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 Sleepover One day, a kid named Dave Strider went to school. His mother (bro) told him not to. But he didn’t listen. And he went to school anyways. Nobody knew why, but he did. And there was no stopping him. He met a young, benevolent fellow named John Egbert and others no one gives a just abou them because they were cute-looking together. Dave Strider took the bus home that day, and John was on it. He almost screamed, but didn’t, because screaming isn’t cool. John decided to sit next to Dave because they became friends at school that day. Then, Dave offered to have John over for a slumber party. Later that night no one slept. Dave and John just chatted and chatted. Even later at midnight, something happened! The two of them froze, staring at each other. “What was that?” asked John quietly, making sure whatever the loud noise was couldn’t hear them. Dave only shook his head. The next thing they knew The Sleepover by ~ tiffanie7
Alexa Jasmine RodriguezName: Alexa Jasmine Rodriguez Nickname(s)/Title(s): AJ, Rocker Girl, Skidz, Fire Sex: Female Age: 25 (DOB is January 9th) Species: Human Appearance: Alexa stands at a height of five feet and eight inches and has an athletic build, but her curves are in the right places on her body. She has dirty blond hair that hangs down to her lower back when she has it down; deep hazel eyes with a ring of gold around them from her mother's side of the family; naturally tanned, flawless skin from taking care of herself while she was younger; and weighs in at about 145 pounds. Her BWH is 38D-24-28 and doesn't care telling others because it makes it easier for her to get the appropriate clothes that she needs, which include her military uniform and training clothes. As for clothes, Alexa wears either slim straight jeans, skinny jeans, baggy cargo pants, or skirts from time to time when she feels like being a little more girly. She has a tattoo of a rose with a cross in the middle of it on her right sho Alexa Jasmine Rodriguez by ~ HardyChick89
The Wonder KidIt's tough sometimes to be a dad, Especially when your kid is bad. You wonder why she did what she did And why she's not a wonder kid. A wonder kid is always good. A wonder kid does what she should. A wonder kid is never bad. A wonder kid makes daddies glad. She doesn't shout, she doesn't fight, She goes to bed on time each night. She makes her bed, she eats her peas, She always says, "yes, sir" and "please." She never whines and never mopes. She likes to bathe, and uses soap. She chews her food, she doesn't slurp, And when she's through she doesn't burp. She wears her mittens when it freezes. She's kind to pets and never teases. She cares for toys and likes to share them. Her clothes get cleaner as she wears them. "Did you ever hear of such a kid?" I asked my kid, who never did. And then, oh boy, was I surprised When my little girl apologized: "I'm sorry for the thing I did. I wish I were a wonder kid. I wish that I could make you glad. I love you so, my wonder Dad." I hemmed and hawe The Wonder Kid by ~ HardyChick89
An Urgent Need for Ruin Though the sun was out in force, shoving any clouds in its way, the bitter wind reminded me of the season we were all slowly being pulled into. There was something about the bite of this wind, and the chill that worked its way down into your bones, that made me love fall. Not to mention every so often a small multicoloured tornado of leaves would kick up and swirl past, leaving the ghost of a smirk painting my lips. It was just the whole aura of the season with its brisk reminders of winter's approach and the few remnants of summer stopping to say goodbye. Hating this season was just too difficult for me, so I had grown to love it. A loud thump came from inside, like someone falling, followed by a chorus of laughter. Right, I forgot to tell you. I was at a party. A party that was going on inside, and I was outside enjoying nature rather than laughing at low-budget horror films. It was a film-fest p An Urgent Need for Ruin by * Reprogrammed
MY ONLY ROMANCE, no title as of yet The sky was dead. The deathly gray spread across acridly. Clouds were just forming pure white blotches over the pessimistic view, and the wind slowly lifted leaves and tufts of paper flitting across the Chicago streets. Steel plumes of smoke rose from the many chimneys all over the city, blending into the caustic gray. Leslie gazed up at the sickening sky. With a subtle grimace she turned away, focusing her attention on something less trivial. The wind, though soft, bit at her exposed face as she struggled to get her hood over her long-fallen-out ponytail. Her thick black locks still wisped at her face mercilessly, the nylon fabric not providing enough shielding. Trudging along, she searched for the old coffee shop she had planned to visit once more. Squinting to lessen the chill of the wind, she soon found her old cozy retreat just around the corner. She walked in with a sigh of relief as she shrugged off her jacket in the doorway. The shrill MY ONLY ROMANCE, no title as of yet by * Reprogrammed
Primal Confessions (Pending Title)Right. So. I'm a werewolf. I'm just going to be honest with you from the start. It's actually kind of nice. You know, except for having to chain myself up every winter solstice. (One winter solstice the world was even supposed to end. I, sadly, missed the going-away party.) Oh! And the constant urge to attack people. Yeah, that's not very good for my image. But like I said, it's not all that bad. Continuous hunger makes it hard for me to be picky. And some children find me cute when I'm fluffy. Well, you know, before I make them sprint away in mortal terror. I also have never worked out a day in my life yet still retain all this muscle. Maybe it's the protein. Who cares? Chicks dig the muscle: I'm happy. Everyone wins. And now, they've got these awesome pills that subdue the symptoms. Yes, lycanthropy is now a known and treatable disease. Somewhat. I still get the regular, “What the HECK are you?!” routine every once in a while when I freak out. And by freak out I mean scar Primal Confessions (Pending Title) by * Reprogrammed
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
