Odyssey II Ch.8 Entry: BrethrenMaya wore confusion on her face.
Paul had always been short with words; this time would be no different.
"I know everything now."
Maya watched as he floated upwards through the hole in the ceiling.
There was no time to tell her what he had seen. What it was like to die while psychically connected to another being and how, in that moment, the mind-soul rides that tether like a roller coaster searching for the end of the track. That he rode that tether through the mind of Tal'shen and then into its mother, witnessing their lives, truths and stories.
No time to explain that he knew her race, perhaps better than her. That for millennia these stained glass people worshiped science as humans worshiped gods, and evolved a culture of unraveling the complex mysteries of the mathematical universe. They were a race that evolved exponentially because each was dedicated to self-improvement. He saw that, over time, there was a great shift - physical and mental - and an age came to pass when their mi
Techno-Colored PsychosisPaul's eyes came into focus just as Maya walked into the room, but something was different about her. Her face looked sunken and her eyes seemed glazed and black. The whole of the roomed looked as though it was changing color, flipping from one monochromatic scheme to a neon rainbow and back again. Paul began to pant and panic as she drew near him, he'd never been so terrified. He crawled away into the corner of the room, shivering, barely catching his breath, twisting his head back and forth as he flinched at every shadow.Techno-Colored Psychosis1 year ago in Writing More Like This
“Paul? What's wro-” Maya 's jaw dropped at the sight of Paul's transformation.
Large glossy scales crept up from his thigh across his torso, they flicker in the dim light and changed color. They were iridescent, bright, shimmering with all the hues of the rainbow. The eight new arm-length tentacles creeping out from behind his back matched his new scales in color. They almost seemed to glow as they thrashed from side to side.
Maya held her mouth in shock
A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn1 year ago in Writing More Like This
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
Dreams of the DeepPaul's whole world was spinning. The Proxitol made it incredibly difficult for him to think clearly. Maya? Yes, her name was Maya. She had told him it would only be a few days, that the thing inside would dissolve. She'd been wrong, and she'd been surprised that she'd been wrong, not that it mattered. Resting his head against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the cell he called a room, PaulDreams of the Deep1 year ago in Writing More Like This
could almost laugh about how this all seemed like some ridiculous dream. But the pain, the disorientation, and the feeling of...something inside...assured him it was anything but.
The growth had started spreading again, but it was different this time. The iridescent scales had formed
patches around his hips, wrapped around his waist, and then branched out into two separate lines that
ran up and gathered around his shoulder blades, sprouting opaque sacs.
That night he dreamed of an ocean, somewhere far, far away. Something large and shapeless, sparkling like a star-covered
Skin Glowing From WithinLysanna felt a sudden change in her breathing, and knew than that something had happened to her Progeny. Though the organism was still very small, she shared a psychic link with it that would remain as it transferred from host to host. When the growth cycle was complete, the bond she had with the tiny bit of life would be severed as it emerged from the host with its own consciousness.Skin Glowing From Within1 year ago in Writing More Like This
She looked in the mirror at her gaunt face, the colors of her life force faded and barely moving under the surface of her tightly stretched, translucent skin. Her time in this world was diminishing and with every dying moment she hoped that her progeny would take hold in it's new host. She had tried transferring her progeny to the humans many times before, and felt the twinge of pain as it was violently rejected, leaving the host in throes of agony as it expelled the last bits of the strange organism. But this time, she was hopeful, for the progeny had thrived longer in t
The Host With the MostPaul staggered out into the early morning fog like a drunkard.The Host With the Most1 year ago in Writing More Like This
He hunched into the raised lapels of this too-thin jacket and wandered away from the hotel, disoriented, shivering--panic gnawing at his gut like a cannibal. "I need help," he thought, "but where?" The nearest hospital was the obvious answer, but the thought of what the doctors would do filled his mind with images of hospital beds with straps, extended isolation with no answers and needles piercing his flesh.
The mass on his thigh was growing--that was certain. Paul could feel it writhing and pushing against his flesh as he walked. Lost in his fears, he never noticed the black, windowless van pull up next to him until he heard the van door slide back violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled him out of the grey London mist into darkness.
