|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
WalkerLooking around, Walter admired his surroundings. He was inside of a huge laboratory inside the Sector B.C. Treehouse, and not far away from him stood 529, making modifications to her Girlifying Ray.
“Would I really be only the...second person to go through with this?”
“Yes, and I have to admit, I'm not really sure how it's going to go.”
This caught 92's interest as one of his eyebrows popped up in response.
“Whadya mean, you don't know how it's going to go?”
At this, 529 turned towards him with a bit of an unsure expression on her face.
“Well, when I shoot myself, not only do I know what to expect but I also...well, really really want it. With you, I'm very much shooting a boy into a girl so that he can play a joke on...”
“Yeah, play one on Todd.”
Shawna rolled her eyes as Walter chuckled at the end of his sentence.
“Right. But anyways, considering you're only the second person to ever go through this...not sure what's g
KND - ShoppingThe girl simply stared in the mirror, an unsure expression on her face. Standing in a changeroom, in the middle of a busy store, 529 looked up and down the clothing she had picked out. On the hangers next to her were four or five other outfits she had tried on, but didn’t like as much, and she wondered if what she was wearing now would do or not.
Then she heard a light knock at the door and was startled out of her thoughts.
“You okay in there?”
Astrid was standing outside, patiently waiting for her friend. They didn’t have a chance to do things often; 529 and 8 were in different sectors and most of the time they were busy, but when the chances came up they took them, and it never hurt their friendship.
“Yeah, I am! I’m just…thinking it over.”
“What’s there to think over? You probably look great in it!”
Hearing that, 529 smiled at the mirror and opened the door of the changeroom so that 8 could have a look at what she wa
KND - Discussions“Why are we watching this?”
“Because I like it, and I’m a Bellarina…and I’m the leader, so I get to decide.”
772 huffed for a moment and looked down at the floor in disgust. He hated watching girly shows, but for the most part he was always outvoted on what to watch by either 529 or 487. Though he was bored, so he decided to stick around and watch whatever was on even if it didn’t interest him.
Besides…maybe I could learn more about 529 through this…
“Say, um…when you changed, did your taste in shows change too?”
Shawna pulled away from looking at the screen and focused on 772, a curious expression crossing over her face.
“Well…yeah, I guess you could say that. Before I used to like a lot of action cartoons and now I like Shake It Up and iCarly and those kinds of shows…could be because I got older, but then I am girl, so.”
“You’re a girl, but you change back an
529 is meInside of me there’s a little girl who at one time was a boy.
When she was a boy, she was battered and felt useless.
She was scared.
She really didn’t know what to do with her life, and she always felt that something was off.
That something wasn’t quite right.
It took her a long time to realize that the issue laid in denying who she was.
But she still wasn’t quite sure how to solve that, until one day she got zapped by a laser.
With that, everything started to make sense.
The issue faded, and more and more she became happy.
Because in her new body, she felt at home.
In a lot of ways, 529 is myself.
She’s existed in one way or another in me ever since I was her age.
That’s why even when I created her, she was somewhat broken, since she was a reflection of myself.
She’s very much an idealized version of sorts now though, of how I wish my childhood could have gone.
It’s why I’ve always been so protective of her, or “him” ba
Best FriendA lot of times in my life, I wondered if a best friend was absolutely necessary.
I’ve never had one.
I can clearly say I’ve never had one exact best friend, in real life.
I did once have someone I considered as such, but they didn’t see me the same way back.
I didn’t have one in elementary school, same through high school, and not one now.
Did I miss out from that? I can’t really say.
Nearly every one of my friends ever have been female, with a few exceptions now for two people I know who are good friends but are transitioning to being male.
I will say that fact did partially contribute to my own decision to be female.
But in being different in that way, it excluded me from the ways boys “get” their best friends.
No real huge sport interests.
Not much into cars, though I know how to do different repairs.
Not a rough and tumble type, either.
I suppose the constant moving around to different places didn’t help, either.
So no best friend or
AffectionI miss affection.
I miss having the off chance of being hugged or even kissed when the moments were right.
I don’t like that it’s been so long since I’ve had that.
I think I deserve to have it, but I don’t get it.
I mean, we’re all human, we’re supposed to be able to thrive on social interaction and occasionally have meaningful relations through touch.
But I never got that out of either of my parents.
My father always asked why I recoiled back when he’d touch me or go near me; it’s because
I wasn’t used to him actually reaching out to me that way.
My mother was worse at it; I can count on one hand the hugs I got from her over fifteen years.
Maybe this is why I find hugs strange still to this day, because I never truly felt like
I deserved them.
Because I never got them.
Maybe this is why I took a risk on loving someone who, by her own admission, has issues with intimacy.
