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Digital Art:


2013 Halloween by kotsukiyuka  Commission CyberPunkSammy by TotalArtFreak  Tenshi Hinanawi by shinyskymin  Wolf-Cover Anna that the beach, buy it now by MemorialComics
<da:thumb id="463888086"/> <da:thumb id="461262348"/>  Dance with me again by Elia87  
Portrait study by hugo-richard   Chained - CE + Speedpaint by jellification  Caribu Saman by LawlietteRyu
The Man of Many Names by LadyNightengale  Commission (Underwater) by Realm1993



Traditional Art:


Fun Times by OgonoArtFamily  Request 4: Angie by RenRoyal China Design by dnewlenox  old sentry sarah by ghostgirl6529 
Get your head together by MadFretsy <da:thumb id="459775585"/> <da:thumb id="459232866"/>  Masquerade of Death by Harmony-Walls

D00R: Vidu and Sedna by Adorael <da:thumb id="452600499"/>  skulls and fish by noiaillustration  Daffodil.Evening in the Castle. by Olevelaya
air board by permanentlow 


Photography:


<da:thumb id="456643013"/> <da:thumb id="464494008"/>  Apotheosis by DaniBabitz  Dark Side by LeaLipPhotography

Sometimes it's really close... by estachos  Architecture by DeeMaaH  Chinese architecture by kimmyjune  May 17th by FramedByNature
View From The Top Repro by CapturingTheNight  The Way Out by kilkennycat  .toge. by dasTOK  Curves in the Mersey by 4420
<da:thumb id="115665578"/>  ........... by Laihiliel  Camellias II by DollyPrincess


Literature/Poetry:


Being happy with your artI've noticed lately, that there's this emotion that leaves people overwhelmed with the massive amount of good art in the community, thinking that they can never become as good or popular as those others. So sad, because skill or popularity in itself shouldn't be the major goal of an art community. I think many people who start out here get so overwhelmed that they forget what it's actually about.
About popularity
Many people out here, sign up to DeviantArt (or any internet art community) in order to publish their work on the internet. They've probably looked around for a while already. They saw those amazing artists that had millions of pageviews, and secretly hoped that by putting their art on the internet, they would be able to do the same. To become madly popular -- a community icon.
Well, sorry to burst your bubble; but it's probably not gonna happen. And if it's gonna happen; it's not going to be soon.
According to DeviantArt, the website has over 31 million
  Of the Feline NatureWhen he opened his eyes, the lost prince didn't know how that came to be.  He remembered the poisoned blade sinking into his chest. It's funny how he recalled the poison in such detail now… - he didn't it until that very instant.
The stink of it was in his nostrils. It clung to his clothing, his hair, oozed out of his very pores. There was blood crusted in the corner of his mouth. He could still taste it- he remembered it filling up his mouth-remembered choking on it.
He could feel his heart throbbing behind broken bone. The stirring of trauma induced nausea gripped his body so hard that he felt it convulsing of its own accord.
Out came the acrid bile, the foul tasting poison, the arterial blood...
But, even during these convulsions, he felt a presence. It felt oddly familiar. Powerful, yet soothing. He felt heat resonating...so, not vampiric. He smelt spices, musk.
His mind struggled to remember. It was just...right ...there, if only he could...
No, his mind was far too mur
  The Wild WavesThe Wild Waves
The waves struck the shoreline violently, throwing spume high into the air. Gradually the sea awoke… “Why do I pound the shore like this?” it wondered. The sea calmed but gradually the waves resumed their pounding. ‘It just seems… right…” it thought.
It tried to sense its surroundings, but as it opened its senses it quickly became overwhelmed by the sheer massive numbers of living things within it, not to mention the various currents and so forth. In an effort to preserve its sanity it tried desperately to shut down its senses but it couldn’t remain that way for long. In a secondary attempt it condensed itself into a much smaller portion of its former body. As it did so the water which composed it gradually coalesced into a physical form much like a cross between the humans who sometimes swam in its shores and the fish swimming within its depths. The body was feminine, human from the waist up, but possessed a fish-like t
  Old RecordsOld Records
filmy photographs of us
remind me of old vinyls.
tired records playing back nostalgia.
clarion pitches of harmony
with bass coated in dissonance. 
wooden door cracking on the corners,
sunlight peeking through our glass windows,
sitting easily on the windowsill.
dust bunnies doing the waltz together,
swaying in the summer air,
prancing on the armrests
of our couches and old loveseat.
it's mocha colored exterior,
the holder of many java caresses,
as well as our fonder embraces.
your legs intertwined in mine
as you held my cheeks
between your warm fingers,
laughter filling the air,
like the scent of coffee beans.
before time stopped for a moment,
and i could taste the sugar
on your tongue.
when the AC stopped working,
our door opened to the outside,
becoming a portal to the hustling streets.
taxi drivers waiting to be flagged down
in the wrestling heat.
children riding their bikes,
their wheels rotating 360 degrees,
360 degrees, and 360 degrees.
a spinning cycle of


