Celebrate deviantART's 12th Birthday!It's our 12th Birthday!
Posted August 7th, 2012 by $Ayame-Kenoshi
Today, August 7th, 2012, marks 12 years since deviantART's creation - aka, it's our 12th birthday! In the last 12 years, we, as a community, have grown by leaps and bounds, fostered creative thought and dialogue, and submitted a lot of artwork - over 220 million deviations. It's with great honor and pleasure that we invite you to party with us as we toast to another devious year of art!
Introducing the First Ever Creative Grants Recipients!
On May 1, 2012, deviantART introduced the Creative Grants program - a source of funding allowing artists to make creative dreams a reality. We're pleased to announce the first cycle of funding has ended, and from the over 500 applicat
#InternationalFAQ Newsletter 2First of all, ^twicehalf has informed on his Twitter that he should get a new laptop - thus return to dA - in about two weeks!#InternationalFAQ Newsletter 211 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The first newsletter was a good success, it seems! The comments were amazingly supportive and helpful, and already some changes have taken place (more or less) according to the received feedback.
Now. The change log consists of two parts: changes already made, and changes that still need to be done. After that, there'll be a discussion & suggestion section. The changes are listed in the exact order in which they were made.
This time I won't use colour codes, so as to keep those for suggestions only.
changes already done
* Check-In Point was hidden and locked; as ^namenotrequired kindly informed me, it can't be really removed (in case it's needed in the future and/or to remind us wh
Interviews Unedited - ^quietchildae:iconvirgino0owhore: How long have you been a Community Volunteer?Interviews Unedited - ^quietchildae2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
:iconquietchildae: I was the artistic nude photography volunteer along with `wynnesome starting in July 2009, and by myself after she stepped down. I took on volunteering for the fetish photography gallery in June 2010. I stepped down to take a break back in January 2011, and then came back on for both galleries just in November!
:iconvirgino0owhore: Did you choose Artistic Nudes or did it choose you?
:iconquietchildae: I've been interested, and involved in nudes for a long time, as well as fetish work. I started out my career as a photographer shooting content for a fetish models paysite. So, I've chosen the "mature content" galleries from the beginning, I guess! I've never felt that there was any shame in the human body, or in human sexuality, and I think that they're very beautiful things, so it was pretty much a given that I would want to d
Alien Encounter Ch. 2I was expecting the FBI to come at any moment and try to cover this up somehow, but no one came. The cemetery was dark and creepy at 10:00 at night, but I knew my way around, and soon found myself sitting behind a cherry tree, watching the UFO hover about 50 yards off the ground.Alien Encounter Ch. 22 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Unfortunately, when I went to take a picture, I found that I'd forgotten to charge the batteries! I groaned and set it aside. In front of me, only about a 100 yards away, I saw a low light come out the bottom of the space craft, just like in the movies! Only, the light didn't absorb anything. Instead, it gently fell to the ground in a heap and dissolved, leaving some huge creature in it's place.
And that quick, the lights flew up and vanished in Orion's belt, deep within the sky.
The object it left behind made no movements. It had been placed in the field areas where there were no graves yet, which I found peculiar. Did the aliens know that this was where we buried our dead? Maybe, if they were smart enough to
PE: Two Forms, One ThemeAll I Can Do Is Kiss His Little HeadPE: Two Forms, One Theme8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Utterly helpless and confined to his bed,
Moony eyes striking stars and a fragile heart ‘til
All I can do is kiss his little head.
He can’t talk, can’t walk, can’t lift his own head.
“Cerebral palsy,” the doctors had said,
“Utterly helpless and confined to his bed."
He’s smiling and laughing, (and I know he has sight,
his folder has written – “baby responds to light”),
All I can do is kiss his little head.
He struggles with swallows; aspirates instead
And eats through a tube in a vein in his leg,
Utterly helpless and confined to his bed.
He’s coughing and crying and I wish it’d end
But I’m sure he’ll heal and if not, I’ll pretend,
All I can do is kiss his little head.
