Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist The Great and Powerful PuP34/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 11 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 388 Deviations 8,834 Comments 42,961 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
FFM 29 - Cause of Misery
The Beast taught me how to do ritual magic, and I picked it up quick and easy.  He whispered dark rites in my ear, and I carried them out with reckless abandon.  This sort of magic was fueled by emotions, and I had a lot of those.  I imagine that’s what opened the door for the hellion in the first place.  My rage and disillusionment with the world around me must have been like an express highway into my psyche for the bastard.
“Good,” he whispered as I stood over the convoluted geometric lines inside my channeling circle.  “Yessss.  Gather it all up and make them suffer for what they’ve done to you.”
We’d already done a few smaller jobs—taking out my boss and the like—but this was my first time going large-scale.  I felt a nervous fear in my gut, but I was all too happy to swan-dive into the tumultuous waves of my own emotions.  The thoughts I had tried to suppress or pack away all came floodi
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 0 2
Literature
FFM18 26 - The New Job
As a Cosmic Marine, Sam was a specialist.  He was proficient in seven forms of hand-to-hand combat, deadly accurate with every standard military firearm, and known for wrestling Tyrannosaurus Aliens with his bare fists.  He was a tactical genius, fully capable of repairing the Tachyon Drives of his personal planet-hopper. There was no more qualified soldier in the galaxy, and no faster tongue in the Corps.  It was that tongue, however, that had landed him his latest shift in rank.
He reached through a holographic windshield, snatching the driver out by their throat.  Locking eyes, he snarled:  “No.  Parking.  Permit.”
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 0 2
Literature
FFM18 31 - The Marble Strikes Back
I infiltrate the Republic starship, and oh lord am I good at this shit.  Nobody hears the guards drop, and nobody will find their bodies.  When they wake, I’ll be gone and their memories will be fuzzy.  Hacking the door is child’s play afterwards.
The emperor assumed a floating fortress would keep the Marble safe.  He’s a fool.  The highest branches hold the sweetest fruits.  I pluck this one.  
-
I plummet like a missile towards the planet’s surface, and my suit automatically adjusts to compensate for shifts in pressure.  Not only is this the neatest escape I’ve ever made, it’s the most fun.  The heist went exactly to my meticulous plan, and they don’t even know the Marble’s missing.  Blowjobs and shot-glasses await.
I scan the surface for my landing pad, and nearly shit myself.  It’s not there.
-
The sky is mostly clear and blue above me, and I float comfortably atop waves, co
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 3 5
Literature
FFM18 30: Pedants
‘55
A STORY
1000 WORDS.’

She didn’t think it counted as flash fiction, but he insisted that it was the exact definition, and he challenged ‘them’ to say otherwise.  When ‘they’ arrived that night, pitchforks and torches in hand, she didn’t have a chance to say ‘I told you so’ before they took him away.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 0 4
Literature
FFM18 27 - Unstoppable
With one last ringing slash, I mow through five soldiers standing between me and escape, and they rupture in a violent spray of gore. I burst through the portal, triumphant and unstoppable.  No foe can challenge me.
Then my alarm buzzes, and I remember my deadline.  Dropping the controller, I fearfully rush back to work.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 0 1
Literature
FFM18 28 - Of Sheirn and Bol
Zhertva was not a Believer.  Not in a proper sense like that, anyway.  He knew that the Bol watched over them from the night sky, and he tried to live well under their guidance, but it wasn’t a core belief of his.  If pressed, he might even admit that he scarcely believed those old tales of the Bol actually walking the face of Sheirlan.  Surely, they were more like spirits: intangible and distant somehow.
This one was neither intangible nor distant.
The man towered over Zhertva, somehow conveying a sense of tremendous power despite his frail appearance.  He lacked the intricate facial markings that all of the Sheirn bore, but Zhertva doubted that meant he lacked the gifts that came with the ‘mask.’  His fair skin and hair, as well as his bizarrely golden eyes, gave the impression of a phantom, but he had no difficulty spinning around an enormous sword and sinking it into the soil a mere foot in front of where Smert knelt.
“You must,
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 0 2
Literature
FFM18 25 - Grundy
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on a Tuesday,
Indoctrinated on a Wednesday,
Restrained, tested, poked with a million little needles and augmented with biomechanical weaponry while propaganda blared on a Thursday,
Armed and deployed on a Friday,
Died on a Saturday,
Cloned on a Sunday,
This was just the beginning,
Of Solomon Grundy.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 1 4
Literature
FFM18 24 - A Good Man
Abigail awoke to a warm body wrapping around her and a softly whispered “Happy Matriarchy Day.”  She smiled without opening her eyes, and the voice continued.  “I got you a present!”  
She rolled over and grinned at the well-groomed man in bed beside her.  “Gimme,” she said with a giggle, and Beta popped up out of the bed like an excited puppy, bounding to the closet and returning with a bundle wrapped in tissue paper.  She ripped it open quickly exclaimed, holding up a beautiful silk scarf, expertly dyed and detailed into a piece of artwork.  “Baby!  How did you possibly afford this?”
He grinned innocently and heaved his shoulders in an exaggerated shrug.  “I don’t think that’s the sort of question you’re supposed to ask about a present, my love.”  She reached up to grab the little padlock on his collar and pulled him in to give him a long warm kiss on the lips. &
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 1 8
Literature
FFM18 19 - Ratramentum (Pt 3)
                Somewhere down the tunnel, the sound of inhuman screams was drawing closer, and Malachi felt a hard grin crease his face.  He fucking lived for this shit.
 
