MadRhetoric posted:

Unsub: You should have her draw a chibi normal human being wearing sensible colors. No sparkles.

carry on then posted:

carry on then posted:

Bullshit.

carry on then posted:

Bullshit.

The MSJ posted:

Don't Deviants only get critiques if they ask for it?

carry on then posted:

Bullshit.

nas1234567890 posted:

quote:

Rainbow dash: hey there earthy!
AJ: huh?
RBD: haha yeah you! earthy!
AJ: earthy? rainbow!
RBD: hey im stating facts!
AJ: of what, exactly..?
RBD: that you are useless!
AJ: USELESS? ill show you USELESS! get over here rainbow!
RBD: sorry, its seems that only the gifted get these babies *pats wings*
AJ: *digs ground* we earth ponies are NOT useless!
RBD: oh im sorry, i didnt know that the sun rises from the power of an EARTH pony! oh wow! thats so magical! not! you dont have any powers! you are useless!
AJ: rainbow dash! You are the most STUBBERN, Mean,Bragging, bitch pony out there!
RBD: *ahem* .....PEGASUS. *smiks*
AJ: rainbow, i will show you that us earth ponies are WAY better than you pegasus!
RBD: what are you gonna do? DIG to china! ha ha ha!
anyway, im gonna go chill in the clouds, maybe do a sonic rainboom here and there? wanna joi- oh wait thats right! only the gifted get the wings! ...HAHAHHA
*flies off
AJ: ILL SHOW YOU RAINBOW! DONT SLEEP TONIGHT!

Railing Kill posted:

I'm not an artist, but I write fiction. There's almost as much written horror on DA as there is visual media. I also teach creative writing and I occasionally get treated to fan fics in workshops despite my warning against too much "appropriation." I use the euphemism in a futile attempt to preserve fan fic writers' dignity.

Liar Lyre posted:

quote:

Since you do know what you're talking about, you should totally show some of us what are the biggest mess ups on DA writing are.

quote:

Mr. Pumroy posted:

Here's a fun project: Go to deviantart and type "flirting meme" in the searchbox. You will find fun and amazing things.

Mr. Pumroy posted:

Here's a fun project: Go to deviantart and type "flirting meme" in the searchbox. You will find fun and amazing things.

NO LISTEN TO ME posted:

I just want someone to refresh my memory on why adding some sort of animal ears on a character makes them somehow a better medium through which to tell a story or more attractive or whatever.

I must have missed the memo.

NO LISTEN TO ME posted:

I just want someone to refresh my memory on why adding some sort of animal ears on a character makes them somehow a better medium through which to tell a story or more attractive or whatever.

I must have missed the memo.

The Worst Unicorn posted:

It's easy to get stuck in a rut where you can only draw cute stuff, especially if you're not so confident. Same goes for drawing sonic stuff, goth stuff, incomprehensibly buff stuff- or airbag fetish pictures I guess. Thanks for showing me anything is possible, deviantart!

The Worst Unicorn posted:

It's easy to get stuck in a rut where you can only draw cute stuff, especially if you're not so confident. Same goes for drawing sonic stuff, goth stuff, incomprehensibly buff stuff- or airbag fetish pictures I guess. Thanks for showing me anything is possible, deviantart!

Friends Are Evil posted:

EagerSleeper posted:

This is one of the only times I've had to ask "This is fetish?". I'm desensitized but this snapped me out of it.

Stoatbringer posted:

Of all the bizarre fetishes SA has introduced me to, this has to be one of the... stupidest? freakiest? I don't even know what word to use.

DarkHamsterlord posted:

For content, here's a picture I found on DeviantArt by searching "vacuum sealed"

http://i.imgur.com/d0Sk4.png/

Anomalies posted:

Apparently this guy's fetish also includes breaking a woman's knees and ankles, and then putting the legs into odd positions.

nas1234567890 posted:

Apparently deviantart does comedy too:

http://www.deviantart.com/#/d4aptwp

It doesn't work out so well.

nas1234567890 posted:

Apparently deviantart does _____________ too.

It doesn't work out so well.

Quite Gaga in fact posted:

Just Dance, mon amour; nobody can see your Poker Face like I can.

"Eh, Eh" (Nothing Else I Can Say, uncomfortable in this pub. You smile at me warmly nonetheless).

Down in a table by the entrance, some girls are talking, and motioning some empty bottles; some kind of Love Game, you say. My curiousity wanes as their monotony waxes. A guy looks at me, smirking in a devilish way, a stalker of sorts. Should I ever attract a Paparazzi, I will hide knives just in case.

I should not be such a target anyway; its not like I am Beautiful, Dirty, Rich. The Fame is just something I cannot reach, and I am throughly ambivalent towards it. I am quite social awkward, and yet I am an attention whore. There's also the Money, Honey, although I seriously doubt even a great writer can survive being exclusively a novelsmith. And I am doing screenwriting for now anyway. I ask for more martinis, Again, Again.

I recall when I met you, in the black sands of the Azores; you were quite the Summerboy, enjoying your freedom to your maximum. I hope to not be a cage to your fragile wings, my dear albatross, because that is a fear I have about love as a concept; the habringer of warm kisses can becoming enslaving. We were both so drawn to each other like dark moths to white fire, sacrificing for the first time our hedonism in name of another human being.

