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.
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
Morning LightShadows and angels A decision I can't make. I look at my past, Picture my future, Every day's the same grey. I know what I want, And the process of getting it is tearing my apart, Yet not getting it would be so much worse. I wait for something to lead me, A soft light in the black. It's winter, And this hollow indecision only makes it colder. Do I just choose, and rush into something, Or wait; Seasons pass and set backs come freely, negligent of how much harder they make this. Shadows and angels are everywhere, I just have to pick and follow, And I'm waiting for that morning light. I feel invincible by not choosing, Keeping my options open should give me the best outcome: Yet in doing this, everyday is exactly the same. I have to choose, And if I make a wrong choice I have to just know that it isn't the end, I may hit the ground, But I'll get back up and keep trying, saying "I'm not done." Life is just a game, And I choose to win. Morning Light by theShadowGrove
Dead GirlYou did it. You did what most don't have the balls to do, And what I didn't expect you to do. You were like a sister to me, Honestly we were so similar it's like we were twins! And yet we were different by just one thing: I'm still here, And you're not. We didn't talk much, we wouldn't consider ourselves so similar if we did; Yet I don't know how I didn't see this coming, And I can't believe it took me this long to process it. I'm not so much sad as I am angry with myself: I could have helped you, I could have saved you. I don't know how I let you slip through like that. I know you would say there was nothing I could have done, that it was your choice and I have no right to intervene, and that you would have let me go if that's what I wanted. I feel like I failed you, and yet you would say it was never my job to help you. I feel like I should have protected you somehow, and yet you would say you didn't need protection. You were strong like I will never be, Part of me admires you for go Dead Girl 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!
Making fawnling refs (open for requests)Hey all! So, I've been going about, updating my character's refs, and I realized that...I really love painting fawnlings. SO, I've decided to open up for commissions, if anyone's interested! Here are some examples of what to expect (of course, you can decide the pose, if you so choose. If not, I'll probably pose them based on their personality/description): I was thinking of doing $5 for fawns, and $8 for adults. Points are acceptable too. Also open to other sorts of bargaining - just drop me a message and ask! I'll try my best to be as fair as possible to both of us Update: Btw, these will be given to you via stash. You are totally free to upload them on your account, so long as I get credit for it (at the top of the description). And yeah Making fawnling refs (open for requests) by geometric-harmartia
Wrecck an' Rule: Part 1- BetrayalThe sun had almost completely dipped under the horizon, painting not only the land in purples and reds but the rare thunderhead above as well, with a few streaks of vivid orange reflecting on the curves of the cloud formation. The storm looked like it had already let it’s contained water free to the northeast, and it would take anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours before it reached the road. Or if it didn’t then the flash floods might make it this far instead in the nearby wash. When the water finally fell, it can in warm sheets that washed over crusted sand, rocks, loose quartz crystals, the pavement and finally descend on the old gas station. The overhang for the nearly dry pumps was mostly intact, the building standing, though the garage was hollow looking, the former shop was something out of a horror or zombie movie. The old fridge inside still had a few bottles of beer and cola, stale chips from thirty years ago, even a pack of smokes on the counter that Wrecck an' Rule: Part 1- Betrayal by Lady-Of-Ice-Chaos