San Diego deviantMEET at Analog Bar
Location: Analog Bar
801 5th Ave.
San Diego, CA 92101 When: Wednesday, July 23rd @ 10:00pm DeviantART is joining forces with Madefire to bring Comic-Con back to its roots. On Wednesday, July 23rd, deviants age 21+ are invited to take over the Analog Bar and party until the Red Sun comes up. Join us as we rock out with the artists and creators who make the entire industry possible!
9:45/For IIt was 9:45 when I crawled into bed, alone, for the last time. I am not ready, and any man who would have me should not, but the hole you left is worse, for now, than the shame of needing contact and needing to be needed. Your love is not in absence, it is a galaxy imploding, it is a sun gone super nova, it is the blackest hole in the space of my being. I wanted to be strong for you, to show you that I didn’t need you, so maybe I could be the woman you wanted again. I am built of hay, not timber nor bricks, and my foundation rocks easy with the wind. I’m sorry for the sadness that blows through your soul, and I know my carelessness is what sent it there, but the winds threaten me at every turn and I hope that you will not think less of me for caving in. 9:45/For I by PootPoot
Cutting CostsI am cutting my costs and my losses starting with you, you, who hangs on me like a spare tire like a clingy toddler like a nervous mother. Like I need your baggage. I've got plenty of my own, here in my head. For example, that time when my mother fucked up my life. No, I know all mothers do it, but let me feel entitled for a moment - I spent the rest of my life wondering if she fucked me up or if I' be just as fucked up on my own. Or that time when my dad remarried and promised that we, His new wife and me, that is, would be equally prioritized. We were not. But I guess my own screw-ups matter more than any family disaster: no career, no house, no money. Me, little Miss Independent, still stuck on others. I gotta get out. I want go to California, New Mexico, and Quebec. I want to go to France, Barcelona, England, and Prague. I want to ditch my car, and ride my bike for all the miles to come. I want to eat longer meals with less food, And go where the quality of conversation far exceeds Cutting Costs by PootPoot
RazbliutoMostly what we bonded over was that we both liked to take pictures of sunsets and sunrises, if we woke up early enough, - or, more likely, never went to sleep. He had great taste in music, so we went to see our home team hit balls out of their new stadium. Our home team didn't win, and neither did we. I loved him, but I never said so, because sometimes words are hard. Afterwards, when we tried to talk things out, to be "just friends" (yeah right), he casually mentioned he thought he "might" love me as a friend. So what was I supposed to think? What I thought was "fuck that." And I moved on. Except I didn't, because my sheets didn't smell like him anymore, even though his mix tape still played in my car. And because suddenly no one else cared about the home team, except for the late night sports channel. A TV might keep you company, but it doesn't keep you warm. Razbliuto by PootPoot
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.
Two WeeksTo: Satan, Lucifer, The Morningstar, Little Horn, etc. Sir, I regret to inform you that this is notification of my departure from your employ. I have received a lucrative offer at our competitor’s branch, and I have accepted it. I will not be entertaining counter-offers. I hope to part as amicably as possible, so as to not burn any bridges. I will, however, still literally burn bridges for the remainder of my time here, as it falls within the realm of my work responsibilities.
However, I do feel obligated to say a few things ‘ere my exodus. It may not be my place, but alas, here we are. I was with you at the fall. I spat in the face of the righteous. I fought by your side against those uppity bastards, and I was cast down alongside you. I helped you build your nefarious empire. I aided in the seduction and damnation of thousands upon thousands of those pitiful meat sacks that tread the realm between. I have rained down hellfire and corrupted pure souls. I have burned Two Weeks by roninhobbit
EffervesceI love words. I fully realize the irony of that statement, expressing my reverence for language using only three small, overused words. Yet effective words they are (love, in particular, is one of the most interesting anomalies of language. It is a word used to express the feeling of butterflies when you think of someone, when your heart leaps into your throat when they walk in the room, when they are the first thing on your mind in the morning, and the last at night, when their body makes your pulse quicken, and their mind makes your heart melt, when you can’t imagine a life without them... and yet it is also used to describe your fondness for the el pastor nachos at the taqueria around the corner. But even with this distinction, it is not robbed of its power. You can speak of adoration, and affection, and devotion, but nothing carries the weight of looking someone in the eyes and saying ‘I love you’. I also realize I have fully overextended a reasonable length for a Effervesce by roninhobbit
