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Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Note to SelfYou. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to this moment, just realize that this is a matter of life and death for us both. Do not throw our life away. Please, get out immediately.
If you don't want to leave, AT LEAST turn on all the lights you can find. Then there is a chance it won't find you. A slim chance.
Before I end this message, I must stress what I said earlier: I am you from the future. I
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not understanding the universe which is the most important thing in ourselves.
I've learned a lot through introspection and comparison. I give them credit for my pseudo-intellectualism. Pseudo-intellectualism being the title I dub my ability to appear far more intelligent than I actually am. Then again, I guess I could call it the same thing everybody
Max and Boston, a Pokemon FanfictionMax pulled his face out of the mud and wiped his cheeks. He was panting, struggling to catch his breath. His whole body ached and his eyes were beginning to water. He glanced back at his trainer, looking for some kind of guidance, for kind of command, but none came. All he saw was confusion and panic; it was all he ever saw in Boston. He started blinking rapidly, attempting to arouse himself; he could no longer think clearly. In the corner of his eye he saw a brown creature moving with terrifying speed, and instantly he knew what was coming. His entire body tensed as he braced for impact. A powerful kick to the face sent him flying backwards, on to his back.
Max's eyes opened. The world seemed to be flying by him. Lights were blurring past and everything was blending together, leaving him distraught and afraid. Instinctively, he looked for comfort, for anything familiar. First, all he could make out was a man above and behind him, but he didn't recognize him. He was beginning to panic.
Theme Four: ChangeSome envy the sex. Others the money. And some envy it all. They wish they could have what I have. They wish they could indulge in the treasures I've amassed. They wish they would have been born with that sensation to persevere. They want to have that inborn compulsion to advance. And if they could, they would shamelessly rob me of it.
But can I blame them? It must look like such a decadent life from the outside. To take pleasure in the stresses of progression and to unwind by basking in the things I worked so hard to attain. I must look as though I was blessed by God. I must look like I am a God; some sort of divine entity sent to earth to instruct the lesser how to live. Yet, I am not without flaw. I am not without doubt. Nor am I without misery.
Through years of walking the same road, the same path of responsibility and logic, I have done two things: (1) I have created an unbreakable habit, a thing that I am obligated to obey until the day I die, or suffer the consequences which are
Theme Three: ContentI have been walking through this desert for a lifetime. From the moment I was born and until the day I die. I have walked side by side with my family, my friends, and even my enemies. I have fallen and danced, and have seen the same happen to my brethren one-hundred fold. Yet, despite all of the inconsistencies, some things remain consistent. Despite all of the fallacy, some things are irrefutable.
It is in these niches that I have found my driving force. It is in these exceptions that I survive the intense heat, bear the loss of love; and above all, focus my attention on enjoying life, as opposed to fixing it.
So many times I've seen those with whom I once walked put faith in unreliable sources of instant gratification. I have seen their logic succumb to desperation as they ran wildly at a mirage, ecstatic with joy at their reward; only to discover their reward to be a poisonous creature, disturbed and angry. And many of them, upon feeling that sting, upon feeling that poison once aga
a man, reborn.Stephen spent six hours trying to draw water out of the ground with an old rusted pump, and needless to say, was completely spent that night. He fell asleep on the dust-choked paisley couch in the living room of the farmhouse, and stayed that way all night. Bored of his company, snoring and all, I decided to take a break from rooting through the previous owner’s shelves and cupboards, and went to see Hodge while he stood watch outside. A rickety porch wrapped most of the way around the house, allowing one never-ending view of the flat grasslands all around us.
We found one of the old occupants at the very end of the driveway as a big pile of bones. The others were nowhere to be found, but they’d been gone for a long time.
“I spent my whole life in Montreal,” I started. “I never really got to see the country unless we were driving south to visit my mom’s family. The city is probably one big farm now, as long as the
Deep Thoughts with Heart-x-BeatHeart-Beat: The National Hamster Council
Heart-Beat: it's real
MidnightsMadness: are they all 10 year olds?
Heart-Beat: I just imagined like
Heart-Beat: 10 year olds in tuxedos
Heart-Beat: an ARMY of 10 year olds in tuxedos
Heart-Beat: ...now they have guns
MidnightsMadness: brb adding to funnies
And that concludes this week's episode of "Deep Thoughts With ~Heart-x-Beat" Come back next week where we talk about Greek Constipation
Summary: Both leaders of their group develop feelings for one another, but Leonardo is having a hard time to express it with his leadership pride in the way. Eventually, Leonardo has the guts to ask her something he never thought he would ask in his life.
Nearly 5 months has past when the female turtles first met the brothers in New York City. Much friendship and bond has been made in this little group of eight turtle; more to come of the relationship that was beginning to build as well. Lucky for the girls, they weren’t sister, but very close friends they knew since they were little.
Leonardo, leader of his group and the oldest brother, learned that Donatello and Natalie finally came together after the hard heart broken his genius brother suffered from his crush. He never thought Donatello would have a second chance
Fear of the Unknown She stood amongst the crowd, but she was not one of them. You could see it in the way they avoided her gaze, shrank away slightly when she so much as moved in their direction. Her eyes, deep black pools that hid the abyss inside her, saw everything. But no one could put their finger on what they saw in her eyes. Fear, some said. No, said others, planning. Planning to kill us all. She’s a witch, one whispered.