So drawn we were indeed; I recall our seperation of the physical realm to the point of being snapped into reality by your mother screaming, multiple times, "Boys! Boys! BOYS!!!!", like we were in a classroom as kids with the teacher screaming the exact same word.

Your Brown Eyes (just like mine, although the green undertone isn't there) shine a concerned light to me. I smile with a pathetic face, perhaps beginning to get drunk, thus I decide to quit drinking more martinis. We kiss passionately, your lips bruising mine; I don't think I Like It Rough, but you do enjoy it that way, so our lips end you sanguine red, as if we used lipstick. I raise my hand, resting it on the top of your head, my fingers passing through the golden hair softly.

We go to your place, not without some difficulty thanks to my slightly drunk state. I am sufficiently aware to think decently, but my balance is quite off; you help me with your strong shoulders. I recall a friend of mine, Alejandro, who was quite the beefcake source now, having kept his muscular frame far better than I have. He had several rather unfortunate relationships with both men and women; his life became like a particularly Bad Romance, filled with angst. Not that I myself didn't had reasons to complain about my past love life, but I, the millitant introvert, preffered to keep them to myself.

My Teeth felt like they needed to be cleaned, so I picked a mint gum, the last one in my possession for the moment, thanks to my psychological need to keep my mouth as clean as possible. I don't think I'd ever be a good drug addict, since my teeth seem to outright speak to me when they need to be cleaned. I hope I am not turning into some sort of insane Monster (yes, I'm paranoid like that), but at least my mouth was healthy.

We go to your bedroom; the house Telephone was rings, but we do not care. It could wait for tomorrow. Our "Dance In The Dark" occurs, almost literally because the room was already dark when we came in. By the afterglow, we cuddle, sleeping together for the first time in months. Tears of happiness run down my cheeks, I being So Happy I Could Die, thanks to my emotional state derived from drinking.

***

I wake up with a hangover, thankfully less intense than I expected. You still sleep, so I carefully prepare myself to leave. I kiss your head goodbye.

My Hair is in the rat-nest "hairstyle", but I don't particularly care; I like the contrast with my ridiculously formal clothes. I drive out of town, a true Highway Unicorn, the Road To Love hopefully already passed through. I am a Heavy Metal Lover, and I have many discs to prove that. I pass near an Eletric Chapel, now waning in popularity, a symbol of hope in this rotten world. I am sadistic enough to graffiti the chapel with praises of Judas and Bloody Mary. For too long have I been an almost literal Government Hooker, my job only being secured in this christian country by degrading my sexuality to hypocrital politics.

Now, they are gone. The "extremismo Americano" has caused its self-destruction as people opened their eyes, and I could at last afford to have my freedom and my love back. I thank Black Jesus, Amen; Fashion Of His Love has made peace and freedom reach their long awaited reconciliation.

"Scheiße!"

I quickly turn my car; some Bad Kids can't bother to have consideration for drivers. I, however, am not mad at them; I know them, and we provided confort to each other when the tempest was in its most horrid apex. Another person to thank is The Queen; her troops ended up, amusingly enough, providing hope to the boys in the marital department. It seemed like an awfully bad yaoi fanfic come true.

My cellphone rings. A smile decorates my features.

"You could've at least woken me up!" you pout.

"This is precisely why I didn't do that, you constantly pissed off bitch" I say, trying to be calm but almost on the verge of cackling.

"You're such a mean fucker."

"No, we are, Yoü and I. You don't know how much I missed these mornings."

"Yeah, about that, I want to solve our long distance problem. I don't want to be alone for so long ever again."

"Baby, if I have to kill to prevent something like that to happen ever again, consider my rear end raped in prison."

"Aw, I don't want you to be used by anyone else."

"Sacrifices for the greater good, sweetheart."

I stop the car in a gas station; I forget about what I was going to do, because your capacity to draw my moth wings to their blazing doom is still as strong as ever. I am more than happy to converse alone, so when you decide to meet me I am at The Edge Of Glory. It reminds me of skipping classes, only this time the stakes are lower and the reward is much higher. Every sunset I Marry The Night, an ultimately unhappy marriage because I fail to find anything to occupy the void of your absence. But this night, it will be difference.

I try my luck to propose a much more satisfactory wedding.

nas1234567890 posted:

Apparently deviantart does comedy too:

http://www.deviantart.com/#/d4aptwp

It doesn't work out so well.

DOOMchan posted:

Cattleya is my waifu.

DOOMchan posted:

True Neutral is Tom Cruise ^_______^

Liar Lyre posted:

That's what I hate the most about the Internet generation. I've know to many people who think being "random" is funny, and it just clearly isn't. Especially since what they think is random is what everyone thinks is random. Tacos are public enemy #1.

Ketzal posted:

"You foolish Fool!"

Jenny B. Bull Terrier Artist
Russia
Current Residence: Solar system Planet Earth
Favourite genre of music: Rock (Metal, Gothic, Punk Rock and other)
Favourite style of art: Anthro, Postapocalypse, Sci-Fi
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Riddick, Balto

Jack MacAskill posted:

Liar Lyre posted:

Ugh. That font is just hideous. That poo poo is unreadable.

Jack MacAskill posted: