Las Vegas deviantMEET at The Venetian
Location: The Venetian Resort Hotel Casino
Sands Expo Hall C
201 Sands Avenue
Las Vegas, NV 89109 When: Sunday, December 1st @ 5:30pm On Sunday, December 1st, deviants of all ages are invited to join us in taking over the Venetian for a deviantMEET and gaining special, free access to Preview Night of Autodesk CAVE Conference! Connect with deviantART staff, fellow deviants, and recreate your online connections offline with the help of deviantART and Autodesk. The deviantART crew will be waiting in the Sands Expo Hall C (at the Venetian) to meet and greet, hand out nametags, and then we'll head to the CAVE Conference floor to take over Preview Night in deviant style! Feel free to bring with you your favorite digital tablet, sketchbooks, notepads, and cameras.
When worlds collide CHAPTER 1:THE PLAN AND THE PROBLEM On the huge planet Vernixia,the the Queen was bored to tears. So she called her adviser so he could give her some good ideas to counter boredom. "SHINKO!!!!!!!",she called at the top of her lungs. The skinny adviser came at top speed to answer her call. "Y-Yes your majasty...Q-Qeen Tima",he was her new advisor since the other one tried to betray her. "Im bored, Im so bored that I was crying,please give me something that would cure this sickness" "Well you could play video games o-or go to the grand festival this week",he smiled a little but she only scowled even further. "Been there done that, is there anything else that isn't so childish?",she asked getting annoyed. "Well t-there is the yearly battle tournament at the official stadium next week" "Hmm......"The queen went deep into thought for a few minutes,then she suddenly burst out of chair. "I just suddenly came up with a great idea!!!!!!!!!, you may leave now Shinko"and with that said she walked When worlds collide by chibi5
Daily HaikusA spot light above, time freezes around me now, lost upon its awe. A shining painting, migrating west before me, From across the world. The fall of winter, Shines of early morning light, Warm nights radiate. The dark streets beyond, Driving through calm beams of light, Vacant, block by block. Gliding the smooth brush, The fragrance of each pigment, The blooming colors. Crowded by nature, Embraced by the foliage, No discerning way. Scratching the soft fur, The purring calms us both, Then leaps off again. Each sole beats concrete, My lungs struggle to keep up, Cooled down by the breeze. Not too bright to gaze, Warmth subduing the cold air, Red-orange flashing. Amber pouring down, as aroma rises up with a warm smooth flavor. Grey skies veil the day, while settled snow chills the air, like a meat locker. Lost seagulls flocking, ravaging frosted garbage, in a brisk white fog. The pulsing speakers, while drumming worn upholstery, controlled by the beat. The ice cascades down under a cool win Daily Haikus by StripedTiger711
Heart of Night: Intro"Ice cream you scream we all scream for ice cream." That is the sound you hear by little children in the streets while they chased down an ice cream truck playing its happy tune. The ice cream truck slows down and stops for the little children. The ice cream man puts it in park, goes into the back of the truck, and he rolls up the truck window. The children line up to get their fudge bars, drumsticks, ice cream sandwiches, and rocket popsicles. Each child either holds a few dollars, spare change, or some quarters from their piggy banks waiting for a taste of a frosty treat of summer. The summer heat was so bad you could fry an egg on the sidewalk and probably a side of bacon too. But, humans do exaggerate stories from time to time...even little children. You could see the little children licking their lips as the money was exchanged for a cold, creamy, sugary treat. Personally, I hated ice cream ever since it was invented, but that's another story for a different time. The year is 1972 Heart of Night: Intro by XxAsahi
Hollywood deviantMEET at WeWork
7083 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90028 When: Wednesday, November 20th @ 7:00pm Whether you've attended previous deviantART events, or you want to make this your first, this deviantMEET promises to be an event unlike any before! Opening with an exclusive storytelling session, deviantART CEO and Co-Founder, Angelo Sotira ( ), will share behind-the-scenes stories about deviantART's inception and formative years. Then stick around for fun, traditional deviantMEET-type activities -- sketching with friends, chatting with staff, and maybe even walking away with a bit of swag. spyed
Bad Dream? ... Or Nightmare?I had the weirdest night last night. Like, I don't even know what my subconscious was doing, so, yeah. Be prepared for freaky weirdness. ... I was minding my own business on google, researching some exotic bird. Apparently it looks like that bird from UP. All of a sudden, there was this huge bang. Looking out the window, I see the bird that I was researching. Or, well, a baby one. I went outside, and it sort of walked up to me. I think it thought I was its mother or something like that. The oodlezoo (that's what it was called) started cuddling my ankles and sort of affectionately nipping them. It let me pick it up, and I named it Gangry. I don't know why. Ask my mind. So, Gangry and I went to work together. Apparently I had a job. My job was being the assistant to the head librarian of some big-ass, pompous university. So I'm doing my work, and Gangry is sort of roosting on a book about knitting. There was a screech and when I look Bad Dream? ... Or Nightmare? by Anniquin