                Behind him laid miles of disgusting sewers, almost aglow with radioactive wildmagic.  Directly in front of him stood a massive vault door, and the other members of the Dead Rats.  Randall was carefully examining the seams and engravings, reaching out with his senses to feel for traps and defense measures, while Scarra was reaching out with hers in the opposite direction.  Gadgets and artifacts had always been Randall’s bag, but she did better with the raw power of life and death.
 
                “What the--?” she murmured to herself, trying to identify what manner
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 5 3
Literature
FFM18 23 - Troy
‘You always get the one with the shitty wheel,’ Troy hissed.
I rolled my eyes and pushed the shopping cart through the automatic glass doors.  “They all have shitty wheels,” I said, without moving my mouth.   “It’s a cosmic law or something.”
‘That’s… not—‘
“It’s a joke, Troy.”  I pushed the cart through the grocer’s section, picking through vegetables.  “What’s got you in such a mood anyway?”
‘Seriously?  I’m fucking pent up.  I don’t like being a prisoner.’
“Maybe you’ll remember that next time you cause trouble,” I chided, and felt my lips twist into a smirk.  
‘Come on, just let me blow off some steam.’  He paused, and his voice shifted.  ‘You know I’m harder to manage when you let me get all built up like this.’
I grabbed a couple of tomatoes and tossed
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 4 7
Literature
FFM 22: Phil, Saviour of Mankind
After society crumbled, we each had our skills to offer.  Clara knew how to cast and re-load bullets, and her sister knew how to repair firearms.  Marcus was an electrician and Jaime was a nurse.  Everyone did what they could for the colony, but Phil did the most with three simple words:
“Have another brownie.”
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 1 2
Literature
FFM18 21 - Gratitude
There were twelve of them, when the round-ears threw them into the labyrinth.  It had been dark down there, even for their incredible eyes, and they had been forced to navigate the darkness entirely by sound and touch.  If there was a target objective, their captors hadn’t shared it with them, simply left them to grope their way around endless twisting corridors full of traps and hazards.  Creatures crawled in those shadows along with them, not the least of which were the filthy humans themselves.
Kiar’s people had never imagined such savagery before the light-skinned creatures appeared upon their shores, with their tangled beards and wide, round eyes and ears.  The humans had proven themselves not only formidable, but also devilishly cruel.  If the screams of his friends and fellow villagers dying in the tunnels didn’t unsettle him, the way that the walls completely deprived him of reaching his magic did the job.  
Several times, he hear
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 2 4
Literature
FFM18 20 - Mercy
For ages beyond reckoning, I suffered.  Before there were numbers with which to count the days, He shaped us from heat and light and will, like iron on the anvil.  With us, He invented devotion and love, as well slavery, cruelty, torture.  We were His wrath when the land needed to be washed with blood, and we passed along the gifts of agony that Father had bestowed upon us.
Until finally I could take no more.
My head felt lighter when I laid down my halo, and when He cast me into the pit, the flames felt like divine mercy.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 3 3
Literature
FFM18 18 - Selkie
One last time, she watched the sun set into the ocean.  Like every night before it, she wondered where in those depths her love currently laid, and if he was well.  Once, she would’ve spent this time fantasizing about his form breaking from the foam and surf, shedding his tentacles to join the world of man again.  Those fantasies died long ago, and cold reality had taken their place.  He was never coming back.  But she was resourceful.  And determined.  
When the last golden ray dwindled on the horizon, she began to walk toward it, pulling her new sealskin on.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 2 6
Literature
FFM18 17 - Perfect
He believed nothing was perfect, so she took him to Manhattan in early spring.  The air was clear and warm, and a blue sky hung suspended atop inconceivably tall spires and towers.  In top-hat and tails, she showed him the best spots: her favorite diner, the best pizza, the artsiest corners of the Village and the Bronx, and finally an enormous rock outcropping near one edge of Central Park.  The stars twinkled overhead, and the city sang.
She watched his face intently, eagerly awaiting his reaction.  And when he kissed her, pure crystalline snow began to fall upon them.
Perfection.
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 2 6
Literature
FFM18 16 - MacMurphy's Law
When Charlie walked into his office, I was sitting on his desk with his own pistol aimed at his chest.  I’ll be honest, guns aren’t my thing and I don’t even know if this fucker was loaded, but damn I looked cool with the cigarette parked in the corner of my mouth.  My hat rested on the desk next to me, so the bastard could get a good look at my horns and … skin condition.
“Boy isn’t your face red,” I drawled.  “Close the door and sit down, Charlie.”
The guy crossed himself.  God that annoys me, for some reason.  But he did as he was told, never taking his wide, terrified eyes off my face.  I leveled the gun at his head and asked: “Anything you wanna tell me, Charles?”
“S-S-Satan?”  he forced out.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.  “Stan.”  I clicked back the hammer and raised an eyebrow.  My eyes were probably blazing.  They do that sometimes, a s
:icondistortified:distortified
:icondistortified:distortified 1 10

