|Anyone is free to join, but, there are a few rules!|
1. You must not insult any of the artists on the page.
2. You can send in a deviation that displays nudity, but it has to be artistic! We do not accept pornography.
3. If your deviation was not accepted, try a different folder!
4. If your deviation was not accepted, do not post rash comments. Simply contact me (Nik / crooked-clockwork) and ask for a reason.
5. If your deviation was not accepted, it's because it may seem like lazy drawing, writing, etc.
6. No mirror and/or phone camera photos! I will make an exception if it is FX makeup, sculptures, etc.
7. And, lastly, if there is a watermark over the photo that is huge, the piece will not be accepted.
This group is for artists who post dramatic and macabre deviations! Feel free to give us a watch, join, or submit some of your art!
Meet the Founder!
Hello there! I am the founder of Dreadfully Dramatic and my name is Nik. I am a photographer / writer / poet myself so you can find some of my deviations in this group here and there. Honestly, I do a lot of the submitting of deviations to the group and I approve all the submissions. The increased amount of fanart in this group is mostly my fault, so you can blame me for that.
Meet the Contributors!
Hello, I am Ilona, photographer from Ukraine Also I love to draw & soon I show something on deviantart You all know what Earth without ART its just 'eh" keep calm & try to make something cool
I am Jessica-Lorraine-Z, also known as ZombieQueen and Ziki. I create art in all mediums, however my main focus is on photography and photo-manipulation. I run two groups and help manage 8 others. I'm very active in the DeviantArt community and always respond to questions and comments. My main goal here is to express myself and enjoy the expressions of others.
stockholm syndrome: i will not speak of your sin.i came to you, choking on this spacestockholm syndrome: i will not speak of your sin. by crooked-clockwork
between my neck and kidney stones,
and my eyes couldn’t see his grace.
her hands trailed my bones
and she made me swallow her praise.
she caused my muscles to shrink,
she ate my soul and spiked her drink
with my blood.
where the sun sets she will let loose
all of us will bathe in his blood,
in the almighty wash of her flood.
she warmed my lips and where her fingers
shook, the handprints became clear.
my body was hers, no more coat-hanger
and i was shock-still in fear.
screaming won’t make her go away.
i will never be led astray.
she is my god.
she is my weapon.
she came to me, gagging on his hair
and she needed me to take her home,
to be alone,
to be fair.
crawling with jewels in my stomach,
he chews on her bones, he breaks her soul –
she watches watches watches
until the hours grow out of control.
i have no desire to help,
but a soldier of broken wasteland,
crawling with her cracked ideals i
RavenousBones. You saw them before you even saw her.Ravenous by EmaciatedandEpitaphs
The all-too-visible quiver of her jaundiced skin
tightening over well-kept secrets; skeletal protrusions.
Above all, I noticed her sarcastic slouch, vertebrae sticking out in a slump.
She would persist, boasting of womanly fullness while the emaciated truth
jutted out at her pelvis.
She wasn’t just hungry, she was ravenous.
*nature and death are but two different faces on one coin;* by RubensLilium
one creates and prospers the world -
the other takes away to help it expand.
The Void SelfFree yourselfThe Void Self by Elendurwen
From this mental prison
From this inevitable
Rip out all
Needless neural pathways
In focused comprehension
There is no self-pity
Free your mind
From fears and limitations
From the constructs
It secretly created
From this teasing simulation
Of questioning reality
Empty and complete
In fearless awareness
Of the void self
In this very moment
There is nothing else
5:31 AMi am stuck in the middle of the bed, it is 5 in the morning;5:31 AM by seraphiclungs
the dead birds are singing to me, (again)
superficial and smooth, glassy like the sea i dream in
but their metallic coos puncture my eardrums like an ax picking in a goldmine.
in the absence of rain, the air is thick and palpable, and
the burning only gets worse if you think twice about it.
Memories of WarMemories of War:
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
skyScarred and lonely I walk the earth
My feet dragging behind like some sort of leaded weight
Blood pours form wounds I had yet to sow
Questions swirled through my head like the cloud above my head, misshapen and without direction
Who are you?
Why does it hurt?
Will I ever heal?
I search for these answers; for I know they must be somewhere
Perhaps hidden in between the smooth river rocks who watch the world in a glimmering haze
A bird might have just flown away with them
My truth…hidden in between her golden beak
Sometimes I wonder if it even matters
Knowing these things
And each day I am reminded by the smallest of things like a flower blooming in the sun
Or a family walking in the park
Their truth is their purpose
To live and grow, blossom and to watch over
A smile taints my raw lips
" maybe…my purpose is to just wander...and watch…as the world passes me by…" I whisper to whomever may listen to such a wretched girl's voice
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