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the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which lay stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wal
Timing angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anch
Intru intuneric Distanţa dintre idea de alienare şi emoţia care a generat-o se regăseşte la semi-zei în paralelismul ombilical dintre făt şi pântecul purtător.Simetria dintre naturile atât divine şi umane stă în nevoia primară de a se hrăni,proprietate a celulei ce şi-a însuşit diviziunea ca mod de a genera lumină la semi-zei pe de o parte şi de a razbate la lumină ca un adevăr de cealaltă parte a naturii.Dar se uită atât de repede dorinţa ce a generat viaţa să se dividă,să se rupă de un instinct ce domină orice celulă sa se conserve şi să-şi însuşească propria temporalitate pentru a găsi în sine imaginea pe care va trebui să o transmită mai departe.Această imagine este un construct spaţio-temporal ajuns la maturitate şi astfel epuizat.El va trece mai depar
Transarea carnii Tăietorii de cadavre se repeziră la grămada umană ce zăcea împuţită într-o groapă la marginea unui zid pe care femeile îi spuseseră,al plânsului.Zidul delimita pe cei cu conştiinţă de cealaltă pleavă umană care găsise un mod brutal de a-şi bate joc de existenţă.Aici,de această parte se îmbulzeau pentru a-şi satisface foamea cu lături şi resturi de carne pe care cei puşi în slujba religiei de stat le aruncau celor pe care îi numeau nespălaţi.Dezgustători la înfăţişare fiecare purta pecetea unui păcat ce îl individualiza printre cei asemenea etichetaţi drept sub oameni.Cu apucături ce ţinteau să le satisfacă orgoliul că reprezintă o sub-specie de oameni pe care nu poţi să o pui la lucru ci doar să o hrăneşti pentru a
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Paranoia inimii Viaţa este în nevoie pe acest Pământ pentru a găsi recolta perfectă.Materiale modificate genetic ne otrăvesc trupurile pentru a creşte tot mai puternici.Nu putem înlocui încă revoluţia ciclică a pomului vieţii cu amplificatoare de verdeaţă.Dacă vrem să creem acest miracol va trebui să găsim o alternativă la cursul vieţii şi să învăţăm să murim,nu în progresie numerică aşa cum astăzi ştiinţa nu reuşeşte să protejeze viaţa ci să extirpăm din inimă acele pulsiuni care încetinesc viaţa şi o aduc tot mai aproape de sfârşit.Credeţi că acum doua milioane de ani când sistemul nostru solar a calătorit prin cea mai violentă parte a galaxiei ştiinţa l-a protejat de extincţia speciilor cărora le-a dat na
Who's what,where?I've come upon these questions,what and who is God?
They talk about the will of God through representation.
But we all know that the world is at your will through representation.
What about a presence in space and time,other than your own.
Are you acknowledging the others?
Will that make any difference?
Not for those who can jump in space and time.
The mirror of a self at different ages other than your own.
Ancient Science of the SoulThe soul of man was ever present in himself.All forms of animism are too primitive to be a scold,a home that refuses to seek an infiltration of the soul in their religious rituals which embolden these humanoids before hunting or establishing a time for a rich booty.The soul recognizes itself after its imperative vocal cords, then in the subdued heart that pours through an effusion in the heartbeats of this continuous closeness.The wound has opened its empathy for the other acknowledgment.Whether he agrees or not he is now your accomplice.But to share these feelings it's already a degradation,from this height to swoop upon what is unable to restraint itself in the myriad of the soul into another without having to cause a sudden death of perception.Because isn't it so,they have a soul who recognizes himself in the troubles of the heart, when annoyance occur when they see their mistakes.Few are the cases when all this scum of feelings that began naturally in the heart and in good faith se
Daddy!N! x Mommy!Reader! - First time Dad
I was so happy right now. I was holding my wife, (Name), on our couch. She had just fell asleep on my chest. She was so cute right now. Her (hair color) hair cascaded down me like a fine silk. Her fair skin was so soft to the touch. And my favorite thing as of right now was her big stomach. She said an egg was in there and would hatch inside her to give us a baby. I always thought it was sweet that she used Pokémon terms with me since she knew I was more comfortable this way but I knew what being pregnant was.
My favorite thing to do was to either pet her stomach, like I was now, or cuddling it while we sleeping. She was about nine months now so we’d have it any day now. I have to admit I was a bit annoying making sure she was alright, eating properly, getting enough sleep, not working too hard, or just being over bearing. I’d always make her meals and give them to her in bed. I took over all the chores and well everything. I took longer shifts for more money. I didn
Steve RodgersX!Chunky Reader- My Compliment
"I still think you shouldn't do it (your name)." You glanced at your friend Natasha who looked worried.
"Why not Nat, it'll be a nice surprise for Steve." You smiled as you flipped through the packet you were filling out.
"No it won't, he loves you just like this; you know that." She snatched the packet from your grasp and smirked at you.
"What the hell Nat! Give me the packet back now!" You stood up making the chair topple over as you glared at the trained assassin who just smirked at you and started flipping through the papers.
"Why (your name), you don't need it you're beautiful already, but if you really want it you'll have to catch me!" She suddenly bolted running down the hall towards the elevator leaving you in the dust as you overcame the shock of the situation and scrambled after her.
You got into the elevator and stared at the buttons in front of you debating which floor she went to.
She wouldn't go to Tony's floors or lab; she still had a grudge on him from last week's poker
[Shingeki no Kyojin] Final Farewell [Levi]
Your visits became less frequent, until finally, you just stopped showing up to his office. At first, Levi didn’t care; not seeing you every day was actually a relief on his part. The man needed his space, and with you around, he had absolutely no time to himself. With you gone, he could breathe a little.
