A Eulogy to the Nads6969 Deviantart Account
Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today on this most joyous occasion to celebrate the shamefully drawn out but nonetheless welcome banning of Deviantart’s resident fungus, Nads6969.
Despite describing herself as an artist with aspirations of becoming better and producing professional work, she instead nestled herself into the community like a tick and helped herself to other people’s artwork while her court of blind, mewling sycophants cheered her on.
If we should list Nads6969’s achievements, I assure you that they are few, and creativity will never be one of them.
Staunchly set in her status as a jobless slouch who stayed at home on the internet all day, she decided that learning to draw required too much learning. It also required too much time, something we all know that unemployed shut-ins supported by the government and the tired efforts of begrudged family members don’t have enough of.
Effort, to Nads6969, wasn’t worth the effort. Not when there was precious internet praise to reap during endless, uneventful days of doing nothing productive.
So began her 12 year career in tracing, which was nothing more than her make-believing that she was an artist by tracing off of other people’s hard work and passing it off as her own. Her existence on Deviantart was a poor, amateurish stage play that dragged on for far too many acts after the pity applause had long since ceased.
Her enablers enthusiastically celebrated her unoriginality and mediocrity, praising obvious, childish traces as works of art and feeding her engorged ego while ignoring the plight of her steadily growing list of victims.
And despite the slew of medication she claimed to be taking for various maladies, there is no doctor on earth that can fix a conscience.
This sentient void of unfeeling indifference spent her days seeking out the work of those more talented and creative than her and, like vampires who instinctively seek out beautiful things in order to own and destroy them, so too did she. And the overused sphincter she called her “imagination” produced unnecessary, disgusting amalgamations of the true talent of her victims and her own desperate, pathetic attempts for some aspect of her life to warrant praise.
Any attempts to correct her behavior were met with something even more engorged than her ego – her victim complex.
If you were not enthusiastically fellating her with undeserved praise of her nonexistent creativity and atrophied skill, you were a cruel, jealous bully and your words totally didn’t faze her and she would write an entire Status update or Journal post explaining how unfazed she was.
This drug-addled mess of a human being believed that her depression excused her from basic human tenets of courtesy (asking permission, giving credit, saying thank you) because her life struggles were apparently the worst in the world. So terrible, in fact, that she considered handing her own child over to her elderly parents so that she could focus on the most important thing in the world – herself.
Here is a quote from her:
“Right now, I am just interested in drawing random Sailor Moon related art. I have no inspiration for my fanmanga as of now with my depression that has come back to haunt my life. So much that I’ve considered letting my son be with my parents while I take care of myself.”
These were the four priorities in the life of this alleged stay at home mother… Self first, Sailor Moon second, child third, parents fourth.
The only other love in Nads6969’s life, besides Sailor Moon and tracing, was lying. She was amazing at lying. She lied to her friends, she lied to her watchers, and she lied to anyone who took even a moment to mention that her work looked suspiciously like someone else’s work, just uglier.
She lied about having/asking permission to use people’s works, she lied about creating/using sockpuppet accounts to support herself and attack others, and when the confrontations increased, she lied about tracing.
But in the end, it didn’t matter what she did or where she went. She was not wanted on any art site or image hosting platform. Artstation didn’t want her, Pinterest didn’t want her, Redbubble didn’t want her, and Deviantart didn’t want her. This poor, desperate creature longed for acceptance, but never once considered that, to be accepted, she had to play by the rules and treat others with the same respect she demanded for herself.
No matter what “art” she produced, it was always second-hand trash. Pieces that were built from scratch, from understanding anatomy and color and composition, became unskilled, regurgitated slop in her hands. And, after 12 years of being a slovenly Xerox machine, no improvement has manifested.
That is 12 years spent stagnating in mediocrity. 12 years spent focusing on a work of fiction, while the work of her own loins took second place. 12 years spent dreaming of producing something of value but never getting out of bed.
She wanted so desperately to look like an artist, but she never was one to begin with. At her core, Nads6969 was a dark, empty, ugly creature who choked on her own lies and drove people away just by being herself.
Everything she has lost - friendships, relationships, accounts, respect - are all the result of the radioactive Elephant’s Foot she calls a personality.
Failure was her destiny, no matter how many times she tried to outrun or outsmart it. Truth was her enemy, no matter how often she tried to suffocate or silence it. Justice was her executioner, no matter how often she tried to deceive and seduce it.
In the end, Nads6969 was a pitiful joke that no one laughed at, and soon, she will pass like a dead man’s last pungent breath in a world that never knew he existed.