Random Favourites

Journal
Art History Spotlight: Impressionism
Greetings and salutations, deviants!  Today I bring to you the first of what is hopefully a monthly series: Art History.
The Art History Series will be exploring various movements in art, the technique used therein, major artists behind it, and its influence on dA!
This first spotlight is on Impressionism, chosen really because it's my favorite. :B
Impressionism
[im-presh-uh-niz-uhm]
as defined by Merriam-Webster
    
1 : a theory or practice in painting especially among French painters of about 1870 of depicting the natural appearances of objects by means of dabs or strokes of primary unmixed colors in order to simulate actual reflected light
So, to break it down less stiffly, impressionism is really a portrayal of light and its relationship with color.  It is a movement based heavily on observation of how light interacts with life.
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked 90 27
Journal
Art History Contest: Impressionism
Edit:I forgot to tell you how to submit!!
Submit your work to
Contests & Projects> Contests> 2008> Art History> Impressionism!!
Following the article released yesterday, of Art History Spotlight: Impressionism, the Traditional Gallery presents to you:
Drumroll, please...
The Art History Contest!
Each month, as we address different movements, chosen by you in a poll, there will be an educational article followed by a contest on the movement itself.
This month, your mission is to create a painting or mixed media work based on art made in the Impressionism movement.
Prizes first:
:star:First Prize: 25 deviant dollars and a 3 month subscription
:star:Second Prize: 10 deviant dollars and a 3 month subscription
:star:Third Prize: 3 month subscription
Rules
:bulletblue: Only traditional media will be accepted.
:bulletred: The piece must reflect at least some of the tech
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked 58 44
Journal
Need an Alternative to MS Word and Notepad?
For 12 hours only you can get Liquid Story Binder for free! It's a dynamic and helpful program. Check it out today!
[http://www.giveawayoftheday.com/liquid-story-binder-xe-291/]
:iconStJoan:StJoan
:iconstjoan:StJoan 41 44
Journal
Artist Relations Newsletter - June 26, 2008
Director of Artist Relations :iconMoonbeam13:   &    Assistant Director of Artist Relations :iconfallenrox:
The purpose of Artist Relations is to strengthen the community spirit as well as network with fellow artists so that we may bring outside opportunities to you, and help you to hone your skills. Contact the Gallery Director that best represents your art style and tell them your ideas. Need support for a contest? Advice on your artwork? Tips for how to get involved? Perhaps you have feedback for the administration. Artist Relations is your one stop shop for all of your Artistic needs. Gallery Directors are constantly giving your feedback and suggestions to us in an effort to make deviantART best represent the needs and wants of the community.
News
:bulletgreen: It's been a while so this update is long. However, it would be anything but right if we didn't start by recognizing equivoque and feawen for their dedicat
:iconMoonbeam13:Moonbeam13
:iconmoonbeam13:Moonbeam13 114 37
Journal
Top Picks Under 50 Vol. 3
Here we are with Volume 3 of Top Picks under 50!
I hope you enjoy this feature, we've got some awesome artists featured this time around, and the work is great!
Thank you to the following suggesters:
:iconEmeowrald::iconeightoutside::iconpolaroit::iconJagger-moon::iconcowbucket:



