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Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 5 by tamtamgod, literature

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Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 5

Rage consumed her, and even within the hold of the Axos, she felt her stomach coiling with hot flashes that set her heart pounding. She waited, waited, for control to return, gripping her feelings tightly so that they weren’t discharged out to her people. The weightlessness was all around, and she was the Axos, and the wrath still burnt inside her as she was broken off from the world. She couldn’t temper this feeling, and she blasted it into all of the soldiers, the millions of them, all at once, and they flared up into a berserker army. It still wasn’t enough, but the pounding of the guns and the wave of slaughter unleashed

Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 4 by tamtamgod, literature

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Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 4

Anja embraced Tira once more, and the Axomedians rejoiced. To celebrate the return of the Requio’s strength, the citizens of Axomedes Core worked through the night at the foundries and weapons stations, and the soldiers died with snarls on their lips. The unprecedented arrival of a new dios caught the Darinham military by surprise, as the Axomedian forces fought with renewed vigour and renowned bastardry. The months in the wake of Federich’s death were absolved over the following weeks, as the soldiers gritted their teeth and pushed back. The differences between the new and previous dios could be felt by everyone; whereas Federich

Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 3 by tamtamgod, literature

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Monuments, Pivots and War - Ch. 3

When she awoke, it was in a daze. The quiet rooms, dressed in the traditional spirituality of the Requio’s station, were briefly unfamiliar to her, with all of their shades of gold and brown, bronze and red. She wondered why she felt so empty and tense, as if her body was waiting for something. She’d been dreaming of another person’s life – Tozashi’s. She sat up and shielded her eyes from the awful sunlight she’d wanted to avoid, remembering similar, but different blasts of light through Tozashi’s eyes. Throughout the morning everything passed through her mind, memories rising to the fore one after a

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Mother and Baby by tamtamgod, literature

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Mother and Baby

“MOTHer, what are you DOING?” ‘MOTHer’ pauses and looks around at ‘Baby’, waiting expectantly as it tries to focus on what it’s seeing. “MOTHer, what are you DOING?” Barely a pause, and then again, its voice rising and falling incredulously: “MOTHer, what are you DOING?” Despite no facial features, it clearly cannot comprehend the scene. Rooted to the spot, its servos are whirring, preparing to flee. Mother starts to reply, saying in its best rendition of soothing tones, “I’m trying to pull apart-” “What are you DOING?” “-

Not the dark, but what is in the dark by tamtamgod, literature

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Not the dark, but what is in the dark

A woman is feeling unwell, and goes to her doctor complaining about muscle cramps, aches and feeling weak. He advises her to include more bananas in her diet; however he warns her that the sudden change in potassium levels may have some side effects, including mild hallucinations. These aren’t dangerous, and should wear off after a week, so she does not need to be concerned. The woman goes home, and after a day or so she is starting to feel better. But that night, she thinks she catches sight of something out of the front window. A figure standing near the trees a short distance from the house. She thinks it is a trick of the shado

Nova Terra by tamtamgod, literature

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Nova Terra

Emily stared at the temperature gauge, willing herself to believe that it really was 21 degrees out there. The air on her face didn’t feel like it. It felt dead, and frozen, and struck through straight to her bones. But the gauge still said the same thing. She wondered if it was broken, and had converted to Fahrenheit while she slept. But no, there was the little symbol for Centigrade, looking like a copyright – the temperature was without a doubt 21 degrees. She looked for a window so she could see outside for herself, but of course that habit was useless. She was in space. Spaceships had no windows

Mechanic Lost by tamtamgod, literature

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Mechanic Lost

Across space the mechanic searched, dirt from countless planets collecting in the creases of her faded boots. She felt the heat of suns and the cold of hyperspace, all in the back of her disconnected mind. She shuffled and twisted, lost and alone, and as time went by she began to stumble. Her face was drawn with an inner emptiness. Passing through metal civilisations, she reached out a hand to feel their smooth walls, closing her eyes when they were always the wrong ones. From one world to the next, she touched wall after wall, some dusted with ice, some dripping with moisture, and others covered with rich vegetation. The

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This is not politically correct... by tamtamgod, literature

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This is not politically correct...

