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ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this

hoomans

animals

[netheritenugget]

Holy FUCK, this is an amazing tool.

[scrabbleknight]

Reblogging for my artist fellows.

[i-imade-a-thing]

Reblog this!

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ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this

hoomans

animals

[headspace-hotel]

Evil biology facts that fill me with Fear :)

hey, I heard y’all like evil biology facts like knowledge about horse blood types.

well! today I was researching alternative biochemistries extraterrestrial life could use and. man. I think Earth life is fucked up enough for me thanks

biological dark matter. WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BLOOD HAS DNA IN IT FROM NO KNOWN SOURCE. YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT COME BACK HERE

One specific cave that has been sealed for 5.5 million years and has developed an ecosystem completely dependent on chemosynthetic bacteria.

Was anybody going to tell me that bacteria have decided iron is yummy and are eating the Titanic, or was I supposed to just read that myself

Terrible Berry (yes, that’s what the genus name means). This whole thing is so fucked up. These scientists were testing whether radiation could be used to kill pathogens in food, so they dosed a tin of meat with enough radiation to kill any known living organism (as one does) but guess what, it still fucking spoiled because of THIS BASTARD FUCKER.

(seriously, why is it like this? WHY has a bacterium evolved to chill in radioactive waste like it’s a soothing Jacuzzi tub? What does it know that we don’t know?)

(ANSWERS. I WANT ANSWERS, YOU CHERNOBYL ASS BITCH.)

Cursed worm, which has no mouth or digestive system and depends entirely on five (5) different species of bacteria, which consume hydrogen sulfide, hydrogen monoxide, and carbon monoxide, for food. How do you, a worm, even...figure out how to do...all that?

Bone worms. At least they like their bones already dead. I still could have gone without knowing this was a thing.

“Oh, parasitic plant, that sounds c—WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING”

I am like half convinced this is made up. Seriously, bacteria grow their own electrical wires and we just let them?

[headspace-hotel]

To clarify

Evil (affectionate and admiring)

[uglymelon]

They took the unkillable bacterium and put a Disney song inside of it.

“In 2003, U.S. scientists demonstrated D. radiodurans could be used as a means of information storage that might survive a nuclear catastrophe. They translated the song "It's a Small World" into a series of DNA segments 150 base pairs long, inserted these into the bacteria, and were able to retrieve them without errors 100 bacterial generations later.”

[headspace-hotel]

*opens worldbuilding notebook* *takes further notes*

[tygermama]

if a hand kiss isn’t done with either reverent trembling and closed eyes or with a certain slow sensuality and direct ‘fuck me’ eye contact, you are wasting my time and everyone else’s

[findingfeather]

While I am a fan of both of these kinds, I feel like limiting all available variety of hand kisses to only these two is missing quite a lot. 

For instance: 

- “I was just holding your hand to convey sincerity and you said something I don’t have an immediate answer to, so I’m going to kiss your hand instead.” 

- “you’re only semi-lucid and are sort of reaching for my face and for various reasons I shouldn’t kiss YOUR face, but your hand is right here and I still need to convey affection”

- “your hand is the only part of you with only minor injuries and the doctor [healer, whatever] is right there and will get mad at me if I move you”

- “you were going to play-hit me but I’m actually much faster in the reflexes than you and also my catching your hand and kissing it is part of our game”

- “you just touched my face so your palm is right there” 

- “I’m extremely happy about something and this felt like the best spontaneous action, what am I, an expert on motivations?” 

- “this is YOUR hand, so it is particularly delightful to me” 

- “we were cuddling and holding hands and I felt like it” 

- “I was just struck by the overwhelming delight I feel at your existence and your hand was the most conveniently positioned thing to kiss in response to this thought process”

 … .to name but a few. 

[tuna-creates]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kanaya Maryam & Dirk Strider Characters: Dirk Strider, Kanaya Maryam, Auto-Responder | Lil Hal, a smattering of others mentioned Additional Tags: Not Epilogue Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship, Getting to Know Each Other, rose being rose, Hal being Hal, hes doing his best I swear Summary:

You had heard about Rose’s girlfriend; knew of her in the vaguest sense. You saw her face briefly in dream bubbles and in person when the meteor had crashed (quite literally) your game session. But after that? Too busy fighting a misogynistic lizard with anger issues to sit in a circle and introduce yourself to everyone else. And that was pretty okay at the time; until it wasn’t.

