Scopimera

Citrakāyaḥ

34 Watchers178 Deviations

14.2K

Pageviews

Gallery

All

178 deviations

Featured

171 deviations

Glass

11 deviations

Cats

17 deviations

Literature

What Are We?

What are we? Really I think we are as the sand. Washing away in the wind and the wave and the current and slowly, so slowly, turning into stone with our memories and dreams and hopes buried as fossils. In the future, creatures dance on our bodies and mindstuff, filaments of light and plasma engaging in a tango. Reality streaks past them, but we are a rock. Not that it matters to us at all. A planet, if you will, albeit a rogue one that travels from star to star, flitting to and fro like butterflies travel between flowers. Then again. Perhaps we are the waves. Do we not beat against reality? Do we not struggle against a foe that will neve

Literature

37 deviations

Macro

20 deviations

Fiber Arts

1 deviation

Drawings

6 deviations

Literature

Wolf Spider

I'm walking through leaf brush at night, not caring if I make noise because it startles the crickets into jumping. The sound they make as they spring is loud, loud enough so that it sounds as if something much heavier is jumping. I think frogs, but I can't find any, and there couldn't be so many frogs. My eyes are, of course, nearsighted, but they are sensative enough to relatively little light to pick up a shape at my foot. I crouch. It is a spider, at least two inches long. The shape and relatively nomadic behavior suggest wolf spider, but most wolf spiders I see are dwarfs compared to this giant. In tropical places, I have seen tarantulas

Recollections

1 deviation

Watercolor

2 deviations

Monotype

1 deviation

Scraps

2 deviations

What Are We? by Scopimera, literature

Literature

What Are We?

For We Must All Die by Scopimera, literature

Literature

For We Must All Die

I can’t sleep, though I still get tired. But I can still dream. I actually wish I couldn’t. I woke from my reverie in pure panic, gallium sweat pouring from my metal body. My head snapped around to the left, then to the right. Nothing. But my instincts were still screaming They’re coming to get me they’re coming to get me run away run away. “That,” I announced to the world, “would depend on who they are, eh?” Then I snickered to myself, and barely managed to get control of myself before I collapsed into a laughing madness. “Right,” I gasped, trying to shove down the insanity that

No Second Chances? by Scopimera, literature

Literature

No Second Chances?

Every month, Music of the Spheres took take-out Chinese (or Mexican, or Thai, or Ethiopian) into the desert and watched the sunset. And we weren’t about to let the prospective end of the world get in the way of take-out Thai. Or, at least, the others weren’t. Wasn’t like I had much of a choice. One of the first things I’d discovered about my Power was that I couldn’t eat while using it. Initially that had seemed to not be nearly as bad as not being able to feel touch, but this was take-out Thai. I loved Thai. “So, first order of business,” Dave said b

Dirge of the Silvanshee by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Dirge of the Silvanshee

You dare? You dare judge us? You, who have lived a simple life, An easy life. Pathetic. Oh yes, I say— Pathetic! Have you ever held the fate, The fate of worlds, In your paws? Hmm? What about the lives Of billions of sophonts? No? I thought not. You, You little planar traveler, Thinking he’s all experienced. You haven’t experienced pain. You haven’t experienced war. You haven’t experienced hatred. You haven’t experienced longing. Damn you! You’re so damn lucky And you can’t even see it! I have walked the planes. I have walked the planes between the planes. I have even gone Outside, to that lan

Journey Home by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Journey Home

Gradually awareness returned to my body. Was it awareness, and was it returning? I wasn't sure. In any event, I gradually became aware of my surroundings and location. I was on a gurney. My friends were around me. And there was fire all around us. "He's awake," I heard someone say. Their voice seemed to come from a distance away. Was this what dying felt like? Maybe. Idiot. Check your vital signs, but for God's sake, stay metal. The voice, as familiar to me as my own, stirred joy inside of me. Duma. Now, I'm going to absorb you into me. It should work, and your weight won't slow everybody else down. Relay that to the others. Charts and moni

And Let Us Not Go Quietly Into the Dark by Scopimera, literature

Literature

And Let Us Not Go Quietly Into the Dark

I woke up spreadeagled. My whole body was…. Paralyzed, I supposed, but it felt more like it was locked in place. A quick mental scan of myself told me I was still metal, and dramatically increasing my sensitivity to touch told me that nothing was touching me aside from air. A magnetic field, then, I thought dispassionately. The eagle stood in front of me. The eagle. "We're much alike," he said quietly. "Aren't we?" The pressure on my head suddenly was released. "Fuck you," I snarled. There was a flash of color and my head went snapping to the right. Another flash and it was snapping to the left. And it hurt. Metal screeched as it tore,

Sacrifice by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Sacrifice

"Nikki's sending rootlets to trip all of the fuses and breakers," Dave warned through my earpiece as I ducked a blow and pressed a thermite paintball to the morph who'd thrown it just as he stepped on another one. Naturally, he screamed in pain, which was deeply unfortunate. "Acknowledged," I muttered, registering the slight magnetic field being produced by the electricity rushing through exposed metal pipelines and giving them a wide berth, even though arcs of electricity leapt the gap which rather convienently electrocuted the last member of the patrol. Maybe I'd get lucky and the current would burn out anything keeping Icestar from escapi

Invasion, In Reverse by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Invasion, In Reverse

I smelled fear, and it came from us. We couldn't approach the alien's base by vehicle, so we had to travel on foot--Nikki and Tobias couldn't risk being seen. It felt like we were being hunted. Twice we'd had near misses with... something, something large, slithering, and slimy. Again I wished that the lead on the warehouse had been completely right, or that the signal hadn't gone into the forest, only to vanish because of bad reception. But finally, after half an hour of hiking, we were there. Before us was the base. It was well-hidden to be sure. Their metamaterial cloak was flawless--but they hadn't counted on me. I knew what 'trees' didn

Revelations by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Revelations

I stared at my paws, having hid upstairs after half an hour or so. What had I done? Why had I spoke? My... insanity, my sociopathy. I was going insane. The long term exposure to the Inducer Sphere wasn't doing me any favors, and though I didn't like to think about it much... sometimes offspring took after their parents when their parents were carried away by the Change. In some areas I never would have been born; my father would have been sterilized. And... I had admitted it. To Nikki. She was one of my best friend, and I had let it all spill out. But she was terrified, and I knew that. Every time she looked at Tobias or I, I could pick up h

Revelation by Scopimera, literature

Literature

Revelation

"Blaze!" My ears flattened. "Nikki, I'm right next to you." I had been since I'd heard her scream. Due to the restructuring of my eyeballs, my head, my feet (which were now digigrade), and my intestines, I hadn't had much sleep, even though my inner feline badly wanted it. "I'm seeing weird colors!" Presumably she was not referring to my father's awful taste in wallpaper. "That's part of the ultraviolet spectrum. Perfectly normal for a bird morph." A little mental window popped up, showing me a before-and-after analysis of her cranium. "And what the fuck happened to your head?" "'Major reconstruction of the cranium.'" She cawed weakly. "F

2 3 4 Next