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If you could have one super power, what would it be? 

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10 deviants said Teleportation (instantaneous, not subject to relativity)
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6 deviants said Flying (superman style)
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5 deviants said Telepathy (ability to read others' thoughts and communicate with them mentally)
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4 deviants said Invisibility (at will)
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2 deviants said Ability to change the laws of physics (warning, may accidently destroy the universe, and yourself if used recklessly)
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1 deviant said Immortality (not aging or being able to die ever)

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Beyond the Deck by UniversalKinase
Beyond the Deck
Just a fractal. I tried a few things with it, nothing was working well. I settled on this.
*shrugs*
I hope you like it though.
~Created in apophysis
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Sweat beaded on Rathis’ brow as he blocked another of the summoned creature’s blows with his greatsword Scourge. His knuckles ached from his grip on the hilt, and he was breathing quickly now. He somersaulted to the side right before a massive blade crashed down to shatter the ground he’d occupied moments before.

He couldn’t use any magic in this fight. It was just him and his sword against the towering behemoth that savagely swung its two weapons at him in a whirlwind of destruction. He darted back out of range from a cut that would have taken off his head, and brought Scourge up to a ready stance as he regained his composure. The blade was no longer dormant, and waves of heat were visibly radiating off it.

His opponent was not one for waiting, and pressed the attack. Long tendrils of the beasts hair whipped around its head as it initiated another set of whirling attacks that rent the earth asunder.
Rathis sprinted forward, slid under the first blow, and narrowly deflected the second, though the shock of it left his arm tingling. As the third blow in the set swept in on him, the creature was backing up, trying to put more distance between them. Rathis didn’t let that happen. He leapt above the swing, bounding off the creature’s forearm as it passed, and with a desperate thrust managed to draw a thin line of smoldering gore from the creature’s cheek.

“That’s the match.” Rathis shouted with elation.

The creature stared back at him sullenly, and rubbed its cheek. “hardly a fair fight” it grumbled, “first blood, and I have to try to hit a tiny thing like you.”

“It’s not my fault that you got overconfident Asreil.” taunted Rathis “Perhaps next time you’ll be more cautious.”

Asreil snorted.
Rathis knew that Asreil thought that the best way to solve a problem was to obliterate it the instant it arose. He did have a certain respect for that kind of reckless abandon, but he’d been in a few too many close fights to think it wise. However, if he’d wanted a wary sparring partner then he’d have summoned Tovak instead.

“You’ve been traveling” remarked Asreil thoughtfully, interrupting Rathis’ thoughts. “What are you up to now?”

Rathis rolled his eyes “Rashid again, he wants me to lead some kind of manhunt. I don’t know the details, but it’s sure to be annoying.” he paused, then asked “What have you been up to Asreil?”

The summoned creature pressed its lips together and said nothing. They never said anything about wherever it was they came from. Rathis didn’t think there were rules that summoned creatures had to abide by, but none of the half dozen things he’d managed to summon had ever revealed to him a lick of information of what they did when they weren’t being summoned.

“Still holding out on me then?” He asked.

Half of Asreil’s mouth tugged up into a smile “A fair assumption” he replied.

“Anything I could do to change your mind?”

“Unlikely” Asreil said, now scowling.

“Very well… I might call on you again tomorrow.” said Rathis, looking up to see the creature’s face, which was now free of the wound he’d inflicted.

“As you wish” intoned Asreil.

“There might be a task that I’ll pay for.”

Asreil’s eyes gleamed. “Excellent” he hissed.

“Oh, and one more thing” Rathis added, watching Asreil raise an eyebrow “Thanks for the match.”

“Human, fighting you is… immensely relaxing. No thanks are required.”
And with that, Asreil, his swords and his loose fitting pants all faded into nothingness, and were gone.

Rathis puzzled over that last remark. Relaxing? That was an odd choice of words. It could be meant as a punitive insult, but that didn’t fit with Asreil’s personality. It could be a reflection of some bizarre inverted battle lust, but Rathis wondered if it hadn’t been some slip of the tongue referencing his previous question.

“Bah” he said to himself. “No sense playing word games with summons. There’s work to be done.”

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The jungle was practically seething with the songs bird songs, even as water from the morning’s rain shower dripped from the tree leaves. A few stray beams of light played across Lynette’s face as she ran silently through the under story. The path was difficult to pick out, but she knew it well enough. In her left fist, she clenched two gleaming shards of what looked like stained glass, though few but her would know their significance.