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Your name is Dirk. And you are awkward as shit around new people.

[wynnesdjfhsjfhskdjfhsk-deactiva]

*vampire voice* my love… how do i preheat the oven

[heavensickness]

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

for fans of the coffeeshop au, i present the concept of: 24 Hour Diner AU

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

most plot action happens around 4am. there is always something vaguely eldritch going on in the background, no matter the writer’s intentions. always.

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Therapist: Let's talk about your childhood

Sephiroth: *already climbing out window* No.

Therapist: Those aren't supposed to open, how-

Sephiroth: There’s too much to unpack there.

Therapist: I’m sure it’s-

Sephiroth: *leaving* Too much.

[tuna-creates]

Ya ever just start creating a fic because you want a character to get therapy and it develops into crossover because you know of only one good therapist between all your special interests??

Because wow Rung, you're gonna be put through so much chaos, and I'm not even sorry.

[tuna-creates]

I promised to share and four days later with no brain cells (Will Smith pose)

Rung had come to Gaia many months ago. He didn’t mean to, it just kinda… happened. He supposed this is what reincarnation did; throwing you randomly onto another world and/or into another dimension. It was a nice planet, all things considered. Gorgeous even. At least in other parts of the world. Midgar was, how could he put this, kinda shitty.

...

His current patient was an interesting case, to say the very least.

He had never given his name, so Rung had taken to calling him “The Apparition.” He just appeared one day, asked to begin therapy, and made Rung swear to keep this off any records. He never wore anything that didn’t cover his face, or at least just his eyes (Rung swore they glowed like overcharged optics under the heavy tinting of his glasses). The therapist had had stranger patients; this was easy.

My "not added yet but are my favorite things ever" phrases:

rung: I’ve literally done a psych eval on megatron nothing fazes me anymore

And

Oh, don't worry, my nervous breakdown is going to be much more blatant than this

Both courtesy of the lovely @magicalspacedragon

[tuna-creates]

Ya ever just start creating a fic because you want a character to get therapy and it develops into crossover because you know of only one good therapist between all your special interests??

Because wow Rung, you're gonna be put through so much chaos, and I'm not even sorry.

[tumultuoustuna]

ffvii/crisis core gang, “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”

Des I'm sorry this took longer then I thought 

On the bright side, woo! FF7 writing!

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“You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.” 

Zack looked at Genesis and gave his best expression of mock disdain. “How dare you? In my own house?”

The Red Commander’s brow rose. “Zack you jumped off a four-story building today.”

“He did,” Angeal said. He didn’t look up from his tablet as Zack squawked in disbelief.

“Really, both of you? I’m getting attacked on two fronts, this is unfair!” Zack slouched further into his chair, muttering about how Kunsel wouldn’t treat him like this. “Come on Sephy, help me out here.”

Sephiroth looked up to see the most pitiful puppy eyes; full of hope and pleading for mercy.

“It wasn’t the worst idea you’ve had, Zackary.” Pause. “But it was pretty fucking bad.” 

Zack groaned and opted to shove another sandwich into his mouth. Since apparently he was what he ate.

[tumultuoustuna]

"Please don't make me socialize," rodimus and magnus

I did Minimus instead of strictly Maggie, but it still counts. Also did humanformers.

— — —

“Please don’t make me socialize. Not today.”

Minimus tapped her foot impatiently. “You promised to do this months in advance, Rodimus, you can’t back out from this now.”

Rodimus winced. “I know, I know, but. Mims, please, you gotta understand that I can’t.”

The look on her face said she did not.

Rodimus groaned. “Mimsy, Mims, listen.” He fiddled with his hoodie string and twisted his mouth. “I’m just… not feeling okay right now, okay?”

Minimus tilted her head. “Is it… is it your ‘week of pain and suffering’?”

Oh thank god she caught on. “Yeah.”

“Ah.” Minimus pulled out her phone and quickly texted something before looking back up. “I rearranged my schedule for a night in.”

Rodimus blinked. “Wait what?”

“You’re not feeling well; no one deserves to be put through uncomfortable things on their period, Rodimus.”

“But you’re gonna drop hanging out with Megs and Ten just like that?”

She gave a nod. “Now, can I please come in? I can make dinner and help you get comfortable.”

That actually sounded… amazing. “Sure.”

And it really was a nice night.

(Rodimus spent the next three hours stuck to his hot water bottle and shoving ice cream into his mouth. Minimus complained about the inconsistencies in The X-Files. It was great.)