Imaginary Valentine'sImagine me on your best days, Imagine me at your worst. Imagine me as a beautiful angel, Imagine me as a demon. Imagine me when you want to see me, Imagine me when you don't; It's the only way you will. I won't be there, I can't. I'm not real. Just in your imagination. Hold your hand and believe it's mine. Cry yourself to sleep and wish the blankets are my arms. Believe I'm there when I'm not, Believe I feel what only you know; Believe me, I was never really there; you just believed I was. Create me when you need to escape, Embrace me when you don't. Hold me when you want to love, Close your eyes when you don't. But I will always want to love you, I who live in your wildest fantasies, in you distant dreams, and because you wished it In your memories. I am a lie, I was never there and I will never be; But remember me: Remember me today, Remember me next year, and every year after that. If you laugh or if you cry, In your sleep and when you wake. When you're happiest, and when you want t Imaginary Valentine's by theShadowGrove
The Diary 1I woke up screaming, curled into the fetal position on my bed, eyes shut, and drenched in a cold sweat. It was still dark; I looked around to see that my bedroom has painted with an eerie blue glow. I tried to remember my dream, before I forgot it, but found myself not really wanting to. "I need to see this," I told myself. I closed my eyes again, I only saw black. "Another nightmare?" Daniel's unmistakable high pitched voice asked. He was lying next to me. I rolled my eyes, and got up to go to the bathroom, ignoring him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not homophobic, Daniel's my best friend, but he's in love with me, and I'm heterosexual (I don't like using the word straight, even though I often do because it's shorter, because it implies that if you are not straight, you are bent, damaged). I got to the sink and splashed water on my face, taking a long look at myself in the reflection of the chrome faucet. I noticed a figure standing behind me in the reflection; at first I thought it was Da The Diary 1 by theShadowGrove
If I Never Said AnythingWhat if I say nothing? What if I just do what I've wanted to do all along; Taking you in my arms, and never letting go, Kissing you and never opening my eyes Because I don't want this moment to end. I don't want to have to leave and be normal, or feel normal ever again; I want to be extraordinary. I want to feel the way only the most optimistic of people dream of feeling. I want to be consumed by love or lust or passion or whatever it is that drives me to wake up in the morning and breathe, Because I know each breath is poison, Each step is a needle through my bones Without you. I don't want to spend time on words, Our lives are so short And words can only say so much. So if I never said anything, If I just did, Maybe what I did would be worth every possible word I could say and more, Maybe what I did would be perfect and there would be no need for words. But words are all I have, So you'll have to take my words and wrap yourself in them, Take every word and all the punctuation If I Never Said Anything by theShadowGrove
Los Angeles deviantMEET at Directors Guild
Location: Directors Guild of America
7920 Sunset Blvd.
Hollywood, CA 90046 When: Monday, June 3rd @ 7:30pm You are invited to join deviantART in watching Disney Nature's Wings of Life, directed by our very own , at the Directors Guild of America. Enjoy a Q&A with Louie immediately following the film, then grab a burger with deviantART staff and fellow deviants at The Counter! (The Counter is a short walk across the street from the Directors Guild.) louieschwartzberg To attend this event, you'll need to email your RSVP to Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life". Please include your name and a guest's name (if you plan on bringing a guest), stating that you wish to attend the Wings of Life screening. Only one guest per person, please. There will be self-parking available in the Directors' Guild lot. There will be a security checkpoint, so please do not bring any items that you wouldn't bring to a regular movie theater. Since this is a movie screening, there's no need to bring anything but yourself and some money if you'd like to eat afterwards. If you plan on attending, please let us know below and be sure to email Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life"!
Seattle, WA deviantMEET at Pratt Fine Arts Center
Location: Pratt Fine Arts Center
1902 S Main St
Seattle, WA 98144 When: Saturday, March 23rd @ 1:00pm From 1:00 to 5:00 PM on Saturday, March 23rd, deviants of all ages are welcome to join us for a deviantMEET held at the Pratt Fine Arts Center in Seattle, WA. Bring your sketchbook to showcase your work with others, art supplies to collaborate with a friend, and/or a camera to capture memories! For those interested, an instructor from Pratt will also be present to guide a free workshop in screenprinting. Pratt has free Wi-Fi, so feel free to bring your laptop or tablet to show off your deviantART Profile Page and +Watch new friends. We’ll be creating art all day long, so get ready to be inspired! After the deviantMEET, we’ll head somewhere nearby to grab food for anyone who wants to continue the party. Please bring money for food, and we’ll eat within walking distance to Pratt. You won’t want to miss it! Join us!