With each passing day, he saw you less and less, and took notice that you’d gradually stopped following your standard routine. You no longer showed up for practice during your scheduled time, and he couldn’t pinpoint you in your usual location in the mess hall during breakfast, lunch, and dinner hours.
He ignored it, though. You probably just needed your space from him after that small argument. If he needed you, for whatever reason, he would most likely find you hanging around Hanji anyhow.
A month passed, and the corporal was somewhat surprised that during that time-span, he had not laid eyes on you once. He wondered if you wer
My lover, my cousin (Italy x reader)I remember the first time I saw you, in that lonely seat. Even tough I had no idea who you were, I wanted to go there and sit with you, kiss your hand and see your blush and smile. I wanted to hear your voice, I wanted you to look at me. There I was, behind the counter of my small Italian restaurant, begging you silently to raise your eyes and just look at me. But you never did. Nose always stuck to your books, or eyes glued with your friends and many times with your boyfriend.
I remember how much it pained me to see you with someone else, even though I didn't even know your name. I had no idea why. All I know I wanted so badly for you to look at me.
And one night, that stormy, cold night, you did. You came inside the restaurant, your umbrella red as your cheeks from the cold, but I also noticed your eyes red as well. You set on your usual spot and ordered a simple tomato soup. Even your voice sounded wrong. So, instead of the soup, I decided to bring you my specialty – pasta! Bu
So Much, Yet Nothing Left to Say [Levi]
You couldn’t understand Levi; in fact, not many people did. His life was a mystery, even to those who knew him on a personal basis. He chose to remain tight-lipped about most everything, but after the loss of his entire Special Squad, you saw something in him that was very well human.
Levi was a man of loyalty. He trusted few, but the few that he trusted reciprocated that trust, and his subordinates were not exempt from that. The four soldiers that he had handpicked and entrusted with the task of looking over Eren could not be faulted for dying. They’d known the risks and had died fulfilling their duty. They’d devoted themselves, and made a decision that he knew they didn’t regret.
And that’s all he ever could have asked of them.
You hesitate at his door, hand poised to knock, but not quite ready to take follow through with the action. What were you supposed to say upon entering? “I’m sorry for your loss,” wouldn’t suf
But I'm A Girl: Pt 11.
My name is Akira Haneda, and even though it might not seem like it, I'm actually a girl. Ever since I started University, people have been mistaking me for a boy. It's kind of a new sensation for me. When I was in High School, I was sort of a plain girl. I wouldn't say I was ugly or pretty, but somewhere in the middle. There wasn't anything remarkable about me, other than I was unremarkable. So I guess I stopped trying. I was the type of girl who wore tights under her uniform's skirt.
I got really sick my second year of High School and had to spend a few months at home. To make it easier on me, I cut my hair short. I suppose that's when I really stopped caring about how I looked. When I came back to school no one seemed to care one way or another, and I just finished out my time in school looking like that.
I was really happy when I finally got accepted into Keiai University. No more uniforms, I could dress how I wanted. When I'm at home I often steal my younger brother's clothes (h
Silver X Growlithe Reader Part 2
I woke up to see (Name) on my stomach. I panicked a little but luckily didn’t wake her. I felt something grabbing my waist. I looked down and saw it was her tail. It actually felt kind of nice and warm but I slowly got my tail belt off and covered her up. She then held a pillow and relaxed.
I sighed and then went to the kitchen. Crystal taught me how to cook and I was decent with it so (Name) would die from it. I decided I’d make her a simple pancakes, eggs and then some moo moo milk. I felt bad I couldn’t do more but I tried. Raven would know how to help more than I knew how. I’d have to go there for some help for sure.
All I knew right now was I had to protect (Name) and hide all these weird feelings I had inside me. Nothing good came from feelings anyway. Why would it change now? It wouldn’t.
I heard a slight scream. I went to check on (Name) and was soon thrown back a little but I caught my footing and then noticed (Name) hugging me and slightly crying
Red x Reader. Stop Running.
Have you ever thought you loved someone and they just ripped your heart out, and throw it on the ground? My Boyfriend Silver, took out my heart when I saw him kissing a girl.
“S-Silver *hiccup* w-why?”
“w-why *hiccup*” Tears started falling from my eyes.
“I trusted you!” I ran away from him, as far and long as I could. There was someone up ahead, but I just kept running. I was just about to turn and run around the person but I tripped. And I fell in the arms of the person. However, that person was my friend Red.
“(name) what’s wrong?”
“S-silver Cheated on me *hiccup*”
“(name), you deserve better than him. He’s an ass, but I never knew he could screw up that much.”
“…..r-red, thank you for always being there, for me but you can’t help me with this one.” I was just about to run away when Red grabbed my Wrist.
But I'm A Girl: Pt 26.
I walked home with my head in a numb daze. It mirrored the feeling of my body. Miyu and I had made out for rest of the day. We crossed a number of thresholds I thought I'd never do, but we didn't cross the big one. The sex one. I don't think either of us could handle that just yet. When I left we both knew that we were a couple. There wasn't a big proclamation or anything, we just knew it.
When I entered my house, I forgot to announce I was home and started for the stairs. But Kenta was coming down just as I was about to take my first step. I gave him a slight wave, then was suddenly snapped out of my daze by the look on his face.
"For a second I didn't know it was you." Kenta told me. "It looked like a stranger just walked in the house. It wasn't until you waved at me that I realized it was you, sis."
I blinked, unsure what he was talking about. Did he somehow figure out I was with a girl just then? "Don't be an idiot."
"Well, can you blame me, you've never dressed like tha
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
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