She ducked under a recently fallen tree, barely breaking her stride. As she passed beneath it, she admired the life it must have lived; it was nearly twice as wide as she was tall. She did not mourn it passing though, for in its place she could already see two saplings that had begun to compete for the sliver of light it had left in the canopy. Sometimes the old must be allowed to fall if the young and the new are to have a chance. ‘So true’ she thought to herself, clutching the shards all the more tightly.

The bare dirt of the path transitioned to a patch of moss covered boulders, which she bounded through lightly, making a left turn halfway through. When her father had founded the colony, he’d taught her the value of having such features in the paths. Yes, they were inconvenient with a heavy load, but they made you much harder to track, and were perfect for losing pursuers. It was a dangerous world out there, and neither she, nor any of her compatriots could risk luring enemy soldiers back to their settlement. The frequent rain would wash away her scent in a day or so, and the dozen scouts she commanded would intercept and… apprehend… any intruders before they came within a few miles of their home.

She sailed through the exit of the outcropping, but huffed out a breath of surprise as she landed on the path, right next to a bull turon. The creature’s hair bristled up, as it thrashed its horned and tusked head to either side. She leapt back and narrowly avoided being gouged by the sharpened points of tooth and bone. It snorted, and pawed the ground as if to charge.

‘Unacceptable’ Lynette though to herself as she stared back into the turon’s eyes. The four-legged creature only stood three feet in height, but it was clearly trying to claim new territory, and this was her land. She looked down at the two shards in her hand, and they began to glow. The beast had backed a few feet further away, but upon seeing her distracted, it rushed forward, head low.

She leaned forward and snarled at the beast. Energy from the shards augmented her own magic and flowed out through the gesture. The hiss that came out of her mouth became a torrent of wind and force that stopped the charging turon cold. Alarm and confusion seemed to swim through its squinting eyes, and it turned tail and galloped away.

Lynette watched it go. Turon’s posed little threat unless provoked, but she couldn’t let this one get the idea that this was its territory. She memorized the pattern of black and brown stipes on its retreating form, and later she would tell her hunters to take it down if they saw it around again.

She glanced back at the shards that had once again become dormant in her hand. They would prove quite useful. If she’d had no power other than her own to draw on, then she might have had to fight the thing. Granted, she could have killed it, but the thing was a bit too massive for her to carry back alone, and she didn’t want to waste perfectly good meat. You don’t leave a carcass unattended in the jungle, because it won’t be there when you come back. Besides, she’d just as soon not arrive back from her trip covered in something else’s blood.

She waited a few more seconds for her heart rate to return to normal, and resumed her run. Half an hour later, she trotted through a stone gate. Two towering pillars of dark granite supported a horizontal slab of the same stone. The entrance to Blackhenge didn’t exactly look welcoming, but seeing it again brought joy to her heart. If she peered through maze of tree trunks, she could make out the next two gates to her left and right that were part of the great ring that encircled the settlement. The darkness of the understory continued for another few minutes past the gate, before breaking into blinding sunlight. A low hill rose before her, dotted with several round stone-cottages, and about eighty wooden ones in various states of construction or disrepair. She pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose. The colony had been growing, and with so much going on, she hadn’t had the time to organize the necessary construction to properly house the newer residents. Another thing to do, but she let that thought go as several laughing children ran towards her. She smiled at them, and picked up the youngest, swinging the small boy over her shoulder as she continued towards the village.

“Welcome back Ms. Black” said one of the older girls.

“Did you bring us anything?” asked a seven year old boy.

Lynette laughed, “Yes I did, and I have a new story to tell all of you, but it will have to wait until evening. It’s great to see all of you. Did anything happen while I was gone?”

She nodded politely as one of the younger children launched into a story about a frog he had found, but a ten-year old girl cut off the end of his story by saying “Anna ran way again.”

Lynette stopped, drew in a breath and looked at the girl for her to continue.

“She came back of course, but a lot of grownups were out looking for her for two days.”

Lynette closed her eyes and let out a tense breath. Then she smiled at the girl and said “Thank you Myna, I’m glad that she and the rest of you are alright.”

The girl lowered her eyes, and asked “Are we having a feast tonight?”

Lynette glanced up to the top of the hill, and said “That’s the plan.”

