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.
She She moved through the passage of time like a feather on the wind. Nothing could predict where or when she would turn up next, and when she had the grace to flit into your life, if you so much as blinked, you ran the risk of her flitting out again before you could say hello. This is what defined her, her will as fickle as the wind. And this is what undid her. Much like many others who let their course be determined by unknowable forces, she met an early demise, filled with tears and regret, but possibly worst of all, no one to remember it by. Unknowable are the tragedies she suffered, and unthinkable were her struggles. This is what we know, and all we know. Regardless of how she came or how she went, there are snippets of her life that can be quantified. Bits that can be retold, remashed, reprocessed, and put together into a new form so that she is not totally forgotten. And I could tell you those words. But I won’t. To share with you words that have passed do She by waterdancer
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 ani-nystrom
Pulse/Only OneWhen it's silent I hear my heart beat And feel my blood pulse to my fingertips. As long as it beats I will think of you, And with each beat I love you more. The more blood pulses through them, The more eager my fingers are to write something for you, And yet, they can't. It feels like everything has already been said a thousand times, Like there are no more ways to tell you I love you, And the extent of what I feel cannot be covered by this language; What I feel, I simply cannot express. To say that you're funny, and that you always say the right thing at the right time Doesn't explain how happy you make me. To call you a goddess of beauty Doesn't describe how beautiful you are. To tell you I love you more than anything, That you are the only one for me and I could never love anyone else, And that you are everything to me Doesn't tell you how much I love you. I don't know what the qualities of perfection are, Yet it's the only word I feel describes you, and not that accurately. I don't Pulse/Only One by theShadowGrove
I'm sorryMaybe it's a little late, Maybe I'm years behind. You say you do stupid things But between the two of us, I did the stupidest. I don't know how it even happened, I guess I was just that depressed I was so emotionally checked out that I didn't realize What I had. I told you "I love you" the moment I thought I felt it, But that's not when I felt it. I loved you the whole time, I just never saw it until I looked back now. All those poems, all those times I wished to be with some other girl, With anyone who could love me as much as I love them, I didn't realize that the only girl I really wanted was you And that you already loved me back. I promised you that I would never let you go, And as true as that is now, I don't think I meant it when I said it: I know myself to well, I know I said that just to say it and it didn't have any meaning behind it; You're so far away, what did it matter? And yet I look at what I wrote back then, and all I can think of is how so much of that Was meant for y I'm sorry 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"!
wanderlust (ships and stars)the horizon is strung together from ships lit like lanterns swaying to the same night-rhythm as the stars backandforth, backandforth a lullaby, a cradle. there are little faces peeping out from behind the windowpanes sweaty palms on smudged glass, sneaking out long after bedtime, whispering sea shanties like prayers; they were born with "wanderlust" written in their hearts. they want the waves beneath their feet or the sky clutched in their palms; they want the world to open up for them, to split the horizon seam from seam as they move and dance and dream cross-continental, seas and skies apart, as they look for home, the one place they never find. but there is one who skirts the window whose restless fingers and twitching heart don't swell for saltwater and motion. there is one who cannot stay on the ground who instead spends his time climbing trees, scaling roofs, spraining ankles and fighting gravity, who spends his nights chasing the stars with wide eyes content not with lanterns t wanderlust (ships and stars) by straybutterflies
Reunion of the Lok Gang“This feels…weird…” Walking to the center of the ring, the Fire Ferrets—he originals—all took in a single breath at the same time, each smiling for their own personal memory that was prompted from the arena. Bolin smiled at the slight small of buns, remembering how he used to stuff his face and snickering as he watched Mako grow angry due to the fact that he had spent money on food that was gone within seconds. Mako smiled quietly at the feeling of winning, of the cheers and the desire to hear his name being yelled despite the fact that he had never shared this secret love to his brother or Korra. And finally, Korra smiled because she could remember it all. The cheers, the food, the competitors, it all came flooding in and suddenly standing here felt…right. After the constant attacks, they had finally retired the old girl, her seats covered with cobwebs and the constant creak of aging coming from different directions as though it was remindi Reunion of the Lok Gang by candylover75
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
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