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Biker boys and horse girls are the same genre of people and if anyone reblogs I’ll elaborate

Don’t ask why I’ve been drawing stuff as random as this but I am absolutely obsessed with kite cycles and bikers and I rlly hope I can get a bf who had a bike cuz they awesome. This took me FOREVER and I am rlly proud of myself bc I can never draw things that are semi-realistic. I surprisingly only learned to draw bikes yesterday from a Pinterest pic so this is only like my 3rd or 4th drawing I’ve done. It started with jus the bike and then I decided i wanted to add more.

Nights are for going to rides.

映画感想文（ミッション・インポッシブル２）

映画感想文（ミッション・インポッシブル２）

今回、僕が見たWorkは、「ミッション・インポッシブル２」でした。Supervisionは、ジョン・ウーです。This Time、映画「ミッション・インポッシブル２」をみて僕が思ったのは、「コロナウイルスも実は、人工で作られたものではないのか？。」と思いました。今回、見た映画は僕にとってDiscoverがありました。これは、どういうことかというと、Newコロナウイルスのパンデミックが起きた頃は、中国が作った生物兵器ではないか？。といううわさがありました。そして、今でもそうBelieveする人は、少なからずいるみたいです。医療従事者のなかにも、コロナは、Naturalのものではなく、人工的に作られたものだとInsistするひともいるみたいなので、あくまで、確定事項ではなくRumorにすぎませんが、「Naturalのウイルスにしては、変なつくりだ。」というOpinionを僕は見たMemoryがあります。ぼくは、こうしたBe Aware Ofから、「中国が生物兵器として、コロナウイルスを世界に広めた」という仮説を必ずしも否定はできないと感じています。

人がただProfitを求めたらDisasterをも起こせるのかと思ったら、ぞっとします。あと、気になったことといえば、主人公が、製薬会社の実験施設にBreakをここみる場面がありますが、これがなかなかの厳重なセキュリティのあるEquipmentでして、民間企業が国家規模並みのセキュリティルームを備えていることに驚きました。Considerable,お金かかっただろうなと思いました。そして、やっぱり、Cellレベルの目には見えないほどの細かい生物学的物質やウイルス等の実験素材をManagementするのって、相当大変なんだなとこの映画をみてあらためて思いました。目には見えないものをCorrectに認識し、適切なManagementをするのって、ぼくには、Hardです。研究施設の部屋の温度が一度でもIntentionせず、変わってしまうと、それだけで実験がFailしてしまうことがあるみたいですから、細心の注意力がNecessaryだと思います。あとは、今回の作品では、「キメラ」という架空の人工ウイルスが登場します。感染力が強く、あっという間に人を死においやる毒性の強さから、伝説上の恐ろしいMonster,キメラに例えて、利益のために作られたみたいです。この人工的ウイルスを作った科学者のFigureがどことなく実在した物理学者であるアインシュタインに似ているので、もしかしたら、原爆の開発に関わった、アインシュタイン博士をReferenceに生まれた登場人物かもしれません。あとは、最後のほうの場面になりますが、主人公（トム・クルーズ）と今回の作品のVillainである元同僚がそれぞれ色の違うバイクを乗って、戦うというものがありました。僕は、昔幼いころ、赤いミニバイクを乗ったのを覚えています。しかし、乗ってるときに手を痛めてしまったので、バイクをうまく乗りこなせませんでした（笑）。