Ann and EmberINT. APARTMENT An attractive girl zips up a hoodie and grabs a backpack. Into the bag she shoves random items... lipstick, a video game controller, a taco, an eldritch-looking dagger, an 8-bit hunk of meat, an ankh, a pack of gum. ANN (V.O.) I’m Ann. I’m a fixer, for lack of a better word. Basically, people hire me to come into their lives and, well, fix stuff. A lot of it is common sense, but hey, forest for the trees, you know? CUT TO: INT. AN 8-BIT DUNGEON Ann is standing on a bridge, talking to a large dinosaur reminiscent of Bowser from Super Mario Bros. ANN So, most of this stuff is great. Murderous mushrooms, man-eating plants, bottomless pits, it’s pretty good. DINOSAUR Thanks. ANN But this... Ann motions to the bridge beneath them. ANN (CONT’D) What is with this? A bridge over a lava pit? Really? DINOSAUR Hmm? ANN Look, you’re a giant fire-breathing dinosaur... turtle... dragon... thing. He’s a three-foot-tall plumber. Even if he makes it th Ann and Ember 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
A Massive Mass Indeed.Fear empties the pockets of The Blind, the Beautiful, and the Modern Rebel. That wrecking salesman of This wretched scheme, Where your Beauty is insufficient, And your Body lies in disrepair... Your Hunger for the Lustful eyes of the Blind, The caring moans of the Deaf sycophants. Your money feeds your fears. Your eyes feed your fears. Your fears feed your purpose, And your purpose feeds your Iscariot Heart. Your Gospel spoken in whispers, drunken With tones of Convenience... Glazed with compromise, it's churned out In tonnage... All to burn in piles in Effigies to Hypocrisy. Your mirror says it all. Your clothes speak your proverbs, Your technology preaches of your Elitist Honeysuckle Advertising... Sorrow, Grief are drowned in Chemicals and ceramic smiles. All to feed a fear impregnated into your eyes By a world who cannot bear to see it's own shame. My eyes know better. Your God is not Money. Your God is not Sex. Your God is not Vanity, or Glutton A Massive Mass Indeed. by Ph03n1x-Orion
Proverbs in Morbid Veritas.Broken monotone breathing Holds back the sorrows of my life... The grief of my hate. Desperate for something new to say, A new prayer to beg to My now Unknown God... This is my Tragedy. To have a burning passion fade To a Graveyard Hymnal. A cataclysmic love eroded to Inert misery, settling as Regret and contempt over Mine eyes... My prayer is all I have... After this, I will lay my Head in the bottom of the deepest ocean, My wrist will kiss this temptress blade. Prophecy and promises have been Dried, divided, and sold to overlords, The whore of vice that quiets My struggle with shameful solemnity... Her kiss holds my tongue in her embrace. My God, See the ashes I've poured upon mine flesh, And Cloth of grief upon my body, Burlap torn upon my skin. See suffering in Apex Victory. I am alone. I made my loneliness with these Hands you've given me... Grief... Sorrow... Misery... Oh, how I ache within. My failure rings loud within This broken and tortured Proverbs in Morbid Veritas. by Ph03n1x-Orion
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!
Torture for Amber'Help' she thought to herself. It was all she could think of. She couldn't see, she couldn't scream. The gag in her mouth restricted the noise anyways... But why was she gagged? In a dawn of realization she understood what was about to happen, and it made her want to scream more. Testing. It wasn't the kind of testing she had just been through. That was child's play. There would be no obstacle course, no tainted food, not even a moral choice test..... This was torture. Light burned into her eyes, setting her eyes ablaze with yellow tint. The blindfold was removed and she began to wildly search her surroundings. A door shut quickly, and it made her jump. Hands and feet bound, each to a respective corner of the operating table, it was there she thrashed, and there she felt her left foot, considerably looser than the other. She could pull it free with some work, but what would it help? Nothing. No one was in the room. It was her, and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above. Trai Torture for Amber by Muddmuffins
A little bit of AdriMy toes were colder now. I knew what was coming, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. This body had only lasted me a year and a half. What a waste. The white walled room that kept me contained felt as though it was closing in, though it felt that way most days now. Was it day? Or night... Who knows anymore. The scientists never let me out to play with the others, so now everyone was blended together. I'm too 'fragile' , 'sickly', 'unfit for heavy testing' they said. And while the latter I am totally okay with being, fragile I am not. My breathing was growing shallow now, my head was feeling light, I could barely lift my arm enough to look at the lesions along its length. It wouldn't be long. I was dying, and it wasn't the first time... I am a body possessor, and not a real good one at that. I've been stuck here in this lab almost as long as I have had this body. But it's not like I was given any choice. Stay in a human body? Yeah right... The second I saw this gan A little bit of Adri by Muddmuffins