He awoke with a headache, disoriented. His eyes would not focus and he began to panic, his heart pounding in his ch
Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than NobodyPart of his foremost tentacle spun across the room, followed by a trail of shimmering black ichor. Maya’s blade brought a paradox to his senses. His injured limb accepted the cold steel. It felt right when she cut him, as if his flesh knew it was being purified. At the same time, pain screamed through him, reeling from the touch of the metal, causing what remained of the tentacle to spasm.Odyssey II Chp VI: Something Worse than Nobody1 year ago in Writing More Like This
A seizure. The memory of the subway surfaced, and for a moment he wasn’t in the room anymore. He clung to those little flashes of memory, grasped at every word he remembered in order to keep his mind working, to keep himself. The creature sharing his body struggled to escape the pain, to fight back, but not while he still held some control. He felt a tingling pressure reverberating through him. The bones of his mouth cracked and split, his teeth melting away and forming a hard cephalopod beak.
Maya. Could she carve him free? The creature within him pulsed and her face vanished from his me
A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."A Shower and a Change1 year ago in Writing More Like This
The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.
He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint scent of metal. Like a cup full of coins. Or a bloodied nose.
"Shit!" A stream of blood ran down his nostrils, over his lip and down his chin. Paul dropped the trousers to the bathroom floor and watched the b
deviantART - Data Mining 6 - User Demographics.deviantART - Data Mining 6 - User Demographics2 months ago in Personal More Like This
Life goes on. If anyone's curious, I'll post a more complete life update in a future journal, but suffice it to say I finished my thesis, graduated and am currently looking for a job.
I've claimed before that a sizable portion of deviantART's userbase are kids still in school (who are interested in fan art). I didn't really have any numbers to substantiate that claim until now.
I have a couple spiders that have been running for about a year now. One tracks comments posted (the id number of the comment and the time stamp) circa the Today page. The other script sits in the ~world page and watches how many comments are posted. The objective is to gauge when and where comments are coming from.
I took the data set from the Today page and plotted out how many comments were posted per minute depending on the time of day. From the plot yo
THE CELTIC WORLD AND THE TRUE MEANING OF HALLOWEENThe Celtic SocietyTHE CELTIC WORLD AND THE TRUE MEANING OF HALLOWEEN1 year ago in Historical More Like This
The foundation of Celtic society was the family. Even the ancestors were considered part of the family. In Ireland the matriarchal system prevailed, and the woman could have sex with more than one husband.
Both public and private life were under the control of the Druids. These men and women acted as judges, teachers, priests, soothsayers, wizards, doctors, and astronomers, probably constituting the most outstanding characteristic of the Celtic world.
Periodically, Druids from different places and tribes (even in war among them) gathered in assemblies to celebrate their complex and mysterious rites.
During "spare time", part of the Druids transmitted their knowledge to new generations. The school, which could last up to 25 years old, was mainly oral and students had to memorise numerous notions. The main function of education was the knowledge of Nature, its energies (tellurian and cosmic), its laws and its rhythms. This cultural background explains
Art ElvesI mentioned I was in Mammoth over the holidays, which, besides an annoying sickness for the first few days, was so much fun I don't even know where to start. But I'll get into that in another Journal.Art Elves1 year ago in Art Features More Like This
I wanted to share with you a note I found on my desk at %hq when I returned. Yanira works here at the office once or twice a week and she had her nephews in with her during the break.
We have a ton of these deviantART coasters laying around HQ so they must have found them. We originally made them for #originaldrinkanddraw and I'm so glad they found them! I'm going to have to get more just in case the elves come again!
Look what they left for me!
How cool are these?! Um, please ignore the devious slogan on there... Hopefully the artistic elves knew we were talking about delicious, healthy milk!
shetar-tongued;she3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
bones & star-
fever burns &
Vie NoirYou were the promise of regret,Vie Noir1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
destiny wrapped in an egg shell,
something that temperance would not allow.
And you looked at me with cloudy eyes,
sipping your excuses while choking on tomorrow.
(We were the privileged few that God chose to endure the hopeless)
And you cursed my name while confessing every lie.
My borders grew as you clawed for the limits of absolution.
(We were the privileged few whose skin was hard to pierce)
And you loaded that gun with false bravado and ill intent.
The world was watching as you aimed it at the future.