映画感想文

＜映画感想文＞

今回見た映画は、「ジュラシック・ワールド」でした。監督は、コリン・トレボロウです。今回の映画をみて僕が思ったことは、「初代ジュラシック・パークに登場した乗り物や道具がでてきて懐かしいな。」と思いました。今回みた映画「ジュラシック・ワールド」は、僕にとって発見がありました。僕は、昔スティーブン・スピルバーグ監督のジュラシック・パークシリーズを何度かみてきました。僕が幼いころ、映画の影響で、一時期恐竜にはまって、恐竜図鑑なんかを読みあさったりしたのは、今では良い思い出です。今回見た作品では、最初の場面で、過去作のメインテーマソングがそのまま使われてたのもジュラシック・パークシリーズを知るぼくとしては、うれしいですね。今作は、過去作よりも、音響の面で向上してるなと感じました。このMovieでも、おきまりというか、人が食べられるシーンがあるのですが、「カプリッ！」という音で非常にジューシーな（笑）良い音だったので、音響の面では、過去作をうわまってるかもしれないです。映像面では、それほど大きな進歩は感じられませんでした。そして、恐竜といえば、何千年も昔にみんな、絶滅したとされてますが、映画を見てても、あんなに巨大で多種多様な種類がいる生き物たちが、隕石一つ落ちただけで、一匹残らず絶滅したなんてなんだか信じられないです。昔、恐竜図鑑を読んでた時、僕は映画のハリーポッターに出てくる、バジリスクのような巨大な蛇を見かけました。恐竜時代には、あんなに大きい蛇が実際にいたんだなと驚きました。今では蛇というと、大きくてもアナコンダとかで最大クラスになるけど、恐竜時代には、その１０倍以上はある、大きい体の蛇がいたみたいです。その巨大蛇に狙われた生き物は、どうやって逃げればいいのだろうと、不思議に思いました。この映画の場面の中には、ポケモンのモンスターボールみたいな、丸い乗り物が登場するんですが、ものすごく頑丈で、ピストルの弾を当てたくらいでは、びくともしないです。僕は、腕時計が好きだったりしますが、腕時計のガラスのレンズって、けっこうすぐ傷ついちゃうやつとかあるので、この乗り物くらい頑丈な素材でできたガラスだったらいいのにとThinkる気持ちになりました。そして、ヴェロキラプトルの群れと一緒にバイクを乗って走る男の姿もなかなかクールでした。ジュラシック・パークにはない発想かなと思いました。「ジュラシック・ワールド」の最後のほうの場面では、恐竜時代の王者、ティラノサウルスとこの映画の悪役である、人工の肉食恐竜との戦いは、凄まじい戦闘場面でした。

Okay- I rlly need to explain WHO is Alex,b cuz I only started posting about him (🫦🔥) and I didn’t tell ANYTHING about him- so- I will tell his lore and am things about him,his au’s,how I created him,and- idk- just give me sm minutes

And not only Alex,Nell,Thereboot,River/055 a lot of characters-

And there is a photo of an Nellx for an reason that idk😋

Vespa Girl

[WIP] do not separate (he will cry)

**Riding a New Life: A Ghost's Journey**

I had been a wandering spirit for what felt like an eternity. Ever since the accident that severed my connection to the living world, I had been drifting through the ether, invisible and forgotten. That is, until today.

I found myself in a dimly lit parking garage, the scent of gasoline and rubber filling the air. The growl of an engine echoed off the walls, and that’s when I saw him—a young biker, effortlessly cool in his black and red leather suit, leaning casually against his sleek Honda. He was everything I had once admired from afar, back when I was alive.

I watched him for a moment, a pang of envy and longing coursing through my spectral form. Then, almost instinctively, I felt myself drawn toward him. There was a sudden pull, a rush of energy, and before I knew it, I was inside his body.

The moment I slipped into his form, it was as if the world exploded in sensation. The first thing I noticed was the heat—the intoxicating warmth of his skin, the snug embrace of the leather suit wrapping around me. It was a second skin, tight and form-fitting, accentuating every contour and muscle. The leather was smooth and supple, a mix of security and allure that was almost overwhelming.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the resistance of the gloves, the reassuring grip they provided. I couldn't help but admire the strength in these hands, the power in this body. My heart raced, not just from the thrill of possession, but from the sheer intensity of feeling alive again. The suit clung to me, a perfect fit, and I relished the way it made me look—strong, confident, and undeniably hot.

