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
Guardian Angels"Guardian Angels" - A story by Nighthawk 81. (c) 2008 -- all rights reserved by Nighthawk 81, in both this nom de plume and my real name. All rights reserved. Further disclaimer follows the text. === === === === He trudges wearily up one flight of stairs, heaves himself through the doorway, collapses with a soft "thud" in the one easy chair, and drops both jacket and backpack where he was seated. He sits up with a start and looks at his watch, realizing he had dozed off for about fifteen minutes. "This overtime stuff may be good for the wallet, but it's beating me up. This is starting to get old," he mutters to himself. "Six twelves, one day off, six more twelves, one off ... sheesh." He gets slowly out of the chair, and finishes his getting-home-from-work ritual. He locks the knob lock and the deadbolt, hangs up his jacket on the coat rack by the door, places his backpack on the co Guardian Angels 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
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
The EndMaybe it was my ego, Maybe it was everything I didn't know, Everything I still wanted to do, How much I still cared. I thought my death would have some meaning, and I didn't die, because I was wondering what it would mean. Would people be hurt? Would they feel responsible? No one wants to die, Sometimes it's just the only way to escape. Time passed And I learned to live without escaping. with time, I thought I might heal. And to my surprise, I found out what my death would have meant: Nothing. So now I wonder If I should die; Not because I want to, Not to achieve some effect, Just because there's no reason not to. There's no reason to live, No one to live for, No one who cares how many breaths I take from now until my last. This is how the world ends, Not with a bang, but with a whisper. The End by theShadowGrove
After YouI used to wonder what life would be like without you. I knew what it was before you, With you, But what about after you? I used to silence those thoughts, Not wanting to even ponder lest they come true. Despite my best efforts they did. And what happened after you? I guess it's all so typical summed up in a sentence, And it was pretty much what I would have predicted. And yet feeling it actually happen, I couldn't have imagined such a hell. And now? Now that I'm well into the chapter of my life that comes After you, what is life like? I guess it's like forgetting, and remembering just the same. It's not caring much, but knowing I'll never stop caring. I feel a little hollow, a little dead And at the same time like I got a do-over, like I'm reborn and get to restart. I would never have chosen this, but I guess it's better than nothing. You could say I'm optimistic, maybe life won't be eternal torture; I can even laugh at how dramatic I am, so I guess things aren't all bad. I guess I'll After You 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"!
Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse PoemYeah I'm an artist... Maybe thats why, I cry so much, Maybe thats why, I don't want, To breathe so much, But thats okay, Cause don't we die young? Maybe that'll make it easier, To take myself away... Maybe it'll make it easier, To fill my lungs with paint, Instead of air Maybe it'll make it, That much harder to, Erase my existence, From this universe, Cause paint stains are, Very hard to remove And glitter is, Very hard to clean And lipstick marks are, Very hard to forget... So I'll take it all in, The paint, And the glitter, And the lipstick And it'll be okay, Cause don't we die young... Anyway? Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem by lightbleueyes
Sunshine~ A PoemCause what if the sun, Just suddenly doesn't shine? Would it really matter cause, Everyone would be fine? Cause what if the sun, Just suddenly fades away? Would it really matter cause, the stars would still stay? Cause what if the sun, Just doesn't doesn't glow? Would it really matter cause, All the flowers would still grow? Cause what if the sun, Just suddenly goes cold? Would it really matter cause, The lights would still be gold? Cause what if the sun, Just suddenly wasn't bright? Would it really matter cause, The cold wouldn't bite? Cause what if the sun, Just suddenly doesn't rise? Would it really matter cause, There would be no goodbyes? Thank you for calling me sunshine, But does it really matter cause... Sunshine~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
Ode to the Skull Were I a non-sentient- That is, without feelings- And cared not where my mind went, I'd ponder those feelings. The feelings of dread, Your watchful eye, On my shoulder, Without I'd be dead, Lumbering by, Mind with no holder. You're a part of me, watching- See me as I'm marching. Your image: I know- With it, also dread. My demons line up in a row- Your image: the Dead. When I, too, am dead, And my life well spent, You'll be there still- To remind me I'm dead. I should try to repent, Hone in my skill And hope that brings me peace- When you're here, white as fleece. Ode to the Skull by Danny1210
The FlyHow doth the fly, Buzzing by, Keep me awake at night? Awake with fright, all through the night, Keeping in the firelight. That question still, even now, Confounds me much; I know not how I must move on, but move on, I must, And live alone, no one to trust. Wherefore doth the fly appear? Like an apparition, drawing near. Sitting here, I think I know What the fly doth wish to show. I tailed the fly, flying by, To a room I knew; the room was mine. Imagine my shock when lo and behold, On the ground, there lay a body, cold. The fly landed on the body's head, Showing me it was truly dead. Who it was, I could not say. For much confounded me that day. But then I realized, in fright, On the ground, there lay a knife. The knife was mine, this is true. The hand that held it had turned all blue. I saw the blood, dried on the floor. Naught was wet; there was no more. Then I remembered, this was no crime. For, you see, the blood was mine. The Fly by Danny1210
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!
Writing Like the DevilHello? A knock on the door. Oh! Hello! You're here. I, um, was just stopping by to say that I, um... Yes! Yes, of course, I should come in, shouldn't I. I guess, oh, sorry about that, I'll sit here. This is alright? Good. Thank you. So, um, lovely office. Just lovely. Oh! Look at those succulents. I tried to grow succulents once, but they died. Don't ask me how, I didn't even know succulents could die, I never had much of a green thumb so I guess I just forgot to water them or something or perhaps just not enough sun- Why am I here? I suppose that is a valid question, I guess I wouldn't have come all this way to talk about your plants. An awkward chuckle. You see, I'm here because, well not really because of an issue, but more like an... observation has come to Writing Like the Devil by wispofcloud
Win or Booze, We Can't Lose“The bet's on. Your offer?” “Losing team matches and pays the winning team's prize.” “Deal. Prepare to be broke after tonight.” * Two girls stand, glaring at each other on a crowded sidewalk. Grudgingly they shake hands, their respective teammates looking on as witnesses. With the deal struck they all turn and head into the pub. Initially they move as one group, but upon entering they split and move to two tables on opposite sides of the room. ”Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's pub trivia! For any new faces in the crowd, I shall briefly explain the rules...” Alena stared at her drink as it was set down before her with conflicting emotions in the pit of her stomach. She was elated and confident that her team would win tonight, but doubt reminded her that if they did, it would be for the first time. Ever. This time they had a new member, an exchange student from England. He had a head which seemed to be stuffed with random k Win or Booze, We Can't Lose by wispofcloud