|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.
i'll buy the cigarettes if you'll smoke with me.i buy my shirts becuase i like themi'll buy the cigarettes if you'll smoke with me. by Whyles
better than the others in the store,
but i still like yours more than mine;
i'd surrender all the sweaters and buttons,
because you've become my new aesthetic.
this mattress is old,
older now than it was with you,
and i remember how the springs traced each of my vertebrae back then,
through the cottony layers...like how your collarbones traced my shoulder through the thin layer of your silk skin.
i never picked the book up,
the one you knocked onto the floor;
i feel bad for shelly, becuase he's collecting dust
(like my soul).
i never know if i should refer to my time with you
as time that's past,
because i know we're not in love together anymore,
but i'm still in love with you.
Do not leave me alone. What does the silence have for me? What does the dark?Do not leave me alone. by Songs-of-black-roses
Keep me in the blazing sun and let me burn, and the world burns with me.
"This is not a battle. This is a slaughter. We must not be the ones to die."
What does loneness have for me? What does solitude?
Give me love to fight and die for, and I will be immortal.
"Blades out, heads up, my loves! Here there is no mercy. Here there is no fate. The spirits watch us, and they watch us well."
But whatever you do...
Do not make me stay alone in the darkness.
Do not make me stay alone.
All I Wanthonestly, the thing I want most these daysAll I Want by WolfxButterfly
is to lay down to go to sleep tonight in light
of the soft winter moon, and to have you
slip into bed beside me and enfold me
into the warm, solid safety of your being.
I want you to hold me tightly to you
so I can drift off to the music of your heart,
your breath, and the memory of your lips
on my forehead.
attachmentstoday i see my grandmother conversing with death.attachments by StarlightComet
her lips are white from the frost
he's left with his trailing fingers,
her complexion a pallid desert
distinctly marred with
rolling wrinkled hills of sand.
the only oasis for miles is in her eyes,
a blue so bleached from quenching
his thirst there's hardly anything
her posture is wearied, worn down
from more than a year of
holding off his advances; her frame
is shrunken as her shoulders slump
under a pale flag of surrender.
i suppose the casualty rate is too high
for her to hope to win.
today i see my grandmother conversing with death;
i turn away so i don't have to accept
the defeat that i know in my heart
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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