Always and ForeverYou told me you'd be there When I needed you. You told me you'd be there, When I was alone. Always and Forever. But, baby, when? Because I'm still lying here, On the grass left of December, Always and Forever. You told me you'd be here When I needed you. I need to feel; I need your touch. Just touch me once and don't go away, Hold me tight and don't let go. Watch me die and stay awhile Because I've seen you die thousand times It's stuck in my mind, Always and Forever. So When? Because leaves are falling. Darling, I'm still here, I never left. Just come back, Just for a moment. You told me you'd be here, And that when this world or lies falls apart around me, You'd be true Always and Forever When? Because it's raining And I haven't moved. The skies are grey and black. Oceans and rainbows are crashing around me, But all I can do is reach into nothing And hope For a touch. It's snowing, December is here. It spawned a monster And now I'm buried in snow. Buried in what I am made of, Always Always and Forever by = theShadowGrove
Am I Evil? (2 year aniversery)I don't know what happened. I suddenly got really depressed. I don't know why, I have no reason to be; Tomorrow's Halloween! And I should be happy...but I'm not. I don't know why this happened Why I suddenly decided life's not worth living. Why out of nowhere, after being ok for so long, I just broke. I'm broken... I don't know what I did, Nothing out of the ordinary I don't think. I just changed I just switched persons. I just died. I'm broken And I can't fix this... What did I do? What's wrong with me! I try to think of everything I live for, Only to realize I live for death: Everyone worth living for Is dead! I was fine a little while ago, I've been fine for months. But now, I realize I'm alone. I realize I'm just a ghost Taking a backseat in my life. I'm ready to jump out that window. I'm ready to fall. I'm ready to die. goodbye? no...maybe not, but if I don't, then what? What good reason is there not to, what good reason is there to stay back and watch other people tell you what t Am I Evil? (2 year aniversery) by = theShadowGrove
She (just left of december)There's a girl Left of December, Where it's always cold And she's always warm. Where the city floods But she's always afloat; A ghost. She lives in a mansion, It's a rundown little house; Drifting in silence, Alone with her thoughts: She is broken, Yet, she's the most normal person I'll ever meet. She's not tied by anyone's strings, But longs to be loved, To be wrapped by someone's arms And know they'll never let go. That person can't be me: Mine are either too hot or too cold, Too rough or too gentle. I'm not right for her, and I'm afraid No one is. She smiles when she cries, She cries when she laughs. She's so mixed up, She never knows how she feels. When I see her standing quiet in the rain: The way it caresses her dry skin, Trickles through her thirsty lips, Washes away her acid tears: That's the best way to say how she feels; Enjoying a small moment of bliss in the zenith of her perpetual sadness. She is happy and she is sad. She is alive and she is dead. She is beautiful and she' She (just left of december) 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"!
confessions in delicate white lightsi. you don't quite understand my poetry. it's okay; i don't either. i've wanted to tell you all the phrases scribbled on old napkins, dotted lines, faded pages of favorite books, written for you. jars of marmalade and run-on sentences concerning those frustratingly infinite stars, late-night fragments spinning spiderwebs like silk sunsets like diamonds. it's a bit chaotic, being in my head. kaleidoscope of words in serif fonts and koi fish in watercolor hues and emotions that swell to the music, flutter like newborn sparrows. yet you say you'd like to visit more often. either you're curious or you're a masochist, but either way you'll end up reading my words. it's as close as you can get. ii. there is nothing quite like the feeling of being hung from the sun on a string, weightless in midair with nobody to catch you. there is nothing like the thrill of loneliness, nothing like the freedom of letting the trees guide you home. when i am alone, that's when the world loves me most. when i confessions in delicate white lights by ~ straybutterflies
Legend of Korra (Fandom Traveling)It was—what?—five in the morning when I scared him awake. He had scrambled back, a face of pure horror and concealed fear consuming his face. I rolled my eyes, snapping my fingers and going on my feet. I could tell clearly that the floating was bringing more unease to the situation. In a stammer, he asked who I was. I shook my head and put a hand up, “Even if I told you, you really wouldn’t get it. It’s this whole thing where it’s not my real name, but that’s how people know me, it’s got a 75 in it, and…blah blah blah.” I waved a hand, “It’s a complicated situation and I just…don’t have the time and patience to really get into it, do you understand?” he was rigid, unable to move. I sighed, flipping through my phone. He looked around, asking, “What is that?” “My Iphone…don’t ask, you won’t be alive to use one…hold on…” I downloaded a pictur Legend of Korra (Fandom Traveling) by ~ candylover75
Change“You shaved your hair?” Lin leaned across the table and ran her hand down Tenzin’s exposed head and cracked a small smile. He noticed and pointed out, “It appears to be the only thing so far that has made you smile…” she rolled her eyes and rubbed two fingers roughly against his head. He allowed her to do this for a moment before pushing her hand off, telling her that it was starting to hurt. “And for your information, I smile plenty,” Tenzin fought hard not to laugh out loud. He put a hand on her shoulder, “Uh, no you don’t.” “I smile when I deem the situation commendable.” He shook his head, “Whatever you say Lin, whatever you say…” “So you’re saying I don’t smile enough?” “Not enough, just not as much as I’d like you to.” “Tenzin, don’t get cheesy…” he smiled, “I thought maybe if I went there that would do it. Change by ~ candylover75
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!
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!