DeviantArt Horrors -

[hm yeah]

Hello all!

DeviantART and all of its little tartlets will forever hold a special place in my . So, I wanted to make a thread all about deviantART and the new and old treasures that lurk within.

Do you have any old pictures sleeping in the depths of your hard drive, taken from DeviantART? Any favorite tartlets? Fondful mem'ries?

I have some fondful mem'ries and such, but here's something new:

This guy has been around for a week. I'm pretty sure he's a troll, but so far he's made me smile. I won't put his username here for now, since I generally like to keep my personal lolcows somewhat private so people don't go poking them and scaring them away.

Tommy visits the frosting factory and then the machine mistakes his diaper for a frosting tube so it fills it to the brim with cake frosting and let's just say it was an interesting day for tommy

Painfully slow internet right now, but more later.

POST YOURS

 

[MysticMisty]

There's this guy who shows up in my inbox every so often because we both belong to the same club. His art is really awful, it's actually worse than Chris'. This guy always draws heads at a profile angle...but the rest of the body is always a head-on angle (except for the feet). He can never be assed to color his pictures either.

He's also really stupid. A few years back someone started a rumor for a new American Tail sequel ("Fievel goes to Egypt" or some dumb shit). I wouldn't have heard about this rumor is not for this guy who actually believed it! And is disappointed it's not a real movie! Not only has he drawn out his fantasy movie, but has actually made contests for people to make up shit for it. Look at how specific the contest entries had to be. Anyways here are a few pictures he's drawn.

I have no idea who the fuck these characters are so I'll assume they're "OC's" (I hate that term: they're fucking fan characters).

I would not recognize this as Fievel and Mrs. Brisby if he didn't say who it was. That's really bad.

I can't believe this was accepted into the group. I really wish there was some standard for drawings.

And of course he has a foot/tickle fetish.

MOVIE OF TEH YEAR!!!!!!!

 

[RP 520]

Also he apparently believes they wear PVC pipes for clothing?

 

[Watcher]

I feel bad laughing at these people considering I draw horribly in comparison.

 

[Autismal Overload]

The person who drew the last few pictures has a steady hand. They just need to put more practice into creatively expressing themselves.

 

[applecat]

and also

 

[hm yeah]

^ oh god hahaha

aw man I miss old devart_horrors


SO ANYWAY

I was just checking in on my little lolcow today, and here's an old thing that I overlooked. It made me burst out laughing at first. The rest wore off quickly.

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[little girl]'s new fad

by [DMW], Jan 19, 2013, 9:00:07 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Short Stories

So, once upon a time that is, [little girl] has wasted a day and a half creating a kind of clown pants for her. She had just taken it on as she left her house. A [The Burned Man] who was carrying a box of pies noticed [little girl] in her new pants.

[The Burned Man]: [started to crack up] Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You look like a clown!

[little girl]: But-

[The Burned Man]: And I can be able to stuff a pie in your pants! [stuffs a pie in [little girl]'s new pants]

[little girl]: Yipe!

[The Burned Man]: Hey everyone! Let's stuff some sweets down that clown [little girl]'s pants!

Soon, a huge group of [communists] came to gather around. A few grabbed [little girl]'s arms so she wouldn't break free. Another [communist] opened up the front of her pants as wide as possible.

[little girl]: Wait!

One by one, the [communists] took a cake or pie and dumped it in her pants. [little girl] yelped for every pie or cake in her pants. The [communists] laughed very hard as they stuff her pants with sweets. 30 minutes later, when her pants holded about 94 sweets and her pants the size of three trash cans. Unable to take much more of this, she was able to kick the box the [The Burned Man] was carrying which sent the remainders of sweets flying up and landing on the [communist]'s heads and faces.

[little girl] began to giggle. She giggled harder. Her giggles esculated into laughs. She laughed very hard at the [communists] with pies and cakes on their faces.

[little girl]: I told you, it's not a stuffing clown pants, it's an inflatable clown pants. I created it for all of you to enjoy and stylize. You could have brought pumps instead of sweets. This pants comes in ten colors: blue, red, yellow, green, orange, purple, pink, white, black, and brown. It also has 6 mouths for pump hoses. It can also inflate bigger than a castle, and to [idk wtf], [Dr. Mengele] even helped me with the pants design, and this pants is unpoppable. Wanna give it a try?

[The Burned Man]: I will.

The [The Burned Man] puts on a green pair of the pants and six of the [communist] citizens got their pumps ready. They attached the hoses and began pumping. The [The Burned Man] felt the air building up in his pants. It kept getting bigger. And bigger. Pretty soon, the pants are close to the size of a castle.

[The Burned Man]: Wow! [little girl], I really underestimated you. You're a genius! And perhaps it'll be suitable to block off any of [Dictator]'s minions. [little girl], you started a fad!

[little girl]: Aww, gee thanks. You know what, I do like to have my pants stuffed with sweets again.

[The Burned Man]: You do? Okay! Get ready, clown!

A few [communists] got more boxes of pies, cakes and other sweets and began to stuff in down [little girl]'s pants. [little girl] began to laugh as more sweets are stuffed down her pants.

The End

 

[spaps]

Like I said on chat last night, DA is a dumping ground for fetish art, ponies, and Sanic.

 

[sparklemilhouse]

The little bird guy in that comic reminds me of eagle man for some reason:

http://youtu.be/O4-e4nlfdRI

I dunno why.

 

[Francis E. Dec Esc.]

Here's three Tartlets to look up for a laugh:

1. Crystals1986 - Crazy autistic guy from England who draws the same picture over and over again: himself in a hospital bed crying and touching a crystal that makes his fingers grow, while being attended by anthro versions of characters from Friendship is Magic.

2. Rafe15 - The famous "Foreverial Tiedup Delitized with taco sauce blood and salami tongue" guy. Probably schizophrenic.

3. WalterRatley - aka Wltrrtly, an autistic deaf Communist with a foot fetish. Is more or less completely incomprehensible. He bawleeted most of his stuff recently though.

 

[bradsternum]

Deviant Art is still popular?

 

[MegachuDeluxe]

DeviantArt the home of almost porn and whiney teenagers! There are few good things that come from DeviantArt but honestly it isn't worth trekking through all the "artistic" nudes and "edgy" profiles, I actually wanted to share this one weird picture from DA I liked but the forum won't let me, actually I'll link it.

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http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/331/d/4/a_handjob_mermaid__3_by_00blindfish.jpg

 

[MerriedxReldnahc]

This is one of my personal favorites. The giant cookie really brings it all together.

 

[hm yeah]

^ ohhh man!

Found that story that made me suspect that something bad happened to DMW.

Control+H'd to make it harder to trace back, since he's been somewhat active and I don't want anyone to come along and scare him off.

And also because control+h is fun.

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[communist] War I

by ~[DMW], May 27, 2013, 4:28:25 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Short Stories

[President] [Hillary Clinton] and her associate [Presidents] met with the [communist] soldiers led by [DMW]. They are discussing on how they will put the [CWC Cola] in [little girl].

[Hillary Clinton]: We need a plan to [CWC Cola] [little girl]. Every year, she always come clean without a speck of [CWC Cola] in her. Well, this year, we have our secret weapon. He was our most recent [CWC Cola] soldier, now he's our perfect [CWC Cola] soldier with all results at top. [DMW].

[DMW]: Reporting for duty, [President] [Hillary Clinton]!

[George W Bush]: He has class, too.

[DMW]: The only way to solve this problem is convince her with love.

[Ronald Reagan]: That's actually a good idea.

[DMW]: Then it's agreed. I'll go to [little girl's] and my convice of [CWC Cola] will do the rest!

Everyone cheered.

Meanwhile, at [little girl's] house, [little girl] answered the knock of the door to see [DMW].

[DMW]: Why, hello, my magical [abomination].

[little girl]: [DMW]! Hi! I was about to stuff and inflate [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in our clothes till they explode. Wanna join me?

[DMW]: Sure!

They got out an air tank, a huge bag of [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid], and a radio. They were on [little girl's] bed. They tuned the radio to its [North Korea] themed music, put the hoses in their [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] which they stuffed in their shirts, and turned on the air tank.

[little girl]: So, how are you doing?

[DMW]: Pretty good. Only except for that overbaked loaf of bread I ate at that cafe. It almost burned my mouth. I thought I was gonna die!

[little girl]: No kidding!

The [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in the [communist]s' shirts got too big and overinflated until they pop.

[DMW]: So, how's your day, [little girl]?

[little girl] and [DMW] got another round of [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] and put them in their pants and put the hoses in the [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid].

[little girl]: Oh, it was thrilling! I went to a [penis] parlor and I became their thousandth customer!

[DMW]: That's great! What did you win?

[little girl]: They offered to squirt mustard and ketchup down my pants until they ran out.

[DMW]: Ooooh, that is thrilling.

[little girl]: They squirted at the body part in which I use to use the bathroom. Not the butt, though.

[DMW]: That would have happened to me!

The [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in the [communist]s' pants overinflated until they popped. [DMW] got out a bottle of ketchup and mustard from the fridge.

[little girl]: Afterwards, I ate all of the ketchup and mustard in my pants. Mustard, please.

[DMW] tossed the mustard bottle to [little girl].

[DMW]: No one shared with you?

[DMW] and [little girl] layed down on the bed and squirted their bottles at themselves.

[little girl]: You bet. I heard when you are the millionth customer, you wear a [penis] suit and it fills up with a gigantic storage of ketchup and mustard... from space.

[DMW]: If only that would be me.

[little girl]: If you're lucky. They only have 999,992 customers.

[little girl] squirted mustard up her shirt, and [DMW] squirted ketchup down his pants.

[DMW]: Yep. And one more thing.

[little girl]: What?

[DMW]: What would you say if someone [CWC Cola] you?

He pointed a [CWC Cola] gun at [little girl].

[little girl]: [gasps] Not you too!

[DMW]: Let me put it this way. Think of this as mustard, only [red]er. If I hit you, I'll give you the honor of [CWC Cola]ing my pants till they explode, okay?

[little girl]: Okey-dokey.

[DMW] squirted the gun, but [little girl] dodged the [CWC Cola] and it reflected through the mirror right back at [DMW] right in his face.

[little girl]: Trying putting that in your pants, [comrade] [communist]! [laughs]

[DMW]: This means war.

[DMW] used his walkie talkie to alert General [Hillary Clinton].

[DMW]: Code red! Code red! Sound the alarm! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! Seal the exits! Don't let [little girl] escape! Arm every [communist] with any [CWC Cola] based material!

The alarm wailed as [communist]s everywhere are finding [little girl] to get her [CWC Cola]d. [DMW] went after [little girl] in hot pursuit with his trusty [CWC Cola] gun. They went past the [penis] parlor though [DMW] stopped for a [penis].

[penis] Tender [communist]: Sorry, we're closed. Due to the [CWC Cola]ing of [little girl].

[red] [communist]: But I was about to be the millionth customer! [crying]

[penis] Tender [communist]: What do you want?

[DMW]: One [penis], extra ketchup and mustard.

[penis] Tender [communist]: Lucky you, you're our millionth customer.

[DMW]: Thanks, but I got a [little girl] to [CWC Cola].

[penis] Tender [communist]: Suit yourself.

[little girl] ran to the [North Korea] square, probably not a good idea. She is surround by a legion of [communist]s with [CWC Cola] guns, bazookas, grenades, tanks, helicopters, and pumps.

[Hillary Clinton]: [on megaphone] You're surrounded! Time for your yearly [CWC Cola]!

[DMW] tackled [little girl] and pointed the [CWC Cola] gun down the back of her pants.

[DMW]: Let's get this over with so I can fill my suit with condiments.

[little girl]: [slow motion] Nooooooooooooo!

[DMW] slowly pulled the trigger while [little girl] prays very quickly before the [CWC Cola] finally touches her and a thought popped in her head.

[little girl]: [inside her head] Wait, that actually felt okay. Better than okay, it was epic! I never touched [CWC Cola] in all my life and I forgot how exciting this is by touching it!

[little girl] laughed as if she was tickled.

[Mr. Gentleman]: Unquestionable! By my sister's flaming chair, she likes it!

Everyone cheered.

[little girl]: I love it! More!

Everyone shot their [CWC Cola] weapons at [little girl], covering her from head to toe. And yet, she still smiles even though her face is covered. They even filled her clothes with [CWC Cola] via [CWC Cola] pumps.

[little girl]: [laughs harder] More! More!! Give me all you got!

[Hillary Clinton] and company tied [little girl] to a big and giant [CWC Cola] bomb. They also put slighty smaller bombs of [CWC Cola] surrounding her and put a running [CWC Cola] hose in her mouth. A helicopter lowered another hose above [little girl] to send [CWC Cola] showering her. Everyone headed to the safety area. They watched her bloated [CWC Cola] body cut the ropes. [Hillary Clinton] is given the honor to detonate the big bomb as the group counts down.

Everyone: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!

[Hillary Clinton] pulled the plunger as the bombs explode, one by one, sending the slimy [little girl] to space.

Meanwhile, at space...

[DMW]: Ready!

Tubes of ketchup and mustard rapidly filled his suit as he briefly saw [little girl] being [red].

[DMW]: What was that? Oh well.

He continued to relax until [little girl] landed hard on his suit.

[DMW]: Owww! That's a wake-up call!

[little girl]: I did it! I like [CWC Cola]!

[DMW]: You do? [picks up walkie talkie] Dispatch, we need another one. This time with [CWC Cola]!

Later, [DMW] and [little girl] were relaxing on their big filled suits.

[little girl]: You were right, [DMW]. [CWC Cola] is like mustard, only it's [red]!

[DMW]: That's right. Someday, [little girl], when you want to be covered from head to toe, I'll always have your back.

They laughed as their suits filled even more bigger than before.

The End

Two things:

- note the date. Very recently, DMW quit being shy about mentioning genitals and the anus, and now every comment he writes has the words "vagina" and "inflate". Well, minor exaggeration. Minor.

- You know what else is minor?? His favorite little girl and his favorite background characters. They look about, ohhh, 4-6, somethin'.

okay I'm going to bed now you fricken' fricks

 

[Shadow Fox]

^ ohhh man!

Found that story that made me suspect that something bad happened to DMW.

Control+H'd to make it harder to trace back, since he's been somewhat active and I don't want anyone to come along and scare him off.

And also because control+h is fun.

Spoiler

[communist] War I

by ~[DMW], May 27, 2013, 4:28:25 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Humor / Short Stories

[President] [Hillary Clinton] and her associate [Presidents] met with the [communist] soldiers led by [DMW]. They are discussing on how they will put the [CWC Cola] in [little girl].

[Hillary Clinton]: We need a plan to [CWC Cola] [little girl]. Every year, she always come clean without a speck of [CWC Cola] in her. Well, this year, we have our secret weapon. He was our most recent [CWC Cola] soldier, now he's our perfect [CWC Cola] soldier with all results at top. [DMW].

[DMW]: Reporting for duty, [President] [Hillary Clinton]!

[George W Bush]: He has class, too.

[DMW]: The only way to solve this problem is convince her with love.

[Ronald Reagan]: That's actually a good idea.

[DMW]: Then it's agreed. I'll go to [little girl's] and my convice of [CWC Cola] will do the rest!

Everyone cheered.

Meanwhile, at [little girl's] house, [little girl] answered the knock of the door to see [DMW].

[DMW]: Why, hello, my magical [abomination].

[little girl]: [DMW]! Hi! I was about to stuff and inflate [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in our clothes till they explode. Wanna join me?

[DMW]: Sure!

They got out an air tank, a huge bag of [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid], and a radio. They were on [little girl's] bed. They tuned the radio to its [North Korea] themed music, put the hoses in their [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] which they stuffed in their shirts, and turned on the air tank.

