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.
The Perceived Affection of a Solar KissA thin beam of sunlight shone through his window, and spilled onto the floor. This was his favorite time of day. For just a few minutes, the sun was in just the right place to shine through the buildings, and into his room. He had always been enamored by the sun. A star of incomparable beauty, and unfathomable distance. A bright beacon in a sea of black. It belonged to everyone, and no one. It shone all over the world, but in these few minutes, this one beam was all his. This slice of the heavens. All of its light, its warmth. Its love. It was his, and he didn’t have to share. A sliver of impossible radiance, existing only for him. The light disappeared as quickly as it had come, plunging the room back into darkness. The cold after, that was the worst part. The inverse of afterglow. He could go outside, he knew. But it wouldn’t be the same. It would be light without sincerity. Warmth without love. It wouldn’t be special. It wouldn’t be his. He would just have to The Perceived Affection of a Solar Kiss by roninhobbit
The Lullaby“Bedtime!” he said, as he closed the curtains. A thin stream of light still crept through, splashing on the floor. “Close them all the way, daddy!” “Aren’t you a bit old for this?” “Please, daddy? You know I’m afraid of the light.” The father sighed, and pulled the curtains closer together. “And the rest?” said the daughter. “Come, now.” “Last time. I promise.” she said. “That's what you said yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that. And every day for a thousand years.” “Pretty please?” The father smiled. “Very well.” The father whispered a word, older than any other. It was low, and guttural, and sinister… unintelligible, yet somehow still profane. The word itself tasted of oil, and bone, and ash. At its utterance, the remaining patches of light in the room shuddered to life and slithered like snakes, crawling away into the cracks and The Lullaby by roninhobbit
Morgan and Drake - Holiday“This is an incredibly delicate process,” said Alex, “and I need you to be as quiet as possible.” Sophie looked at him in disbelief. She raised her finger at him in retort, but pulled it back quickly as the sword missed it by inches. The blade sank deep into the wall. The assassin hissed, struggling to free his weapon. Sophie took advantage of the opening, slipping beneath her attacker’s guard and exploding upwards with as fierce an uppercut as she could muster.
With Sophie that is, in fact, quite fierce. The black-hooded man staggered backwards into a bookcase filled with various hideous-looking specimens floating in jars. The shelves collapsed beneath him as he fell into an unconscious heap, the various preserved flora and fauna emptying onto his limp form. Alex, unfazed, carefully added another drop of green fluid into the test tube he held. “Sophie, please.” Sophie, flustered, blew a puff of air at the golden lock that had dislodged Morgan and Drake - Holiday by roninhobbit
OC Bio - Roni CameronVeronica Xanthippe Cameron was born on 16 September 1958; everyone called her "Veronica" until, at about age 5, she stated that since everyone else in the family had a short name (everyone else went by a two-syllable name
even "Mommy" and "Daddy"), she wanted one too. From that time on, she was "Roni," pronounced like "Ronnie." When she learned to spell, she spelled it "R-O-N-I," and the first person who pronounced it like "ROH-nee" (the last two syllables of "macaroni") got kicked in the shins. (It didn't seem to bother her at all that it was a teacher.) Roni grew up as a tomboy and a rebel, and, while intellectually gifted like her siblings, had little interest in school, didn't apply herself, and eventually dropped out during her sophomore year, in 1974. She ran away, left the state and has been out-of-touch ever since. The family prays for her every night. Our little devil-child will add a bit of spice to the OC Bio - Roni Cameron by nighthawk81
OC Bio - Lisa CameronAnneliese Zenobia Cameron was born on 23 April 1957, and was immediately called "Lisa." She has enjoyed a rather playful rivalry with her brother all throughout their lives. She graduated high school in 1972, the same year as her brother Michael, but obviously a year younger, at age 15. Michael always refers to her as "the smart one of the family." She started University the following year with her brother, but went into multiple accelerated classes, and graduated in two years, in 1974. She went into the workforce for a time, but then, at the urging of her brother, joined the military on 21 February 1978. More to annoy her brother than anything else, she joined the Navy. We will see where her military career takes her. This is also a "bare-bones" introduction. OC Bio - Lisa Cameron by nighthawk81
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
Equestria Girls: The Mane Back Ch. 2Equestria Girls: The Mane Background Chapter 2 After accidentally bumping into Time Turner, Derpy decided to go find Bon Bon and tell her about him. Not long after that though, Derpy bumped into another person. "Hey, watch where you're going!" "Sorry, I didn't see you there." "No wonder, look at your eyes. How do you even manage to see with them?" "Well, sometimes everything appears upside down or blurry. And it's kind of hard for me to read, not even glasses or eye contacts help." "Why did I even bother to ask? Who are you anyway?" "I'm Derpy Hooves and I like muffins, who are you?" "I'm Gilda Griffon. I've met you for 20 seconds and I can already tell how stupid you are." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "I rest my case. See you later, Derp-face." "Okay, bye! She seems nice." Of course, Derpy didn't realize once again that someone had insulted her. But others did notice. "Derpy" "Oh, hey Bon Bon." "Derpy, Gilda just insulted you." "She did?" "Yes, didn't you notice?" "Not Equestria Girls: The Mane Back Ch. 2 by tails987