He was so nervous. His stomach twisted up impossibly every time he looked at her. He took a huge swig of beer, and looked up at her again over the lip of his glass. He almost choked this time, and anxiously he glanced around the beer garden to see if anyone was staring. It was pretty late, so everyone was blind drunk by now and not paying him any attention. Curtis felt disheartened. He really liked Fiona, and he wanted to impress her, but he’d used up all of his best jokes half an hour ago. He couldn’t tell if she liked him or not. Was she wishing she could go home? Was she wishing she was blind too, so she could make it thro

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I Asked Them Why by tamtamgod, literature

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I Asked Them Why

When I was ten, I asked them why they hated me. They replied it was because I’m black, and dirty. When I was sixteen, I asked them again why they hated me. They said it was because I’m gay, and disgusting. When I was twenty, I asked them once more, why they hated me. They told me it was because I’m a telekinetic, and I was a freak. When we got married, I asked you why you loved me. You said it’s because I’m me, and to you I’m perfect.

The Hunt by tamtamgod, literature

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The Hunt

Flashing images. Different places all around her. Thump-thump-thump. Was that her heart, or her feet? She couldn’t register anything at all, as she jumped from place to place. She was running through the forest, teleporting with each step as far as she could, but she had long ago lost the stamina to get out of this place. She could only make it a few feet with each stride. Thump- her foot hitting the dead forest floor. Push off and teleport ahead, thump- her other foot touching the ground. Leap again. Flashing through the trees, an unbelievable view, yet her pursuer didn’t lose sight of her. She was lost. But he wasn’t.

To You by tamtamgod, literature

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To You

She entered the room softly, the subdued atmosphere wrapping around her. Her husband was on the bed, sitting withdrawn in his rumpled clothes. It was their last night together, before she had to return, to that place which terrified them both. The only light in the room came from the window. It was a dimming illumination passing through the curtains, dusk deepening into darkness. Her husband looked up at her, eyes lined with worry and fear, mouth tight and turning down. Wordlessly she went over to him, wanting to be held by him, and never have to let go. She lay on the bed and leaned back into him, feeling his strong body against h

Summer - Run The Blade Companion Piece by tamtamgod, literature

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Summer - Run The Blade Companion Piece

She strode across the land, searching for Hell. She had been wandering for so long, looking for that place. She didn't go near Heaven; there was an invisible field she could not cross and she skirted away from it. However, when she at last found Hell, in the mires of the city, she felt it was not the place for her, and she resumed her journey. She did not know where to go. She walked across the land, her striding steps imbued with something she did not recognise in herself. Her movements were mechanical, reacting and playing the part but not connecting. She was something…else. Unable to

Evolution Classes by tamtamgod, literature

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Evolution Classes

There are 3 main levels to Evos once you start to develop your specialty: Alpha, Beta and Gamma. Alpha is a singular title, given to the strongest Evo of that ability type. They have the most power, ability, technique, control and mastery of the ability. The character Nathan is the Alpha of the telekinetics, and Elektra is the Alpha of the technopaths for example. Betas are the deputies, if you like, of the Alpha. They are the top rank, often being the most powerful in a particular form of the ability, while still having great control over the rest. Rithi is a Beta elemental, having high natural talent for fire, but still maintaining

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 22, 1992
Australia
Deviant for 14 years
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Deep in the heart of the wild, carnivorous continent known as Australia, lies a pit that leads to the bowels of Tartarus and the eternal torture and damnation that awaits within. From this well of hellishness emerged...The God of Doom!!!

As you can see, I'm slightly speshul in the head. I'm an Australian, operating under the pseudonym Jasmine Cassington 'cause I'm paranoid and shy even on the Anonymous Interwebz.

Anyhoo, I love science fiction, and I'm eternally obsessed with Star Wars and the Stargate franchise. I love Greek mythology, as well as Norse and Egyptian. I have a slight obsession with Russia, including its literature and Babushka/Matroshka dolls. I have about a hundred chickens that are all pets of mine and I love them :)

My gallery is kinda all over the place, and there's a lot of random stuff that isn't mind-blowing, or even well-written. But I have this personal theory that everything I write is important for my own technical growth, and you never know what someone wants to read or will like. I know that a lot of the random pieces I do that aren't so important to me, and that I don't try really hard on, lots of people like. But the more time-consuming ones that I'm personally invested in don't get as much attention. So, I just put everything up.

On a side-note, I am an insane spelling and grammar freak. Just- be warned. Most of the books I've read recently have horrific grammar, and I honestly don't know how they could be published.

