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.
Ann and Ember - Live ActionINT. APARTMENT - DAY An attractive girl zips up a hoodie and grabs a backpack. Into the bag she starts to shove random items... lipstick, a video game controller, a taco, an eldritch-looking dagger, an 8-bit hunk of meat, an ankh, a pack of gum. ANN (V.O.) I’m Ann. I’m a fixer, for lack of a better word. Basically, people hire me to come into their lives and, well, fix stuff. A lot of it is common sense, but hey, forest for the trees, you know? CUT TO: ANIMATION - 8-BIT SPRITE STYLE INT. AN 8-BIT DUNGEON Ann is standing on a bridge, talking to Bowser from Super Mario Bros. ANN So, most of this stuff is great. Murderous mushrooms, man-eating plants, bottomless pits, I dig it. BOWSER Thanks. ANN But this... Ann motions to the bridge beneath them. ANN (CONT’D) What is with this? A bridge over a lava pit? Really? BOWSER Hmm? ANN Look, you’re a giant fire-breathing dinosaur... turtle... dragon... thing. He’s a three-foot-tall plumber. Even if he makes it throug Ann and Ember - Live Action by roninhobbit
Two WeeksTo: Satan, Lucifer, The Morningstar, Little Horn, etc. Sir, I regret to inform you that this is notification of my departure from your employ. I have received a lucrative offer at our competitor’s branch, and I have accepted it. I will not be entertaining counter-offers. I hope to part as amicably as possible, so as to not burn any bridges. I will, however, still literally burn bridges for the remainder of my time here, as it falls within the realm of my work responsibilities.
However, I do feel obligated to say a few things ‘ere my exodus. It may not be my place, but alas, here we are. I was with you at the fall. I spat in the face of the righteous. I fought by your side against those uppity bastards, and I was cast down alongside you. I helped you build your nefarious empire. I aided in the seduction and damnation of thousands upon thousands of those pitiful meat sacks that tread the realm between. I have rained down hellfire and corrupted pure souls. I have burned Two Weeks by roninhobbit
EffervesceI love words. I fully realize the irony of that statement, expressing my reverence for language using only three small, overused words. Yet effective words they are (love, in particular, is one of the most interesting anomalies of language. It is a word used to express the feeling of butterflies when you think of someone, when your heart leaps into your throat when they walk in the room, when they are the first thing on your mind in the morning, and the last at night, when their body makes your pulse quicken, and their mind makes your heart melt, when you can’t imagine a life without them... and yet it is also used to describe your fondness for the el pastor nachos at the taqueria around the corner. But even with this distinction, it is not robbed of its power. You can speak of adoration, and affection, and devotion, but nothing carries the weight of looking someone in the eyes and saying ‘I love you’. I also realize I have fully overextended a reasonable length for a Effervesce by roninhobbit
Julianne"Julianne" - A story by Nighthawk 81. (c) 2006 by Nighthawk 81, in both this nom de plume and my real name. All rights reserved. Further disclaimer follows the text. === === === === The setting: the kitchen of one Julianne Brandon. "You know, Ms Brandon, I had hoped that our first face-to-face meeting would have been under more pleasant circumstances." The speaker: Arminius Johann Wolfschmidt, writer and producer of television shows, both series and specials. Using the trade name "A.J. Wolfe," he has written some award-winning television
and a couple of bombs, as well. Just over six feet tall, just under 200 pounds, chestnut hair turning gray at the temples, age early forties. His body shows three-a-week aerobic and calisthenic workouts, and his face has charitably been described as "having character." His audience: the aforementioned Julianne Brandon, musician and composer. She has written music for commercials, movies, and television
and Julianne by nighthawk81
Holly and the Music"Holly and the Music" - A story by Nighthawk 81. (c) 2008 by Nighthawk 81, in both this nom de plume and my real name. All rights reserved. == == == == == In my mind, I can see reminders of a past decade, So far behind, like the shadows linger at the close of day, And we could see, we were timeless dreamers of another day, And we were free, in a dawning age we had so much to say ... "Come here, you copper-tressed vixen, you!" "Make me, you handsome devil!" So began a chase, like so many others before. She took off into the moonlight, darting and weaving in what the military might call "evasive maneuvers," and her uncle in the Appalachians would call a "rabbit run." He jogged along behind her, like a wise hunting dog, not falling for her juking and faking, just waiting for her to tire herself out. Of course, since they both knew that the object of the exercise was for her to be caught, she didn't run long, a Holly and the Music by nighthawk81
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!
WordsTo the nights spent scratching at paper with nothing but empty lead Until you're clawing at stone with raw fingernails, smearing blood because you know you'll never be good enough. To the days spent trying, always trying, to see the world thorough an artist's eye but still never quite finding the right words to show the faded shadows blending with the fields in the drowsy afternoon sun Or the way the warm crowd sounds less like a white buzz and more like a bubbling river Because the words all sound so cliche'd, so forced, but not willing to let the real ones flow by. To every evening spent reading and listening, searching for words and wondering why, why did everyone beat you to it, why the lyrics fit together in a way you could never manage, why the music gives the song such life and knowing you may never have that luxury. But this isn't about you, is it? To the best friend who sits as blank as the page, swallowing eraser shavings and wondering why the words are squares, always Words by Anonymous-Lizard