human motorcycles

(½)I am the first woman who ever motorcycled from the South of India to the North which is a total journey of 5453 kilometers. I have been riding my motor cycle since I was 16 years old but two years ago I decided to make this specific journey. Many people warned me it would be dangerous and they told me not to go. I knew it could be dangerous especially for a girl alone but my motivation was bigger than my fear.

I took a few Martial arts classes before I went and I made sure to carry a knife and pepper spray with me at all times. Luckily I never had to use it. It took me 10 days in total but when I finally arrived at my final destination I felt very little excitement. That was until my family and friends called me to congratulate me and that’s when I realized I had finished. The best part is that other girls are now also making this road trip all by themselves. I’m proud that I have finished but I’m even more proud of the fact that I have opened a door for others.

Killing Scott McCall (Reader X Scott)



Prompt Request:

Y/N shows up on her first day of school and tries to kill Scott cause she’s a hunter but before she kills him he tells her that he’s a true alpha and she stops. Maybe a little romance idk.

Character Request:

Girl named Jaymie, 5'5, green eyes, straight black hair, bisexual, 17, wears black combat boots/leather jacket/skinny jeans, (very badass lol), rides a motorcycle, human but fights really well, Hunter.


Everyone was turning heads when I arrived at Beacon Hills High School. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was the new girl, or because I rode a motorcycle to school while wearing all black.
Senior year of high school was going to be a breeze. My grades were always at an A+ average, I always made friends easily at a new school, and I’d have a little extra money from killing yet another alpha.

Scott McCall.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with werewolves. Not the yellow-eyed betas anyway. I did have a problem with blue-eyed betas and red-eyed alphas. Also known as killers. Murderers. Scott McCall was the next alpha on my list, just another killer. Today was the day I’d get it over with, and soon enough I would move on to another school.

“Hey, nice bike,” a voice from behind me said. I smiled, turning around to face the person I predicted it was. Scott.

“Thanks, just got it last month. My old one was trash.” I told him, taking off my helmet and running my hand through my hair.


I looked at him with confusion. “What?”

“Sorry,” he laughed, shaking his head. “You just have really pretty eyes.”

Isn’t that cute. A killer pretending to be a nice guy.

“Anyway, what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m Scott.”

“Jaymie…” I said, about to walk away. Then the perfect idea hit me. “Hey, do you mind showing me around the school? I’m new.”

Scott nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, I’d love to.”

We walked down each hall, talking and laughing, both of us missing our first class. Things were going well so far. I’d have him dead in no time.

“You’re really funny,” he said, looking at me. He totally had a crush on me. Cute.

I giggled. “Hey, don’t fall in love with me just yet.” We both laughed, but I stopped when we were next to an empty classroom. “Can we go in there?” I asked. “I wanna look around.”

Scott shrugged. “Yeah, why not.”

We walked into the empty classroom, and I closed the door behind me. Then I leaned in for a kiss. Scott leaned in for the kiss, only to be stabbed in the back with a Chinese ring dagger that I had up my sleeve. He fell to his knees, blood coming from his mouth. His eyes turned red. The color of a killers eyes.

“Wh..why are you doing this?” Scott pleaded, trying to pull the dagger out of his back.

I narrowed my eyes. “Because you’re a killer. How else would you have became an alpha?”

His eyes widened. “I’ve n-never killed anyone… I’m a true.. Alpha.”

For a moment I thought my heart stopped. A true alpha. My first love.. The first person I had ever loved was a true alpha. She was killed by a blue-eyed beta that wanted her power.. It’s the reason I got into the business of hunting. Now here I was, about to kill a true alpha.

“Oh my god..” I whispered. “I’m so sorry dude, I didn’t know.”

“Could you possibly.. Pull your d-dagger..”

“Yeah.. Sorry.. I forgot.”

I grabbed the dagger by its handle and pulled it out of Scott’s back. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped some of the blood off his face with the back of his hand. I was overcome with guilt.

“Can we start over?” I asked. It had been awhile since I made a friend. This seemed like a weird time to start being a normal teenager again, but I needed to.

“I don’t know. You kind of just tried to kill me,” Scott said, staring at me.

“Then let me make it up to you,” I offered, helping him up. “I think we could be friends. Or more. You’re kinda cute.“

i love how, super tiny shadow looking like a toddler on his human-sized motorcycle doesnt register as comical to the people who made shth and all the merch and stuff like. this is somehow cool to them


..more weird shit LOL yey speedpaint thing~

How do I creature-ify a motorcycle? There you go! ;’D This guy is based off my dad’s Kawasaki 600 KLR from ‘86.

I’ve actually been doodling these 'lil dudes everywhere ever since I got introduced to the world of riding thanks to the Polaris guys :’D wheeee! (Along with ATV critters and whatnot, maybe I’ll post some more powersports shit if I decide to color/paint some sketches up.) Never was interested in bike stuff before this internship, ha! I’ve seen some bike anthros around but never been a fan, probably because they’re usually way too human-like….motorcycles don’t resemble animals as much as something like an airplane does, so there is definitely a lot of “weird creature shit” potential that I personally think never really gets used :P

These are ridiculously fun to draw… only one leg in front, one in the back, and the two little arms help balance it when it’s not moving like a kickstand would. Yes, the wheels run in this form (legs can fold out of the way,) but these guys are shape-shifters and revert to full vehicle form if they want to really nyoom around xD

I was also playing with a machine eye that looks less like an animal’s (white, with an iris and a pupil) to keep more of the machine-ness, ha! (I often use the animal eyes in more cartoony stuff for expression but in reality, no eyes like that :U my sentient machines are fully mechanical, although their structure mimics a lot of biology.)