(We were the privileged few who never forget to empty the chamber)
And you stared into the nothing, hoping to find me there
roman 0crashed my car driving drunk for the iiird time this weekroman 06 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
held your faded photograph in one hand and fell asleep at the wheel
pretended It was vintage, that the warm sepia
coating your smile and the frame wasn’t
spilled coffee and cigarette ash.
reality isn’t always as bright
as my camera flash on your face.
put the high in highway at ii hundred miles per millisecond
eyes wide and red and hollow and hopeful
that a cop would come running after me.
ive been needing someone
to hold me down and tell me
“you’ve been a very bad boy”
like you used to.
Swallowed i too many pills this time
(i didn’t lie when i said i’d only take
as many as i needed to feel better).
you made me see stars
or maybe that was just the medicine?
how strange i think who could ever like someone
so discernibly sour?
Lady Gaga Review (Updated!)People probably wonder why I don't like Lady Gaga. Okay, that might be wrong. In fact, I'm certain that no one really cares. With that being said, I have been accused before of not liking something because I've never seen it or heard it. I would like to banish that belief again. After the Blood on the Dance Floor review I did seemed to be a success I figured I can pass my time giving my opinions on musicians I simply do not like.Lady Gaga Review (Updated!)8 months ago in Personal More Like This
Lady Gaga is one of them.
To proceed my words of censure I would like to begin with this lovely young lady by the name of gineriella who had a few words to say about Lady Gaga on her youtube page: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8IjogNcR3M
I will be doing her lead singles since I WILL NOT listen to all of her music. There's only so much of her I can take before I tear my hair out.
Without further to do, here is my review!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Abk1jAONjw -Just Dance- I actually wouldn't have too much of a problem with her if most of her songs we
The Danger of Model RequestsHiya Darlings,The Danger of Model Requests9 months ago in Personal More Like This
So some of you may remember a while back when ^Elandria asked us to spread the message about what is, and is not an appropriate stock requests for model stock. Keep in mind that this applies to both female and male models. I ran across an article in the news today that made me want to bring that subject back into the spotlight.
3 Missing Colorado Women Have Online Modeling Profiles
This really disturbed me, as I know that quite a few models here on dA also have modeling profiles on ModelMayhem. The internet can be a wonderful place to gain exposure for your art and build your modeling portfolio. Unfortunately, if I may borrow a line from Melissandre, the internet is also "dark and full of terrors." There really are monsters out there, and you should always proceed with caution. Never assume that it "can't happen to you." I know that it can happen to you.
I really want you to take the time to re-read (or read it for the first time) :
Saturday Bleach of the WEEK!! 3/2/13:icononioncheerplz: Each Saturday I will post four pieces of BLEACH art that I found to be really inspiring.Saturday Bleach of the WEEK!! 3/2/1310 months ago in Personal More Like This
They will run the range from beginner to expert..so everyone's art is a potential BLEACH of the week!:icononioncheerplz:
by :iconDiacia: by :iconcanaury:
by :iconTioDpraz: by :iconDestinyRevolution:
Until next week!
A Neutral Knew YearI'm glad January is rolling along. I was to the point where, if I had to hear one more person say, "Out with the old, in with the new", I was going to kick someone in the nuts. Another January, spearheading another year, new and fresh and after hearing so many people say, with little sincerity, "Happy New Year," I'm wondering if it's really the case. After all, a year can't be happy or sad. It's a mere duration, an orbit of this chunk of dirt, with us as passengers, as we circle around the sunny hotspot. So, that leaves us with newness. And, it is taken for granted that new equals good, and goodness makes the majority of us happy. Only a fool would not desire new things, right? Who doesn't want a new car, a new house? We all want to travel to new places, buy new clothes and drive new cars, right? It sounds clear cut, new things are desirable, but, for the sake of playing Satan's advocate, maybe the new isn't all it's cracked up to be.A Neutral Knew Year1 year ago in Personal More Like This
What makes newness unique among the qua
Live for the momentI've been learning lately that things happen in our lives that teach us a little bit more about how precious life is. Every moment matters because we never truly know when it can be our last. So often we are distracted by the duties and relationships of our lives. I often take a moment to stop and appreciate being alive. Just the act of living as a human being. We are conscious beings with amazing creative and intellectual abilities. I am proud to be a part of a species that creates so much beauty and love.Live for the moment1 year ago in Personal More Like This
I take this moment in time to remember those who have passed on from this reality and to appreciate having had them in my life.
