ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
On August 20th, 1890; One hundred and twenty-five years ago yesterday, an organic diamond escaped a suffocating and binding womb of rocks. On that day, a lonely and ingenious life began.
Raised and brought up in isolation, left fatherless at the age of three. Raised most by his mother of dwindling health and sanity, his only positive influence was a wealthy and seasoned grandfather, who enjoyed spinning stories to tell. A vital and invaluable rock to his own wobbling mental safety.
Howard Philips Lovecraft is by far, one of my oldest and most beloved inspirations of creative fiction. But I also feel a deep melancholic connection with the pale, gaunt enigma, who died in poverty during his prime, at the age of 46. During his lifetime, scarcely anybody had read his works, save for a few small audiences of his published poems and short-stories. Even still, even after his death, he remained invisible and obscured from history, less even than a ghost. Only now, nearly a century after his death, has his brilliant writing become infamous.
It's painful to admit, but I see very much of myself in this lonely, sensitive, brilliant man.
We both seek an escape from the dreadful reality of our lives through fiction.
We both have at least one parent who sullied the peace of our lives and minds by descending into madness and addiction.
We both are socially and sexually damaged because of it.
We both have an affinity for smoking ourselves back to sleep after an awful nightmare. ( Thankfully I don't do opium tho, fuck )
And we both hate 99.8 % of all living things.
I may not be able to ever meet you, thank you, or even visit your grave, but death is a thin veil across time for those who make their mark.
And though the great Cthulhu, who waits dreaming in the sea-city of R'lyeh, he found his.
With only a moment's glance through fragile human eyes, I can read your legacies, the world inside your mind. Art, writing and prose bind us together, across life and death, across space / across time. May the epochs of times long passed and present here and now be forever intertwined through memory / through you.
If I ever had the chance to meet you, I would ask first to hug you. Then, try not to sob as I told you how sorry I was. For all you had been through, all that I will no doubt undergo in time. How negligent the human race is to it's wise men, it's storytellers. How eager it is to cast them aside. The hubris of man a reassuring lie we tell ourselves endlessly, the truth of our cosmic insignificance persisting still, as an ignored fact.
I'm so sorry it had to be this way.
I'm sorry I could never know you.
Howard.
You would have been a wonderful friend.
Raised and brought up in isolation, left fatherless at the age of three. Raised most by his mother of dwindling health and sanity, his only positive influence was a wealthy and seasoned grandfather, who enjoyed spinning stories to tell. A vital and invaluable rock to his own wobbling mental safety.
Howard Philips Lovecraft is by far, one of my oldest and most beloved inspirations of creative fiction. But I also feel a deep melancholic connection with the pale, gaunt enigma, who died in poverty during his prime, at the age of 46. During his lifetime, scarcely anybody had read his works, save for a few small audiences of his published poems and short-stories. Even still, even after his death, he remained invisible and obscured from history, less even than a ghost. Only now, nearly a century after his death, has his brilliant writing become infamous.
It's painful to admit, but I see very much of myself in this lonely, sensitive, brilliant man.
We both seek an escape from the dreadful reality of our lives through fiction.
We both have at least one parent who sullied the peace of our lives and minds by descending into madness and addiction.
We both are socially and sexually damaged because of it.
We both have an affinity for smoking ourselves back to sleep after an awful nightmare. ( Thankfully I don't do opium tho, fuck )
And we both hate 99.8 % of all living things.
I may not be able to ever meet you, thank you, or even visit your grave, but death is a thin veil across time for those who make their mark.
And though the great Cthulhu, who waits dreaming in the sea-city of R'lyeh, he found his.
With only a moment's glance through fragile human eyes, I can read your legacies, the world inside your mind. Art, writing and prose bind us together, across life and death, across space / across time. May the epochs of times long passed and present here and now be forever intertwined through memory / through you.
If I ever had the chance to meet you, I would ask first to hug you. Then, try not to sob as I told you how sorry I was. For all you had been through, all that I will no doubt undergo in time. How negligent the human race is to it's wise men, it's storytellers. How eager it is to cast them aside. The hubris of man a reassuring lie we tell ourselves endlessly, the truth of our cosmic insignificance persisting still, as an ignored fact.
I'm so sorry it had to be this way.
I'm sorry I could never know you.
Howard.
You would have been a wonderful friend.
I'm active on FA
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/big-duo/
I don't really use DeviantArt anymore. I've been on hiatus, writing books and making non-fan characters. Politics and world economics have consumed me. I've been watching the world burn from 4chan. I live in Seattle, one of the most corrupted liberal shit holes in the Northwest. Sodomy and pestilence fills every ally and riots fill the streets that are not packed with homeless. I plan to soon re-organize and clean up my gallery, but until then I'm gonna be most active on FA because it's.................... Not DeviantArt.
I'm sorry for everyone I made freinds with on here if you're even reading this
So, I played DELTARUNE. Undertale art on the way.
Or at least, the first chapter that was recently released.
Even for a work in progress, I was blown away.
I won't give anything away for those who haven't yet tried it. But.... WOW.
Just... Wow.
So much to take in.
So many possibilities.
So many questions.
I've officially decided, that I'm going to take a ((((SMALL)))) break from drawing hentai. It's time to switch gears back to art and inspiration. So, with that in mind, I've committed to the goal of writing, illustrating, possibly even animating a fan-series of my own. Not just a fan-fiction, but more like a spiritual successor to Undertale and Deltarune. Set in the same universe, an
THE JEWS DID IT -- also not dead
WELLLLLLLL, it's officially been a year since I poked my head out and made a journal entry. Seems like little has changed on good ol' DeviantArt. Although it seems a lot can happen in a year in real life. I guess it's only fair that I owe you guys an update.
( ...who cares-? )
Hey now, this is the internet. You should know that. You can always just go and jack off if my updates are too boring.
Since my last journal entry, I've stopped going to Seattle Community College and have put any hopes of future education on pause. Well, more like hiatus. I have little hope that I will find a school in the here in Seattle that will elevate or educate
Oh God this site still EXISTS?
Oh wow.
Okay, so a lot's happened since my last journal entry.
I'll try and sum it up for everyone who doesn't care:
I started going to community college. In Seattle.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand learned the hard way, that Seattle's indoctri-- oh I'm sorry-- EDUCATION system is one of, if not the single piss-poorest contributions to modern society that I've ever experienced.
They're trying to "teach" us that Charles Darwin was a communist, and that Ludwig Van Beethoven was BLACK.
So, being that I have less free time on my hands than I've had in years, such exposure to liberal-Marxist dogma has amplified my disdain for the current year to hyperbolic d
© 2015 - 2024 DeustisOfShadows
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In