She put the child over her shoulder back on the ground, and he ran off, followed by most of the other children.

Myna hung behind for a moment and murmered “I’m glad you’re back Ms. Black, we missed you.” Then she too ran off with the rest of the herd.

Lynette watched them go for a few moments, before continuing. She caught the silhouetted form of Kalon Seram, or rather Captain Farad, standing outside the large stone structure at the hill’s peak. He was waving to her, but though it was hard to tell at this distance, his face looked rather grim.

She climbed the winding path up the grass covered hill, past the swiftly flowing spring that ran down the hillside and out the north side of Blackhenge. She waved to a man who was scraping turon hides and curing the leather. He’d made the boots she currently wore, and she owed him a favor for it. A woman ran up to her, and offered her a basket of various jungle fruits. Lynette politely accepted the basket, and told the woman that she’d share them with all at the feast tonight. The woman bowed, and returned to down the hill to where she had several more fruit laden baskets ready.

When Lynette finally reached the top of the hill, Captain Seram bowed slightly, and held open the door to the elliptical stone structure for her. It was technically a house, since she lived there, but its main room was large enough to hold about four hundred people. That used to be enough to hold the entire population of the colony, but they’d grown a lot in the past few years, and long wooden tables now sat outside her house, as space for those who couldn’t quite fit inside. Wooden rafter beams sloped upwards towards the center, holding up the thatch roof. The floor was made of numerous flat stones of unpolished granite that sloped down at the center of the room into a fire pit. The roof was open at the center, and high enough to prevent fires, particularly of wet thatch from the frequent rains.  The walls of the large room were filled with windows to let in the breeze, except for the small end at the south which were walled off and served as Lynette’s private quarters.

Lynette walked in, set the fruit basket on the floor, and turned to Kalon.

“How was your trip ma’am?” He asked.

“Productive” she responded, opening her left hand for the first time since entering the village, and showing him the two shards.

He raised his eyebrows. “I’d wondered what had slowed down your return.”

“I saw an opportunity to get a second one, and couldn’t pass it up.” She explained.

“Indeed not, your father would be very proud.”

Lynette pressed her lips together to stifle a flood of memories, but it didn’t stop them. Her father had raised her as an only parent. He’d also been ambitious, and that ambition had eventually gotten him killed. The colony at Blackhenge was his creation, as were the plans which she worked even now to complete. He’d died three years ago, the Gandavi Rashid’s guards had killed him on a street in a town three days north of Blackhenge. There hadn’t been an arrest, no trial, no charges, just an execution for suspicion of inciting rebellion. Granted, he’d certainly been guilty of that crime, though in Lynette’s eyes his actions had been well justified. Still, sometimes she wondered if her father hadn’t loved his plans more than his daughter.

Maybe that didn’t matter. His plans were hers now. She had a village to look after and a people to keep free from the enslaving influence of the gandavi. As she looked back down at the shards, she thought about the men she’d had to kill to get them, and shook her head. Their deaths had been necessary, particularly Duke Faram’s. She didn’t take joy in having dispatched them though.

Kalon’s deep voice interrupted her thoughts. “In the past two years you’ve gone on a dozen trips, and collected nineteen of them. Your father only managed to get five of them in thirty years of trying.”

“My father … believed that the power of the people was enough to push back the Gandavi. I will not make the same mistake.” She replied with steel in her voice.

“You also, I have the advice of that sorceress, and are twice the fighter that he ever was.” continued Kalon.

“Enough, Captain” she hissed, walking into the middle of the room. “There are more important things to do than talk about my father.”

“My apologies ma’am.” he said, ducking his head. “You are quite right. There was an incident while you were away.”

She glanced back at him. “Are you talking about Anna running away again?” She asked. “Myan already told me about it.”

“Did she now? Then you know that she was captured by a trio of cassuar riders.”

“What?” Demanded Lynette, whirling to face him.

“It seems she did run away, but was only a few miles out of Blackhenge when three cassuar riders who slipped through our perimeter picked her up.”  Kalon continued, his voice was solemn, but his expression was nearly as tense as Lynette’s. “By the time we realized she was gone, another of our scouts came back to tell us of the three intruders, and that they had a tied up child with them.”

Lynette held up her hand for Kalon to stop. “Did you get her back, and is she alright now?”

“Yes, and … sort of.” answered Kalon, unperturbed by the interruption. “She is a bit traumatized by the experience I think.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to her later.” said Lynette “Please continue.”

