Comic-Con 2013, Initiate Launch Cycle
Initiate Launch Cycle
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 by techgnotic
Last day of Mission-Preparation-Protocol. Slow roll of the mighty Artist Alley rocket ship out to the launch pad has begun.
Systems and housings look stable.
Fuel lines clear and steady.
Test firing booster engines.
San Diego flight and arrival path confirmed.
The 200 wondrous artists of Artist Alley are approaching, armed, adrenalized, and ready to draw.
Psychologicals of all deviantART personnel and support staff assessed and locked down.
Llamas prepped and groomed.
Security alerts and procedures initiated. All Creative Systems cranked to “11” and then broken off.
All nations beware and all nations rejoice.
We are Inked, Locked, and Loaded.
Fella just flashed the GO Signal.
ComiCon 2013 is on
Come join us at
Come join us at San Diego Comic-Con 2013! DeviantART's booth, located in Art
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…
Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…
A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering
PoM The Movie CH 1(The intro of DreamWorks Animation is played softly)PoM The Movie CH 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The camera shows the image of clouds as we go through them. There shows a cresent moon as a young boy floats to the moon with clear balloons. He then rests on the tip of the moon as he lets go of the balloons and lets them drift away. The boy soon held a fishing line and sat back as he began to fish on where he sat to fish down below.
The title, "DreamWorks Animation" fades to the screen with colorful wording. The title then fades away.
The boy continued to sat there, but then from behind, he got shot with green slime and flew off the moon to the ground(or no longer in sight of the screen).
The penguins then came from behind the moon, as the leader, Skipper got the fishing line. He pulled up the "Nickelodeon" logo.
Rico then burst out singing, "Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick-Nick! Nick-e-lo-deon!"
The four penguins then gave each other high fives. As the screen fades out to black.
Up to YouNote: Among the many ideas I've had running through my head over the years is this short Skipper and Marlene piece that takes place after the end of the "Huffin and Puffin" episode. I hope you will enjoy it.Up to You3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the penguins slept several hours after they had sent Hans to live out his life in the cesspool of Hoboken, Skipper suddenly awoke. "My gut tells me something is not quite right," he thought to himself. "But what?"
Skipper climbed out of his bunk and glanced up at his slumbering team; all were accounted for. He checked the HQ's various security systems; all were on and functioning properly. The coffee maker was set to brew at 0600. Kowalski's Bunsen burner was not lit and the gas was off. The lemurs' boom box in the adjacent habitat was silent.
Then suddenly, Skipper knew what it was. "Marlene!" he shouted. With all that had to be done to take down Hans, he and the other penguins had forgotten that Marlene was still trapped inside Julien's plastic volcano.
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
Merida and Why I Love Cinderella - RANTSo the world is in uproar again over Disney and their terrible ways. They added Merida of Brave to the Disney Princess line (surprise) and in the transition from CG to Disney Princess style, she became a little curvier and a little prettier. Apparently that’s the equivalent of dressing her like some cheap hooker.Merida and Why I Love Cinderella - RANT2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I just can’t comprehend that in this day and age there still such an uproar over each and every female character made. Leave them the hell alone! No one fusses over boy characters being role models. You have funny boys, serious ones, nasty ones, kickass one, wussies, etc. But if girls don’t tote around weapons and have loud, pushy personalities then girls around the world will be forced into female stereotypes and will spend the rest of their lives washing dishes in some man’s kitchen or something.
Honestly, the only time real equality will really exist IMO is when girl characters are treated like boy characters, that is, regardless of whether or not ro
Plight of the 'My Car!' GuyNote: A while ago, I thought about writing something involving the unseen (and quite unlucky) guy who often yells "My car!" on The Penguins of Madagascar. Back in September 2011, I came up with this extremely short scene.Plight of the 'My Car!' Guy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man sighed and then dialed his cell phone. "Hi, I would like to file a claim for the damage my car sustained this morning," he said when his call was answered by an agent at the auto insurance company.
"What is the nature of the damage to your vehicle, sir?" the agent asked.
"It's totaled. There was an explosion of some sort as I was walking back to where I had parked it on Fifth Avenue. There are parts scattered all over the place."
The agent took a glance at the caller ID to see the name and phone number of the man she was speaking with. She knew it. "Again, Paul?" she said as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Do you know how many claims you've filed with us since we've been your insurance provider?"
"Sixteen. But that's beside the point. The point
For want of self-esteem.I am that girl.For want of self-esteem.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one in the corner.
The quiet one.
The stupid one.
The lonely one.
I am that girl.
The one nobody cares about.
The one who is constantly teased.
The coward who cries herself to sleep at night.
I am the one who wants to be free,
to be able to stand up for myself.
I am the one who wants to say,
Yes, this is who I am.
Thank you for your opinions,
but I love who I am.
And I am Not going to change!
Satirical L337 speak|-|3r3'$ 70 7|-|3 3||9L1$|-| L4||9U493,Satirical L337 speak5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
|-|3r3'$ 70 7|-|3 //r1773|| //0rD,
70 7|-|0$3 //|-|0 (4|| r34D 7|-|1$,
j00Z //4'/ Ph1||D //3 QU173 4B$UrD!
70 //r173 4 p03// 1|| L337 $P34|
Marukaite Chikyuu IrelandMarukaite Chikyuu Ireland5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Na na Daidí uisuki wo choudai
Na Na MAM, Na na MAM
Mukashi ni tabeta fisshuandochippusu no
Ano aji ga wasurerarenainda
Jitto mite chikyuu
Hyotto shite chikyuu
Aa hitofude de
Mieru subarashii sekai
DABURIN e no kunan no michi ha noru enpitsu da
("Chotto , Igirisu , issho ni Molly Malone uta~tsu te kika se!")
Hatto shite chikyuu
Funzori kaette chikyuu
Kawairashii dokuritsu no RECIPE
("shi nakere ba nara nai watashi Amhrán Na bhFiann?")
Sentopatorikkudēwa mankai da
Hei hei deartháir, uisuki wo choudai
tsude ni deirfiúr, watashi to issho ni nomu
Oi oi Seanathair, heiwa no ama sa
Hai hai Leanbán (igirisu ni iku koto ga ari masu)
Naa naa Daidí beer mo nomitai na
Naa naa Mam, naa naa Mam
Do You Understand?Grab a plate and throw it on the ground.Do You Understand?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did it break?
Now say sorry to it.
Did it go back to the way it was before?
Do you understand?
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
Dear Annaliese Have you ever Dear AnnalieseDear Annaliese Have you ever 2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Have you ever seen her face with a smile?
Have you ever glimpsed the truth in those eyes?
Do you ever think of what she goes through
each day and night?
Have you ever wondered why she made that vow?
Have you ever imagined the secrets she hasn't spoken out loud?
Did you ever see her drink her way through poison
Have you ever heard the words of her prayer?
As she bows her head with thoughts she will not share?
Do you ever wonder while you stand outside her doorway
why no one cares?
Have you ever wondered if there were something more?
Have you ever grasped the truth in her people's lore?
Did you ever imagine her anguish as those sons of mothers
tore her to the core?
Have you ever looked beyond this emptiness?
Ever watched the strands of sanity slip as she confessed?
Did you ever think as the violin played and the children wailed
why she chose to drop off this misty crest?
LoveBoyo I ever cross your mindLove6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
boy: Do you like me?
girl: Not really
boy: Do you want me?
boy: Would you cry if I left?
boy: Would you live for me?
boy: Would you do anything for me?
boy: Choose--me or ur life
girl: my life
The boy walks away in shock and pain and the girl runs after him and says...
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
my wild and reckless heart.You know what I love? I love my heart—oh, how I love my wild and reckless heart.my wild and reckless heart.7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because my heart is not a beautiful one nor a pure one nor one to inspire sonnets. But it is strong. It is scarred. My heart is ever-thirsting; it yearns for beauty and sunrises and shooting star wishes and things that it cannot comprehend. My heart has tremors that rock it like earthquakes; it twists and shakes and tightens in ways that cannot ever be understood. It is not satisfied with the now nor yesterday and, in truth, it does not even grow fat and happy on the promise of tomorrow. It is forever in a state of want.
And I refuse to believe that is not okay. I love the urgent press of my pulse that nips at my heels and forces me to dance faster and wilder; I love the thump-thump-thump of that desire and the hold-me-tighter whisper that rips from between clenched teeth. I love the way my heart has flung me over cliffs and expected me to swim—and I love it still when I washed up on the beach
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
NO NAME GIRLNO NAME GIRLNO NAME GIRL4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's the beautiful girl with no name,
Yet she lives in solitude and shame,
Burdened by desolation and sorrow,
Hardened by no cares for tomorrow,
Once she was a child spoiled rotten,
Now she's simply a woman forgotten,
Humble now in every possible way,
All because the world had to get its say,
And with all that, it left her far behind,
Remnants of an abandoned heart to find,
She can't bring herself to lofty dreams,
It's her against fears and worries it seems,
But these are merely my thoughts I know,
Wonders I have each day with her shy hello,
Today is different I'll try to get her to speak,
Yet days have passed, it's been over a week,
And I'm wondering why have I not seen her,
Rarely have I missed her, did something occur?
I guess she was enjoying a deserved vacation,
I missed her nonetheless for any occasion,
So I asked a colleague about no name girl,
Her reply, "Didn't you hear? She left this world."
My heart sunk, for she committed suicide,
I suppose from it all she cou
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
no more sailing_cThe sun is setting and something in the way the light is haloing the horizon makes me think of the forest green rimming the caramel of your eyes. I sit and pluck beach grass as I watch the tips of the sails in the distance flare moments before the darkness claims them. I imagine the same night coming to steal and curl in your lungs. I imagine it bringing restful peace as you breathe in the tiny golden dust particles that swirled around my palms earlier today while at market. I imagine the light that brushed your cheekbones yesterday is slipping under my tongue as I stretch awake. I imagine we're tied together at the spinal cord and expanded over the globe. I know we're not side-by-side, but I feel you in the air. I can't see you, but my heart can hear you in the trembling earth as saltwater rides up the shore. I can't miss you any more than I already do -- my soul is crippled with wanting. So, come home soon, darling; ride the tide back to my waiting arms.no more sailing_c5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The waters here are
The Mark of Athena Chapter IIIThe Mark of Athena Chapter IIIThe Mark of Athena Chapter III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Something was defiantly wrong here, after our meeting with the Romans we decided not to attack the Greek flying ship, but here we are in a fully pledged war against that very flying ship. Reyna looked just as confused with the fight but was too shocked to do anything. Considering that I bet my life on the line that everything will go ok, I'd better sort things out and quick.
Luckily a message just came out of the ship's speaker which caused some sort of confusion amongst the soldiers attacking Percy's friends. The voice on the other end was sweet and musical and was most defiantly irresistible, almost no one could help but listening to it. It said, "We Greeks come in peace and do not want to harm you and don't want a war, so please put down your weapons and stop attacking."
The words washed over Percy like a tidal wave and soaked him right to the bone, he felt obliged to listen
The Mark of Athena Chapter IILeoThe Mark of Athena Chapter II3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Were going to be landing in five minutes so everyone better get packed up or else!" shouted Leo through the intercom. He instantly heard almost everyone groan from their own rooms, as he was cleaver enough to install hidden cctv cameras and into each room on the ship so he could spy of what everyone was doing.
This was the life, sitting back an awesome flying ship sailing though the clouds like and aeroplane and zapping pigeons back down to earth. The cctv monitors were extremely quite as everyone had already packed and were now sitting around looking nervous. In fact it was so quite Leo started closing his eyes and in no time was drifting into sleep.
---------------------------------------------------------- Leo's Dream ----------------------------------------------------------
Leo was in a place he did not recognise. He was walking down a wide road with houses and shops along the street, but it didn't look like it was in the mortal world, this was because he could see satyr who
then i changed.Home used to be a place.then i changed.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It used to mean quiet mornings with loud sibling voices, sunlight streaming through the dust speckled windows to paint the room with summer. I remember being seven and waking up to my parent's laughter, stumbling into the kitchen of oak to watch them leaning into one another over the coffee table. The tile on the floor was cold, but I remember thinking that the house was warm.
Home was a place of safety during the storms, where rain could batter but could never get in. It was the cream colored carpet and the fire blazing during the winter months. It was where I chased the small lop-eared puppy up the stairs and where exhaustion trailed after me on the way down every morning. It was comforting and familiar. It was where the smells were always sweet no matter whether it was half-baked cookies or lemon wood cleaner. It was mine.
Then things changed. I changed.
The walls dissolved and the people dispersed. Home became a word I didn't have a definition for. I