Every step I took in the leather suit was a new discovery. The way it accentuated my broad shoulders, the way it hugged my biceps and triceps, making every muscle pop with definition. I could feel the smooth caress of the leather against my skin, the way it moved with me, an extension of my newfound strength.

After an exhilarating ride through the city, I decided to explore more of what this new life had to offer. I had noticed a gym bag in the trunk of his bike, and an idea struck me. I headed to the local gym, eager to test the limits of this new body.

Entering the gym, I felt a wave of excitement. The scent of sweat and metal filled the air, and the rhythmic clanking of weights created a motivating soundtrack. I walked confidently to the locker room, changing into a tank top and workout pants that showed off my muscular physique. The reflection in the mirror was almost surreal—I was now this fit, handsome biker with a body that drew admiration and respect.

I started with some light stretches, feeling every muscle respond with a fluidity and power I had never experienced before. Moving to the weight section, I picked up a dumbbell, the cold metal heavy in my hand. I began a series of bicep curls, watching in awe as the muscles in my arms bulged and flexed.

The intensity of the workout was intoxicating. I pushed myself harder, feeling the burn in my muscles, the rush of endorphins coursing through my veins. I moved from one machine to another, challenging myself with each set, reveling in the strength and endurance of this body.

Between sets, I caught glimpses of myself in the mirror. The way the tank top clung to my chest and shoulders, the way my arms looked pumped and powerful—it was a heady mix of vanity and pride. I couldn't help but snap a quick selfie, capturing the moment of pure, unadulterated strength.

As the workout continued, I felt a growing sense of accomplishment. This body was capable of so much, and I was determined to explore its limits. The sweat poured down my skin, a testament to the hard work and effort I was putting in. And with each rep, each lift, I could feel myself growing more confident, more comfortable in this new skin.

But something was missing. My spectral journey had been long and lonely, and I longed to share this new life with someone who understood. That’s when I remembered my closest ghost friend, another lost soul who had wandered with me through the void. He deserved this chance too.

Later that evening, I returned to the parking garage, where I found another biker—a friend of the man whose body I had claimed. He was tall and lean, with a rugged handsomeness that made my decision easy. I called out to my ghost friend, guiding him to this new vessel.

With a rush of energy, my friend entered the biker’s body. The transformation was immediate. He blinked, adjusting to the new sensations, then looked at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude. We were no longer lost souls. We were alive, and we had each other.

Together, we returned to the gym. It was a surreal experience, seeing my friend in his new form, watching him flex and admire his new physique. We took a moment to capture it—a selfie of the two of us, side by side, strong and proud. The bond we shared as ghosts had transformed into something deeper, something more intimate.

In the gym mirror, we stood close, our bodies radiating strength and confidence. My friend, now in his own muscular form, flexed his bicep while I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Our tank tops clung to us, revealing every sculpted muscle, every defined line. The pride in our eyes was unmistakable. Here we were, two souls reborn, finding a new life and love in the most unexpected way.

As the days passed, we explored our new lives together. We rode our bikes through the city, feeling the wind on our faces, the thrill of speed and freedom. We worked out side by side, pushing each other to new heights, celebrating every achievement.

Our connection grew stronger, evolving into a romantic bond that felt natural and right. We were a couple now, navigating this new world together. The love we had for each other, forged in the ethereal realm, blossomed in our new, physical forms.

And as we stood together, gazing at our reflections, we knew that this was just the beginning. We had found a new home, a new life, and most importantly, we had found each other. The road ahead was ours to conquer, and we were ready to face it together.

The leather suit, which had started it all, became a symbol of our transformation. Every time I slipped into it, I felt a rush of excitement and power. The way it hugged my body, the way it made me look and feel—it was exhilarating. And as we rode together, side by side, I knew that we were more than just bikers. We were partners, lovers, and together, we were unstoppable.

