The Graveyard Shift
Meet Julius. He’s a minotaur who is also a model for magazines.

Art by Dedos, who doesn’t have an account here as far as I know, and yes, you’ll see more of Julius in the future.

Meet Julius. He’s a minotaur who is also a model for magazines.

Art by Dedos, who doesn’t have an account here as far as I know, and yes, you’ll see more of Julius in the future.

“Mother Russia, Mother Russia…” Ivan sang as he jogged down the sidewalk alongside Tank. He was dressed in his standard tanktop, shorts and baseball cap with the bill worn behind his head.

Tank, on the other hand, was wearing a bulky winter coat, three layers of sweatpants, ski goggles, a toboggan, a heavy glove on the tops of his ears, and was still freezing in the thirty degree weather.

“You’re crazy,” Tank said, his voice muffled as he folded his arms and huddled into the coat. He was no longer jogging. The cold was sapping his strength, and he wanted nothing more to do with this weather.

Ivan continued singing, ignorant of the rabbit’s proclamation, and a quick glance revealed to Tank that the snow leopard was now bouncing.

Tank spoke a little louder this time: “You. Are. Crazy!”

Ivan stopped singing, but he continued to be bouncy. “Vhy do you say such thing?”

Tank gestured at the snow whipping around them. “You wanted to go jogging in this freezing cold weather. I know you love the cold, but this…”

Ivan smiled. “I know is disappointing. It should be much colder, da?”

Tank took a second to comprehend what Ivan was saying. “You want it to be colder.”

Ivan didn’t even hesitate to answer: “Da.”

Tank rolled his eyes. Enough was enough. “You’re crazy. Can we go back to the apartment? I have to spend a few hours defrosting.”

Ivan looked up at his boyfriend. “But Tank, are you not arctic rabbit?”

Tank shook his head, careful not to dislodge the glove from his ears. It took him several minutes to get it on there, and he’d be damned if he’d let it fall off! “No. I just inherited the color from my mother.”

“So if you do not like cold, vhy did you go jogging vith me?”

Tank shrugged. “Because I’m crazy too. People do crazy things for their boyfriends. Like freeze their cottontail butts off in the cold.”

Ivan grinned. “You are good boyfriend. Ve can go back to apartment and I vill make you hot chocolate.”

“Add some vodka your momma sent you as a care package and you’ve got a deal.”

“Mother Russia, Mother Russia…” Ivan sang as he jogged down the sidewalk alongside Tank. He was dressed in his standard tanktop, shorts and baseball cap with the bill worn behind his head.

Tank, on the other hand, was wearing a bulky winter coat, three layers of sweatpants, ski goggles, a toboggan, a heavy glove on the tops of his ears, and was still freezing in the thirty degree weather.

“You’re crazy,” Tank said, his voice muffled as he folded his arms and huddled into the coat. He was no longer jogging. The cold was sapping his strength, and he wanted nothing more to do with this weather.

Ivan continued singing, ignorant of the rabbit’s proclamation, and a quick glance revealed to Tank that the snow leopard was now bouncing.

Tank spoke a little louder this time: “You. Are. Crazy!”

Ivan stopped singing, but he continued to be bouncy. “Vhy do you say such thing?”

Tank gestured at the snow whipping around them. “You wanted to go jogging in this freezing cold weather. I know you love the cold, but this…”

Ivan smiled. “I know is disappointing. It should be much colder, da?”

Tank took a second to comprehend what Ivan was saying. “You want it to be colder.”

Ivan didn’t even hesitate to answer: “Da.”

Tank rolled his eyes. Enough was enough. “You’re crazy. Can we go back to the apartment? I have to spend a few hours defrosting.”

Ivan looked up at his boyfriend. “But Tank, are you not arctic rabbit?”

Tank shook his head, careful not to dislodge the glove from his ears. It took him several minutes to get it on there, and he’d be damned if he’d let it fall off! “No. I just inherited the color from my mother.”

“So if you do not like cold, vhy did you go jogging vith me?”

Tank shrugged. “Because I’m crazy too. People do crazy things for their boyfriends. Like freeze their cottontail butts off in the cold.”

Ivan grinned. “You are good boyfriend. Ve can go back to apartment and I vill make you hot chocolate.”

“Add some vodka your momma sent you as a care package and you’ve got a deal.”

It’s true.

It’s true.

It’s a new Kickstarter project by Yours Truly. Click the picture (created by the fabulous Electric Keet) so you can travel to the URL and learn more, eh?

It’s a new Kickstarter project by Yours Truly. Click the picture (created by the fabulous Electric Keet) so you can travel to the URL and learn more, eh?

Mark Twain is wise.

Mark Twain is wise.

reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.
Zen Tiger

Zen Tiger

Hey Neon! Here’s something for ya.

Hey Neon! Here’s something for ya.

Minotaur? YES PLEASE!

Minotaur? YES PLEASE!

Huh! That’s clever…