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!
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.
AB Once Upon A Time : Chp 2- Into The WoodsThe Next Morning… The rays of the sun shined through my eyelids, making me groan and waking up from the terrible nightmare. My back ached as if I slept sitting upright all night, despite being in my soft cozy bed. Oh well, I might head downstairs and take a walk in the garden. I was about to sit up when suddenly, something small but hard hit my skull. “OW!” I shouted painfully, opening my eyes I stood up. I manage to see an…acorn, fall down to the ground as I shakily stood up. My mistake was, I didn’t realize I was standing on a tree branch and nearly fell off. I stumbled and hold myself against the tree bark. Observing my surrounding, my now awake state saw I wasn’t in my bedroom, but still in the woods from my nightmare. What the devil is going on here, my mind screamed wildly? My eyes frantically looked at all directions as I sat on the branch carefully. It wasn’t a nightmare, everything that happened AB Once Upon A Time : Chp 2- Into The Woods by yasdnilgoth
Angry Beaver: Once Upon A Time PrologueBarcelona Mansion, 10 miles from Wayouttatown, Oregon ( April 19, 1997)… “May I present, Miss Alice Barcelona!” announced the butler on top of the stairs. I walked from behind the red curtain, taking a deep breath I stood on top of the staircase and looked down at the large crowd. The crowd applauds and I smiled, just as I rehearsed early this morning. Today was the anniversary of my father’s foundation of his jewelry company, Tesoro Brillante. All of the most important people, collectors, investors and celebrities, were there to celebrate tonight. My midnight blue dress sparkled, my dark brown hair felt tight in its bun with a few curls free. As I walked down the stairs, my brown eyes meet my dad’s dark ones. My father, Roberto, looked quite dashing, with his black tuxedo, combed black hair and his trimmed goatee. Heck if he didn’t have his goatee, I would have mistaken him for Oxnard Montalvo. As I reached the floor, he greeted me Angry Beaver: Once Upon A Time Prologue by yasdnilgoth
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!
stutter and waltzwe used to dance, you and I: you with your piano fingers and dice knuckles, me with my stutter and veins like spidery tattoos I used to shudder when you sang; it always sounded as though the music caught at your throat the same way a sob did: bursting past the hitch with just as much force, all the tremulous emotion, but none of the tears I used to ask you, do bilinguals dream in only one language? and you would smile, all eye crinkles and baby dimples, and say, sometimes dreams aren’t structured by language, so no – sometimes we dream in three. and I would frown, trying to remember my dreams. you used to complain that your eyes were boring compared to mine of cobalt or navy or ice or storm or sea, depending on what the sun decided to reflect off of that day; but I always smiled and protested – with that raven hair and olive skin, your eyes were glittering obsidian in the evening glow of distant city lights or milk-chocolate on a cloudy day or luminous c stutter and waltz by MistressofQuills
Beginning of the End - Chapter 1****Tuesday, Fourth period**** Sighing to himself as the chemistry teacher droned on, Carmine Vantas absentmindedly copied down notes into his practically falling apart notebook. Another boring day, another boring class. After looking up at the clock, Carmine stopped himself from groaning out loud and closed his notebook. Twenty minutes left of class. Opting out of notes, he decided to listen to the whispering and gossip from the back of the classroom. Hearing things such as 'fucked her', 'what a stupid bitch', and such. But one conversation caught his attention. "Yeah, I heard she's from out of the country or something. Came from Europe or some shit." "Really? I heard she's related to someone here. I think they said her family died? Idk dude." "I hope she's hot, I'd like to-" And then Carmine stopped listening. A new kid, huh? Maybe he'd make friends with her or something. Once again glancing at the clock, with ten minutes left in fourth Beginning of the End - Chapter 1 by herecomestroublr
Response to King's 'Why We Crave Horror' EssayWe’re All Mentally Ill By Sydles-le-Great In the essay “Why We Crave Horror Movies” by Stephen King, he states that we humans are all mentally ill, but some hide it better than others. Also, while we share brotherhood with another(being human), we also share insanity. In short, King is saying that we use that insanity as an excuse to watch horror films. While many believe that horror is overrated, and not worth their time, I agree with King because he speaks the raw truth. From when he says we are all mentally ill, to all you need is love(if you keep the alligators fed that is), he speaks truthfully. It is quite true that we as humans go to see horror films to establish a sense of normality. It is as King states, “...no matter how far we may be removed from the beauty of a Robert Redford or Diana Ross, we are still light-years away from true ugliness.”(1). The message here is no matter how ‘ugly’ or ‘ Response to King's 'Why We Crave Horror' Essay by herecomestroublr
ImagineWhen wars are fought, people suffer. But if you think about it, who actually suffers the most? Is it those who fight, truly believing in the righteousness of their actions? Those who die in the belief of defending what is precious to them? No. They hurt, they bleed, they - die... But they consider it an honor, or at least a worthy sacrifice. They might have been secretly hoping it wouldn't be them, but they were willing to fight and knew the risk - or suppressed that knowledge, for all it was worth. Either way, it is not them who suffers the most. Neither is it those who ordered the war. They sit cozily in their stuffed leather chairs, surrounded by immunity, important decisions and bodyguards. They might have never seen a weapon up close. I wonder if they sleep at night... Still, it isn't them. No. It is the children that have to live without their daddy because he never came home. Even though he promised! It is the people that have lost their family because a bomb fell down wh Imagine by ChiouRin