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!
Wounded Confession - Christophe X Oliver - SPHe loves her. He loves the way her blue eyes sparkled when she was given something or when she was outside and getting dirty. He loves the way that when they went out to get soda, she would insist that she payed, then pulled out only fifty cents, and changed her mind. He loves the way her short orange hair would bounce when she ran. He loves everything about her. They went back. They went back a long way. She had known him since they were little. Today. Today was the day he would tell her, tell her how he felt. The way to her house was a long walk, though he was used to it. Normally walking everywhere he went. His feet miraculously never hurt, although blisters and cuts were found all across his feet, no treatment ever put into them. The way to her house was a carefree road, normal kids playing soccer with one another, yelling at the other children. He found this quite funny actually. 'Why fight with one another?' He would think between laughs. 'They're companions, treat th Wounded Confession - Christophe X Oliver - SP by CutieDaCupcakz
Kool Story brah.That night, Gadget, Penny, and Brain had gone to the Crime Fighter Awards ceremony downtown. Since Gadget had no car, he and his family had to catch a bus. They arrived at the building only to find out that reporters were taking photos of Devon and the Debonairmobile. They were praising and Devon was posing. "Devon is so amazing Uncle Gadget!" Penny said "He's got all those reporters and women fighting over him." "You won't be saying that when you see the amount of awards I win." Gadget huffed. Gadget was sure he'd win awards and win Penny back. But he assumed wrong, Devon won every single award and guess what? Penny was cheering with as much gusto as possible. Luckily, there was the final award, Crime Fighter of the Year. The woman spoke into the mike "And the winner for Hero of the Year is..." Gadget crossed his fingers, he wanted it to be him. "DEVON DEBONAIR!" She finished. However, Gadget thought he won. He extended his legs up to nearly the wall. "Uncle Gadget, you didn't win, De Kool Story brah. by TailsandSpike4EX
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.
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
Angry White Noise [WIP]Psuedo-gloved hands clawing at frayed fabric Gnawing holes into the pillow in their death grip Voices screeching in the night, is it only in my mind Seal my eyes shut and pray they never open Sleep refuses acknowledging even knowing me, much less embracing me, as he always does Preferring rather to leave me to bask in my insanity prolonged by bloodshot spheres Why can't I get warm? Though my hands are burning from the friction of the cotton Why won't they be silenced? Though I plug my ears and chant my disbeliefs They're not real, they're not real, GOD PLEASE, they're not real Is the scratching on the walls around me or from the inside of my skull, betraying demons' escape plans? Is the laughter wafting from the phantom in the corner A memento from my past sent to haunt me all my days? My bulky comforter tangles around me, but the warmth never sets in more than skin deep There's a chill deep in my bones that's impenetrable, icicles that have conquered my arteries Eyelids frozen open, d Angry White Noise [WIP] by Reprogrammed
Paradoxical TruthParadoxical Truth It all happened so fast. I have no idea what happened, no idea why I'm here now, and no idea who they are. It just…happened. And now, I, Josie Carter, sit here in this car --- my husband, Noah, tied up next to me --- with no escape. But what do we escape from? They are right outside the car, possibly deciding our fates. Are we just victims of a spontaneous need for thrill? I can't imagine what either of us did to be in this position as Noah turns his head to smile woefully at me. I try to make my answering smile a bit more uplifting, but it only comes out grim and brutal. "What do they want?" I inquire, my voice cracking in all the wrong places. Once again, I spare a glance outside through the highly tinted windows as I try to make out faces instead of only silhouettes. The figures are menacing and poisonous, like a foul-tasting liquid you would instantly spew from your lips. Yet, their faces still evade me. My husband's smile fades, his expression turning even Paradoxical Truth 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
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"!
here are my wordsi used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines, ocean cities and coves washed over with waves, terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me. i used to be able to talk to trees, to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails. i used to be able to sing and believe that believing made me better, believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos. i used to be someone who tripped on her words, spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments, used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed' and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful. i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling, trace the right words with my fingertips as i pulled them from the sky follow them up mountain trails, along desert highways skirting the edge of the stars, but now i close my eyes and i'm lost, worse than lost. i want to run ships and sundresses and laughter, harder than you can breathe i want to run crisp autumn breezes and open hillsides and red leaves that fall lik here are my words by straybutterflies
skylinesyou break me and you are thousands of miles away from me why? how can you have followed when i got on a plane put so many states and cities between us outran the past to forget the present to forget the future to forget you, and your deep almond eyes, i am so sick of you taking up space in my thoughts a song that plays quietly in the background of everything i do loudest when it's quietest and i am exhausted, small, lonely, afraid, seeping through the edges with sadness and writing run-on sentences that mean nothing but missing you, wondering if you are still the person i miss wondering if i still take up as much space in your heart as i once did, as you do in mine even thousands of miles away in the dark in the night where there are no stars, only skylines where there is no true silence, only a dull ache that throbs in time to subway screeches, where there is no us was never us will never be us. but that could be anywhere, everywhere. you follow me like a ghost, like a bad dream, the skylines by straybutterflies
let's end with the beginningsmell (in, out, breathe) she does. snuggles into his flannel, green and gray and soft with the smell of him, closes her eyes and lets herself fall -- smell. she does, and his arms are warm around her, strong and safe and sure, and maybe it shouldn't but something in her opens, gently. smell (in, out, breathe). there is a kind of permanence to this, to him. she doesn't know where they are going, doesn't know how or whether they'll ever get there, but there is a space for her in his arms and he loosens something tight and fearful in her. he is a chance she is taking, a space that will never again feel right empty. let's end with the beginning 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!