Before you can submit, you've got to know where your deviation belongs. Although the titles of the folder do allude to what should be put in them, I'm going to explain them a little to you, so as to (hopefully) avoid any confusion.
Featured - Anything placed here will be done so by staff members. Only works of deviants who submit to the correct folders normally will get to be shown here.
Going Digital - Anything done digitally (even if it started out with a traditional sketch/lineart) goes here.
The Traditional Way - Anything done with traditional media belongs in here.
Mix and Match - If your artwork was made with a mix of digital and traditional means, and you can't decide if it's more one or the other, put it here.
Cross the Lineart - Digital and traditional linearts belong here. Art that is simply done only in black&white do not.
Sketchy Sketches - Not to be confised with WIPs, these sketches are the start of all art.
Work On Progress - For any photos, art, stories, or other deviations which display an unfinished piece of work.
Do Some Doodles - Not to be confused with sketches, these silly doodles are near no-effort works that were done for no reason.
ToonTown and ComicCity - Any type of comics, cartoons, and manga pages belong here.
Character Profiles - For both drawn out and written out character profiles.
Pick a Fanfic - Any writing of any length or type that is a fanwork for a series, movie, book, band, etc. belongs here.
The Final Chapter - These are original stories that are divided into chapters.
A Short Read - These original short stories may have multiple installments, but are not chapter stories.
Poetic Justice - A place for all forms of poetry and/or songs.
Photogenic - Photography of anything and everything resides herein. Cosplays also go here, not in fanart.
Manipulate Those Photos - Photo manipulations go here, rather than in photography.
Graffiti Everywhere - A special folder for photos taken of artwork you did on unusual surfaces, such as walls, sidewalks, floors, ceilings, doors, or even cars.
Pixelate the World - Sprites, emoticons, icons, llamas, and all other pixel art should be here.
Based on You - When you take a pre-made base and turn it into art, put it here.
Stampede - Stamps of all sizes, shapes, and themes are welcome here.
Arts and Crafts - If you make jewellry, phone charms, plushies, hats, clothes, or anything else, display your wares here. Things like bookmarks and buttons can also go here, but only if it is a photo of the actual thing, not just the artwork for it.
Designer Art - Skins, brush packs, templates, tattoos, signs, logos, and anything else you design can be found here.
Flashy Animation - For animated art, dress-up games, dating games, and other flash games or art. Not for animated stamps, icons, emoticons, etc.
Deviant Art - Place your deviant IDs, deviantART browser add-ons, Fella or otherwise DA-related works here.
Remember the Meme - Meant for both blank and filled-out memes of all types.
What Did I Miss? - If no other folder covers your work, throw it in here. Feel free to also suggest I add a folder for whatever it is.
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The Forgiveness LettersDear Whomever This Concerns,The Forgiveness Letters by Yinyanged
If you're reading this, it's because I ask something of you I truly don't deserve: forgiveness. Forgiveness is only for the one who has wronged; a way to ease the mind. Still, I'd like to make a case.
First off, I'm sorry to the outsiders who chose me as a friend whom I did not take kindly to.Ever since I was young, I made friends with the misfits, though I did not always embrace this trait of myself. You got to the point of bitterness toward me. I am so sorry. No human has a right to make someone so bitter. I didn't realize you all felt as alone as I did- as I do still, sometimes. Forgive me.
To the ones I lost my temper to and lashed out at, I'm sorry. You usually deserved it, but I am sorry that it went to a greater extent than it needed to be.It was very dramatic, I must say, but may be cause for bitterness on the other end. Forgive me.
