squanpie is a multi-talented deviant whose gallery is a testament to her whimsical imagination. Filled with lovely literature, playful pyrography, delightful drawings, and so much more -- you're sure to find something of interest within. That said, it is the woman behind the art that has people flocking to be around her. She is kind, generous and inspiring, always making time to help others or elicit a smile. She has gone above and beyond as a member of the Community Volunteer team and she continues to contribute her time to CRLiterature. Her giving spirit, magnetic personality, (and love of ducks), make her an obvious choice to receive the Deviousness Award for July 2019.
St Anne's ReelWe danced together, you and I, when the night was young. Jigs followed reels, and the whole hall moved to our music.
Strangers and old friends, it made no difference, then. We watched children and old men alike as they paused on the threshold, uncertain. We watched them take those first stumbling steps, faces creasing into smiles, and then they were whirled away into the dance.
Feet stamped in time, hands clapped, and skirts spun open as bright and fleeting as flowers carried on the wind. Together, we urged them on, faster and faster, until you were a blur across my strings.
The years have moved on though, and that floor is empty now. You are gone I know not where, and I lie alone in the dark, the sheen of my varnish turned dull with age. Yet some things can never fade.
When the winter wind blows in from the sea, it still carries the memory of songs and laughter. From some other friendly shore, or from the ghosts of ships long gone, the music lives on; and footsteps passing by m
Milking It “Well now, this is inconvenient for both of us.” The brownie sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor across from Nicki. “We both know what will happen to you if I return empty handed; but I know what will happen to me – and believe me when I say you’re the lucky one.”
Nicki blinked slowly. The world was blinding, fuzzy, and somehow upside down.
“Look; my own self-interest aside for the moment, you’ve always been such a good provider. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt, and assume for the moment that there’s some exceptional reason for tonight’s lapse?”
Ah, that was it. Events of the past few hours returned wrapped in a bundle of nausea. She shut her eyes and replied, slurring her words across the stone tiles of the kitchen floor. “Graduation… After-party…”
Hard Labour Your crime? A stolen string of onions. A loaf of bread. The cost of your upkeep upon parents who couldn’t even afford their own. What does it matter?
The treadmill creaks and rumbles round, each step weighted down by too many sins to count. A never-ending stairway to heaven, you do your time in purgatory before your strength gives out and you inevitably fall.
Faces grey, drained of life, all colour leached out from your back by the lash to stain the gravel you’ll only have to scrub again tomorrow, and tomorrow becomes a meaningless litany of the same clothes, the same grub, and the same weary toil.
Only Sunday provides a break, when you gather to say your prayers for yourself, for your Queen, and for a country that never wanted you. Then Monday rolls around and once again you tramp across that yard.
You hear of progress in world outside with each new cast-out soul to pass through
The Computer Graveyard The server building was a concrete block from a bygone era, sunk into the grass on the wrong side of the airstrip for civilization.
I pulled my coat tighter and tucked in my chin. Across the runway, the windsock made a perfect right angle with its pole – and there was no shelter on this side of the building. I thought of the hotel bar that waited for me as soon as today’s work was done, and silently urged Sean to hurry with the door.
Then with a clang, the last bolt slid clear. Sean gripped the handle with both hands and a foot braced against the frame and before I could step forwards to help, he’d given it an almighty heave against the wind and aging hinges.
“Grab that box from inside. We need to jam the door open.”
I darted forwards and manhandled the box over the lip sealing the bottom of the doorway. “What the hell is this anyway? Some kind of stone age
Collision Course “Face it – we’re doomed.”
Helorum groaned and thunked his head against the wall, sending a shudder through the control room.
Cactus glared at him, then at me. “No, we’re not.”
A hopeful look from Helorum.
“We’re just going to crash into a planet.”
Groan. Thunk. Shudder.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Crashing. Totally not doomed… We’re just all going to die.”
A powercell rattled off its charging rack and crashed to the floor.
“Will you stop that?!” Cactus snapped. “Look,” he continued, moderating his tone. “There’s never been a spaceship build on this scale before, right?”
Caught in a Bind It was eleven o’clock in the morning and the tea trolley still hadn’t arrived.
Jessica was striding the aisles between desks – a managerial tactic meaning ‘I have nothing useful to do but don’t dare appear idle.’ Albert was hammering away with his hole punch with enough gusto that Dave and Claire had decided it wasn’t safe to remain in the vicinity. They had taken shelter behind a nearby desk and were holding a whispered conversation.
“What’s his problem? He’ll smash right through that desk soon.”
Dave’s own hole punch made a much more subdued ‘thunk.’ Another document landed crossways on Claire’s stack for binding.
“It’s that new initiative that’s doing it.” He continued working as he spoke. “Seems crazy to me – but if it works for some…”
Deviousness Award Winner
Hi, I'm squanpie, a twenty something-year-old steak and ale pie from Britain.
For as long as I can remember, I've enjoyed drawing graphite realism stuff. However in the corners of the Internet, I hung out in at the time, that was very much uncool - so I stopped drawing what I liked and tried to fit in by attempting to draw manga style. Given that I didn't follow any mangas or amine, or even cartoons of any sort, that was a complete and unsurprising disaster! Needless to say, forcing myself to draw things that weren't 'me' meant I mostly stopped drawing anything at all.
Then I found DeviantArt. Immediately I realized that many many things could be cool in this crowd, and I picked up the pencil again. I started drawing, writing, crafting, and chatting with a whole host of new arty folk - and I never once looked back. It's safe to say I'd never have drawn, written, or made even a tenth of the things I've created since then without this site and the inspiration, support, and fun factor that the communities here provide.
DeviantArt has always been a home from home for me, and I'm honoured (and not a little stunned!) to have been nominated for Deviousness.
Our squanpie is a very fun-loving, kind-hearted, level-headed, hard-working, duckbutt-twerking, community-minded, multi-talented, creativity-radiating, easy-going, highly-respected, rightfully-celebrated, oft-understated, much-appreciated, awe-inspiring, never-backfiring, well-behaved duck.
Squanpie has been in an inspiration to me in every way since I internet-met her. I've continually been surprised by her talents (they are many) and by her dedication to the community. One of her little chainmail dragons sits on my desk even now and brings me a smile whenever I see it. I am honoured to have made her acquaintance.
squanpie is fabulously multitalented, supportive, and a great person to talk to! And she loves birds. I'm always floored by her talent and so happy I met her on this site!
When a deviant is as generous to the community as squanpie is, it can be easy for our appreciation of their contributions to overshadow our attention to their own art and writing. From metal dragons to burnt toast waterfowl to science fiction, squanpie's gallery is full of phenomenal talent and imagination. While there are a lot of deviants who work in multiple mediums, I often find that I am following them for just one thing or another - not so with squanpie. Everything that she creates is delightful, and I always look forward to seeing what she'll upload next.
Squan is a top-notch multimedia artist with an equally solid taste in literature.
I first met Annadel at CRLiterature and got to know her better during our year together as lit CVs. What will immediately catch people’s eye is how multi-talented she is, creating everything from the iconic duckbutt emote to gorgeous illustrations for Critmas teams. Her writing ranges from hilarious to tear-jerking. She’s so much more than her skills though: kind, funny, generous with her time, community-spirited, and consistently enjoyable to be around. Undoubtedly, she is the best squan to ever pie, and she’s absolutely deserving of this award.
squanpie is DeviantArt's Divine Duck from which Dragons spring. She is simply one of the friendliest, most generous, and most talented people I've met here, and that's saying a lot. She has made this place better for being here, and she has made me better for knowing her.
squanpie is one of the loveliest and most welcoming/accepting people in the writing community <3 (and also draws some amazing ducks Wink/Razz)
squanpie is someone I am very privileged to know. Whether you are visiting her gallery for stunning artistic visuals, well crafted handmade items, or her quality writing, she has something amazing to offer everyone. I have known her for many years during my time on DeviantART, but it has only been recently that I have had the opportunity to work more closely with her over at our main Literature group hub, CRLiterature. I could easily go on about her positive work ethic, her efforts on numerous projects behind the scenes, her distinct Daily Deviations— as I discovered several underappreciated, talented writers through her many features— and the notable kindness to everyone she encounters. The insights she has offered as a Literature Community Volunteer have been invaluable, which I always appreciated. I continue to deeply admire her talents on so many levels and am honoured to work alongside her. I know she will venture on to do wonderful things for DeviantART literature— and beyond. Congratulations on your deviousness, squanpie! It is well earned.
squanpie's presence in the literature community is like a big, bright smile. This sweet duckling is a joy to be around and to have around. She's always friendly and helpful. Congratulations on this beautiful honour, dearest squanpie, and I wish you all the best with all your future endeavours! Heart