[little girl]: So, how are you doing?

[DMW]: Pretty good. Only except for that overbaked loaf of bread I ate at that cafe. It almost burned my mouth. I thought I was gonna die!

[little girl]: No kidding!

The [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in the [communist]s' shirts got too big and overinflated until they pop.

[DMW]: So, how's your day, [little girl]?

[little girl] and [DMW] got another round of [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] and put them in their pants and put the hoses in the [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid].

[little girl]: Oh, it was thrilling! I went to a [penis] parlor and I became their thousandth customer!

[DMW]: That's great! What did you win?

[little girl]: They offered to squirt mustard and ketchup down my pants until they ran out.

[DMW]: Ooooh, that is thrilling.

[little girl]: They squirted at the body part in which I use to use the bathroom. Not the butt, though.

[DMW]: That would have happened to me!

The [mountain dew bottles of orange fluid] in the [communist]s' pants overinflated until they popped. [DMW] got out a bottle of ketchup and mustard from the fridge.

[little girl]: Afterwards, I ate all of the ketchup and mustard in my pants. Mustard, please.

[DMW] tossed the mustard bottle to [little girl].

[DMW]: No one shared with you?

[DMW] and [little girl] layed down on the bed and squirted their bottles at themselves.

[little girl]: You bet. I heard when you are the millionth customer, you wear a [penis] suit and it fills up with a gigantic storage of ketchup and mustard... from space.

[DMW]: If only that would be me.

[little girl]: If you're lucky. They only have 999,992 customers.

[little girl] squirted mustard up her shirt, and [DMW] squirted ketchup down his pants.

[DMW]: Yep. And one more thing.

[little girl]: What?

[DMW]: What would you say if someone [CWC Cola] you?

He pointed a [CWC Cola] gun at [little girl].

[little girl]: [gasps] Not you too!

[DMW]: Let me put it this way. Think of this as mustard, only [red]er. If I hit you, I'll give you the honor of [CWC Cola]ing my pants till they explode, okay?

[little girl]: Okey-dokey.

[DMW] squirted the gun, but [little girl] dodged the [CWC Cola] and it reflected through the mirror right back at [DMW] right in his face.

[little girl]: Trying putting that in your pants, [comrade] [communist]! [laughs]

[DMW]: This means war.

[DMW] used his walkie talkie to alert General [Hillary Clinton].

[DMW]: Code red! Code red! Sound the alarm! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill! Seal the exits! Don't let [little girl] escape! Arm every [communist] with any [CWC Cola] based material!

The alarm wailed as [communist]s everywhere are finding [little girl] to get her [CWC Cola]d. [DMW] went after [little girl] in hot pursuit with his trusty [CWC Cola] gun. They went past the [penis] parlor though [DMW] stopped for a [penis].

[penis] Tender [communist]: Sorry, we're closed. Due to the [CWC Cola]ing of [little girl].

[red] [communist]: But I was about to be the millionth customer! [crying]

[penis] Tender [communist]: What do you want?

[DMW]: One [penis], extra ketchup and mustard.

[penis] Tender [communist]: Lucky you, you're our millionth customer.

[DMW]: Thanks, but I got a [little girl] to [CWC Cola].

[penis] Tender [communist]: Suit yourself.

[little girl] ran to the [North Korea] square, probably not a good idea. She is surround by a legion of [communist]s with [CWC Cola] guns, bazookas, grenades, tanks, helicopters, and pumps.

[Hillary Clinton]: [on megaphone] You're surrounded! Time for your yearly [CWC Cola]!

[DMW] tackled [little girl] and pointed the [CWC Cola] gun down the back of her pants.

[DMW]: Let's get this over with so I can fill my suit with condiments.

[little girl]: [slow motion] Nooooooooooooo!

[DMW] slowly pulled the trigger while [little girl] prays very quickly before the [CWC Cola] finally touches her and a thought popped in her head.

[little girl]: [inside her head] Wait, that actually felt okay. Better than okay, it was epic! I never touched [CWC Cola] in all my life and I forgot how exciting this is by touching it!

[little girl] laughed as if she was tickled.

[Mr. Gentleman]: Unquestionable! By my sister's flaming chair, she likes it!

Everyone cheered.

[little girl]: I love it! More!

Everyone shot their [CWC Cola] weapons at [little girl], covering her from head to toe. And yet, she still smiles even though her face is covered. They even filled her clothes with [CWC Cola] via [CWC Cola] pumps.

[little girl]: [laughs harder] More! More!! Give me all you got!

[Hillary Clinton] and company tied [little girl] to a big and giant [CWC Cola] bomb. They also put slighty smaller bombs of [CWC Cola] surrounding her and put a running [CWC Cola] hose in her mouth. A helicopter lowered another hose above [little girl] to send [CWC Cola] showering her. Everyone headed to the safety area. They watched her bloated [CWC Cola] body cut the ropes. [Hillary Clinton] is given the honor to detonate the big bomb as the group counts down.

Everyone: Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!

[Hillary Clinton] pulled the plunger as the bombs explode, one by one, sending the slimy [little girl] to space.

Meanwhile, at space...

[DMW]: Ready!

Tubes of ketchup and mustard rapidly filled his suit as he briefly saw [little girl] being [red].

[DMW]: What was that? Oh well.

He continued to relax until [little girl] landed hard on his suit.

[DMW]: Owww! That's a wake-up call!

[little girl]: I did it! I like [CWC Cola]!

[DMW]: You do? [picks up walkie talkie] Dispatch, we need another one. This time with [CWC Cola]!

Later, [DMW] and [little girl] were relaxing on their big filled suits.

[little girl]: You were right, [DMW]. [CWC Cola] is like mustard, only it's [red]!

[DMW]: That's right. Someday, [little girl], when you want to be covered from head to toe, I'll always have your back.

They laughed as their suits filled even more bigger than before.

The End

 

[John Titor]

I'm a regular on /ic/ and this was posted in our occasional bad art threads.

 

[Jewelsmakerguy]

I feel bad laughing at these people considering I draw horribly in comparison.

You and I both. I mean I'm in three groups (yes, I did say that), and the influx of piss-poor artwork is almost like an exaggeration.

Yet it isn't. Far from, in fact. Hell I could probably make an entire topic of the crap I see on a daily basis.

 

[Shadow Fox]

Kody the Fox: http://kodyboy555.deviantart.com/

He almost exclusively draws pictures of furry characters in scuba gear. They're all uniformly fat and bloated-looking with disproportionately small heads and limbs. His grasp of anatomy, style and design are nonexistent. All of his art looks to have been done in MS Paint. Worst of all, he's been drawing exactly the same thing in exactly the same way, with no visible improvement, since at least 2008.

I suspect there's some kind of 'tism at work here, just based on his extremely bland writing and almost single-minded fixation on scuba-diving furries. He also lists Vanilla Ice as one of his favorite musicians.

Here's just a couple of samples of his "art" to demonstrate his utter lack of progress over the years. Honestly, if you've seen one Kody picture, you've seen them all.

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"I'm good at drawing hawks like Michael Comacho and Jake the Hawk. "

Can you tell which one was uploaded five years ago and which one was uploaded two months ago? No? Neither can anybody else.

 

[Jewelsmakerguy]

I suspect there's some kind of 'tism at work here, just based on his extremely bland writing and almost single-minded fixation on scuba-diving furries. He also lists Vanilla Ice as one of his favorite musicians.

Here's just a couple of samples of his "art" to demonstrate his utter lack of progress over the years. Honestly, if you've seen one Kody picture, you've seen them all.

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"I'm good at drawing hawks like Michael Comacho and Jake the Hawk. "

Can you tell which one was uploaded five years ago and which one was uploaded two months ago? No? Neither can anybody else.

Does having the 'tism render one unable to learn how to use anything other than MSPaint?

'Cause that's what I'm getting at.

 

[Dollars2010]

Da best of da best:

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