You are all part of this beautiful creative cycle of life.
Thanks for being you and never stop living...for the moment...
Commissions WidgetAs many of you may know and/or might have seen/heard, there is a new Commissions Widget out on deviantART for Premium account holders who are Beta Testers.Commissions Widget1 year ago in Personal More Like This
This Widget allows an artist to take commissions paid for by which are added to their "My Earnings" Where it can be withdrawn as physical money via check (with a $5 processing fee) Paypal (with PayPal related fees) or into
To do this a Artist inputs a Sell for value of , raising or lowering it by increments of 10; which is than translated into a $ and value to set the price of their commission as seen below.
Customers write a small, barely detailed message on what they want (example: "Pandas Plz") and request a commission from you. Commission requests are sent to the artist's Message Center, allowing them accept or reject the request. If you accept, the customer has whatever amount of you set deducted from their balance.
So if you sell commi
Don't take my word for it...There is some confusion as to what magic actually is. I think this can be cleared up if you just look at the very earliest descriptions of magic. Magic in its earliest form is often referred to as “the art”. I believe this is completely literal. I believe that magic is art and that art, whether it be writing, music, sculpture, or any other form is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words, or images, to achieve changes in consciousness. The very language about magic seems to be talking as much about writing or art as it is about supernatural events. A grimmoir for example, the book of spells is simply a fancy way of saying grammar. Indeed, to cast a spell, is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change people's consciousness. And I believe that this is why an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world that you are likely to see to a Shaman.Don't take my word for it...2 weeks ago in Personal More Like This
I believe that all
Commission InfoOPENCommission Info3 years ago in Personal More Like This
See My Summarized Commission Prices Here!
Advertise me and my commissions in a journal or other method of reaching your watchers, and you get a free sketch from me!
Have 100+ watchers? Add a second character!
Have 1000+ watchers? I'll refine and shade the sketch to a pencil drawing!
Please Read my TOS before commissioning
-Pencil drawing with no shading, and little clean-up
+$1.00 per character
-Includes Convention badge with or without name text
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SighOh well.... I give up. I was able to place the date, but not the stamp/group Menu link box. Its frustrating so I'm just chucking it out. You are welcome to edit and add your own stamps etc however you like. I throw the towel in.Sigh1 year ago in Personal More Like This
A soul reaching search, as I sought for a thoughtThere's something on my mind. I'm not entirely sure what it is. It's just floating in the background. Transparent, fluid and seamless it's shifting this way and that. I could take my glorious white pill and slip back into the fog of medicated malfunction but I'm not quite ready for that right now. I can feel the soul in my chest starting to ripen like a fruit about to burst as the skin tears away. It's almost enough to bring tears to my eyes. Nothing actually brings tears to my eyes. Not anymore anyway. Long story that one. Not for young ears. Or ignorant ones for that matter. But I'm not really referring to those many incidents. Near/far, here/there... everywhere. The black tides are coming. I look out the lounge room windows and although the hills far off on the horizon are invisible in the pitch black night, I can see them. I know them as I know any trial. Those hills were a testing ground for a weak vessel. One adorned with cracks and chips and little scratches all oA soul reaching search, as I sought for a thought4 months ago in Personal More Like This
Vid of John Dimaggio answering me, charityToday I started following a number of Voice Actors and Actresses on Twitter (I love voice actors/actresses) and one of them is Bender :iconBenderplz: from Futurama himself, John Dimaggio. You might also know him as Jake the dog on Adventure Time, Dr. Drakken on Kim Possible and tons of other voices over the years.Vid of John Dimaggio answering me, charity8 months ago in Personal More Like This
Well earlier he tweeted about being on filmsnobberylive.com Live. Well I go and I sign up for the site and Lowe and behold, He appeared and man was it the best hour of my life. During the course of the show I had two questions of mine answered back to back, and John answered them in the most hilarious ways.
Also, :iconDiablicka: has asked my help in finding artist who can draw some art for a charity. The event will be held at a convention in Krakow in Poland,