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.
|More Journal Entries|
Quiet Be quiet. Be very, very quiet. They’re coming for us. That’s the instruction that keeps pounding through my head. Each pulse. Each breath. Quiet. Very, very quiet.Quiet by Yinyanged
The others are gone. Found long ago. I can only hope that they don’t rat me out. I remember Jake. He was a big mouthed moron. I hoped that his being stupid wouldn’t lead to me being found. I shudder. I would rather be dead than found.
I remember when they found my brother, Terence. He’s only six. Innocent. That’s too young. Too young to have the future yanked out from under him. I can remember hearing his screams. He put up a struggle-a good fight any kid would’ve been proud of. He’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m not sure when I’ll ever see his stupid, grinning face, so innocent. I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again.
No. No, now isn’t the time to get sentimental. Concentrate.
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,
The Admirer Of Commander Shepard Character BioName: Diana Elizabeth ThompsonThe Admirer Of Commander Shepard Character Bio by SinRedemption
Eye color: Grey
Hair color: Brown
Weight: 152 lbs
Morale: Renegade (a.k.a. badass with a golden heart)
Military rank: 1st Lieutenant
Powers: Nova, Biotic charge, Pull, Shockwave, Carnage, Cryo ammo
Weapons: M-76 Revenant, M-29 Incisor, Geth Plasma Shotgun, M-9 Tempest,
Armor: Armax Arsenal or Hahne-Kedar
Biography: Diana was born on February 8, 2164 and is the only child in her family. Her mother is a literature teacher in high school. Her father is a scientist. Her parents wanted her to choose to study a profession that doesn't have anything to do with guns but when Diana was 14 years old it was more than obvious that she will choose a military career.
Diana's parents weren't too happy about her choice because they are afraid of that they could lose their only child but after two years the
Nerida--working title--Chapter One“She’s lost inside, lost inside.”Nerida--working title--Chapter One by Akela-Nakamura
Nerida hummed to the lyrics as she walked to school. Avril Lavigne’s Nobody’s Home was a personal favorite of hers. She kept the headphones in to discourage conversation as she rounded the corner and stepped onto school property. The school sat on an expanse of green that must have been a pain to keep mowed. The buses rumbled in their numbed slots, kids were lined up, ready to get off. Some kids who were either dropped off or walked were loitering by the front doors. The doors didn’t open until the buses let off. A stupid rule, especially in winter, but unchangeable.
The entrance and most of the sidewalks were covered by an extension from the roof. Concrete posts clad in bricks held it aloft. Nerida leaned against one of the posts, eyes scanning the kids, the surroundings, the bus drivers. She’d grown up on the mean streets of countless cities. Her mother had never stayed in one place long. They skipped
EvolutionEvolution by DraganTheMighty
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
The Disney Disaster: Chapter OneMusic blasted as she squared off with her opponent. She loved music while training. Sometimes, she would attack on the beat. Other times, against the beat. There was nothing better than letting the music pound out while she slammed swords with someone of skill.The Disney Disaster: Chapter One by Akela-Nakamura
And though she could say much that was unflattering about Nathaniel Barrow, she had to admit the boy could fight. His dark eyes were locked on hers--hers being a deep blue, like the deepest ocean--and a small smirk quirked the corner of his mouth. She spun, slapped his sword aside, and tried to knock him down. He reacted quickly, dodging her kick, and attacked as she fell past him. She blocked his sword out of instinct, balanced herself, and attacked again. She was well aware that they had acquired an audience, they usually did. Nathan was naturally skilled with the sword. Something about his past lives or something. She didn’t really know. Reincarnation and past lives made her head hurt. She just knew the boy knew one end
Suburban DreamMatter absence, and the way in which the day's last sun-rays falls on telephone wires and power lines.Suburban Dream by ollegudbrand
Razor-sharp contours of low rooftops against the twilight sky, as if they were scenes carved in black paper.
And behind felled blinds, the murderous silhouette that crouches over the suburban dream which lies bloody and quivering on the bedroom floor.
MethanolSwelling poisonous mushrooms, which received its nourishment from the remains of a deceived but wealthy husband, who never had time to learn the difference between politeness and insincerity.Methanol by ollegudbrand
The loss of unconditional faith, mixed with methanol and body salts.
Self Combustion, deletion and Bureaucratic terror.
Piles of volcanic ash, towering in the backlight of a newborn sun.
Moldy books crowding among sooty pans, in which spores built their nests for decades.
The sad remnants of a vow of eternal fidelity struggling helplessly, entangled in a huge spider web under the veranda roof.
An unforgettable night! :)An unforgettable night! :) by Rukiaoceanspirit1
It was a starry night and the moon was hiding behind clouds. You were flying a near the quidditch pitch on your new broomstick. You longed to join the Gryffindor quidditch team, but at the moment there were no opening or so you thought. You sighed and smiled at the quidditch team practicing wishing you could be there with them. And then you fly around a bit more and sees that everyone inside the quidditch pitch starting to leave on by one. You descend and walks towards the quidditch pitch carrying your new broomstick on your shoulder hoping you could just fly a bit more in the quidditch pitch itself now that it would be free.
When you get to the entrance of the quidditch pitch you see one person still inside. He was clearly in his own world
The Prince Ch. 1The Prince Ch. 1 by Everlasting90
Some time ago, there was a young prince. He was the fourth child out of five. He was a shy but kind boy, and many loved him. As the prince grew up, he discovered he possessed power, mystical gifts that allowed him to influence the elements of Nature and communicate with the animals. Despite the wonder and beauty of his abilities, he kept them secret. This secret led the prince to be reclusive from his family and the human world.
The Warrior and The Priest The Warrior And The PriestThe Warrior and The Priest by DraganTheMighty
He was a warrior,
but since that day
he had never touched his sword.
They had told him that after the mountain
there was a church and a priest
that might help him.
The priest was praying.
His life, now, was more a monk's life,
rather a priest's, as after the earthquakes
all the villages around had been abandoned.
It was over eight years since the last time
someone had entered the church.
He was praying and asking for a sign.
What to do?
He had faith, but he never wanted to be so alone!
The warrior opened the door and he entered in.
- Hi, I'm looking for God. Does he live here?
I've searched in many places, but I can't find Him.
- You know... God...
- Do you know where I can find Him?
- But you know... God...
- No, I don't know.
- What will you do now?
- I'll keep on seaching.
- Can I follow you, I may help.
- But... How can you help?
One Of The Darkest MomentsI'm in the present,One Of The Darkest Moments by SinRedemption
But my mind;
In the past,
And in the;
Is thinking about,
In the past,
What will happen;
In the future.
To say the least,
I want to smash;
No idea why.
Need to find,
In this darkness,
Before it's too late.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...It Was Never You... by WordOfChen
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015