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"!
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!
In Loving Memory In Loving Memory: Michael Allen Keeran, Sr. ( Mista’ K ) October 7th, 1955 to March 30th, 2014 Son of a Loving Mother, Husband of a devoted Wife, and Father of 3 boys; a Father-in-Law, a Grandfather; a Soldier, a Teacher. Born in Long Beach, CA; to Robert and Olivia Keeran; Died on Joint Base Lewis McChord, WA. He was preceded in death by his Father, Robert A. Keeran. He left behind a long list of family who will never forget the man he was; His Mother, Olivia; His wife, Elizabeth; His Sons, Frank, Michael Jr., and Porter; His Brothers, Rick and Kevin; His Sisters, Kim, Lisa, and Erin; His Daughter-in-Laws, Danielle Wethered, Jenifer Marshell, and Nikole Martello. He was a proud Soldier, servicing as an Aviation Mechanic on Helicopters during the Gulf War in the U.S. Army, serving 21 years; Retired to Teach, teaching as a Substitute 17 years. We will be honoring his service and lay him to rest at Tahoma National Cemetery at 2PM, Wednesday the 16th of April. Full Military Ho In Loving Memory by cougashika
ReturnJohn pulled open the door to the apartment at 221B Baker Street, humming softly over the steady drone of Mrs. Hudson’s voice downstairs. “Goodnight, Mrs. Hudson,” he called wearily. “Oh, goodnight then dear!” she replied. The door clumped softly in to place and John flicked on the lights as he kicked off his shoes and tore away his coat. For one second, he believed he might see him there, sitting bored in one of the armchairs as he read the newspaper in the dark, hunting for cases. John imagined Sherlock lowering the paper and staring at him with an eyebrow raised, ready to comment about how utterly uninteresting the city was. The chair was empty and John felt overwhelmed as the sadness returned to him. Sherlock’s dead and gone, John thought to himself. That’s the way it’s been for two weeks. But John remembered his roommate’s face as if he’d seen it just yesterday. He sighed and turned away from the empty living room, resigne Return by DrkSorceress
The First Civilization MythIt is said that an ancient race, called the First Civilization, once inhabited this world, appearing as gods to the humans they created and guided. These beings, human in figure, advanced in knowledge, terrible in power, created fantastic cities, the like of which have never been seen again on this planet. Their time, one of terrible war, was a period of chaos; a dystopia. The First Civilization (also known as the Precursors) used the humans as domestic laborers. Eventually, ignorant and fearful, the humans rebelled. The Precursors had terrible power in the form of the pieces of Eden, fantastical artifacts that could control the minds of the weak and foolhardy and create hallucinations. But the humans were many. And so the war raged, each side so absorbed in their trivialities that they did not notice the imminent danger looming over them until it was too late. The danger came from outside their world. From the Sun. The First Civilization recognized it, worked to stop it and failed. Th The First Civilization Myth by DrkSorceress