“We took a war party of ten, and caught up to them by the North Valley trail, a couple miles south of the Python river. I don’t think they were able to pick up our trails, and I’m certain they didn’t find the colony itself.”

Lynette nodded for Kalon to go on.

“We ambushed them. The twins have gotten pretty good at throwing javelins, and Harran’s archery skills were on point. We took down two, and their mounts. We got the girl back with only a few scrapes. The third rider… both she and her cassuar were wounded, but she got away. We tried to pursue, but that bird of hers could still sprint. We lost her.”

Lynette cursed. “What are the chances that she made it back to Rashid?”

“Wounded, trailing blood … it would take her at least a day and a half if her mount didn’t fall over dead. Longer if it did, but if she knew the route, she’d have better than even odds of surviving.” Kalon said, then grimaced and added “She was an earth mage.”

Lynette took a deep breath. “How much could this intruder have found out?” she asked.

“Not much. I don’t think Anna told them anything, and they didn’t get within three miles of blackhenge.”

“Still, if she survives, she will at least know there are dangerous resistance fighters out here. She’ll know that there are children out in this region as well. If she reports to Rashid that our fighters killed two of his cassuar riders, how do you think he will respond?”  Asked Lynette, pinching the bridge of her nose again.

“With overwhelming force, but there’s a lot we still don’t know” answered Kalon stoically. “I’ve already gotten a few extra of the capable colony members on scout duty. The past five days have been tense. We haven’t seen any of their people in that time.”

“Good” answered Lynette. “We’ll deal with the repercussions if and when they come”. She paused, then met Kalon’s eyes and added “Duke Faram is dead.”

Heavy silence followed the statement.

“Justice at last” sighed Kalon eventually, and Lynette saw years of trouble relax from the face of the old soldier. Kalon had been her father’s best friend, and Duke Faram had been a key factor behind suppressing her father’s failed rebellion.

Lynette shrugged. She didn’t want to touch the cold knot of pain that were her own emotions on the issue.

“The two shards you acquired; will they fit with any of the others?” asked Kalon.

“The sorceress told me about Faram’s, and I know that it does. As for this one though…” she held up the more yellow of the two shards “Let’s find out.” She beckoned him to follow her out one of the several doors at the back of the structure, and he did.

They emerged out from under the thatch roof in the dimly lit structure and onto the East side of the hill. This side was less populated, though she could see several vegetable gardens and a couple animal pens down below. Beyond that the forest rose up in a living wall that was both ominous and beautiful. Even here, on the crest of the hill, she could not see over the tops of the trees. They stood on an island of grass and sunlight amid an ocean of ancient green giants. She sometimes thought it was ironic that a place called blackhenge was now so full of light and life.

They walked sixty feet down the hill, and arrived at a single enormous black granite slab that was carved into a perfect circle. Her father had once told her that this stone, rather than the hilltop, was actually the center of the ring of black stone gates. Very few of the villagers knew of its significance, but pretty much anyone who saw it would agree the stone was just a little bit creepy, even in the bright sun. Kalon was one of the very few who was trusted with the full knowledge about Lynette’s plan, and as she strode onto the unmarked surface of that black stone, she saw him let out a small shudder from the corner of her eye.

The land around the stone had been leveled, and a low hedge grew around it, but Lynette checked to make sure nobody else was watching before she commenced with the ritual. Lynette didn’t consider herself a mage. Mages were normally practiced in many magical arts, and generally preferred to use magical means to solve their problems. Lynette had some power, and a bit of talent, but really there were only a few tricks that she knew. This was one of them. After three deep breaths, she centered herself on the stone and closed her eyes. She sent a bit of power down into the stone, and could feel it resonating in her mind. Then, she sent an invisible surge of energy out, to the one of the black gates in the great ring. While standing on the stone, she could almost feel its presence, and that pulse of energy struck it, and then bounced back to the stone on which she stood. Her mind perceived similarly to striking a single clear note on a massive instrument. When the pulse returned successfully, she repeated the process with the other thirty-five gates. When the last of them was connected with the stone, she opened her eyes again. There was a very faint glow coming from several rotating rings of deep red and purple rune-like text that were spinning on the stone. The stone seemed to silently flow out of the center ring, and Lynette hopped back to avoid from being drawn down into the spherical pit that was opening beneath her.

