|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.
True RomanticYou know what I miss?True Romantic by TigerSlinx
I miss when you would cry and
I knew that it meant something
The world was hard but you were harder and
It had to get real tough to so much as scratch the surface
I don't know what happened
Maybe you forgot
What those days were like
It's like you've let your guard down
You've gotten too comfortable
I want to know what happened
To us against the world
Because right now it's just me fighting for you
And you still cry sometimes but your tears aren't worth much
And I still fight for you when maybe I should be fighting to be free
Instead, I want to take you out tonight
Somewhere with candle light
Maybe I'll slip you something that goes down easy
And puts you down for good
I could, I should, I would
It would be so easy
The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 2The Ghost of Bone Mill and The Infinite Man: 2 by TomCranham
Christ what’ve I gotten myself into? I’m scared. I can’t think or sit still or sleep. I’m not myself. Steph knows it. She asks me what’s up and I lie, I tell her nothing’s wrong, that I’m just tired. Truth is, I’m petrified and don’t want to worry her. I was going to ring you, but I had to take stock, think things over. I’m sitting in the garden under the evening sun, but talking to John has left me feeling as if I’m lost in the Arctic.
From the moment I returned home from work Annabel was whining and scratching at the door to get out. I tried to comfort her, found her toys and biscuits. Nothing worked. So I gave in. I clipped on her lead, grabbed the torch, locked the door behind me and was dragged towards the mills by a little dog that choked herself with every step. My arms ached. I shouted at her to stop pulling. She sat and looked up at me with her big brown ey
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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