Zhang Ziyi by GyllenePortraitsOfTheWorld-Wisdom by vasodelirium
Doc Ock by 7-MattWolve Pupies 'scratch board' by Yuki-Oyu:thumb77188637:
:thumb44626856:Disappointment by hatziel-oneMademoiselle Rabbit by HillaryWhiteRabbit
:thumb89961153::thumb89023503::thumb89585623:
:thumb86996442:Green Nape Lorikeet ACEO by PannyaSketchbook- Pen And Ink by Underpants
Madonna II by Esteljf10 by nikolaishuryginStill she has no name by Sleetwealth
:thumb90651430::thumb90648949:Keep It Reel by JimmyNotHendrix
:thumb90597847:Superbeast - Zombieater Collab by Hex36Muerta by Hishida
Due to the fact that I didn't get as many suggesters this time around, There isn't a my top picks section, since my top picks fill about half the newletter. :lol:
So, comb through those Traditional Art Galleries!
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked
:iconoilsoaked:oilsoaked 41 24
I'm a fucking shark by Evil-Within-Me
Mature content
I'm a fucking shark :iconevil-within-me:Evil-Within-Me 13 16
Spidey vs Venom by Nezart Spidey vs Venom :iconnezart:Nezart 162 16 Mack the knife by Nezart Mack the knife :iconnezart:Nezart 94 24 E-A-S-T by sparkpenguin E-A-S-T :iconsparkpenguin:sparkpenguin 7 50 Save a dragon by cafeinomane Save a dragon :iconcafeinomane:cafeinomane 1,407 133 Chibi guyver by GiantAlucard Chibi guyver :icongiantalucard:GiantAlucard 183 27 Nintendo DS by darkfury Nintendo DS :icondarkfury:darkfury 5 2 Destrier Lake by 1pen Destrier Lake :icon1pen:1pen 61 64 Milestone by 1pen Milestone :icon1pen:1pen 124 81
You are obligated to love all of these people/pieces. Because I said so.

Activity


69 deviations
The Beast taught me how to do ritual magic, and I picked it up quick and easy.  He whispered dark rites in my ear, and I carried them out with reckless abandon.  This sort of magic was fueled by emotions, and I had a lot of those.  I imagine that’s what opened the door for the hellion in the first place.  My rage and disillusionment with the world around me must have been like an express highway into my psyche for the bastard.

“Good,” he whispered as I stood over the convoluted geometric lines inside my channeling circle.  “Yessss.  Gather it all up and make them suffer for what they’ve done to you.”

We’d already done a few smaller jobs—taking out my boss and the like—but this was my first time going large-scale.  I felt a nervous fear in my gut, but I was all too happy to swan-dive into the tumultuous waves of my own emotions.  The thoughts I had tried to suppress or pack away all came flooding out, and for once I basked in them, embracing the agony and hatred and sorrow in my soul.

High school came rushing up from the bottom, four years of intermingled social nightmares and brainwashing.  Every bully, everybody who ever turned me down for a date, every failed test that I had broken my back to study for, they all rose to the surface like bloated corpses, and I pushed them into the ball of energy between my hands.

I thought of years wasted in customer service, of every leering face that had stood in front of my register and screamed about their disappointment.  Every promotion that I was denied, every boss that ever implied I was stupid or less than them, every paycheck I was ever shorted on.  The ball glowed brighter, blazing like a tiny ultraviolet star.  

I thought of betrayal.  I thought of my wife fucking my best friend behind my back. I thought of the family that excommunicated me, and of every friend who disappeared without a word or a wave goodbye.  I thought of the father that existed predominately in post-cards and memories.