I guess a part of me believed some would be better than none a
KND - MakeupThe small figure looked at the mirror and smiled at the reflection, in satisfaction of what it showed. A young girl just past the age of twelve stared back at her; she wore a well-used blue sweatshirt and a while pleated skirt with grey stockings, and had on her usual sneakers with her golden hair tied up into a ponytail.
Even though she came in here to do get something else, sometimes she just had to take a minute to reflect on what she’d become and be happy about it, especially in knowing that now she was satisfied about her body, mind, and path into girlhood.
“Did you find them all?”
Hearing the voice call from the main room of her living quarters, 529’s mind snapped back to focus on what she had originally walked in for. Opening up a drawer from under the sink, she moved around a few things until she came upon the objects she hid away over the last year or two until she believed they could be used better.
“Yep! I got it...all of it. There’s a bit
Teens - Part TwoThe car roared down the street, going at an excessive speed easily reaching over a hundred kilometers. The driver of course didn’t care; it was like he was being controlled by another, someone who just simply wanted to have fun. There had been plenty of close misses, near accidents, and yet he kept steering towards anything that came into his path.
Until eventually he came to a busy intersection and crashed.
It was a sizable accident without a doubt; at least ten cars involved and all were scattered about in different directions. Some were on fire; some were flipped onto their sides.
And yet the driver was okay.
He got out of the car and ran; another spontaneous reaction. Yet at this point, he also found himself frozen in time.
“Why’d you pause?”
“Meh, I gotta get something to drink.”
Shawn watched as Dylan got up off of his couch and head into the kitchen. It more or less turned out that he was watching him play Grand Theft Auto rather than the tw
KND - ContrastsLooking down at himself 529 began to wonder if this was all some kind of mistake.
It had been three weeks since the events that led him to be first zapped, and ever since that point there seemed to be a conflicting argument in his mind. It was whether or not to actually use the ray again; he struggled to try and not want to do it, as he figured that it was a one-time thing.
After all... he thought at the time, I’m supposed to be a boy…
But after so long, the urge became too much, and he knew he had to try it again just to see if it would settle things. It was like his mind was torn; there was this girl’s voice that he knew had existed before the first zap, but had never thought much about previously. He wondered if it was some sort of side-effect of the ray; that in using it, while it didn’t make his female side completely dominate, that it did make it stronger.
Thus, he knew the only way to figure things out would lie in the ray, and after thinki
Let People InI used to hate people so much because they're so quick to judge and betray each other. They'll say they're your friends, but then ignore you or shun you when it stops being convenient or fun for them. They use you as much as they can, and when they're done with you they all just disappear. I didn't want to have friends like that, and I thought I didn't need them. I thought that, but it wasn't right at all. I thought I was stronger, rejecting relationships and friends. But once you reject people, you're stuck. You lose the opportunity to make those connections that define your life. And when you've lost those chances, you don't get them back.
I found someone like me to share my pain with. She's still one of the most special people in my life, right up there with my dad.
Whenever you meet that person, don't turn them away.
Up until recently, that's all I've ever done. I've tried to build trusting friendships, romances... and it always comes crashing down around me. Often because of my ow
Morbid FantasiesI played it out in my head, how it would all turn out, and what would happen depending on which method would be used. It's horrible when I run out of creepypasta narrations to listen to on youtube, because then I'm alone with my thoughts. I think about things that make me sad, angry, and hurt. However, this particular thought brought along not just pure hatred, but satisfaction, and admittedly, a dose of fear.
I was invited to join my "family" for thanksgiving by my grandmother. Nice gesture, but she should already know that my roommate has work, and we have a yearly tradition of our own. Besides, I honestly do not enjoy being in the company of my "family," since I never really considered them as such, save for my brother.
But I knew in my heart, that she'd be there. Because they trust her. They would "forget to mention it" to me of course, but I know she'd be there. And I've played the scenario over and over and over in my head.
I vowed to live long enough to watch her d
Ugly.As a young child, new to the world, pure of it's intoxicating fumes, I remember a tree.
Such an ugly tree I remembered it to be.
It stood tall, creeping a good ways above any of the others, but it was disfigured in many ways.
Its branches were thin and fragile, like the bones of a sickly human, they twisted in retched ways that anyone would think should snap them clean off.
It was pale and grey, standing out among its fellow familiars, never to show the beautiful colors that it must have held within.
Its bark was edgy and course, as if it had survived through one of to many harsh winters, never falling from its place.
And I remember, as the others land succumbed to failling, giving themselves up, withering away, that tree never did.
It continued to stand tall, proud and majestic as that ugly tree could possibly seem.
It fought its way through whatever was thrown its way, fought until it could no more, never failing whatever duty it believed it needed to fulfill.