His name is Saké (somewhat of an inside joke xD) and his nickname is “Noisy Boy,” you hear this goddamn thing from a mile away, gotta love those old one-cylinders heheheheheh

I’m sorry everybody, as a brother and a friend I have let you down.
I have snapped at Osomatsu and now at Todomatsu as well. Perhaps this is my sign that it’s time to do some soul searching.

I have no idea where I’m going… but I’m going solo from @ask-timbermatsu for a bit since Totty also has control of the page and I don’t want him worrying about me.

I’m still taking ask but I’ll be on the open road.

@memematsu… I’m sorry.ASKS OPEN
  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Natalia Alianovna Romanova can singlehandedly take down a squad of armed men, has an expert knowledge of hacking, jumps on flying spacecraft from the ground like she's done it all her life, drives motorcycles, reads human behavior and understands it better than any of the Avengers, and is overall an extremely complex character with an intriguing story of beating 28 other girls in the Red Room and meeting Clint Barton to become the legendary Black Widow we know of, but Marvel still insists on no movie for her.

“You’re asking why I work so hard? If I don’t earn money then I will need to worry right away about how I’m going to eat tomorrow. Every motorcycle delivery man gives half of his pay away due to fees. Then this guy takes some money, and that guy takes some money. In the end nothing is left. Also, the number of unemployed people these days is increasing, so our footing is becoming smaller and smaller. Nevertheless, this job has a merit. We go around everywhere on our motorcycles. If people like us don’t have something to do we quickly become old.”

“What’s the thing you most wish for right now?”

“I want to buy a large motorcycle and travel around the country. I’ll be able to do it soon since I work so hard. Since I work so hard….”

“일을 열심히 하는 이유가 있냐고? 돈을 안 벌면 당장 내일 밥을 걱정해야 돼. 오토바이 타는 사람이 돈을 벌어봐야 절반은 수수료로 나가고 이 놈이 떼먹고 저 놈이 떼먹고 그러니 남는게 있나. 게다가 요즘 실업자도 늘어나서 우리가 설 자리가 더욱 적어졌지. 그래도 좋은 점도 있어. 오토바이 타고 돌아다니잖아. 우리 같은 사람들은 할 일 없으면 금방 늙거든.”
“지금 가장 소망하시는게 뭔가요?”
“오토바이 큰 거 사서 전국여행 해보고 싶어. 곧 이루어질거야. 열심히 일을 하니까. 내가 열심히 일을 하니까…”

Big Hero Six super short fan fiction GO!

Honey Lemon: “Gogo, your gear can basically turn you into a human motorcycle, correct?”

Gogo: “That’s one way of looking at it, sure.”

Honey Lemon: “Can… Can I ride you?”

A Smoother Ride

In reference to that Derek is Scott’s cursed motorcycle that can turn human AU I posted about yesterday @annoyinglycute and @fancythingsandgossamerwings: this is a test scene for how it would totally go… 

Derek crossed his arms over his stupid-tight leather jacket that framed his stupid-broad chest and god Stiles hated the stupid-sexy scowl and the stupid-masculine five o'clock shadow, ‘which how did a motorcycle turned human even have facial hair? Did he always have the stubble or did it like grow while he was zooming around town as Scott’s ride? Between Scott’s legs! Because his best bro-friend got to ride around with 'that’ vibrating and rubbing against his…'Goddamn stupid-lucky Scott..’ And stupid-frustrating hormones. Always surging up and being a distraction whenever Derek was playing at human instead of motorcycle and 'damn it,’ he was distracted again and 'why was Derek even glaring at him this time?’

Derek’s glare suddenly sharpened as his eyes narrowed at Stiles. 'Shit did I ask that last part out loud?’

With another impressive inhuman scowl, and who even taught Derek how to scowl? Less than a month ago he’d only been a motorcycle but now he’d mastered Huffing and Glaring 101. Right on cue, McMagicBike-turned-human Hale glared and huffed before speaking in that STUPID-God-Stiles-WANTS rumble that sounded too much like the engine roar when Scott revved him up in bike form, and 'Focus, Stiles.  He’s talking!' 

“I don’t see why you have to take that old Jeep everywhere. Its huge.  It’s clunky and old.  And..I’d be a much smoother ride…” Derek grumbled out in a stupid-cute pout-glare, a combination of expressions Stiles had previously considered impossible and 'Oh shit, did Derek just say ride him…' 

Stiles wanted to defend his Jeep’s honor, he really did.  It’s just… the image of Derek and thighs and Stiles and riding and…talking just wasn’t possible. He was too busy sputtering and coughing and struggling to remember the how-to’s of breathing while his hands waved about frantically trying I dispel the images his mind was conjuring. 

When he was finally able to draw a breath again he almost lost it to as his senses were overwhelmed with leather and engine oil and chrome smells as Derek shoved his stupid-sexy face and stupid-gorgeous eyes into Stiles narrowing field of view, looking stupidly-cute-and-worried as he shook Stiles and asked, “Stiles!? You’re making those sounds again. Does your engine need a tune up!?" 

Somewhere behind the looming 'Derek’ filling his vision, Stiles heard his traitorous, no-help-whatsoever best bro Scott, start to laugh and laugh and laugh.