[tumultuoustuna]

drift, rodimus, and "my nightmares are usually about losing you" :3c

I know you wanted me to make this Sad™ Well fuck your agenda, I didn’t do it.  Jokes aside, thank you for the prompt Space!

Also I unapologetically put this in 2nd person; this is also Space and Destiny’s fault.

— — —

“Ya know, my nightmares are usually about losing you.”

Drift looked up from his data pad. “Hmm?”

You look at him with a soft smile. “Kinda sad, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Drift replied. “I was the same way after Crystal City.”

You cock your head at Drift.

“Why are they about me?”

“Hmm?”

“Your nightmares, why are they about me?”

You want to laugh at that. Why are you, of all bots, so scared about losing Drift? It’s like asking a speedster why they need to race, or a flyer why they must soar through the air. Not having adrift was like losing an arm. Or two. Quite possibly all your limbs, actually.

“If I lost you,” you start. “I don’t think I’d know what to do.” Other than feel numb, that is. “Like, having you by my side feels so…. Natural.”

Drift nodded. “I agree.”

“Losing you would just suck.”

Drift smiled at that. “Losing you would also suck.”

Your turn to smile. You beamed at Drift.

You didn’t explain too much else. These nightmares were something you lived with, and you were fine with that. You didn’t want Drift to know the extent of it all, not just yet. He didn’t need to know you woke up in the middle of the night, frightened beyond all belief, wanting to call Drift to make sure he wasn’t just gone. Again.

He’d figure it out, he always did. No one gave him enough credit for being able to do that. But you did. You always did.

[tumultuoustuna]

hotlock, 15 B)

15. Things you said with too many miles between us

I wanted to make this angsty but then it got sweet. Also if you squint you can see autistic Deadlock is back 

———

Hot Rod is positive at this point that he’s in love with Deadlock.

More than positive, really. Absolutely, positively, for fragging certain. Aggressively certain. Really he could go on with how certain he was. He didn’t really know when this happened though; was it after that time on Hothmore where Hot Rod rode on top of Deadlock to race out of a town that had declared them worthy of having their heads chopped off? Was it the time in a neutral bar when Rod had gotten fragging hiccups of all things and Deadlock was so drunk he fell off his seat from laughing? Or maybe it was when Deadlock had first said “See you again?”

Who knew. All Hot Rod could think to do now to deal with this revaluation was find Deadlock, run straight into his arms, and tell him ‘thank you for being you.’

But he couldn’t. He was stuck in the base. Under other circumstances, he would just sneak out. But Springer had put eyes on his door. So he sat on his berth. Longing.

Hot Rod vented slowly. “Deadlock…” He snorted. “Of all bots. Just had to make my life more interesting.”

He sighed, looking at the tiny port window that revealed the night sky of the planet they were on. A meteor flashed across the indigo sky. “If you were here… What would we talk about? Ooh, wait, my last stop at Ferigun was pretty interesting. You’d totally get a kick out of the way the folks I met communicated; it was sign language! They even started to teach me when I asked ‘bout it.” Hot Rod snickered. “We could totally use it and confuse everyone around us.”

Silence.

“I, uh. I know I’m speaking to the void here, but I want you to know, I love you. I don’t know how I can convey that from one planet to another by just talking. But I can only hope you feel it. I love you, you giant softie.”

(And Deadlock would never admit it, but he always swore he felt a warm presence whenever he felt overwhelmed by day-to-day Con life. He swore it felt like a hand was on his arm, his back, his hip, giving him a reassurance he didn’t want to admit to needing. He’d sigh to himself. And when he was alone, he’d thank Hot Rod. He’d speak into the void, hoping his fiery flower would feel the same comfort.)

[tuna-creates]

Ya ever just forget you post your art? Because that seems to be a running trend here.

Anyway, this is Erika Elva! My final fantasy vii oc who has gone through a Lot of changes since her conception in middle school. Needless to say, I adore her and hope to share more about her in the future

[tuna-creates]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII, Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Cloud Strife, this is mostly just genesis Additional Tags: Comfort, i guess, Not a lot but it's there, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slightly - Freeform, Vague Depiction of Violence, Found Family, kinda. sorta Summary:

One thing can be said about Genesis Rhapsidos: he burns. With power, with passion, with drama. Nonetheless, somethings burn for him more than others.

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A story chronicling Genesis burning his legacy into things