To my teachers, I'm sorry for disrupting class. There really wasn't an
A Random To Do List1. Take over the worldA Random To Do List by Yinyanged
2. No matter what the men in white suits tell you, your invisible pyromaniac friend with an m16 rifle IS real.
3. Take over world with Pedro, friend from above
4. Rule with a diamond fist because diamonds are harder and shinier than iron
5. Until you take over the world, hide all evidence of your plotting by eating it
6. Do not eat evidence if it is glass or nuclear material
7. Disregard the second part of the last number- NUCLEAR GIVES YOU WINGS! It's like redbull. Maybe it IS Redbull!
8. Capture vampire
9. If there is any truth to Twilight, you may string the vampire up and use it as a disco ball
10. Bring disco back just for the novelty of a vampire disco ball
11. Buy glitter glue
12. Realize that you should hate glitter glue because, since it's sparkly, it is clearly a Twilight vampire
13. Get super mad at the glitter glue manufacturer for giving you conflicting feelings that you decide to fight the first person you see
14. Challenge Chuck Norris to a battle,
New girl ending chapterDecember 24th 2:40pmNew girl ending chapter by longshot09
Fresh powdery snow lied upon the footpath and road as the kids of New elementary ran out of the doors of the school with smiles on their faces, for Christmas was only one day away and the first layer of snow finally fell from the clouds. Victor and Elsa walked out the doors, dressed in warm winter clothes.
"So have any plans for tomorrow Victor?" Elsa asked with her arms folded to keep warm.
"Well, my uncle Martin is gonna come over for a few days before he makes his trip to China." Victor explained as he and Elsa walked along the path.
Edgar and weird girl came out the door holding hands as more snow fell. Weird girl had a happy smile on her face while Edgar had a scarf around his head.
"I really liked the act you did last night Edgar." Weird said as she fixed her earmuffs.
Edgar replied with a sound through his scarf that sounded like "thanks".
Toshiaki and Bob were next walk out of the doors. Bob had the kind of clothes to be wearing in cold weathe
Hyperthymesia-Deception (23)“It’s strange when I try to recall my memories. Everyone else has no problem going back to seven, six years old. I think it’s a sort of amnesia that takes place when young. Our minds aren’t developed enough to pay much attention back then, after all. I get that feeling most days, for I suppose I have not lived as long as everyone else. Sometimes I wonder what caused me to open my eyes so late in life. But believe me when I say that when I finally came to my senses and broke out of that amnesiac state, I was already ten. And things were fine for a time. Stephano and Gonzales were always getting into trouble under the gaze of their father and his assistant. Boys were boys. But by the time I was fourteen, things changed.”Hyperthymesia-Deception (23) by HeavenLightYukiko
Something was wrong, something was very wrong. No matter where he looked or places he traveled, nothing he found lead him onto the trail of his master. He knew he would find him, he knew that the castle grounds could be swept in less
BV26 I Didn't Do Nothin'BV26 I Didn't Do Nothin' by NeoPaladinOfLight
His largely built, gargantuan fist speeds towards me.
Instinct takes over—POW—a little late though. I'm not that fast. When something comes my way, as much as I want to, I can't just up an' bolt outta the way. I don't got that kinda speed. I'm not agile. My reflexes ain't five steps ahead of everything.
Didn't even see it coming. No, scratch that. I saw it coming. It was the only thing I saw. Hit me square on the cheek. Felt like my brain rattled inside my head. Punk. Dude was lookin' to one shot me.
I'm still standing, doe.
My mind comes back to me after a second, and I see that faceless, four armed, diamond plated, sharp pointy headed, upright standing freak come walking up on me. He gets right up in my grill, pulls me by the collar in close and smacks my face as hard as he can. I fall down to the floor.
As I look at the ground—which is so very close—rubbing my sore spot, I do what I do best and reflect. I introspect.
This ain't right. I didn't d
BV25 I'm a Horrible PersonBV25 I'm a Horrible Person by NeoPaladinOfLight
In the hanger of a lone cruiser, traveling between two star systems in outer space, there's a battle—nah dude, can't e'en front. This is a massacre.
On one side, we got these large, angry looking aggressors. Each as unique and as varied as the one next to them. Large rock giants, small turtle creatures, beastie looking tree moss. They are all armed to the teeth with every type of firearm, club, dagger, and stun rod, legal or otherwise this side of the Milky Way. Their numbers are in the high dozens.
On the other side, there's these blue and white sea slug looking creatures. They're barely armed, mostly fighting out of fear, and putting forth their best effort to survive. Of the few defensive weapons they have, even fewer of their numbers know how to use them. They are outgunned, outnumbered, and outmatched.
