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Stupid Powers: On Fire
Mohawked Individual Saves Nation's Economy Using Flaming Sneeze Power NEW YORK (AP) — Wall Street is reporting an unexpected boom today, with stock values of nearly every company on the Dow showing a drastic spike upward as the stock market came to a close Monday. Insiders and economic experts say that the cause of the sudden rise is a punk in Queens with the power to sneeze fire. Nathan Caulfield, a Clifton, New Jersey native sporting a spiked leather-clad jacket and a mohawk almost as tall as the head it sits on, says he was grabbing lunch with a friend when it happened. He was about to bite into a hot dog when he felt the sneeze coming on, and he didn't have enough time to turn his head away. The next thing he knew, his hot dog had an excellent char to it. As with all news in New York, talk of the flaming sneeze traveled fast, and in under an hour it reached the front steps of 11 Wall Street before it then quickly traveled inside. "It's the best news we could have hoped for,"
Six years ago, I stood at the coast, sand settled between my toes more strongly than I was to the earth around me, wondering when things would get better— better, like bathing daily, buying groceries instead of not eating, sleeping for more than two hours at a time and waking up better, like pool swimming, skimming the surface with a hand to save a beetle that landed and wondered if things would get better, like toes settled in sand at the beach, the Pacific reaching onward, outward, endless— and I wonder now how many times things got better while I wasn't looking
at night when the sea rushes in to meet the land I climb into the bathtub and make an island of myself
Desk Birds
When the beams finally gave way and the attic collapsed into the cloud of smoke that had threatened to billow through the roof, his eyes blazed the same orange-red that peeked through the smoke. He stared at it from the cover of a bush across the field behind the house, unmoving as it collapsed in on itself, bit by bit, board by board. Even as the last embers caught on the evening breeze before the fire ran out of things to burn, he remained, unmoving. When the last haze of light crept away over the horizon, he ran, eyes held shut until he cleared the first few trees that marked the edge of the forest. As he passed more trees—from memory, from practice—he slowly let his eyes creep open, the blazing orange-red illuminating the floor of dark forest in front of him as he ran. His guardians had taught him this. They’d practiced it over and over again, in case the day ever came. He was to run and not look back, to travel by darkness until he reached the bunker at the base of the far
It was far from the first time a dreamhopper tried to escape, and Dr. Markus Albrecht knew it would be far from the last. Hell, Reik had done it at least four times since discovering he could, and once his time in solitary was up, there was no doubt he’d do it again. The problem wasn’t that the dreamhoppers could bounce between dreams and potentially escape; every leap from one dream to the next left a trail of sorts, lingering magic that would lead to the next dream, and so on. No, the problem was more complex, and was one he should’ve expected that Belcott had figured out already. Once a dreaming person was pulled from their dream back into the waking world, their dreamscape would exist only in their subconscious, and it became much more difficult to find any trail to follow in the first place. “Sir, Reik has been locked down in simulated dream space. They recommend giving him about 6 hours to make sure his consciousness is still all there before speaking with him.” Markus sighed,
A Simple Task
It was supposed to be a simple task. Deliver the pouch to the old lady who lived in the house up the hill, get paid, then be on her merry way. As soon as she arrived and saw that the front door of the dilapidated manor was wide open, hanging on one barely attached hinge, she took her phone out of her pocket and called him back. When it went to the man’s answering machine, she said in no uncertain terms that the pay rate would be double the original quote. Once sure the message had been left, she stepped inside the house, braced for something far less than simple. Upon seeing the remains of the old lady on the dining room table, carved out in a way that could only be described as grotesque, she called him back again, this time demanding triple the original quote. He still didn’t answer, so as she climbed the stairs to the second floor landing, she sent him a text as well. After she killed the first hired gun on the second floor, she called him once more, this time stating that she
the Kamogawa flows from mountain to ocean— ritual routine like the sun rising and professing my love to you




