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Gemini bored: There’s a simple explanation. Leo dislikes draining women. He rarely does.

Aries: This is true. Leo, you prefer to feed from men and animals. 

Leo smiles: Perhaps. But not in this case. The new arrival has bad memories. So many, many bad memories to choose from despite being so young. It was...delicious. But as soon as I tried to absorb them and drain her…I felt a block go up. A barrier. 

Aries scratches his neck.

Aries: Some of them have small protective powers. You know this. It can throw your feeding off-

Leo: No. It was much stronger than a protective power. I may be young, but I’m strong enough to get past puny human powers. This was different, Aries. This was a mighty barrier and as soon I increased my energy to destroy her- I was cut off. I was only able to make her faint. FAINT. Nothing more.

Gemini wraps her hands viciously around her feed’s neck, he lets out a painful squeal.

Gemini: That can’t be. You must have not obtained her permission to feed-

Leo irritated: Do you think I’m a toddler, Gemini? Not ask her permission? Of course I obtained permission, I’m not a newborn.  I’m telling you, I was powerless to get anything but the smallest energy from her, not enough to feed an infantShe wears no protective rings or ornaments, I should have been able to kill her within seconds. Anyway, I then tried to erase myself from her mind. She remembered me within moments when she came to. But I haven’t told you the most disturbing part.

Aries: There’s more? All of this is already very…unusual. I’m certain-

Leo interrupts: She can see the serpent.

gay-but-not-for-pay  asked:

Ok so??? I really like ur teen angus drawing but also you reminded me that???????? Humans age differently than elves??? And it’s like almost 3 am and now I’m thinking about the worlds best detectives mortality please send help. Also I’m sorry if I’m bothering you!!!!

elves live to be several hundred years old, assuming taako doesn’t already have a few centuries under his belt (not counting the stolen century) angus mcdonald will age and die before taako does

The ramble about bird!Dirk’s wings in The Price for Fire that literally no one asked for

but i’m up hours before my alarm and i’m having Feelings™, so here have some word vomit anyway sorry if i make you cry

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Hear ye hear ye Reylo’s and Anti-Reylo’s,

I bringith you all hither for a reminder that Star Wars is simply fiction. None of us has’t seen The Last of Thou Jedi so alloweth discontinue the unnecessary rudeness we spread to one another. Each side saw something different in The Force Doth Awakens, and there is nothing wrong with that.. we are simply humans, we interpret things differently, let us all move on. Something we all has’t in common is the fact that we love Star Wars, let thee celebrate that not argue and putteth each other down for it.

Sincerely me,

Loveth to all y’all , beest nice.❤️🙌🏼🖋

*insert-ith virtual-ith group-ith hug-ith*

Please,

Stop glorifying this idea that if someone does not agree with you, or engage in your SJW fanfic Utopia, that they are somehow oppressing you personally.

Stop glorifying this Us vs. Them mentality. We are all human, with different thoughts and experiences. If someone doesn’t engage in yours, then shut the fuck up, accept it, and move on.

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((“Either Ai’s or Carolyn’s,” Damian admits, smacking his lips a little. “I can’t tell the difference. Human food.”

[[Nick nods seriously, keeping a healthy distance between himself and Damian, and also his own pie-covered hand. “No blood pies for you?” he says, mock disapproving.  “How inconsiderate.”

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Humans and aliens in relationships

In this world where humans are Space Orcs™, Capable of Anything, Afraid-of-Nothing…

Imagine the alien actually having a relationship with a human. First, their friends are so curious and awed and thinks their friend is brave for getting involved with a human.

Second, they are too, at first, until they realize humans are not one particular species that all do the same, but that the specific human they are building a relationship with is pretty cool. Their mind boggles when they realize this, as this would mean that no human can be the same, that they all have different upbringing, likes and dislikes, everything infinitely complex. They finally figure that they, while understanding all of humanity might be impossible, they at least can try understand the one in front of them.

“Hey, C’Lom” the human says as it snaps its fingers in front of their eye-stalks. “Are you still with me?”

“Yes,” they say, “apologies, I was, as you might call it, lost in thought.”

The human stretches its neck muscles to one side, keeping its weird, big eyes on them. It’s very observant, but in a concerned way, like it wants to find out what it can do to make things better.