The Beast loomed over my shoulder, watching my progress, and I could feel the excitement emanating off of him as sure as I could smell his hot breath on my neck and something hard poking my lower back.  

“Goooooddd… Moooree...”

I imagined half of my country voting that the other half didn’t matter.  I imagined neighbors and co-workers dismissing hate crimes.  I imagined a million memes on social media, parroting Nazi propaganda re-dressed for modern sensibilities.  I imagined children dying on beaches or in secret holding facilities, and I imagined a society of Good People pretending that it wasn’t an atrocity.

The ball between my hands had turned pure black, collapsing into something that appeared to be golf ball size but felt like it might have held the universe within.  My fingers tingled and burned with the effort of containing the energy, and finally the Beast whispered again.

“Perrrfeect.  Now, you know what to do.  Let it goooo, childe.  Direct all of that pain and hatred, aim it at the causes of your misery, and let rip.”

Clenching my eyes shut, I did as I was told.  I visualized my target with an almost inhuman level of focus, drew a deep breath and turned around in place.  The Beast’s face was a flash of surprise and anger as I unleashed the entirety of the blast directly into his chest.  There was no sound, no whooshing of air or concussive force, just a continuous beam of energy that erased the demonic stain from the fabric of reality.  

And just as the demon had bade me, I had finally destroyed the true cause of my misery.
FFM 29 - Cause of Misery
Flash-Fic-Month July 29, 2018

Okay, it's actually august but WHATEVER.  This was the only day I was still missing.  I am now officially caught up with flash fic month.  
Loading...
As a Cosmic Marine, Sam was a specialist.  He was proficient in seven forms of hand-to-hand combat, deadly accurate with every standard military firearm, and known for wrestling Tyrannosaurus Aliens with his bare fists.  He was a tactical genius, fully capable of repairing the Tachyon Drives of his personal planet-hopper. There was no more qualified soldier in the galaxy, and no faster tongue in the Corps.  It was that tongue, however, that had landed him his latest shift in rank.

He reached through a holographic windshield, snatching the driver out by their throat.  Locking eyes, he snarled:  “No.  Parking.  Permit.”
FFM18 26 - The New Job
Flash-Fic-Month July 26, 2018
Challenge: It was a bunch of trope stuff but it basically boils down as an Almighty Janitor (Exaggerated, in the form of the world's greatest soldier as a parking guard), Applied Phlebotinum (Implied, in the Tachyon Drive), and The Guards Must Be Crazy (Inverted, thereby making Sam a highly adept and skilled guard)

I am so late on this.  Mleh.   This was also a collaborative effort with inksoaked, who will be uploading her companion piece in a few seconds.  We're fucking awesome and stuff.  
Loading...
I infiltrate the Republic starship, and oh lord am I good at this shit.  Nobody hears the guards drop, and nobody will find their bodies.  When they wake, I’ll be gone and their memories will be fuzzy.  Hacking the door is child’s play afterwards.

The emperor assumed a floating fortress would keep the Marble safe.  He’s a fool.  The highest branches hold the sweetest fruits.  I pluck this one.  

-

I plummet like a missile towards the planet’s surface, and my suit automatically adjusts to compensate for shifts in pressure.  Not only is this the neatest escape I’ve ever made, it’s the most fun.  The heist went exactly to my meticulous plan, and they don’t even know the Marble’s missing.  Blowjobs and shot-glasses await.

I scan the surface for my landing pad, and nearly shit myself.  It’s not there.

-

The sky is mostly clear and blue above me, and I float comfortably atop waves, contemplating where I went wrong.  My plan had been flawless, and I had executed it with remarkable panache, from heist to daring escape…and landed hundreds of miles off-target.  

Suit life support will keep me alive until I find shore, I’m sure.  Probably.  Doesn’t matter.  All that matters is that I have the MacGuffin Marble.
FFM18 31 - The Marble Strikes Back
Flash-Fic-Month July 31, 2018

Challenge: Have a criminal in your story, don't do anything on dry land, and choose from one of three different writing styles, which I chose the 369er format.

And hey look it's the marble from several years ago!

I'm kinda bummed it's the last day of FFM actually.  I still need to do my day 26 challenge, which I'm gonna do tomorrow, probably as a collab with inksoaked.  