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Distant Dreams
Prisoner of my own fears!
Weapon Test
Sky is the limit
frosty silence...
A Period Of Clear Weather
Togawano Kiba
Wyrmling Ghostwrite
new millennium toothache w feeder hand, aluminum bubblegum knuckle muncher bumpin' phoenix plumage...    & I rock the Rings, now! supernova falcon flipper - was-a-real-boy chicken shitter - fist-fuck photon vision sifter -   soullost, anon forgetter -   so lost, rewind protector -   dead princess bone collector -   hopelessly tethered to the Ghosts, remember?     Nah, man, I don't know any of the Ghosts by name    but I've been following the will'o'wisps     chasin' knowledge, speed & blame     try
Of Half-Filled Words
She is not a flutterbird. Her fingers are skittish, her smile is not. Do not fear that you will drive it away. Sadness is her fumbling limb. It is unwanted, yet necessary. When it is January she will tell you, "I am still struggling. And I am becoming so many people all at once. A conglomeration of beauty that I have managed to mangle. Please, do not be sad for me." Sometimes her sorrow is meant for you. But mostly her. Those specks and spots of ocean storm lulls reveal her truths: ones she does not want to extract from herself. Her heart is not a rabbit. When it beats faster, faster, faster, you need not run harder
You Slept Through The Alarm Again - Little Aubade
If, perhaps, you had turned at that moment and your hair had caught in your fingers, the straw being fed into the spindle, struck by the high, thin light of first waking, the whorl of a single line descendent from the sun, born watery from the gap below one velveteen curtain, all of it staining over gold and dusty and slow, the edge of your mouth might have met the edge of my mouth, narrow gaps both without attention opening—if, perhaps you had turned again, your hand could have met the curve of my neck, your canvas rough fingers tying knots of my hair and I would have sighed, thick spreading in your ear like the light it
dives and lazarus
the last time i saw you i made sure to keep my dress on, kept my distance as we spoke from across the room, land locked and the air discerning and smelling of vomit " you don't have to be so caustic about this " i am raw, in the least and it became winter in the summer streaked room we bathed in, your mattress bare and sullen stains of hurt and nights with other women, aging in wild abandon, i left. in fear of bearing your surname, i stayed.
Evangelos and that film from 1986
Evangelos and that film from 1986 I am not a fish. My mother is a fish. You should know, my great-uncle Peter From Hungary has a daughter With whom I fell in love when once I was there That time I braided her ashen grey hair In braids Two My mother's best friend only spoke Italian He did taekwondo, jiujitsu And played Santa every year He was Portuguese I want to enchant you with my secret code Once again it has to be said: There is no story The hedgehog is sleeping in the garden, his father and The squirrel: Today they are wearing Winter scarfs Instead of ties They will hold session until deep in the night About money
2nd person fiction and You
You like fiction written in the second person. You may not admit it to yourself, but deep down, you really do. It teases you with its confrontational otherness, its flamboyantly displayed post-modernism, its teeth. Do not look at its teeth. You do not want to look at its teeth. Fiction written in the second person and you have a long history of denial. At first, you were sure it couldn't be done. Then it was done, and it was done to you, and you liked it, too, but it was only the one time and you were kind of drunk. It was an experiment, and it was interesting as an experiment, but that was all it was. Only, of course, it wasn't. Fiction
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Show Your Heart: Participated in DeviantArt's 2019 Valentine's Day celebrations
Khush: Participated in April Fools' Day 2019
30 Days of Pride: Participated in Pride Month 2019
Bunny the Red Panda: Helped defeat ten djinn with Ari Banks and Bunny
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Hi there! I'm a storyteller of sorts, and a Community Moderator here on DeviantArt! Feel free to say hi, and if you need help with something, send me a note and I'll be happy to help as much as I can.

Comme Des Garcons
Hi all! Been a bit since my last journal, but I've been around and busy here still, I promise! Personal life has been pretty calm, but also exciting and weird in that now I am planning a wedding—exciting because planning a wedding is exciting, but weird in that I didn't think I'd ever have a wedding myself. :lmao: Buying a ring to propose to someone else with was tricky enough, but no one told me that I'd then also have to help my fiance pick out a ring for me, which has proven infinitely more difficult :laughing: Outside of that, I've been trying to get back to cooking and baking at home more, which thus far has been successful. I'm making myself buy different groceries every week so I make new recipes, in the hope that I cook more while also stop myself from getting bored of leftovers and defaulting to eating out because of it. How are you all doing? Recent Favourites Around the Community
What You Waiting For
Happy new year! I realize it's a bit belated, given we're almost a full calendar week into the year already, but, well, I was on vacation. :giggle: So, I am here now to wish you all a good new year! I am playing catch up in the wake of being gone for almost two weeks, so if you contacted me and I haven't replied by the end of the week, feel free to follow up with me again to be safe. :) 2019 was a year of many changes for me, in terms of work, and life, and everything else. Most of the changes actually happened in December 2018, but it was all throughout 2019 that the aftermath of those changes seemed to happen. It feels in some ways that I am repeating that process again with 2019 going into 2020, but much like with last year, I feel good about the changes, not least of which being that I am now engaged :la: So, I'm hopeful about the coming year. I don't normally make resolutions, just because I feel like I should hold myself to doing better things whenever I feel like I
12 Days of Features, Day 12: Merry Christmas!
I'm taking part in the 12 Days of Features for this holiday season, and you should do the same! (It might be the last day, but if you've got some time, you can still make it happen. ;) ) For the final feature, the theme is A Few of My Favorite Things, so here are some favorites from my inspiration collection!

Deviousness Award

A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
Awarded Mar 2016

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Jess-madhouseHobbyist Artist

Thank you for the watch :)

ikazon Writer

My pleasure, thank you for sharing your work with us! :la:

EvuieHobbyist General Artist
Heya! Quick question, if I may... 

Which CV do I suggest scenery models to, just so I know in the future?
ikazon Writer

Hiya! It depends on the medium used, if it's traditional art then it can go to the trad CVs, and if digital, then the digital CVs. :D Also, for the future, Moonbeam13 is the one to ask for CV related questions!

EvuieHobbyist General Artist
Awesome, thank you! :la:
Welcome on board ! :)
ikazon Writer

Cheers! Thanks for sharing your work with us :la: