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0hgraivty's Alter Ego by MechanicalGraphite

MechanicalGraphite expounded greatly on my initial design to make it, well, insanely badass!

if y'all have the time check out his gallery will ya?


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tagged by cristinewakesuphappy.

What's the story behind it?

"You can tell a lot about a person by what they write, but there are lots of other ways to get an idea of who they are. What they wear; what they read; what their room looks like; what posters they hang on their walls; what they keep in their bedside drawer. If you're like me, bored with answering the same questions, then feel free to jump in and show your watchers who you are in a different way. :D (Big Grin)"
- words from SilverInkblot, the meme's creator

now, what do we do?

Bullet; Pink Post a selfie.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your bed.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your bookshelf.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of one of your more unusual possessions.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of a favorite accessory you love to wear.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of something you've had since childhood.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your pet(s).
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your neighborhood.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your closet.
Bullet; Pink Post a photo of your shoes.
Bullet; Blue a short description after each photo would be sweet. 

It begins.


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my mug. I know, I know-- 
OMG. Gravity's...not a robot.


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the blanket is as lush as it looks.

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yeah it's a cheap mess and I am ashamed.
I will read all of those books eventually (save for the text books, lol)

unusual possession. 
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it's half an old wine bottle.
cut and smoothed for drinking by yours truly.


don't have one. not an accessory wearing person.

childhood possession.

a stuffed animal dog named patches.
can't take a photo of him cause he's at my parents house.
I always wanted to film him when I was gone to see if he moved.


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max. miss you every day, big guy. kind, smart, loyal, introverted as hell.
(when we went to get him, he was hiding behind his mom's leg)
whole family loves popcorn; this dog loved the hell out of popcorn.
"dogs aren't people"
fight me.


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that's in the fall. nice seasons here.
I'm in an apartment but my unit is way up in the woods.
closest thing to an isolated cabin in the forest as I'll probably ever get.


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I'm not the most stylish person...clearly.


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pretty worn down but I love em.

I'm not going to tag anyone but feel free to participate. link me if you decide to do it.



Entropies and Fallouts
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
I'm a college student at the moment. Graduated. Majored in Cognitive Science.
I love music. I write. I draw. I read. I breathe. I eat. I drink. I sleep (sometimes).

Yeah... so that's me in a nutshell.

Favorite Musicians:
Radiohead (favorite band), Arcade Fire, The National, Andrew Bird, Elliot Smith, Relient K, Regina Spektor, Coldplay, Sufjan Stevens,Bon Iver, Sigur Ros, Explosions in the Sky, Max Richter, Neutral Milk Hotel, Bright Eyes, TV on the Radio, Daughter...
this list goes on...and continues to grow exponentially

how much would you pay to hear me rap? 

6 deviants said shut up and take all the money in the world
3 deviants said one million dollars
2 deviants said one billion dollars
2 deviants said lol zero...nobody wants to hear you rap, G
2 deviants said I've already heard you rap, silly. you rock :D
2 deviants said I've already heard you rap...bless your heart :/


wind reveals itself --
caught in her black shroud,
it pulls around her nudity,
standing at the foot of a picturesque
landscape, mountains and hills layered
like a spread deck of cards.
lush and blooming,
colors muted by mist.

the wind twists and moans.

still by contrast,
is waiting for its thunderdrunk
master on the horizon --
the storm keeps a short leash.

prayers whisk from her dry lips

wash away the grief, no
drown me instead
god, drown me instead...

and below, the body of water stirs.
she measures her footsteps
from his room
like her mother measured her
innocence, carving a mark
in the kitchen door frame,
kissing her forehead,
stroking her hair.

she turns slow
as a wind-up ballet dancer,
so quiet you can hear
the crank and click of time.

he is sleeping too heavy to witness
her looking back at him, to witness
her decision to leave,
wrapped in childhood memories
this is about leaving
wrote this about a year ago.

found it going through old stuff.

Whales drifted passed the window. Big, live, water planes in the deep and wide, wet and quiet sky. They glided by -- large saucer eyes watching, monstrous tails propelling. The whole dry world had sunk into the light-filtered blue. The classroom filled to the brim with salty water; air bubbles rushed back to where they belonged, back to the other side. She lay on the desks, eyes closed, arms crossed and hugging, alone save for the powerful beasts outside the window. What a vision beyond where she rested. If only she could press her hand through the barrier, through the glass…

Wake… they rumbled.

Wake up…

I want to, she whispered, her lips moving slightly.

Angie, wake up!

She took a deep breath as if resurfacing. Her eyes shot open.

“Ms. Tally was giving you the eye again.”

“Hmm…” Angie’s eyelids drooped down to half-mass. Johnny shook his head and pushed back into his seat.