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
We don’t know what the world has in store for us and what will happen in the future. We can make all of the plans in the world to be happy, successful, or whatever the case may be. However, with that being said, at the end of the day money is only a mirage of temporary happiness and your success in life will not carry over once you have passed. Society seems to lead you into thinking that if you’re not a big businessman, musician, doctor, lawyer, or athlete than you’re not very successful. But today, I saw firsthand that none of it really matters.
Today, I met a woman by the name of Arlene and she has touched me, without saying a word to me. For whatever reason, I felt a connection to a woman I’ve never met before today and I’ve never seen before today. She was a complete and utter stranger, yet…her story (Or lack thereof.) touched me in a way I hope I never forget.
My name is Enrique Rafael Alaniz and this is an account
Since Facebook Isn't AppropriateSince Facebook Isn’t Appropriate
And ‘cause dA is better than Facebook. If we go to your wall, I’m wishing you a happy (Insert number here ‘cause I really can’t specify) day on planet Earth. Actually, give or take a couple of those days because someone thought it was a good idea to randomly add another day. (Or maybe it wasn’t so random, but whatever, humorous effect.) But in all seriousness, if I could, I’d let everyone know how lucky I am to have you in my life and how I only want to be with you. I know we have our ups and our downs, our stale and our spontaneous moments but they’re all moments I wouldn’t give up ‘cause I have probably learned more about myself during these last 262 days than I have during the 5,943 days (Give or take ‘cause again, leap years.) I existed before you.
I hate generic birthday messages ‘cause you’re not a generic lady and I don’t think we’re a g
My HeartYou know you’re truly in love if hearing her name, even if it’s not being referred to her, fills you up with undefinable joy. You know you’re truly in love when you remember how your voice trembled when you called her and read her the letter, asking her to be your girlfriend. You know you’re truly in love if the pure thought of feeling her soft skin on yours makes you shudder with delight. You know you’re truly in love if, she’s not only the first and last thing on your mind every day, but also after every meal, every motion, every book, every song, every breath. You know you’re truly in love when 771 miles isn’t the distance you are away from each other, but rather the amount of roads, bridges, and rivers you’d cross to get to her. You know you’re truly in love if every song you hear you can connect to the overwhelming joy and the infinite sorrow she makes you feel. You know you’re truly in love when you write a story a
OJOS DE AGUA
OJOS DE AGUA
TIENES OJOS COMO EL MAR
VERDE COMO LAS ACEITUNAS TAN HERMOSOS QUE NO SE DIFERENCIAR EL COLOR, ME PIERDO EN ELLOS EN UN MAR DE MIRADAS Y PALABRAS IGNORADAS, QUE ME DICES, PREGUNTAME CUALQUIER COSA Y TE DIRE QUE SI, ANDA HAZLO, EN LA CIMA DE LA MONTAÑA VOY CANTANDO MUY FUERTE, SOBRE CUANTO TE QUIERO Y TE ANHELO QUITAR ESOS OJOS, ERES MIA Y DE NADIE MAS, RECUERDALO SIEMPRE, QUE ESOS OJOS LINDOS E INOCENTES NOTE DELATEN YA QUE PODRIA PERDER EL AMOR DE MI VIDA, LO QUE ME HACE EXISTIR, LO QUE ES MI RAZON DE VIVIR-Sara
True Love: Part one
Finding true love yourself, it is quite rare these days. But once you’ve met your special one, once you’ve looked into their eyes, you will know that something big is about to happen, if you realise it or not .. it will.
You will know deep inside, when your heart starts to skip a beat, when you want to simply grab her and kiss her until you both run out of breath.
True love is not about what you have to offer, is about how much are you willing to give, to share and sacrifice for her. It is about trying to make her happy at any given point, out of nowhere, cause you wanted so. It is about sharing your thoughts with her, telling her that you’re scared of losing her someday .. she will simply kiss your nose and tell you “silly, you’re never going to lose me”.True love is beyond physical attraction, if two souls get united, the reaction will be so powerful that absolutely no one can separate you, ever.
RecordI remember you asked me once, when we were inside of an antiques store.
“Why don't you buy that record now? I'll hold onto it for you, you might not get the chance to see it again.”
A part of me held back, though, and didn't buy it.
Maybe it was a premonition of things to come, I'm not really sure.
But somehow, something in me knew that if I had bought that, I would have had to give it up eventually.
I've said this before, I do not hate you.
I am, for all intents and purposes, over you as well.
There will always be a part of me that believes we could have worked, but that is in the past now.
We simply grew apart, and I could never blame you for that.
However, and this is where I'll be starkly honest, your immaturity showed in the last few months I was there.
It's the reason why we couldn't be friends again.
A lot of people have said a lot of different things about you over the years.
I wouldn't say I agree with them now, but my opinion of you has greatly changed.
I know, yo
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More