The outcome of this battle is obvious. The aggressors made certain of that before even boarding this ship. They wanted to come in, bully their prey into submission, and leave
A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru)The winter Olympics had yet to begin and Russia already felt the pain of the jabs that were being thrown at him. He had had to endure everyone criticizing his policies, his government, and his preparation. The Olympics were supposed to be the moment for the home country to shine, but it wasn't feeling that way to Russia. His stress needed an outlet and there was a very obvious way to do it.A Good Time to Be Bad at Ice Skating (RusPru) by sailorgreywolf
Russia would never express his love for certain sports to anyone else. There was certain strangeness to sharing something like that with a different country, something human about it. It was the custom of countries to keep a considerable distance from the other countries by communicating only professionally and in a capacity that only had to due with their identities as countries. Anything personal was intimate, even a real human name was reserved for people with a close bond. Chatting about sports and hobbies was almost completely unknown, because that was like opening your human heart to someone e
12 Reasons Of Being Single1. Embracing Your Inner Goddess12 Reasons Of Being Single by British-Prophetess
In every woman there is an inner goddess who likes to be treated with attention from time to time. When you hear her voice calling you then it is your instinct to listen to it otherwise she will drive you crazy. We love to embrace our womanly side and being single allows us to learn what it is truly like to be a girl. I bet every girl would agree with me that we just love to pamper ourselves and make ourselves look well, damn well pretty. There's something satisfying about getting your nails down, having a new sexy hairstyle, exchanging beauty secrets with your girlfriends and most importantly, letting the world see what kind of a female you are.
You know what's the best thing about it? We don't need to please anyone especially a man. Admit it girls, when we have a fella we make ourselves look our best for him all the time that is like an equivalent to being Barbie. All the time and effort we put in and sometimes men hardly notice it.
Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress Iris stepped out onto the stone balcony, the one she’d dreamed up for this moment. With a sigh, she ran her silk-gloved hands along the ivory railing and looked out across the moonlit grounds, her colossal dress trailing out behind her. This was it. The stage was set, she knew her lines. This was her moment.Lessons Learned in a Big Ol' Dress by Marian-ette
But it just didn’t feel right.
For the life of her she didn’t know why. After all, it was she who’d dreamed up this world in the first place, she who’d created its vast landscapes, the bustling cities beyond them, and the people that existed in and in between. This was her story, her dream world! So why did she feel so gosh darn unhappy?
For the billionth time that evening, Iris thought of the friends she’d made here these last few weeks. She thought of the Twixt brothers, expert thieves and incessant quarrelers—they’d charmed the socks off of her as easily as they could
Not YetI’m on the cliff of successNot Yet by nowayXX
But too afraid to take the plunge
The rough water scares me
And the ground is the only home I know
I admit I am afraid of change
Though most my friends
Have left this place
I still alone stand on this cliff
The last one left
Not one muscle moves
Neither eye blinks
The winds are strong
My legs are tired
But I remain standing here
peering over the edge of my cliff
knowing one day I’ll have to make a move
but I suppose just not yet
How Do I Declare My Feelings?The way your body crushesHow Do I Declare My Feelings? by British-Prophetess
Against me so intimately -
Chest to chest, groin to groin -
Makes me feel so giddy; it's like
I'm relearning how to breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating
When at the same time I'm not; all
These sensations, marvelous and
Exciting, sends me into shock;
I dance upon invisible electricity.
This is my personal definition of
The phrase passionate living.
This is a mere tribute that greatly
Celebrates the wonder of the cosmos.
But most of all...
This is my declaration, one that is
Born from genuine heartfelt words.
I owe it all to you, my other half.
Of He who Came to this WorldAdrift in the vengeance of her delirium,Of He who Came to this World by ArthurCrow
I pierced the veil of eternity ....
And upon the breast of madness did I feast,
marooned in shadow’d-whispers
My soul bequeathed to this pellucid-abyss;
— a Halcyon clad in darkness dreaming
Lo, I saw hunters rise in the ether —
ghosts in the seraphic-blackness peering
Of beauteous melancholy, I lay quest
Wherefore, the blood of stars I reap & sow
How the breath of her lust befalls; —
a kiss of diamonds cast deep in the snow
Now bereft a foe beneath my skin,
where impassion'd plee she dare bespeak!
I grasp the silk of a fable spent
Yet thy visage lingers thru season’s fame,
haunting my soul like a Winter’s song
Til the age of silence, my lament doth rain,
unto solemn-brook, wherest thee prevail
And I bare the weight of a thousand skies,
To thy harbor, forever my spirit shall sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014