They give him a year… A year and he’s dead,
Or maybe he’s got a whole life up ahead,
Utterly helpless and confined to his bed,
All I can do is kiss his
Ghostly AngelI woke up, in my bedGhostly Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my pitch black room
My ghostly friend was back
And wanting to play
Her life was taken away
At a very young age
She wakes me
Night after night
Just to play
Like a child wants too
She was so young so pure
She didn't deserve the death
She had to adore
With a gunshot to the head
Was a drunk
And didn't want to hear her cry
All scared of ghost of the night
She is my ghost
In the night
And I welcome her in my home
I'm not afraid
Every soul needs a day
And I'm the one that makes her day
Night after night
And I don't think she will ever go away.
21. Holiday“You’ll be careful, won’t you?”21. Holiday2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Call me if you need any—”
“Mum! I’ll be fine!” I glare at her a little, before looking away, at a particularly fascinating spot on the wall. Her eyes linger on me for a moment, that horrible look of concern and pity in them, before she finally kisses me on the cheek and says goodbye, walking over to the car. But hesitating. She looks back at me before she gets in, and I look back for half a second, before I turn and close the door.
I know she’s only worried about me—they’re only trying to protect me. I know I shouldn’t hate them for it, but I can’t help it. Shutting me away’s only making things worse. Their way of coping with my diagnosis, with my leukaemia, is making it impossible for me to cope with it.
I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t take another day of lying around the house, like I
Snakeskin pt.1 - The Human HouseMy very first memory was of meeting a boy named Jude Anderson.Snakeskin pt.1 - The Human House2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was five years old. I was three. It had started on a cold night in winter, the kind of night when the streams turned into ice and animals burrowed deep into the dirt. Snow fell around the woods, blanketing trees and bushes, painting everything white.
Me and Snap, my snake friend with the dark green scales and the big eyes, had been staying in these woods for weeks. We had made a burrow the way the bears did so that we could stay warm and not freeze freeze freeze. It was our special home, and also our hunting ground, which was what we were going to do tonight.
I dropped down from the high tree and landed next to Snap, and he slithered around my feet. I looked at lot like Snap, but not exactly. I had shimmery scales like he did, a pale green, that ran down my legs and arms and chest. Some parts of me had the soft, pinkish skin that humans had too, but that grossed me out yes it did. I had bright snake-eyes like Snap, too,
nanowrimo blooper chapters -2-Malcolm and Arius woke up the next morning to find Myna typing away at her laptop, not only fully dressed and with a steaming mug of something that looked like coffee (drowning in a bunch of sugar lumps), but also that she had actually broken into their hotel room for her to be typing away at her laptop at the nearby desk with sugar-drowned coffee.nanowrimo blooper chapters -2-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The hell?!" Malcolm jumped up. "How'd you get in here?!"
"Here's your key." Myna replied calmly and tossed the little piece of metal at him. Arius sat up.
"Man I wish I could call the police on you." He grumbled at Myna, getting out of bed and throwing on a shirt. "Okay, well, we've got one more day to finish paying off 49,000 dollars. You think we can do it?" There was a pause, and then, "On second thought, don't answer that, let's just see what we can do."
As it turned out, they couldn't do very much. Arius went back to his job at the Eagles store and sold a couple surfboards, but as he wasn't getting paid until next week, the on
15. SilenceA dragon, of all creatures, shouldn't be afraid of death.15. Silence2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why are you afraid of death, Ambre? says a voice in my head, as if there's some other being controlling my thoughts, trying to uncover the reasons behind the whirling confusion in my mind. I try to answer it. I really do. But I'm not entirely sure if it's really my own death that I'm afraid of.
I dig my claws into the dirt, soil grinding under the pressure. All this power, I think. All this strength. I'm so strong, yet I let these tiny worries get to me. I wonder why. Because I'm a mother. Because I'm going to be a mother. Everything starts to crumble, the fear taking over. Because I might not be a mother for very long
I whirl around, my heart pounding. "Moonsky," I say breathlessly, already bringing in innocent pictures of sky and trees (and frost)
LoveLove is selfish, love is greedLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is to take from others without heed
Love is deception, love is doubt
Love is not being able to be without
Love is loss and love is pain
Love is a laughing kiss in the rain
Love is pride and anger and hate
Love is the entrance to heaven's gate
Love is poignant, love is strong
Love is the echo of a faraway song
Love is passion, a strong and fierce lust
Love is the sequel and prequel to dust
Love is terrifying
Love is satisfying
Love is everything I'll never have
Love is the sweet and gentle touch of your hand
Love is your laugh and the sound of your voice
Love is a test and it isn't a choice
Love is a day or a year or a century
Love is my own personal penitentiary
Where I stay here and rot,
Thinking all the wrong thoughts,
Thinking how I love you
While you have no clue
Maybe love is selfish, and maybe love is pain
But to love is to also be irrevocably insane
Come with me,
And let's just see .
Love is two, blindly free.
IntroductionMy name is skye so hi, how do you do?Introduction3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not that I particularly want to meet you
But what I do and what I say
Are going to start to change today
This useless body, this limited shell
My holding cell, my mortal hell
Cannot contain the spirit inside
For heavenly freedom now I bide
Until the final reaping call
We remain on earth to sweat and maul
And nothing's ever going to change
Humankind is condemned to the same
Adam and eve and cain and abel
Happy endings only occur in a fable
I've hidden for too long and mourned the loss
Of what I could prevent and never pay the cost
But things didn't happen how they should
And now I'm wondering if they could
Have turned out differently, we'll never know
If ash to dust and dust to snow
And stone to brick and brick to ash
And ash to humans, humans to cash
Circle of life in a new york minute
Kill and be killed, and be in it to win it
Eat or be eaten, it's a dog eat dog land
I just don't understand
How this could be His hand
But trust will sprout and
Declaration of WarIncomprehensibly, my mind was at ease.Declaration of War3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Winter of Frost and Flame c.7Chapter 7Winter of Frost and Flame c.73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spencer arrived back in the Company within moments. He put T on a lab table nearby, but gently, and didn't strap her down. He tried to avoid looking at her. He was certain that if Tareinrose got out of herewhich was a big IFhe'd be completely dead, but he'd be completely dead if he didn't follow Chance's orders either. And he wouldn't just sacrifice himself for someone he'd known two days anyway. This was a mission. It had to be completed.
But Tareinrose had still helped him. Had it not been for her, Spencer'd still be on a failing mission after three brats.
"Where did the other three go...?" Spencer asked himself, noticing that, although he was in the same lab he had been in earlier, Lyra, Kaleb and Wing were gone. He rolled his eyes. They'd probably been transferred to other parts of the Company by now. The usual. He looked up as Chance walked in.
"I have to say, well done, Inoue. Finished the mission in under two days. Tha
Happily Never Aftersweet princess, lonely princessHappily Never After3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how long will you wait
just sitting around letting
the prince determine your fate
are you locked in a tower?
are you drugged in a cell?
don't you realize you're putting
your prince charming through hell?
scared princess, helpless princess
sate your lusts with the villain
forget about rescue
when you're trapped in this prison
are you truly helpless?
or are you just weak?
too spoiled to save yourself,
too weary to speak?
cold princess, pale princess
with your long locks of hair
and beautiful silk dresses
can you get out of there?
why won't you even try it?
you think time's on your side?
you think the guards won't kill you
'cause of your 'crystal blue' eyes?
feisty princess, dying princess
your prince is racing here, insane
but even a horse and a sword
can't stop the dragon's flames
he'll cross the moat thinking
that he's gonna make it
but in the end you're uncertain
where's prince charming now?
oh my princess, my little princess
Winter of Frost and Flame c.6Chapter 6Winter of Frost and Flame c.63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adriana came to, tied up and sore. "Ugh..." she groaned, raising her head and looking around. She was in the middle of some woods. She could tell it wasn't the Book Lands but it was definitely the middle of nowhere. She struggled against the ropes for a bit and gave up once she found they were magically enforced against her magic and wiggling.
"Ah good to see you've come to." Tareinrose smiled wickedly. She was carving a stick into a point with her knife out of boredom.
"I'd rather of stayed out for a few hours. I can't believe you kissed that guy..." Adriana said, sounding disgusted.
"At least I have someone." Tareinrose shot back, her smile fading.
"Sheesh... I only questioned your taste..." Adriana rolled her eyes. "What are you planning to do to me now?" Adriana asked.
"Nothing... yet. I can't take you back to the Book Lands and I don't really feel like waiting two weeks. Then again I don't feel like killing you just yet either." Tareinrose shrugged.
Winter of Frost and Flame c.4Chapter 4Winter of Frost and Flame c.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The woman tracking down Spencer had made a transformation of herself. She looked about 19 anyways and she found out that her new target was at a library she was familiar with. Unfortunately the librarian was familiar with her as well. She had raided some teen girl's closet and almost gotten caught in the act so she was stuck with short shorts and a very tight top that was very out of her comfort level. She sighed and went with it anyways, applying some make up she had acquired through some not very legal means and viola, she had become a teenage girl of that world.