Think ThinThink thin. "C'mon Leigh, it won't be THAT bad." Tyra said, her eyes eager as she polished off a bag of skittles. "I just- what if it hurts?" I was nervous, I had never done this before. "Leigh! Girl, you are so strong, you can do this! Just eat a lot first, and drink this." she handed me a half empty two litre of mixed soda. I started eating, the pain felt so good, my stomach hurt, it was full, I drank the 'swamp water' and we waited around 10 minutes. "It's time!" she said, and she hopped up and ran to the washroom, pulling me behind her. "Okay, so watch me, ok?" "Alright." You take whichever hand you feel comfortable with, and you take your middle and index finger and push them together tight, there is a small place in the back of your throat, you can feel it, when you touch it your eyes water. You play with it, and try and lift it, like this." she stuck her fingers down her throat and vomited into the toilet, she looked up, her face bright and full of happiness, her eyes were sligh Think Thin by pheonixsnave
The Explorer- A Story for a Contest The Universe was very playground. It was her home. It was were her heart was. She had explored every star, every nebula, and every galaxy. She saw all the sights and wonder of the universe. She floated through empty space as her curious eyes would wonder out every direction, while her purple hair was flowing right behind her. She was beautiful. She wore a simple white and she had smooth dark skin. There was always a laid-back, carefree smile on her face and a relaxed vibe around her. Even though she had the power to see what nobody else could see, she would always be a feeling she'd always feel. Loneliness. She never had a friend with her in the vast Universe. She was always traveling alone, wandering aimlessly through the Universe with nobody at her side to see all that she could see. When she lived on Earth, she was a regular teenage girl. She was bright, happy, and laid-back, until she entered High School. That's when everybody a The Explorer- A Story for a Contest by lightbleueyes
Christmas Specials (England x Reader)“Okay, bye guys! See ya! ‘Till next Christmas!” You grinned and waved your hand like a metronome, watching your grandparents, aunts, uncles, and other relations head out to their cars, taking certain leftovers from dinner and leaving behind a tower of gifts. You had watched it slowly grow throughout the evening as more family members arrived, and your skilled mom had managed to Tetris each box and bag so that it took up the least amount of space and nothing would be broken. It was now a perfect pyramid of presents. Score one for free time, eh? Deciding that ten in the evening was the perfect pajama time, because a gift tower like that is one that should be avoided until Christmas Day (you already knew that most of your gifts would be clothes) you retreated to your bedroom in search of warm sleepwear, because Christmas sweaters are great until your odd aunt knits you one from the itchiest possible thread she could find. She also had the strange habit of calling you <i> Christmas Specials (England x Reader) by Anonymous-Lizard
Something.A scream, A cry, into the endless sky, wanting, needing, praying, for something. A feeling, of waves, break upon the shores, erasing messages, long written in time, now never more. crying, begging, pleading, praying for the art to stay, lost in the fray, always their, but never found, all that is left, a scream, a cry, into the endless sky, wanting, needing, praying, for that something to come home. Something. by Ask-Shintan
A feelingA feeling Long forgotten, a sensation, a thrill, lost over time. O how do i crave, for you to be in my hand's, to help me create my Images, o how do i crave, to see the black ink strike paper. A feeling long forgotten, a sensation, a thrill, lost over time. A feeling by Ask-Shintan
My HopeMy Hope is Little, compared to Most, a Fragile Bird, where the Mocking Bird Sings, yet it sits, and it waits, for something to let it free, may be it should learn, How to kill a Mocking Bird. My Hope is Little, but it's will is strong, and in it's Cage, it shall sing, For my soul is free. My Hope by Ask-Shintan
deviantART Artists Showcase in London, England
Location: Blackall Studios Shoreditch
73 Leonard Street
United Kingdom When: Tuesday, July 3rd @ 8:00am On Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012 at 4:00 PM, we'll be hosting Urban Blighty, a deviantART Print Artist Showcase, at Blackall Studios Shoreditch. This eclectic collection of work by United Kingdom deviants aims to bring the local deviantART community together and celebrate the work of these amazing artists. Come by between 4:00 PM and 8:00 PM to enjoy browsing through a physical deviantART Gallery. We'll also be holding a raffle that may enable you to walk away with a Print from our featured artists! This is an all-ages event, and we welcome you to bring friends. Please join us!
Colour of LifeYou heard the ground shake. You could feel it in your bones, could you not? The air tumbled through itself in myriad colours. Sparkling in the sunlight that fractured as the ground beneath your heart imploded and all that was left was you. In a space filled with colour, filled with light. In your mind's eye it was a cliff, an ever mounting precipice of golden dawns, drenched blue evenings, warm green days and metallic black nights. You could not understand the inevitability beneath your eyes, the darkness layered under the colour was a darkness unrecognisable. But the space could not hold you forever. Your mind saw the colour the indeterminable apocalypse of sunshine and felt it move away, the layers of night engulf you, the sense of life leave you. Your heart beat in the nothing, but could not grasp the air and your life lifted as a whisper away from the night into the freshness of your memory. You left me that night, and I will never forget. But the colour of your days, the light of Colour of Life by sogfrog13