I got some dirty motocross boots on my doorstep today with a note from Coach: "Great job on the track, here's a pair of my lucky boots." I I don't know how to feel about a used pair of boots, but Coach is always looking out for me. He knows I go through my gear quickly and these boots are a huge upgrade from my current pair. As the star motocross rider for his racing team, I'm not surprised he wants to show me some love. Some on the team joke he gives me more attention because they think he's crushing on me. That's all jealous bullshit I pay no mind to. Coach knows I don't swing that way.

I walk out to my garage to try on the boots. They're definitely a few sizes too big. Coach is a bigger guy, and I don't see how I could wear these for my next race. I slide into the boots and there's quite a bit of space in them.

"How do you like the new boots?" I look up to see Coach standing in my garage with a smile on his face.

He's never showed up at my place before. I'm more concerned how he found his way here, but feel a little inferior standing in his much bigger boots.

"I just tried them on. Thanks so much man, but they feel a little big on me."

"I expected that, but I have some more stuff for you that might help. Figured I'd drop it off personally." He pulls out a pair of bike pants covered in a layer of dirt. "These may be a bit bigger on you, but try them on. They're my special pair and I've had some great rides in them."

Maybe he's on to something I'm not seeing and this is a learning moment. I slide out of the boots and my jeans to slip on his pants. Just like boots they're hanging off me. I try to slip the boots on the boots again. Maybe the pants will fill in the boots some.

"Uhm, I don't know man. They may get caught up in the bike."

Just after I said it, I start to feel a growing surge of energy coming up through the soles of my feet. It's like static electricity tingling all around them. My feet are beginning to pulse and stretch out to fill in the boots. It feels like someone's massaging them and they're really starting to mold to the boots. My feet must now be a size 13!

The static is moving up my legs and I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. I stifle a moan as they begin to inflate my calves and quads. The pants are closing in and the cloth is now hugging me.

"Of fuckkkk" I'm feeling my ass bubble and fill out the back of the pants. My crotch has lightning running through my dick and I feel it begin to bulge and swell. I'm so fucking horny and look up to see Coach. He's got a smirk on his face and there's something really intriguing about him. I steady myself by leaning on my bike as I'm taking in all of his features. I'm seeing him through a new light and he's actually pretty fucking hot.

What would it feel like if he brushed up against me? Why am I thinking this? Oh fuck there's a jolt of lightning going through my ass. My hole is throbbing with energy and I'm breathing heavy like I'm an animal in heat. I slide the pants down to my ankles and push out my ass. Maybe he'll help a guy out.

He walks up and slides his hands down my boxers to find my hole. I find myself leaning back into his chest and let out a guttural moan as he slides his finger into me. I have pre flowing out of my dick as he begins to rub my prostate from the inside. He's got me hooked, and I'm completely under his control. He leans in and whispers into my ear "Prepare for the best ride of your life."

Biker Breath

Zane was riding home from work on his bicycle when he passed a pile of stuff sitting on the curb with a sign attached saying “For Free”. Zane stopped to inspect what all was left out on the street and saw a super nice looking biker helmet, carefully picking it up he noticed some scratches and dings on the helmet but besides that it was still in perfect working condition. While he was examining it Zane noticed the rancid scent emanating out of the helmet. Holding his nose, Zane began to put the helmet back onto the curb when he heard a voice in his head that wasn’t his, it was a deeper, more masculine voice demanding him to put the helmet on. Wanting to resist, Zane set the helmet down and turned his back to it and the other stuff on the curb when the voice again demanded “Put on the helmet”, Zane was overcome with the need to put the helmet on. As he lifted the helmet up over his head Zane pleaded with the voice “Please…No…It reeks”. Feeling the voice command him to lower the helmet on his head, Zane’s mind and body obediently obeyed as he lost control of both. Upon lowering the helmet onto his head Zane could smell the reeking stench of the helmet. It reeked of sweat and B.O., the previous owner had obviously never even attempted to clean it.