“Not a witch.” A voice, strong and confident, rose above the others. It somehow conveyed weariness and wisdom, sadness and knowledge of a deeper sense all at once. “She just knows far too much for one person. She’s seen too much, and it could destroy her. But she is a person. Never forget that. You, so quick to judge, so quick to fear. You have much to fear. But not f
Dissidia FF- Shinura Episode 7 - The Ring'Cosmos! This is not what you're supposed to be doing!!!'
Cosmos' thoughts were screaming in utter panic. Luke had just proposed marriage to her, and Cosmos was stunned.
But that ring...the ring he proposed with, looked so familiar...
In that moment, it dawned on her that the same ring that her fiance, in a past life gave to her, was now being presented to her again. Cosmos took the ring out of the box, and placed it down her left ring finger.
Luke gasped, and leapt up in excitement, even before Cosmos said a word.
Cosmos, she had found love, and she was filled with happiness. She tightly embraced Luke, and placed her head in his chest.
"Oh Luke...I love you. Yes...yes, I'll marry you." Cosmos wept into Luke's chest.
'But who will replace you? What will come of the balance without you?'
Cosmos' thoughts were all but assured that her reign as the Goddess of Harmony was over.
In love with, pregnant to and engaged to a mortal man, Cosmos had made the worst decision of
Dissidia FF: Shinura Episode 6 : The LifeThe month that marked the year anniversary of Luke's adoptive mother's passing came and went with little incident.
Though it still kills him, knowing she is gone, he has Cosmos. He has a loving, supportive partner, and he's very happy.
As is Cosmos. She has since that night, decided to live life as a mortal woman, and live the life of someone who had happiness in her heart, a life she could look back and say it was well worth living. The dreams she'd have slowly, but surely became just normal, and far less than vivid. She hadn't heard anything from her sister since the first night, and that was probably for the best. All that Cosmos cared about now, was her future with Luke. About five months after they met, a couple of weeks before Christmas, the two had traveled up into the mountains for a skiing/snowboarding vacation, up on Vail Pass. They stayed in a comfy, roomy lodge, and were having one Hell of a time.
Cosmos was really good at snowboarding, and could she catch AIR! This was pro
Dissidia FF- Shinura Episode 5 - The Kiss"Cosmos?" Luke asked.
Cosmos had succumbed to something she never thought she would. As she sat there, her head on Luke's shoulder, she felt this overwhelm her, and she knew now, that her mission had failed.
But...she didn't care. She, had found something worth truly living for, and she didn't care about being the Goddess of Harmony any longer.
For Cosmos had succumbed to mortal emotions. Cosmos had fallen in love.
"Um, Cosmos?" Luke asked again.
Though she heard him clearly, she was so far off in dream land, she couldn't quite respond to him.
That is, until he shouted in her ear.
"COSMOS! Hey, we need to get off or were going to get in trouble." Luke half shouted, breaking Cosmos of her trance.
Cosmos suddenly looked around, and a fat, burly guy in a uniform said "Come on, missy. We have other people wanting to ride."
Cosmos got up, and Luke did the same.
Cosmos walked over, bowed and said "I apologize. I simply was unaware of my surroundings."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love stricken school
Dissidia FF: Shinura Episode 4 : The DateA few weeks passed, and though Cosmos had a hard time adjusting to living as just another mortal, she was enjoying it. Not to mention that the scenery wasn't too bad, nor was the man who had brought her from a life in fear, and darkness.
Then, one night, Luke would ask her a question, one that would make Cosmos not very comfortable.
"Cosmos, my dear sweet lady fair, would you do me the honor of courtship for an evening?"
Cosmos was stricken by this. She was fearful for what may happen. She wasn't wanting to attach; she hadn't planned to live like this forever, especially since she needed to eventually return to life as the Goddess of Harmony.
"Luke...as much as I do like you...please understand that I cannot. I cannot become attached." Cosmos replied.
"I see. All I was wanting, was to take you somewhere where we could have fun. A date." Luke said, and headed to his bedroom.
Cosmos kind of felt stupid, and a bit like a jerk, and walked over to Luke's doorway and knocked gently.
Dissidia FF: Shinura Episode 3 : The DreamCosmos would turn out to be a very heavy sleeper. When the warrior came in to ask if she needed/wanted anything, for most of the next day, he would find Cosmos to be in the exact same position he had laid her in.
She wouldn't awaken until nearly 7PM the next night.
However, while Cosmos slept, though it may have been a long sleep, it wasn't necessarily an easy one.
Cosmos did not have a very nice dream at all.
Her dream was one of torment, hatred, anger, and rage. One of nastiness, horrible lies and insolence.
She dreamt of her opposite, and her ways of greed, evil and corruption.
She dreamt, of her sister, the true entity of Discord, whom had mysteriously vanished a long time ago, never to be seen again.
She also dreamt, of the balance they maintained, and though they may have been bitter rivals, they were also loving sisters.
They had never warred, like she and Chaos had done for countless millenia.
The last part of Cosmos' dream, was something that was more like a vision and less of
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