Ms. Tally droned on about integrals while slowly drawing mathematical symbols in chalk with an age-spotted hand. No one knew whether her name inspired her interest in math or if it was only a coincidence. Regardless, it was clear the answer would not make her teaching any more engaging.

After the bell rang, Angie headed to her locker. She swung the door open and pulled out a notebook for English and History.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, zombie.”

“Shut up, Johnny.”

“You forget to take your meds, sleeping beauty.”

Angie slammed her locker and stared Johnny dead in the face.

“Well which is it, asshole? The walking dead or princess?”

He rubbed his chin, feigning deep thought.

“Maybe next time I’ll kiss you awake, princess.” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises.

“Fuck you.” She smirked and walked passed him, toward the classroom.

They had been friends since elementary school. She saved him from the cruelty of kids. In fourth grade he let his hair grow to flowing. Long blond hair and big, bright blue eyes. He was a beautiful little boy. Too beautiful. The kids had cornered him one day on the playground. One boy with short-cropped hair had a pair of scissors; Angie saw him sneak them from the craft table. She had considered alerting the teacher, but for the teasing to stop once and for all, she knew it had to be handled out in the yard. Kids had slowly gathered around little Johnny huddled on the ground, and short-cropped hair boy looming over him, scissors out and flashing angrily in the sun. After some taunting, the boy reached for Johnny with his free hand. Angie grabbed him by the wrist, “leave him alone” she had said evenly, cold. The boy straightened himself to his full height, his eyes level with fourth-grade Angie’s nose. He puffed up his chest and demanded a reason why. All those weeks of eavesdropping on her mother’s conversations had been material for creating her secret weapon. William plays with dolls? You mean like action-figures? Barbie dolls? Where does he…Ohhh right., Sara. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, Cynthia… A weapon that required no violence but would leave the boy equally devastated, if not more so. She leaned in to whisper in Will’s ear. His eyes widened and his hands loosed at his sides, dropping the scissors; they didn’t make a sound as they landed in the grass. Johnny peeked over his arm, he had held up in defense. Angie and he locked eyes. From then on it was dynamic duo, two peas in a pod, best friends forever.

Ever since the diagnosis, their roles in the friendship had switched. Johnny was now the protective sibling. The enemy no longer loomed with scissors nor surrendered by blackmail. The cruel child hovered more like a dark cloud, untouchable in the sky. There were no secrets to lessen the shadow it cast. This cruel kid kept her drowsy, kept her life unpredictable in the worse way. But Johnny did his comedic best to keep the lights on, to keep her encouraged.  

“You never answered me, Ang.” Johnny followed her down the hall and catching up to her, draped an arm over her shoulder.

“No. I didn’t.”

“Angie, come on.” He pulled her to a stop and turned her to face him.

“What?” She shrugged. “I’m tired-“

“Well, duh. That’s what happens when you don’t take your medication.”

Angie punched him in the arm. “Will you let me finish!” He winced with a smirk and rubbed his arm.

 “I’m tired of being awake, forced awake. Sometimes it’s nice to embrace it, you know? Sometimes it feels like a gift instead of a curse. Johnny, I get these dreams. They are so…vivid. I enter into a whole other world. A better world.”

“Hey, what kind of world is better without me in it?” He whined with a puppy dog pout.

She chuckled. “Okay, not better. Different. Not quite as dull. Does that make sense?”

He nodded. “I get it. I really do.” He ran a hand through his long blond hair and with empathetic, ocean blue eyes woke her. “We’re destined to be different, aren’t we sleeping beauty?”

Her eyes filled to the brim, the world sunk into quivering tears. She pulled Johnny into a tight hug and he squeezed her close.

on day two trillion
She made minuscule
hills and valleys
on the back of my neck
radiate slowly
across my skin,
in a warm rush
with her eyes
with her smile
with her

called it "love"

and She saw it was good
we never existed.
oh, we breathed and sighed,
eyed the eyes of future lovers,
said goodbye to the true lover
of our once in a lifetime lives --
we could have never known.
but there will be other ones,
elevens, one hundred and one
ways to become, to plug into reality;
realness is in everyone and in no one
at once.there is no ant without the colony,
nothing without the company --
we are misery;
we are miserable 
no man is an island
there was a spider on my ceiling this morning and I let it live.


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TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Edited May 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, and thank you for the faves! :heart:
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bedlamfornow Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2015   Writer
Thank you very much for the watch and the favorite. :heart:
IyraEMM Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
thankya for the fave :)
beeinthebottle Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2015   Writer
TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry if this is a little bit out of the blue, but what are your preferred pronouns?
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015   General Artist
Tag a quality deviant: You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! Heart
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for :+fav:ing, honey. :heart:
your-methamphetamine Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2014  Student Writer
it should be all over the interwebz. :stare:


I love you, bestest giraffefriend gravebunkbuddy :heart:
sedge-s Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey Gravity
Thanks for the favourite
Kenalli Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch back!
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