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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
To Dream of Falling
I dream of falling. It's not a dream common to angels.  After all, we have a pair of wings--or two or three--and we can use them.  We float upon the air, dance among the stars, shape the clouds with our breath, and so on.  All that lovely wordplay to describe an indescribable.  A joy, a graceless power.  Flight. Humans dream of it often, I am told.  It makes sense.  They have no wings save for what they create with their hands.  Airplanes, hang gliders, helicopters.  Kites.  They are obsessed with the sky, more so than the angels themselves, many of whom will fly three thousand miles rather than walk across the street. And yet I dream of f
The Phillipians to St. Paul
When light flooded your eyelids & permanently blinded you that was Jesus' love, covering your skin like the palm of a hand. It was then you found you were as zealous in persecuting trash & the gods we make of our stomachs as ever you were in persecuting Christians with the brand. How they recoiled from you when you began effusing to them in fires & gibberish tongues! For the light that filled you was eruptive & though you speak of your own life as if it could be a drink offering, you are a fire work & we are attending the fuse.
for her.
it's midnight and I'm writing love letters on my skin to the woman who raised me. it's midnight and every limb has a story. all my collarbone remembers is the frantic hurry of your footsteps when it broke under the weight of gravity and mistaken desire to fly and my broken pink umbrella, long-gone, remembers too. my elbows remember the firm pull of your hands in the grocery store. my cheeks remember your makeup and my clumsy fingers dipping in like paint pots and my neck remembers all your strands of pearls. I remember when you were young again and wearing red and holding cups of tea in hands that didn't shake yet and I remembe
Morning - for Carl Sandburg
The morning erupts          on little cat feet A flick of the tail          a breath exhaled               too fast at the end of a leap and then A paw,     placed on lid's soft fan of lash breath whirring, throaty, warm          nose             to          nose eyes still closed Then          open Thwack – A stunning velvet attack     innocent lids           unwarned     warm sheets      no safe haven The morning erupts     on little cat feet.
nowhere else
it rains hard enough that i can finally sit quietly, as if lighting candles. maybe there is nowhere else to be. a cup of water trembles on the table as if afraid, kept too long from the useful yearning of roots, from the anonymous way rain falls. i light one candle then another, quietly, as if lighting candles. the rain keeps pressing damp invisible flowers against the window, reminding me how long the near-dark lasts, how the woods at the edge of the yard never see, but thirst enough to catch fire. each candle moves like the rain, each quieting life from lives of their own. in the half-light coming in, i can pretend
When we went to Norway we killed slugs. We ate dinner at midnight as the sun revolved overhead, spinning in slow concentric circles, never dipping beyond the horizon.  There was no night. We looked up at the clouds, and she asked us if we wanted to do her a favor-to justify spending the night in her garage apartment at no cost.  We weren't freeloaders, so we said O.K.  She told us about the slugs. There were hundreds of them crawling around the garden area-small families leaving slime trails on rock walls.  We collected them one at a time, placing each of them in a huge plastic bag.  We saw them pile on top of each other, felt their collec
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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: