Keep Calm And Comic-Con
Keep Calm And Comic-Con
Wed Aug 8, 2012 by techgnotic
This year was especially important to me personally and was a milestone of sorts on
multiple levels and for deviantART as a whole. Many of the reasons why will become clear
over the next few months as announcements are made and new ideas are shared with everyone
in the community.
s the multi dimensional, pop fueled, color exploded dream like haze that was Comic-Con begins
to fully dim and fade from accurate remembrance, I can’t shake the feeling that this year was s
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
an exercise in giving upI don’t know what I’m doing in this place.an exercise in giving up8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My bones ache to take me away – to take me anywhere but here. But my heart remembers this place and its beat is racing, pumping blood into the far corners of my body, making my limbs too heavy to move. But I want to leave so badly, with every part of my being, but the one. My heart still belongs here…even after all these years.
I don’t remember the last time I saw your face.
But I can tell you that I still hear your voice in my dreams. In the deepest of sleeps, you’re still alive inside of me, deep within the folds of my heart, the dark spaces of my imagination. You’re alive there, even though I know nothing of where you are in reality. I know nothing of you anymore. Maybe that’s for the better. Maybe. Maybe.
I can’t recall the first time that I heard time will make it better.
But I do know that my mom repeats it to me every Saturday when I go to visit her in that old house that’s fu
The Boyfriend SongDo you mind conversations about zombie ninja pirates?The Boyfriend Song3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How about debates about the newest things in science?
Do you like Monty Python? Are you musical at all?
Can you manage to be lewd without losing your class at all?
I'd like a boyfriend please!
I'd like a boyfriend please!
It's mostly for great company and not those birds and bees,
So I'd like a boyfriend please!
(Y'know, if it's not too much trouble)
Are you fussy about food?
Are you considerate or rude?
Do you like cats (no, not for dinner)?
Are you taller? Fatter? Thinner?
(Could you possibly put up with my ridiculous ideas?)
Do you think this drawing's great?
What kinds of people do you hate?
Are you kind and are you stable?
Are your hands above the table*?
I'd like a boyfriend please!
I'd like a boyfriend please!
I'm obviously too fussy, but I'd like one that's a tease.
Yep, I'd like a boyfriend please!
(Or maybe I'm closing my mind too much)
I shouldn't be so picky about gender.
But instincts have a strang
Taur virus 4Taur Virus 4Taur virus 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That was close," I muttered exiting the taur-only bathroom. It was for a single person's use, installed about four years ago. It was nice and spacey, and it has to be, because I practically wrestled to get the shorts off my extended rear so I wouldn't have an accident. I almost tripped with the toilet, and I did fell against the wall a couple of times. But luckily the situation was managed and I exited the bathroom, just in time to grab some lunch. Passing my backpack over my shoulder I headed to the cafeteria, still getting used to the glances I earned from companions that knew of my parents dealings.
I didn't want to try and deal with people I knew. It was just to add insult to injury, as there were a few that would act sympathetic towards me. One of them was my friend Trish and probably my friend Paul, who, despite her constant taur state gets to stay in contact with her and other infected. I
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I wanted to die of embarrassment. I was in my bedroom, having become what I was taught to avoid, not becoming the target of my parents despise. After having lied that it wasn't anything serious and having them barge into my room only to find the surprise, even more, everyone would sure give me hell for having such a strong position against taurs in school 'I'm screwed' I thought as I stared at them for what seemed like minutes which was actually mere seconds as my Mom's face was that of horror, which translated to a scream while dad's became that of anger.
"Ma-Marcus?" asked my mom, wanting me to shake my head but instead I nodded. Seemed she went light headed as she nearly fainted. Meanwhile, my dad simply looked away; I knew he was mad
"M-Mom," I tried to say reaching for her or my dad but she simply backed as I showed her my hand. My hand covered in black fur with a bit stubbier fingers and claws erected at their tips. Even I was surprised by the sight as I
Naruto Vs One PieceNaruto Vs One Piece3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There's no denying the effect Dragonball has had on manga today. Akira Toriyama and his tale of the monkey tailed boy Goku made what Shonen is today, and opened up a new age of manga. When Dragonball ended in Weekly Shonen Jump however, the sales of the comic declined quite dramatically (that, and Slam Dunk). Jump had lost it's two biggest names at the time, and they needed new hits.
That's not to say there weren't some. Rurouni Kenshin was still going strong, and Hunter X Hunter would soon appear, but it wasn't until 1997 when the tale of a rubber boy and his desire to seek adventure as a pirate arrived in Shonen Jump.
That manga is now the greatest selling manga of all time.
I am of course talking about One Piece, the story of Monkey D. Luffy and his pirate crew as they search the Grand Line for the legendary treasure left by Gol D. Roger, One Piece. One Piece is now one of the longest mangas of all time and is still going strong.
Much like its spiritual predecessor, Dragonball, One
Taur virus 3Taur virus 3Taur virus 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The loud tune music of the news channel rang into my ears and woke me up in an instant. I was so distracted I failed to notice the subtle contradictions with what I've grown used to, such as using the TV suddenly turning on while I heard no one around or the fact that it was actually the news channels instead of the usual Warner Brothers or Fox.
My first thought was to reach for the remote to try to mute the TV as there was some news about the latest outbreak of the famous 'taur virus.' I only managed to make out those two words. The mention of the disease brought back a couple of flashes to my mind. I could remember seeing the nurse telling to go home, my parents giving a surprised yet scared look on their faces seeing a human looking cat, much like cat taurs tended to look like. Thank goodness everything was just a dream, or so I thought.
My nose twitched as I sniffed the air noticing an odd smell, something I never
Shallow WaterIt was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.Shallow Water1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left her feeling too tired to sleep.
But mostly, it was because her parents had their arguments at night, right when Mom got back from the station. Daddy would send Amy to bed -- or at least her room, to pretend to sleep -- hours before. Then he would wait, sitting at the kitchen table and facing the door like a judge, hands folded in front of him
Strawberries in the WinterMy momma once said that it was impossible-Strawberries in the Winter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been watching
Only likes ladies that cost him a dollar,
Possibly fifty cents more
For something he can tell his friends.
No more would the emo boy
Take out wet stained knives
Because people don’t understand that once
A loved one has their face smashed
-Broken against a pavement-
It’s a little bit harder to feel your heart
And all you want is a si
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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We conduct the interview this way to avoid having the artist spammed with too many questions all at once, and to reduce text clutter so that you can all read the artist's responses to the questions.
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Please be aware that we do our best to get as many questions answered as possible, however, if we do not choose your question to send to the artist, please do not be offended. It does not mean it was not a good question. It is just not possible for the artist to answer all questions. Thank you for your understanding.
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have
Unsaid PleasI'm fineUnsaid Pleas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No I'm not
Don't worry about me
I need someone
I'll tell you when something's wrong
But you won't listen
I'm doing well
Why can't you see my pain?
All these excuses
I hope someone will see through them
Cold RazorsCold Razors:Cold Razors2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it pierce into my flesh
The cold metal of razors
and let me carve into my skin
a wonderous design of love
Love for the pain which I inflict upon myself
Love for the disgusting toxin which I bleed from deep within me
Love for all the people that remind me everyday of how pointless my existence is
Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something too?
Did you want to enjoy of this toxic waste?
This nauseating poisonous sulphurous odious mixture of noxious FUMES!
Ah, but you're one of the normal people aren't you
You can comb your hair without pain
You can dye it any colour you want
You can style it in any manner you please...
and yet you choose to complain?
Oh that's right, you can run too
You can run and jump and vault and swim and whatever else you feel like doing
You can enjoying the feeling of wind in your face without the need of
Ah, but that's alright, here let me sit and congratulate you
Let me pat you on the back for bringing glory to us al
Life is not a choiceLife is not a choice.Life is not a choice6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
We don't choose whom we are born from,
Or when we must leave.
No one requests birth.
If you saw the world before
You came, would you come?
Its end is not yours.
If your mom didn't want you,
The end is your start.
If life gets cut off,
It's called an accident so
no one can claim why.
And when your life ends,
You don't decide the moment,
Because it's old age.
So life's not a choice.
No, the only choice you have
Is how you live it.
carouselwe laughed like children high on m&ms,carousel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
danced like we were carousel horses,
and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I tried to take you with me, I'm sorry.
instead I left you breathless,
left you safe, left without you.
I took our footsteps, just in case I
ever needed a way back home.
sometimes, I wonder if I left you
without a safety net.
WomanA story behind her eyesWoman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
Nobody Knew (Bullying Poem)Nobody Knew (Bullying Poem)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody knew when the teasing started; the days that formed my life.
Not happy times like your first puppy, or becoming a husband or wife.
No, days which I wish to forget, memories are branded with the hurt.
The days when I was bullied; teased, taunted and treated like dirt.
Nobody knew when the hurt set it, the words so unforgiving and cold.
They hit me with full force and the effects begin to take there hold.
I wanted to fight back, but somehow, I couldn’t find the strength to speak.
This lead to the mocking to increase, meaning all I was was weak.
The names that I was called, horrid and disgustingly untrue.
But that didn’t stop the small group; I let the pain within me brew.
I didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want to think that it was a big deal.
Somehow, I had to tell myself, that this whole thing wasn’t at all real.
Nobody knew when I began to cry, the torments building slowly inside.
I had to let it go though, and I released the pain when I crie
Self-InflictedSelf-InflictedSelf-Inflicted2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just hate myself.
I hate the life that I lead.
I hate the things that I've done.
I keep trying to figure out.
Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
No matter how hard I try to evade
And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.
That the problem resides within me
And the answer remains absent.
I am the common dominator.
I am the back stabbing selfish traitor.
It's nothing to do with how I was raised
Or the credentials and intentions of my creators.
We choose our own paths.
We make our own decisions.
It is only us that determine what kind of life we lead.
There may be externa
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taught
Their young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.
Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.
For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.
After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes meDelusion becomes me3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty to know
every tragedy and eve
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.For Some Reason I Think Home1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
MeanderingHardly a mountain, though on lowering days its head sits wreathedMeandering3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the mists of a passing front, aged and befogged as bygone elders
Doddering about before there were names for the malaise
That hazed their thinking
And from this modest crown there slouched and sloped
A long shoulder, meandering down to meadows below
Pausing now and again to coddle a pleasant hollow
Casting a sloping pitch enough to rush a torrent
After a sudden shower
Its glint and glimmer burble among the stones
To join a rill and plash and swirl and putter about a root
It's there I'm apt to wander
Not much of a path, hard passed and thorny
As twisted and narrow as the thoughts of bigoted men
Treading there finds stern resistance and stones to turn the foot
The clatter and crunch of brittle leaf acorns pop and skitter
A plenteous crop, beyond the appetite of wild things at forage
Leathery husks abound, pignut hickory the ebon stains of walnut
On taking pause the quiet lay, a
respectHow dare you?respect2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
JourneyElevenJourney7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m part of a local kids’ theatre group
I get all the lead roles;
I am confident.
I’m on registers for being
‘Gifted and Talented’;
My future is bright.
I’m not popular or pretty
But I’m too innocent;
I don’t see why it should matter.
I start high school.
My friend’s mum picks me up.
I get home.
She’s in the hospital.
They lie to me;
She has a
I believe them.
‘Ellie, I have cancer.’
I never trust anyone again.
I quit the theatre club.
Mum isn’t worse,
So I assume she’s
We go to Italy,
Me and her.
We have fun.
Yeah, she’s definitely getting better.
My mum can’t die;
In and out of hospital.
Living off of
Everyone acts like I know.
I don’t know anyth