Regaining consciousness and control of his body, Zane tried to take the helmet off, but quickly he heard the voice command “Breath in deep wimp” Zane once again obediently followed orders and took in a deep whiff of the helmet’s noxious stench. Zane would have normally been disgusted but he wasn’t, in fact he loved the rancid stench of sweat trapped in the helmet. Zane heard another command echo through his head, “Get on your puny bike loser”. Zane sat on his metal bicycle and began to pedal away. With every pedal, he bike became more akin to what a real man would ride. It slowly transformed into a fast and slick motorcycle.

Zane revved the bike instinctually and he felt his dick shoot to life at the same time, it was weird, Zane never was interested in motorcycles but his body was aching for more. Zane’s puny body was sitting atop a nice expensive motorcycle now but his body and face were still that of a wimpy nerd. That was soon to change, the voice started describing what a biker boy should be like. “Biker boys are unhygienic beasts who never wear deodorant, shower once a week, and never brush their teeth, all of that is for weak pussies” Zane could suddenly remember why the helmet smelled so bad, it was HIS stench that was infused into the helmet. Zane breathed in another deep whiff of the stink HE cultivated and let out a pleasurable sigh, breathing out a torrent of funky smelling breath, Zane added to the stench and made himself more loopy. Feeling his weak body get light and tingly Zane kept riding his newly minted motorcycle, he stopped at a red light and looked over at the car next to him, “Had I always had such big muscles?” Zane thought to himself as he saw his reflection in the car’s window. “No…can’t be I…” he took a breath in and inhaled more of his noxious B.O. and bad breath, “…I have always been this buff duhhh” Zane pulled off and sped home away from the stop light. Arriving home his brother was getting out of his car in the driveway, pulling up was surprised when he saw the man on the motorcycle, he looked like a stranger to him. “Hey man I think you got the wrong address” Zane’s brother told the now insanely ripped Zane, “Whatchu mean bro this my crashpad!” Zane said loudly. “Nah my brother lives here with me and my dad not you” Zanes brother remarked. Zane got off his bike and walked up to his little bro, “Heeeeeeeeeeey man chillax…no need to get your pantiessssss in a bunch” Zane drew out certain syllables on words so that he could breathe out his nasty breath that smelled like he had just eaten garlic, and fish, and hadn’t brushed his teeth in weeks. Zane’s brother’s eyes glazed over upon smelling his older brother’s stale and stinky breath, “Oh hey bro welcome home” Zane reached an arm around his brother’s shoulder and they walked to the house together. “Yeaaaaaaahhh you love your big bro’s stinking breath dont cha lil man” Zane laughed and purposely let out a blast of his funky breath into his brother’s face, “Yea…bro I- I love how…stinky…your breath i- is…I wish I was m-more like you”His brother said mindlessly as if in a trance. “Well in that case lil bro I wanna take you on a ride tonight okay? You can wear my helmet I jusssssst got it” Zane breathed out more of his rank breath while he spoke. “Yea…uhh like…totally bro…” His lil bro responded not knowing that the ride would seal his fate just how his brother’s was.

Ex biker gang member, full time single dad

Reference sheets take me fifty damn years but i made one for a character of mine so ye! (i may be doing artfight so im cranking out a few of these lmaO)

Just a Vampire doing some errands

Now that's hot!

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Happy Independence Day 2023!!!

I need a boyfriend so badly 😫

I’m in need of a guy who a loves cars and also I’ll even take a biker, I need a guy who will fulfill my needs, a guys who likes dangerous things, a guy who likes to ride skateboard, a risk taker, a rule breaker, I need a guy who can put me in my place when needed.

WHERE ARE YALL AT????

FUCK, where are all the hot biker guys at who just don’t follow the rules and just wanna have fun all night at? Like someone please let me be a backpack pleaseeeeee