The woman, named Tareinrose, walked into the library and went straight back to the computers and sat down at one and started typing in something random. She sat down next to the man she was after: Spencer Inoue. His dark, navy blue hair helped him stand out to her. She sat there quietly for a moment and then turned her swivel chair to him and put the tips of her hands together to make an A shape.
Winter of Frost and Flame c.2Chapter 2Winter of Frost and Flame c.23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adriana was not a happy girl at all. She'd already finished school with Morgan last year and now she had to go to a public school of all things. A school with peppy teenagers, poplar's and messes. What for? A test to see if she could blend in with people her age.
"Adriana? Morgan's here." A woman called up the stairs.
Adriana sighed, putting her hair pin into her hair to keep her bangs out of the way. She got up slowly and looked herself over. She hoped she looked like a normal teenage girl after all the make up on the side of her face to cover her scars and the ridiculous clothes she was wearing. It wasn't her normal tank-top, pants and elfish boots that she was used to and this definitely wasn't the place were battle scars weren't made fun of. Adriana sighed as she grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.
"Good luck with school." The woman that called her down said, giving Adriana a hug.
"Will do mum..." Adriana mumbled as she heade
A Poem About PoemsI haven't written poems in a long timeA Poem About Poems2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I'm really not sure how to do it
My words I can't find
And my lines have no rhyme
And I just want to say, "Oh, screw it"
This paper is now covered in penscratch
And it really just looks quite disgusting
All the black crossed-out spots
And still-wet ink blots
Prove to me how hard it is to keep writing.
But maybe I can find a different meaning
To fit with the words that I say
And in the crossed-out strikethroughs
I see a bit of my muse
And I see there might be another way.
Because what if the red doesn't mean blood, but a rose?
What if it's all just symbolic?
And soon I understand
That I can't just demand
My poem to fit like I want it.
Tasteless Oh how great a King you must beTasteless10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To declare your fruit unsweet
Amongst those who have not tasted any
Two WordsIt started with two words.Two Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Two harmless, innocent words. Words didn’t hurt people. Nemo Nakasone knew, from an old saying his French friend had told him, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Words didn’t hurt, but they led to actions that burned like a knife.
So Nemo grabbed his old bike, which was rusting near the wheels, and took off into the humid evening. He pedaled so hard his lungs burned, his dark hair whipping around his face in the wind. Down the narrow dirt street where he lived, under the creeping vines that hung over the road, past the main road and the ice cream shop and the Revelier Academy. The bike flew into a puddle, and water sprayed all over his flip-flops. Down a road. Down a hill. Down. Down. Down.
Nemo lost control of the bike and went tumbling into the hillside, falling into the long, thick grass. He closed his eyes, sucking in the cool air. Night was falling, draping over Tahiti like a black cloak. He ran h
17. BloodShe's dying.17. Blood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't want to know that she's dying, and she doesn't want me to know either, but we both know it's true. She's been coughing up blood for the past hour, getting weaker and weaker, more blood just pouring out of the bullet wound in her chest. I paid enough attention in Biology to know that it's just above her heart, just above her lungs, narrowly missing the important stuff.
At first I'd hoped that meant we could save her.
Now I know all it does is make it slow.
I've not told her this. I've not told her anything about my fear, about her dying, but I don't need to. She hasn't admitted it to me yet either, but there's some sort of silent agreement between us that we won't mention it. All that'll do is make it worse.
But it can't get worse.
Zeke, Part 2: Escape"Be careful, Zeke."Zeke, Part 2: Escape3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those are the words my mother says to me before I head outside the house, wrapped up in a cloak with the hood up and my head down. A small basket hangs from my arm and bounces against me with every quick step I take. I can feel the other villagers staring at me as I move past them, whispering. They think I can't hear them.
They have no idea what kinds of things I can hear. But most of the stuff I hear is words about me. And they're not very nice. Mother tells me they say it just because I'm different. But I know what they really think. They think I'm a monster. That I was cursed because my mother wouldn't accept my death. He punished her by turning me into this.
I know it's true. Because that's what they whisper. They all do. Mother tells me to ignore it. But it's hard when every person you pass says th