“Penny for your thoughts?” It says, eating another fried something from the container in front of it.

C’Lom bows their head a bit. Humans and their weird expressions. They ponder a while on how to best use the English language to express such abstract things. The dark room around them is only lit by a few night lights, the mess hall silent for another half hour before everyone starts their shifts. C’Lom had just woken up early and found their crew mate, and learned that it couldn’t sleep. They had started talking in hushed voices and now it was almost morning. Not that the time mattered on a spaceship anyway.

“The vastness of you amazes me,” they finally settled on, watching the humans expression as it took another bite.

The human swallowed, nodding.

“Likewise,” it said, and smiled a smile that made the whole room seem brighter.

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I also can’t help but imagine the sex. Like, the alien might not know that humans procreate in any special way because they have never heard of it. They don’t really know anything about different sexes either because not all aliens has those, or they might have moved past it so that it isn’t part of their culture anymore, or something. TLDR, sex isn’t a thing this alien knows about, and even less human sex.

And after a while they are in a relationship and they want to make their human feel good, for their birthday or something. So they ask another human, and this human, after the shock dies down, start asking what kind of relationship they are having. Are they just friends? Are they lovers? Do they meet other people or are they exclusive? Have they kissed? Are they going to have a family?

The alien is so confused and preoccupied they don’t get a present for the human at all, they just sits around and stares vacantly until the human flat out ask them what’s wrong. The alien tells it and the human is making a facial expression where it’s both concerned and amused at the same time.

“Yeah, Dana has very strict ideas on what a relationship should be like. I don’t think that such definitions are as important as long as we are happy together.”

“Do I make you happy?”

The human smiled and traced C’Loms face with its eyes.

“Yes, you make me very happy.”

Maybe their relationship turns physical after this conversation, and C’Lom learns that the Strong, Capable Human™ can turn into putty if you know where to touch them.

Aaand maybe the alien does have tentacles or something similar and maybe they aren’t compatible enough to make babies but they might not want that anyway, and maybe they can adopt?

Anyway, this were just some things on my mind ;)

Anonymous said:
I know you’ve shown how you draw faces from different angles very briefly before, but I was wondering if you’d ever go more in depth? For example, I always struggle with drawing the eyes at a ¾ angle…
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Ok, I get this question so many times that I decided to do something about it. I’ve already made a tutorial about drawing eyes and tbh it should help with drawing eyes from any angle, the tricky part is to understand the human face, its anatomy. If you see the face/head as a three dimentional object you’ll be able to draw it, I can’t say it enough, 3D thinking is important. Also, references are important, drawing from life is important because then you have a 3D model of the head right in a front of you. All you need to do is observe and understand.

ok, so we have ingrained expectations for how big any certain thing should be. like, a tree should be taller than me, insects should be smaller than this (holds hands a few inches apart). so finding a bonsai, an unusually small tree, or a tarantula, shakes those expectations. this picture kinda shows it. most people wouldn’t really expect a bird’s foot to be so large, and its jarring to see it is.

so imagine this ‘jarring’ feeling taken over to an alien world, or an alien to our world. oh! i’ve never seen invertebrates so small! is this their normal size? are they babies? and then the human explains, that nope, most bugs don’t get much bigger.

and maybe even us humans also. our furniture is built to scale for our bodies, their analogous furniture is to scale for their bodies; communicating through video, no one thought anything of it. then we show up and we’re like, 3 times their height and its like, whoa, thought you were taller. a lot of things imagine aliens as being conveniently human-sized and like, what if you’ve got a 3-meter tall Captain which limits what ships you can be assigned to. your coworker is 10 inches tall, so you have to install auxiliary steps and ladders everywhere so they can navigate independently. or or! huge aliens going with the ’humans are cute’ idea build shelves or tunnels along the walls so we can walk around like cats, and they kinda coo over us climbing so high up and back down and thats how we get around their ships

Humans are Weird: Genetic Diversity

What if aliens have very little genetic diversity and they all look the same and then they meet humans. Where we can look extremely different, have extremely different personalities. 

Alien Scientist, S’chern, was quite young for her age; she was barely 21 sols on her marine home planet. But the job was a new position and it came with proper accommodations. S’chern she was among the first Sapienologists in the universe and was tasked with discovering how humans worked. 

