Celebrating Deviousness - April 2024 by team, journal
Celebrating Deviousness - April 2024
The Deviousness Award is given to one deviant each month in recognition of their exemplary contributions to DeviantArt and its community and has been a long-standing tradition since DeviantArt’s early years. @TheFulkrum is the recipient of April 2024’s Deviousness Award, so please join us in congratulating him! @TheFulkrum has been an integral part of the DeviantArt community for over 15 years, focusing on the connections between artists and bringing people together over care and shared interests. From countless art features to running and participating in a wide array of groups, he’s put over a decade of effort into helping artists create, improve, and shine, and his efforts show in how highly other deviants speak of him. It is an honor to recognize @TheFulkrum as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for April 2024! Hello! My initials are AG. As a young boy, all that mattered were my bedroom walls and the radio. That’s where I doodled the inside of my spaceship and listened to
The Ladies of Lit: Volume CXXI by LadyLincoln, journal
The Ladies of Lit: Volume CXXI
Welcome to the newest volume my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit! :bulletblue: The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including: :bulletblue: This article’s deviant spotlight: featuring the wonderful @MysticSparkleWings. She has offered to answer a few questions as well, to tell us a bit about what inspires her writing and which piece in particular she favors. :bulletblue: Additional information about our upcoming events, and we also have a selection of other interesting Literature news links to share with you. :bulletblue: Our “meet our contributors” section. Be sure to note me if you would like to volunteer your services or offer additional suggestions as to how to improve this series. :star: Please do note: this is now be a
How Exquisite, Your Corpse by LionesseRampant, literature
Literature
How Exquisite, Your Corpse
“This isn't my body,” the monster said, staring into the mirror and poking at his neck bolts. “Some of it is!” The doctor pointed at the tip of the monster’s toenail. “See?” The monster raised his left eyebrow. It was, to his dismay, a different colour than his right one. “Dare I ask where is the rest of me then?” The doctor glanced awkwardly over his shoulder, where his mighty chihuahua was feasting on a rotten thigh. The monster felt a strange kinship with the chihuahua in the corner; like his own, her neck bolts were far from subtle. The doctor noticed him staring. “It’s the only way I can get her to keep the cone on,” he explained. “You could at least have used human neck bolts. We have the same model, me and Matilda over there.” “I did use human neck bolts! Only the best for my pupper. Also, how do you know my dog’s name?” “It was difficult to miss your impertinent shouting, even over the roar of the thunder and that awful blinding from the lightning! And that
Literature DDs July 14th - July 20th 2021 by Malintra-Shadowmoon, journal
Literature DDs July 14th - July 20th 2021
If you haven't been keeping up on Daily Deviations, here's what you've missed lately! 14th July "Some "birds" are dangerously beautiful." Featured by: @Barosus 15th July "A creative reimagining of emergencies in the OR with a beary-y different kind of patient. Love it!" Featured by: @evangeline40003 16th July "A poem about being and getting stronger by adaption and learning." Suggested by: @vanndra Featured by: @Malintra-Shadowmoon 17th July "I feel like I'm at the edge of an adventure! Nice set up of this continuing event." Featured by: @Evangeline40003 18th July "An exploration of the things that seperate machinery and humanity." Suggested by: @XevulStories Featured by: @Barosus 19th July "A tragic tale of the awakenign of love and self-awareness in a robot." Featured by: @Barosus 20th July "Great redirection of the reader's attention with a little surprise at the end." Featured by: @Evangeline40003 To suggest a Daily Deviation, send a note to one of
“Fruit is a strange super power,” one might say, right before they’re pelted in the head by a flying coconut. I’ve come to find that even the cockiest super villain tends to be cowed by an onslaught of unexpected produce. The first time my arch nemesis, Doctor Cuttlefish, made fun of the way I arrived at the scene sliding on banana peels was also his last. I buried him under several hundred apples. Veggie Boy didn’t find it nearly as funny. Falling coconuts kill more people than sharks. And as they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
The Grapes of Regret by LionesseRampant, literature
Literature
The Grapes of Regret
“Go get me that bowl on the table, dear boy.” The old lady shouldn’t have talked. No, she really shouldn’t have. She didn’t have a mouth. I obliged, partially out of fear, partially out of curiosity. Which I really shouldn’t have. I watched in horror as she cheerfully ate the entire bowl of plastic fruit.
“So, you’re meanin’ to tell me all that shit you said was true?” The patron sets his empty glass on the bar top, gesturing for a refill. I put down the stein I’m cleaning and oblige, drawing a draft from his favorite tap. “Every single word, on my honor.” I place my hand over my heart, then lean over to trace a symbol carved into the counter; a circle with a star inside, and a crown on top. Sorrow grabs my heart as I think about the events that led me here. I started with no enemies of my own. He never wore anything less than a four inch heel. Her eyes glowed like uranium glass. Together, the three of us had fancied ourselves an anarchist group. We didn’t have any real goal, at the beginning. We fucked around with the law, always managing to stay three steps ahead of anyone who disagreed with us. Eventually, though, we found we messed with the wrong folks, and they sent us a message we didn’t quite like. Intimidation is fairly useless against people who think they’re invincible. I
“—watched. … No, I’m telling you someone is watching me. … It’s not paranoia if it’s true! … Thanks for the vote of confidence, Craig. … If I die I’m coming back to haunt your ass. … Yeah. Bye.” The woman you are currently spying on hangs up the phone. The opportunity is ripe, so you step from your hiding place, brandishing a gun. “Any first words before you die?” you quip. She doesn’t look surprised. “Don’t you mean my last words?” You lower your gun. “Technically, but they’re your first words to me, so. Both?” “Just tell that bastard Craig I told him so.”
Eternity was a long time to be alone. Well, He wasn’t entirely alone. He had been assigned to look after the Earth, and when they came, watch over humanity as well. But until they evolved, His invisible orbit around the newly formed planet was rather uneventful. After all, land masses floating apart and together and apart is a long and boring process. And so He waited. And He watched. Things really started to get interesting when tetrapods dragged themselves from the oceans and began walking on land. It wasn’t long until they evolved to walk erect. It delighted Him to observe humanity, to see them grow from His place in the heavens. Though He knew it was only a matter of time until they inevitably destroyed themselves with their own inventions. And so He waited. And He watched. The world didn’t end with a bang or a whimper. If He had to describe it, He would probably say it sounded more like a trombone, a slow saunter downward. And just like that, He was alone again. He spun
[siren emoji][dove with olive branch][blue spiral] by LionesseRampant, literature
Literature
[siren emoji][dove with olive branch][blue spiral]
One mistake. That’s all it took. I was flung from my vehicle with enough force to liquefy my insides. Lying on the side of the road, I gasped for air knowing I only had one lung left. The blinding flash of red emergency lights faded as my vision focused on the figure standing in front of me. A tall, slender woman extended a pale hand outward. I grabbed it. Images flashed kaleidoscopically fast behind my eyelids. Disoriented, I tried to focus, to ground myself in them. The sweet smell of freshly cut summer grass. Baby spit up on my shoulder. A vinyl record sliding, scratching beneath my fingers. Pancakes on my tongue, hot butter and fresh maple syrup mixing in my mouth. A familiar hand in mine. Delight. Despair. Love. It was my life, flashing before my eyes. When it was over, she dropped my arm. The bright purple sigils on her palm faded. She leaned down over me. Her translucent black veil fluttered over my face. It tickled. I thought I heard her say something, but it was lost to