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
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"!
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!
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
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!