When the stone had once again settled, several gleaming shards lay at the bottom. Lynette climbed down into the pit, which was now about three and a half feet in diameter. She knelt by the largest of the shards lying below, and after a moment, held the one she’d taken from Duke Faram next to it, along one edge. Light blossomed from the contact, and a moment later, the shards had fused together like seamless puzzle pieces. A small smile graced her face, and she took out the other shard. She tried to put it next to several of the other pieces, but none of those attempts was accompanied by a confirming flash of light. She frowned, and set the piece down in the shard apart from the others.

She heard Kalon let out a neutral sounding grunt from above her, and she looked up to meet his gaze. He shrugged, then said “Maybe it’s for the best. The sorceress might be able to give us more potential leads from unconnected shards.”

Lynette looked back down and frowned. She’d gathered a lot of the artifacts together, but the sphere was a long way from complete. She shook her head thinking about how much more work was needed.

“Don’t worry” said Kalon reassuringly. “We are better defended now than we’ve ever been because of what you’ve accomplished. Be patient, and we will get there.”

“I hope so.” said Lynette. She waved a hand back at the center of the circle, and the stone flowed back to cover the shards, while the runes faded. Then she looked up at the sun, it had almost reached its peak. “Let’s get ready, we have a feast to help prepare.” And with that, they both started walking around the hill. Both were tense, but neither suspected the vast forces at work that were barreling towards their borders.
Revoked Ascendancy: Chapter 4
Still a work in progress, and I'm fixing a few things with the universe that this takes place in. I've written a ton that I haven't submitted yet, but most of it is scraps rather than full narrative chapters.
Anyway, if you read this, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Thanks, and I hope you all have a great day.
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Tempus Fugit: Tempus Aboriscit

Journal Entry: Sat May 7, 2016, 3:41 AM
The title is Latin, and says (I think) "time flies: time fades"
I looked up the conjugation of Latin verbs, and I think I got it right, but.... even though I can speak English, Spanish and Chinese, I'm not a linguist.
The following is emo-ish, please disregard until the next underscore break.
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The past few years for me have been.... mostly struggle. I mean, that's what graduate school is supposed to be. It's what life is I guess. People say that if you get a real job after grad school, things aren't quite as chaotic and painful all the time. They say that life gets "a little better." Of course, depending on the path, that's not always true. Our perceptions of ourselves, our surroundings, and our situations are infinitely subjective though. Perhaps future struggles and pain don't merit contemplation.

I'm still dealing with the fallout of watching a hero of mine get metaphorically crucified, seeing the world move in opposition to the dreams I had for the future, and watching my cat ,the last living thing that I loved and trusted completely, die.
I'm still trying to learn how to move forward when I know that the only reasons I have for living, or achieving anything at all, are nothing but delusions within my own head.
I still haven't decided what I 'should' do, and every day I languish further darkens my future.
Yet, there are moments, not infrequently, where my mind races, and I can comprehend and create ideas that are at the very edge of my abilities.
I know much, but knowledge does not bring happiness. Knowledge is merely power, like money, like influence. It cannot give one purpose or satisfaction, for only delusion can do that.

Alas, I don't have to care about such things. I sometimes try to pretend that nothing has changed, but I'm unable to forget the knowledge that I obtained through so much suffering. The certainty of purpose that was the core of my identity is forever shattered.
At least I have a vastly better understanding of how brains work. It was something that I used to wonder about. Now I have enough knowledge to satisfy my baseline curiosity. Not enough knowledge to create one, or reverse engineer one, but I know the principals that govern their function.

Meh, I'm not going anywhere with this.................
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So, I'm submitting another chapter of my book.
I still need to edit it, and update the edits I made to the previous chapters.
I did work hard on this chapter, and I'm trying to improve my style. Maybe you'll like it, and maybe you'll think it's trash. 
But right now, I'm just going to submit it, cuz.... it's my gallery and I say so. *crosses arms and snorts away dissent*

*spins around, and does bizarre dance moves out of the room to the sound of crazy electronic music*

  • Listening to: Digital Daggers
  • Reading: Intuitive Biostatistics + Dresden Files
  • Playing: chess
  • Eating: wheat thins
  • Drinking: tea
Racing Through the Night by UniversalKinase
Racing Through the Night
Mildly derivative from previous works of mine, but I included some new elements, and I liked the overall effect.
Street racing is what I thought of when built the core of it, and I added additional details to cement the impression. However, everyone has their own perspective.
I hope you like the piece.
~Created in apophysis
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Tempus Fugit: Tempus Aboriscit