Len x Sick! ReaderYou groaned as you struggled to sit up. Sadly, that didn't work out to well. Your arms ached, and you fell back on your bed. 'I can't be sick!' You thought worriedly. You ran a head through your (long/medium/short) (h/c) hair, and sighed. "I promised Len I would help with the melodies for one of his new songs.." You sighed. "KIMI WA OUJO~ BOKU WA MESHITSUKAI~" Len's ringtone rang from your phone. Wait. Len's ringtone. Len's ringtone. LEN'S RINGTONE!! You grabbed your phone right before it went to voice mail, and held it up to your ear. "Hello?" It sounded like a dying frog in here. Wait. That was you. "(y/n)-chan?" Len's voice sounded worried on the other end. "Are you OK? You sound like a dying frog." "Gee, thanks." Your voice had a drip of sarcasm to it, and that made Len frown. "A-ah.. Gomen (y/n)-chan. I-I didn't mean to be rude..." His voice sounded sad, and it trailed off at the end, and that made you smile. "It's fine, Len-kun!" You smiled, wiping little beads of sweat off your Len x Sick! Reader by xXAirRiderx
Sweet Nothing, Chapter 1: Please Don't Go..The smell of hot chocolate wafted from the kitchen to the living room. Yanna was in the kitchen, stirring the hot chocolate; the Strokes blasted through her headphones, and she hummed softly to herself. Mello was in the living room, his hands over his face as he watched the news. "God-damnit Kira.." he mumbled to himself, clicking off the TV and settling back into the couch. He sniffed the air, his mouth watering slightly from the sweet, sweet smell of the hot chocolate. He got up and went into the kitchen, leaning against the wall once he saw his lover. Yanna was now listening to an Asking Alexandria song, bobbing her head ever so slightly. She took one earbud out of her ear, "Mello!~" She called his name, and instantly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. "I'm right here, love~" He whispered softly in her ear, kissing her cheek afterwards. He turned her around and placed a sweet kiss on her nose, and then stepped back and admired her. He was always in awe at how beautifu Sweet Nothing, Chapter 1: Please Don't Go.. by xXAirRiderx
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"!
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
Ode to the Skull Were I a non-sentient- That is, without feelings- And cared not where my mind went, I'd ponder those feelings. The feelings of dread, Your watchful eye, On my shoulder, Without I'd be dead, Lumbering by, Mind with no holder. You're a part of me, watching- See me as I'm marching. Your image: I know- With it, also dread. My demons line up in a row- Your image: the Dead. When I, too, am dead, And my life well spent, You'll be there still- To remind me I'm dead. I should try to repent, Hone in my skill And hope that brings me peace- When you're here, white as fleece. Ode to the Skull by Danny1210
The FlyHow doth the fly, Buzzing by, Keep me awake at night? Awake with fright, all through the night, Keeping in the firelight. That question still, even now, Confounds me much; I know not how I must move on, but move on, I must, And live alone, no one to trust. Wherefore doth the fly appear? Like an apparition, drawing near. Sitting here, I think I know What the fly doth wish to show. I tailed the fly, flying by, To a room I knew; the room was mine. Imagine my shock when lo and behold, On the ground, there lay a body, cold. The fly landed on the body's head, Showing me it was truly dead. Who it was, I could not say. For much confounded me that day. But then I realized, in fright, On the ground, there lay a knife. The knife was mine, this is true. The hand that held it had turned all blue. I saw the blood, dried on the floor. Naught was wet; there was no more. Then I remembered, this was no crime. For, you see, the blood was mine. The Fly by Danny1210
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!
Why?I wasn't ready to let go, You weren't ready to let go, I love you to death, But you love me more, I know I can trust you, I know you can trust me, I don't hate you, I hate what you did, I love you always and forever, And you still love me more, Why did it have to end like this? Why is it so bad? Why didn't you back me up? Why don't yo love me anymore? Why is it so hard to let you go? I don't get why you loved me to begin with, If you knew we would be torn apart, I want you to come back to me! Why? by maeghanwatson
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!
Planking Turtles?A young woman named Angel loved making art, and practiced Sculpting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Telephones, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Mosco, and a portrait of Donald Duck that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Snowglobe for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Sculpting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting Turtles Planking anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, Snowglobe!" Planking Turtles? by RecklessProdigy