagination and can easily fill in blanks if working from a blurry video or set of photos. Which brings me to the next tip;
2) Take videos of the animal/subject. Even just low quality phone videos are fine, after all if you’re working mostly from memory and just using them as a jumping off point you can fill in the blanks! Or;
3) Take a series of photos. That way you can follow through the motion your subject is making. When I’m taking reference photos of my animals, I’m always taking as many as possible. I find a gesture I like, usually somewhere in between a few photos, and fill in the blanks. Understanding the overall motion is what will bring your drawings to life, I’ve found
4) Do lots of quick gesture studies from life. I’ve found generally, the bigger database of fluid poses in your memory the easier it is to pull life into drawings.
5) Study cartooning, especially line of action concepts. I know that may seem unrelated, but having a clear line of action and fluid motion through your pieces goes a LONG way!

I really hope this was helpful for you, good luck!


Steven Universe - Werewolf/Greaser Pack AU


Here’s what I’ve been working on for the past 2 days- An AU for SU, but instead of Gems, we have Werewolves! Better yet, Greaser-styled Werewolves!

I want to turn this AU into a project, like have comics, screen redraws, etc. The question now is if anyone will read em?

If any of you want more details about this AU, just shoot me an ask and I’ll gladly answer them!

Special facts about each character under the cut!

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Last Resort


Midnight silence. Or perhaps only as silent as a forest like the Greenwood could become. Bats and moths fluttered about, small rodents scurried over the leaf-litter. The air was stiff, musky. A human may have found themselves coughing in it, but to the Elves that lived here, it was the perfume-scent of home.

Hithfaeril had been searching for weeks. This had to be the house of the Sorcerer, if he was not just a myth as she was beginning to believe. The guard had been to many abandoned homes within the Woods, they were covered in silken webs. By comparison, this place seemed to be lived in. Taking a chance, she knocked on the door, a hand cautious upon her sword hilt. 

Few lucky rays of glittering moonlight pushed through the forest canopy above to hit the land below. Illuminated by this dim flicker, the pallid elf appeared spectral. Long black hair framed a face as white as snow. She was beautiful, if one could see past the dark, unsettling aura that surrounded her. Beneath her eyes were dark, bruised bags, highlighted by blue veins that were visible underneath her skin. Her tunic was laced tightly to her neck in what looked to be an attempt to hide the bruises that coiled around it.

She could not last much longer in this state. This had to be the sorcerer’s home.

In Morning

Parts: Dying Rights, Lullabye, In Morning, Dry Drown


His human was beautiful.

Alfred knew now, for certain, that his human was a very attractive specimen. His muscles were firm and his eyes sparkled like the sea and although he might not be able to pass as a merman he was, still, a very fine catch.

Tracking him had been easy enough. The magic that bound the two of them together always pulled at Alfred, coaxing him in the human’s direction gently with a reminder of where his most cherished magic had gone. The others in his pod knew better than to question his decision, not out of respect but out of etiquette. Anyone who gave up their gift never did so easily, but there was always a reason deep down inside of them, whether they could explain it or not.

And so he left them in order to follow after the creature he had kissed. And he was beyond glad that he had.

To anyone else, he appeared a dolphin, but were someone clever they might notice that the local pods avoided him as best they could. He hadn’t befriended them yet and he lurked the shores like an anxious predator; he couldn’t blame them for their caution.

Beyond the shore, his human sensed him.

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Monster High Figurine Collection Booklet -  Issue number 20 : Operetta (Part 3 : Middle picture + quick translation of the diary entry)

Rock ‘n’ Roller skates

Hey Fynn! Wait til ya’ll hear what I just did : I joined a sport team! Yeah this diva is done with her solo career… at least when it comes to the Skullimate Roller Maze. I wasn’t really into it at first but some pretentious gargoyles said ghouls couldn’t join the SKRM, and ya’ll know I couldn’t let them insult us and do nothing about it. I put on my skates and started to show ‘em that a ghoul can play just as well as any manster. When I calmed down, I started to really enjoy playing with my teammates. In fact, you can win SKRM if you hog the spotlight - you need to trust your team to succeed. It was hard on my ego at first before I realized that, but thankfully my teammates are the best ghouls I’ve ever met. We have a legend on our team called Robecca Steam. She’s a bit stiff on human relations but when she gets herself steamed up for a race, she’s absolutely unbeatable. As for Rochelle Goyle, she may be as sweet as an olive-coffin cupcaken but put her on the track and her moves are impressive. I learn a lot from these two ghouls - we even rehearsed a mad double move that sends Robecca through the defense like a rocket. Nobody’s figured out how to stop her yet. I might be a diva but I think I can still play with a team, especially one that is as darn fun as this one!