Here's a collection I'm starting of emotes that I like, because I can never think of the one I want off the top of my head

Current Residence: The universe.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: ... narcissistic much?
Print preference: after all these years on here, I still don't know what this means, so...LOOK, A DISTRACTION!
Favourite genre of music: Dance, rock, symphonic rock/metal, house, classical, 70s, 80s, euro, industrial, asian pop
Favourite photographer: The one that stalks you all >3
Favourite style of art: Digital
Operating System: Preferably one that can hack into alien spaceships.
MP3 player of choice: Um, I have a third-hand iPod whose battery can't handle my fickle scrolling.
Shell of choice: Egg
Wallpaper of choice: A good one?
Skin of choice: Wait, I can choose? Radioactive! Let me glow like a toxic mushroom!
Favourite cartoon character: Chester McBadbat, Stewie Griffin, looooots of anime, Chef, Gwen, Duncan and Izzy from Total Drama Island (Ex-ploseeevo!)
Personal Quote: Apathy gets you everywhere

Favourite Visual Artist

None, except my friends. None of the 'greats' interest me.

Favourite Movies

Star Wars!!! The Lion King 1 and 2, Black Hawk Down, The Boondock Saints, V For Vendetta, Once Upon A Time in the West

Favourite TV Shows

All 3 Stargates, Sanctuary, Farscape, Doctor Who, Criminal Minds, Total Drama, Fairly Odd Parents, anime, Bones, Are You Being Served, Family Guy, American Dad, Spartacus, Game of Thrones, Ringer, Top Gear, Shameless, Being Human, Akta Manniskor

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nickelback, t.A.T.u., Within Temptation, ABBA, Bee Gees, John Williams, Daft Punk, Josh Groban, Rammstein, Lacuna Coil, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Il Divo, Xandria, Tchaikovsky, more and more Asian pop

Favourite Books

So many! Nineteen Eighty-Four, A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, The Iliad, The Odyssey, The Silver Brumby series, Anne of Green Gables, Tasmanian Babes Fiasco, Hover Car Racer, Scarecrow series, Tower and the Hive series, Pern series, lots more

Favourite Writers

Anne McCaffrey, Matthew Reilly, Elyne Mitchell, John Birmingham, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, L. M. Montgomery, David Eddings, Terry Brooks

Favourite Games

Jedi Academy, Age of Mythology, Rise of Nations, Star Wars Battlefront 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC. My tiny hands and lack of coordination mean I suck at consoles. Plus, hotkeys are the bessssst.

Tools of the Trade

My twisted little mind

Other Interests

Doomifying, obsessing over Star Wars, killing characters XD Um reading, writing, ranting, karate, dreaming about getting into pyrography, making pets out of my adorable chookies ^_^

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tamtamgod

Aug 18, 2016

The dilemma

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When you feel like writing, but lying on the bed wallowing in despair at the thought of writing is equally tempting :hmm:

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tamtamgod

Jun 8, 2016

12,000! And still no-one is commenting.

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See above. Am I not submitting enough? Do people think my page is dead, and it's not worth commenting? Is that the problem? This is just really frustrating.

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tamtamgod

Feb 16, 2016

11,00? What?

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When? WHY ARE NONE OF THEM COMMENTING :stare:

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julian0123

May 23, 2017

Happy birthday

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Oct 16, 2016

Thanks for the favorite my Fantasy candle marquetry!

tamtamgod

Nov 9, 2016

No problem, your work is amazing

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Aug 11, 2016

www.gofundme.com/2j46x7xw

I am working.

It may not be a traditional job.

I am though. I'm also my dads caregiver. He's terminal and disabled. Makes it hard to get out of the house.

He's on oxygen 24/7, he's got urinals, he can't cook for himself.

The state of Nevada won't pay family members to care for him, nor will they put him in a home. They say he doesn't have memory issues like Alzheimers. They don't live with him. I do. So, we're moving home or trying to move home. I've already started the process with the company I was with before we left Colorado last year.

If anyone, and I mean anyone could help... I'd appreciate it. One of my best friends already did, she can't help much, but... Please! I want to make the last little bit of his life pleasant, my little brother deserves to be with his friends.

My pride is taking a hit as it is. I can't tell you how much I would appreciate the help. My gratitude would know no bounds.

Happy birthday

Thanks!

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