Humans, as they called themselves, were eyed warily by most of the galaxy. They had all heard the stories about their ferocity and endurance. Unless you were amongst the few exploring the uncolonized space, aliens didn’t interact with humans much. 

There were treaties and laws and visas, as the humans called them, allowing interplanetary travel, but very few took up on the offer. Younglings just barely out of their last metamorphosis, sporting shiny black shells,  would dare each other to go to Earth. Most would chicken out just as they were about to board the shuttle, refund their ticket, and walk back ashamed. Some, however, were daring enough to go through with it. 

Most of the travelers on the shuttle-pod to earth were explorers looking to hire humans for their crew. They were clad in bulky, gleaming red carapaces, indicating their command status. They were usually accompanied by soldiers who never left their side. 

The final group on the shuttle were scientists. Eager to study the planet and the humans and all forms of life. Unlike the recruiters, who stared stoically straight ahead, or the dared who whispered with another excitedly, S’chern reviewed her notes on humans. 

Reports varied with contradictions that seemed impossible. Captain Kirnik explorer of the frontier reported his humans as determined, capable, and surprisingly ruthless. 

Others said their humans were lazy, and bonded with all life forms, refusing to leave crew-mates behind. 

S’chern resolved to talk about the inconsistencies between reports to determine who was correct. 

After instructions were announced, passengers were placed into cryogenic sleep and were instructed they would be awoken on entry to the human’s solar system. 

Upon entering the solar system, S’chern retrieved her recording cube from its storage and examined it to make sure it was in working order. The others were still stirring from sleep. 

They arrived on Earth two hours after entry and the passengers were ushered off the shuttle. Despite the promises of a quiet entrance, a veritable sea of humans flooded the exit. They carried devices flashing lights that agitated their eyes and she hissed. Instead of discouraging them, it only seemed to make them want to take more pictures. And Hurried whispers ensued containing fragments of English she couldn’t understand. 

The humans wore colors of many types on their hair: Brown, Black, and even Red. S’chern had been told it was a human custom to change their hair color unnaturally. It seemed to be a common thing now. There were the reported pinks and blues, but mostly the aforementioned colors. 

They scattered by quickly into a quieter room that was mostly human free. There was a young human there with shiny black hair and her teeth were bared unnaturally the whole time. 

“It’s called a smile,” One of the more experienced recruiters whispered to her,  seeing S’chern’s horrified look, “It means they’re friendly.” 
She nodded wondering what creature bared their teeth to show friendliness. 

As she was a Sapienologist, S'chern was taken into a chamber where she would meet with a human scientist. There were a few preliminary questions, that she answered in halting English. 

“Greetings,” A human spoke in a mutilation of her original language, “I am Bill." 

"Hello human-Bill,” S'chern bowed her head in an indication of respect, “ I am S'chern." 
human Bill’s features were much different than the human with the terrifying ‘smile’ who had welcomed them. 

"Have you altered your features,” S'chern asked. 

“What?” Human-Bill seemed confused, “No,”
“But you look different from the other human,” S'chern said. 

“Goodness wait until they see dogs,” he remarked to no one in particular. 

“Dogs?” S'chern questioned, “Are these the canine companions you call pets?" 

"Yes. And to answer your earlier question, humans can look quite different. Different hair and eye color, as well as many other features, can vary.” He paused, “I take it your…species has little genetic variation." 

"No,” S'chern clicked her pincers, “ We shed our shells when we reach maturity and change them once more when we are around fifty Sols." 

"Interesting,” The human jotted something down on a device. 

“Now, for curiosities sake, let me show you some dogs." 
After typing something on the device he flipped it around to show an average canine. 

"That is a husky, a breed of dog.” He said. He then typed in something and showed another furred mammal significantly smaller. 

“That is also a dog,’ He said. 

"But they are so different; this has short fur and is much smaller. The other one was huge and had long fur.” S'chern was baffled. How could they both be the same species? 

Perhaps the differing opinions were right, the humans could be both. But How could you expect different ones to react in the same situation?  

After a few more dog identification games, S'chern just gave up. How could they hope to classify humans if they varied this much?  Humans were most definitely weird.