Journal Entry: Sat May 7, 2016, 3:41 AM
The title is Latin, and says (I think) "time flies: time fades"
I looked up the conjugation of Latin verbs, and I think I got it right, but.... even though I can speak English, Spanish and Chinese, I'm not a linguist.
The following is emo-ish, please disregard until the next underscore break.
______________________________________
The past few years for me have been.... mostly struggle. I mean, that's what graduate school is supposed to be. It's what life is I guess. People say that if you get a real job after grad school, things aren't quite as chaotic and painful all the time. They say that life gets "a little better." Of course, depending on the path, that's not always true. Our perceptions of ourselves, our surroundings, and our situations are infinitely subjective though. Perhaps future struggles and pain don't merit contemplation.

I'm still dealing with the fallout of watching a hero of mine get metaphorically crucified, seeing the world move in opposition to the dreams I had for the future, and watching my cat ,the last living thing that I loved and trusted completely, die.
I'm still trying to learn how to move forward when I know that the only reasons I have for living, or achieving anything at all, are nothing but delusions within my own head.
I still haven't decided what I 'should' do, and every day I languish further darkens my future.
Yet, there are moments, not infrequently, where my mind races, and I can comprehend and create ideas that are at the very edge of my abilities.
I know much, but knowledge does not bring happiness. Knowledge is merely power, like money, like influence. It cannot give one purpose or satisfaction, for only delusion can do that.

Alas, I don't have to care about such things. I sometimes try to pretend that nothing has changed, but I'm unable to forget the knowledge that I obtained through so much suffering. The certainty of purpose that was the core of my identity is forever shattered.
At least I have a vastly better understanding of how brains work. It was something that I used to wonder about. Now I have enough knowledge to satisfy my baseline curiosity. Not enough knowledge to create one, or reverse engineer one, but I know the principals that govern their function.

Meh, I'm not going anywhere with this.................
________________________________________________________

So, I'm submitting another chapter of my book.
I still need to edit it, and update the edits I made to the previous chapters.
I did work hard on this chapter, and I'm trying to improve my style. Maybe you'll like it, and maybe you'll think it's trash. 
But right now, I'm just going to submit it, cuz.... it's my gallery and I say so. *crosses arms and snorts away dissent*

*spins around, and does bizarre dance moves out of the room to the sound of crazy electronic music*

  • Listening to: Digital Daggers
  • Reading: Intuitive Biostatistics + Dresden Files
  • Playing: chess
  • Eating: wheat thins
  • Drinking: tea

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刘雨
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As a 23-year old Ph.D. student, there are many things in this world that I have yet to learn. I tend to take tasks very seriously, and the creation of art is important to me.

I began making fractal art back in 2006, shortly after I joined DA. Since that time, I have competed in a number of fractal contests and won several. My techniques vary significantly from some that you see among other fractal artists. I have remained on the outskirts of the community, which has in some ways stunted my growth as an artist, but simultaneously challenged me to develop my own techniques and gain a better understanding of the underlying mathematical principals that govern fractals. However, I have learned that it doesn't matter how much time you spend on techniques if you don't put your soul into the art you're making. It doesn't matter what median it is, without passion all you get is a hollow image, devoid of feeling.

While most of my art consists of fractals, I love to write, and I value my prose and poetry just as highly as my best fractals.

I am always eager to help people out, so if you have any questions about how I make my art, or if you would like me to make something for you, feel free to ask. B-)

Personal Quote: "If the door is locked, become the key"
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Art is the ultimate expression of the mind and soul. Within all of us lies the omnipresent potential to find peace, agony, joy and ire in all walks of life. How we choose to percieve situations is what defines us as individuals, and how we react is the ultimate test of our character.

The community on DeviantArt is truly incredible because of the amazing people who devote vast amounts of time and energy to make it so. Always remember to be respectful towards others and their art, for a stray callous word against something of extreme individual importance can cause far more torment than intended.

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Foamaniac Featured By Owner Jan 26, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Thank you for the llama :)
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dafk189 Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2016
Thanks for the llama trade!
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ShinyHeels Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for favBunny Emoji-10 (Loved) [V1] 
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Jompie Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015
Thank you by Jompie
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eReSaW Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015
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