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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.
uncertainty is a meal i can always finish.i.uncertainty is a meal i can always finish. by seraphiclungs
she says she thinks i wear my heart well,
and i tell her it's only because i don't wear it at all
sometimes i think my veins are breaking because they get so thin and purple
and sometimes they are blue as the sky we live under,
bulging beneath the unbroken skin of my wrists like they are straining to touch
the oxygen that writhes above them, so close to contact but
never able to truly meet.
we stay together, not through thick,
only through thin
my friend confessed her sexuality to us
maybe three months back,
but i still can't seem to find my own "label"
and it is sad because i want to be able to label myself in a
world where we are shamed by our names
i live in a city where the people care so little for each other
that each passing day i am painfully reminded
of how much i can hate
and not enough of how much i can love
No-MindWithout the mindNo-Mind by Elendurwen
Everything is empty
In absence of thought
All struggles disappear
The world is a void
A meaning with no purpose
Its everlasting flow
A machine of eternity
There are no paths
No questions to answer
Chaos becomes still
Each second is infinite
Without the mind
It all falls into place
i can't feel my voice.the best years of my lifei can't feel my voice. by Whyles
are killing me
i don't know what my mirror
or what other people see
when they look at
do they see the lines i feel
on my face
and do the tears
leave stains on my cheeks?
can they smell the pills
on my breath
and do they notice the gravel
piled in the caverns of my collarbones
from the boulders pushing my shoulders down
how does it sound
when my heart beats?
is it hollow or does it beat
if someone wanted to save me
would i let
like a machine.he can’t help his misunderstanding, his trust issues pent up likelike a machine. by crooked-clockwork
bondage without the blindfold and war without bombs;
and he cries because he can’t take this break, he can’t take the uncertainty,
yet there’s a reason to believe his serenity;
he whispers apologies to the body he ignores,
caresses the chest he binds and the thighs he cuts;
small hips, big brain,
stupid thoughts, suicide heart;
he’s higher than this,
he’s more out of order, more out of control than this;
there is no breathing for him, only choking,
and there’s no way to know when or if he’ll shed this skin
so he may breathe again.
his eyes are like city lights smothered by the rain,
like smoke clouds stifled by the lavender winds of the summer field;
and he can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever get better,
if he’ll ever learn from his errors, from his spat-up mishaps;
they don’t know what he looks like on the inside, bones like serpentine,
Ciel x SnK! Reader- Eat You Alive You remember sliding down a slippery gullet, frantically grasping for leverage in the slimy abyss of a titan's throat, screaming for help in a panicked, pained shriek. The crevasse constricted, forcing you down the disgusting esophagus, and then you remember free-falling into a black abyss. Your cries were silenced when you landed in an unpleasantly hot cesspool, filled with a smelly, stagnant liquid. Squeezing your eyes shut, you sat for a painstaking moment- still, lifeless, until your lungs lifted you to the surface.Ciel x SnK! Reader- Eat You Alive by blep-blep
Fingers spread, you tried to pull yourself through the pool, with the contents of a stomach being threaded through your fingers. Upon breaching, you gasped for breath and inhaling deep mouthfuls of oxygen, you satisfied your burning lungs. However, upon relaxing your breathing, you noticed that the air, if you could call it that- was uncomfortably moist. The whole stomach was humid, actually, with trails of vapor rising from t
pain versus pain/nothing at allpeople often believe that being heartbrokenpain versus pain/nothing at all by seraphiclungs
and having a broken heart are the same.
yesterday, i was reminded
that they are two very different things.
1:02 ami am falling asleep in the white waves:1:02 am by seraphiclungs
my heart is gulping for its own air in a drowned, drowning (dreaming) body
why aren't my eyelids working? i see when i no longer
want to see
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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