I still feel stories down in my gut this time, so maybe I'll keep writing.  Just maybe lol.  
Loading...
‘55
A STORY
1000 WORDS.’


She didn’t think it counted as flash fiction, but he insisted that it was the exact definition, and he challenged ‘them’ to say otherwise.  When ‘they’ arrived that night, pitchforks and torches in hand, she didn’t have a chance to say ‘I told you so’ before they took him away.
FFM18 30: Pedants
Flash-Fic-Month July 30, 2018

This was a collaborative effort with inksoaked.  We worked very hard on it, lazing about around the laptop and groaning at each other about how we don't have the energy for this shit and being an adult is impossible.  

I still have a challenge I need to make up from last week, but it will never compare to this masterpiece right here.  
Loading...
    Yup, you know the drill.  It's FFM again, so I'm crawling out of the cave and throwing my literary spoor at the walls and anyone who makes the mistake of showing me their teeth.  /awkwardgorillametaphor

    Also!  The Lady in Black received a DD last month, and of course I didn't notice it until weeks later.  So, belatedly, thank you so much to neurotype and all of the folks who took the time to read, comment, and fave it!  I'll be digging through my message center when I have time, and properly responding to all the wonderful comments.

    On the subject of time, I should note that I may not be as active this July as I have been in previous years.  I'm working in a steel shop now, and we have a lot of projects coming up that are chewing up a whole lot of my time.  What's left generally goes to the wife and kiddo.  I actually spent all of last month saying "Screw FFM this year, I'm not doing it."  But I still left the AJM project hanging at the end of last year, so I had to come and try to tie it up.  Which means that my pieces this year may not always fit the challenges, or stand up well as flash fiction.  I'm trying to tie together the pieces that I set up last year, and I won't always be able to make these new ones stand alone.  But I'm seriously trying to have a satisfying conclusion to the mystery of the Door by the end of this month!  

    Anyway, what is everyone else up to?  What have I missed?
  • Listening to: The Lost Highway Soundtrack
  • Reading: Flash Fics, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
  • Watching: Orange is the New Black
  • Playing: Pokemon X
  • Eating: Cuban Food
  • Drinking: Coke

deviantID

distortified
The Great and Powerful PuP
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Oh lord, I've been meaning to make an ID for more than two years now. For now, just use this as a picture of me-

:D

Current Residence: Verona, NJ
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small/Medium
Favourite genre of music: The good kind: EBM, Electronic, Industrial, Classic Rock, Blues, Jungle Pussy Punk,
Favourite photographer: `limetastic, ^limnides, `pelicanh
Favourite style of art: Pixels!
Operating System: WinXP (Though I'm on Mac OSX, now. >_<)
MP3 player of choice: Pandora.com Radio. Seriously, it beats MP3s, or the actual radio.
Shell of choice: Conch
Favourite cartoon character: Dr. Membrane (From Invader Zim)
Personal Quote: Some folks say that chocolate is better than sex? Writing's better than chocolate.
Interests

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconlady-pilot:
Lady-Pilot Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2018
Happy birthday in advance and best wishes!
Reply
:iconcrazeguy:
crazeguy Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you! ^ ^
Reply
:icon1pen:
1pen Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2017  Professional Photographer
:party::cake::heart: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :heart::cake::party:
Reply
:iconzjoriz:
zJoriz Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2017
Congratulations ^_^
Reply
:iconestherlr:
EstherLR Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for that fav, o great FFM senior of mine :worship:
Reply
:icondistortified:
distortified Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Oh lord hahah none of that, now. You're very welcome! I'm always glad to see the new blood doing cool stuff :love:
Reply
:iconthebigtear:
thebigtear Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday~~~! :3
Reply
:icon1pen:
1pen Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2015  Professional Photographer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! :glomp:
Reply
:icondistortified:
distortified Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
:glomp: thank you!

I know we don't talk anymore, but I hope you know that you're still awesome and I miss our absurd conversations! I'm trying to be more active on dA lately, so hopefully we can get back to those days haha
Reply
:icon1pen:
1pen Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2016  Professional Photographer
Seriously what have you two been up to? I MISS YOU PEOPLE SO FREAKING MUCH.  I haven't been on dA in awhile (back now tho), because twitter ate me alive. Pretty active on both. Also so much work. Family. etc.  
Reply
Add a Comment: