All the creatures were stirring. They were on holiday!
A cold winter's night, with some days off for break's
The perfect time for artists to cure those art-aches.
The artists were nestled with the tools of their station,
With scrolling hands ready to find inspiration.
There was one young artist logging on with a smile
To sit back and think of what they hadn't in a while.
'Twas 10 years to the day since they'd made this account.
If they'd only known then what surprises would mount.
The features, the layouts, the widgets, the glee,
the DeviantMeets, the app, and the community.
In a world brimming with art, competition seems tough,
and it's easy -- alone -- to feel not good enough.
But the community on DeviantArt is so vast,
A new artist is kindred, without needing to ask.
One's watchers bring support, encouragement, praise,
criticism with care, a rare sight these days.
And then there are artists you yourself get to find
who bring in
When all through the site
Not an artist was arting,
Which didn't seem right.
The young deviant's Watch
Was curated with care
In hopes that inspiration
Would soon be found there.
But what to that wondering screen did appear?
No updates for hours.
No holiday cheer!
When before settling down for a long winter's nap
That deviant opened up the DeviantArt Mobile App.
Notifications popped up, and what did they see,
But art gifts galore under a virtual tree!
Then a poem about friendship, written right from the heart,
"Dr. Who Down in Whoville," a mashup fan art.
A speed paint, a watercolor, a "Lord of the Rings" map,
An invitation to Sketch This, in the Autodesk SketchBook app!
That deviant's friends had been waiting by their keyboards with care
For the signal to send all their art gifts out there.
Not a paintbrush was stirring, and creators took heart.
The artists scrolled through Daily Deviations with care
Knowing kindred warm-fuzzies soon would be there.
Deviants were all swiping, all snug on their phones
While visions of inspiration across all time zones
Were zapped to their smart device, quick as can be,
At the tap of a button in a +Fav’ing spree!
When across the Interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the Comments to see what was the matter,
“I’m bored,” the Journal wrote, “I’m on a long trip, too.
I don’t have my laptop, and there’s nothing to do.”
I cracked all my knuckles, settled down in my chair,
Then descended upon the keyboard and wrote with a flair:
“Dear Friend, did you not get DA’s early present?
We now have an app, and it won’t cost you one cent!
“On, Watch Feed! On, Browse! On, Explore! On, Today!
Tap-and-hold to fave, sha
This has nothing to do with my Phineas X Reader series, if you want to read my Phineas X Reader series then there is a link in the description.
Even though I’m not Christian and don’t celebrate Christmas, I thought I’d still make this One-Shot for you~
‘Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the wa-‘
You smashed the alarm clock shut, sitting on the side table drawer. Groaning, you covered your head by pulling up the covers. After a second or two, you turned in your bed and faced the other way. You groaned again, threw the covers off yourself and sat up.
You looked at your Christmas themed alarm clock, which you got especially for the month of December and it flashed 11:00 AM in bright red. You yawned and turned your head towards the calendar.
On the said calendar, the current p