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.
They break as easily as...tea cupsI will say it straight. I've been fed lies and illusions. Years of looking into some eyes, I fooled myself the look they sometimes gave me didn't mean what it actually meant. This is the tragedy when you know someone so closely, yet you choose denial when things go wrong. Was it merely a dream? a good dream? the best dream of my life? it was the thing that kept me going as I was laying on my cross. No matter what I did, and how I tried to be there when needed...it was all for nothing. It passed, and it cracked me...like the wind cracking some dried up twigs. There is evidence that it wasn't a dream. It was the greatest fuckup of my life, painted in purple. Still, it must not matter so much, if it would birds would shut their voices, and clouds would remain still, tears would not wash graves no more and the wind would not play in my hair spreading somebody else's scent around me and behind me as I walk alone in a hot, quelled, cotton-mouth day. I find myself in the same state again: my They break as easily as...tea cups by EliseBast
InstitutionalisedPatient: Lady Eloise Age: 20 Sex: female Religion: orthodox, we suppose Form of insanity: depression This form of madness is a pretty simple one, and I will do the honor of explaining it in a few words. Depression, otherwise known as melancholia. The patient is a 20 year old female.In this case, the cause of this affliction is unknown, but the patient was telling us something about the sad stories, sights and words that have haunted her since childhood. Is she dangerous to others? Of course yes, what person stricken by dementia isn't? Harmful behavior? She went out in the middle of the might inappropriately dressed, attempting to commit suicide. She might also be a kleptomaniac, or in other words, a thief. Her ideas of beauty are completely deranged, almost grotesque. Patient seems fascinated by silver, black clothing and excentric hair colors. We suppose that this affection is due to the fact that she did not accept the reality as it is, her idealism pushed her towards depression and Institutionalised by EliseBast
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
Len x Sick! ReaderYou groaned as you struggled to sit up. Sadly, that didn't work out to well. Your arms ached, and you fell back on your bed. 'I can't be sick!' You thought worriedly. You ran a head through your (long/medium/short) (h/c) hair, and sighed. "I promised Len I would help with the melodies for one of his new songs.." You sighed. "KIMI WA OUJO~ BOKU WA MESHITSUKAI~" Len's ringtone rang from your phone. Wait. Len's ringtone. Len's ringtone. LEN'S RINGTONE!! You grabbed your phone right before it went to voice mail, and held it up to your ear. "Hello?" It sounded like a dying frog in here. Wait. That was you. "(y/n)-chan?" Len's voice sounded worried on the other end. "Are you OK? You sound like a dying frog." "Gee, thanks." Your voice had a drip of sarcasm to it, and that made Len frown. "A-ah.. Gomen (y/n)-chan. I-I didn't mean to be rude..." His voice sounded sad, and it trailed off at the end, and that made you smile. "It's fine, Len-kun!" You smiled, wiping little beads of sweat off your Len x Sick! Reader by xXAirRiderx
Sweet Nothing, Chapter 1: Please Don't Go..The smell of hot chocolate wafted from the kitchen to the living room. Yanna was in the kitchen, stirring the hot chocolate; the Strokes blasted through her headphones, and she hummed softly to herself. Mello was in the living room, his hands over his face as he watched the news. "God-damnit Kira.." he mumbled to himself, clicking off the TV and settling back into the couch. He sniffed the air, his mouth watering slightly from the sweet, sweet smell of the hot chocolate. He got up and went into the kitchen, leaning against the wall once he saw his lover. Yanna was now listening to an Asking Alexandria song, bobbing her head ever so slightly. She took one earbud out of her ear, "Mello!~" She called his name, and instantly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist. "I'm right here, love~" He whispered softly in her ear, kissing her cheek afterwards. He turned her around and placed a sweet kiss on her nose, and then stepped back and admired her. He was always in awe at how beautifu Sweet Nothing, Chapter 1: Please Don't Go.. by xXAirRiderx
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!
Haunting Memories Chapter 5"Soul... are you sure about this?" Bright asked me. I told them everything as I was packing up. I was going to stay with Violet and Petential and train with them so I can become stronger. "Yeah... It's gonna be a rough road for me..." I replied. "Soul, if your gonna go out and face the guy who destroyed Kazawage village by your own, how do you expect to beat him?" Camo asked. I stopped packing to think. If this guy is as powerful as he was that day... "I- I don't know..." I answered. Damnit! Now how will I need to train? Do I go with pure power, or do I go with a more defensive type of style? "Well, no lt that I know anything about combat or anything," Camo started. "but I would recommend a balanced training excercise." He said. I turned to look at Camo. "Well, if you don't know anything about fighting, why are you giving me some sort of advice?" I asked. "Well, think this." Camo started. "Yeah, you don't get much power, but you'll have more stradegy and more options to face your enemy Haunting Memories Chapter 5 by ChaosPower11
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot. He never gets anything right Even the simplest of endeavors Becomes a full out catastrophe. And he speaks As if there is not a single language In The Galaxy He has properly learned. They look at him, And see a stereotype. A poor reflection of something black. I look at him, And I see a seven foot tall lizard. If I could speak plainly: Jar Jar Binks Is not a racial stereotype. There is no universe Where that makes Any amount of sense. And you look at me, Expression wary, Shoulders shrugging. “Well, I could see it.” If you do not see The irony here Then allow me to explain you something. If you see idiot, Fool, inarticulate, And think black You Are the racist one here. You Are stereotyping And blaming someone else For it. Now don’t pretend You are blind to race Do not try to play like The soldier in this war Because, honey, You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for. A racial stereotype Is a misleading representation Of an ethn A Racial Stereotype by MadHat11D6
FlyWith the covers pulled over my head, my room darker than the city night and the steady breath of my sister in the bed below me, I would put my hands together, close my eyes, and pray. I’m not sure who I was praying to. I knew God then, I suppose. Each night asking for the same thing. Never receiving, but I’d never stop. I couldn’t sleep unless I prayed. Dear Lord, I thank you for such a nice day. Please let us all have good dreams tonight and a good day tomorrow. And please, please, please let me have the power to fly. In Jesus name I pray, amen. I thought these words each night, and each morning I’d wake from my nightmares to find that I, in fact, could not fly. I was always disappointed. “Jezebel, what are you thinking about?” “Flying.” There is laughter. “Flying is for the birds, dear.” “Then I’d like to be a bird.” “And what would you do as a bird? You couldn’t speak, or walk.” “Bu Fly by MadHat11D6