The Laughing PlagueIt was midwinter when the laughter overtook us.
I never saw how it started.  The media said it was a boy, one of the seniors, who suddenly doubled over just outside the school building.  I know because they interviewed him an awful lot.  I do remember seeing one of those interviews.  It was live, and halfway through some silly question about whether this had happened to him before he just started sobbing.  Said he had no clue why.
Later, the social scientists said that televising it might have been a bad idea.  Since the most likely cause for our symptoms was mass hysteria, they said, watching someone do it was exactly what could make you do it.  Like catching a yawn.
But we didn’t know that then.  Or at least that one reporter didn’t.  They said she called in sick from work.  We all had a guess what the sickness was by then.  It had already caught maybe 50 people from school.  Seemed unstoppable.
I guess I got sca
  Magentashe liked to face the general direction of applause.
she would devour entire poems but in haste,
she only thought in phrases (that had a nice ring).
micro-scrutiny,
a metronome was kept ticking by her desk-
a table of conversion to chew the syllables as they
rumbled past in clumsy, skewed boots with forced perspectives.
she kept her instruments gold-plated, silver-washed;
on the inside they were mahogany,
wood from sheared toothpicks lying in drains or
chopsticks ground down at a dinner table-
pickings from a heap of discarded things.
her eyes seemed to shine like gilded awe,
upon closer inspection it was found that
the reflective wonderment lighting up her face
was due to tiny metallic fragments
embedded in her watercolour irises
(from standing too closely to stage lights
directed on a podium when they imploded).
she goes to sleep being introspective.
she doesn't drink coffee because
either way she stays up all night,
tossing and turning over and over again to avoid
the faces of every
  Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.

She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.
Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feathers. I feel hollow, weak, like I just might blow away in the wind with this fairytale reaching across my tongue. I feel her lips against mine; my heart starts to beat too fast and I feel a tingling sensation across my chest. I think my lungs are going to catch fire.
He likes to run the broken sidewalk and sing love songs to the moon. He doesn't ne
  At The SeamsShe believed in miracles and
beautiful things; happy endings
and love at first sight. The unknown
terrified her and the lonely beckoned.
She wanted to see the world as a place
of peace, where everyone lived the life
they sought out and everything
went according to plan. Rose buds
bloomed where they should and casualties
never happened where they shouldn't.
She lived for the day and
danced among the stars at night.
But the glimmer and shine of all things
will come to rust, as all things do.
Her stars will one day fall from their perch
onto unsuspecting dreamers below.
Reality smothers all she holds precious
until she has to come up for air, never
realizing she was even holding
her breath in the first place.
The truth of it all will come to hurt;
it has to. Because everyone will fall apart.
Someday.

Artisan Crafts:

Green Agate Wire Wrapped Pendant by BlockheadGaming  Steampunk Pirates 4 by Elenatintil <da:thumb id="466310456"/>  Earrings 041 by zeleck
Chaos finished by coldfang22   Itachi : Paper Child by OodlesofRamen  Hyper Realistic Grey Fox Room Guardian by AnyaBoz 
SOLD HAND MADE Life Sized Golden Cheetah Cub! by Wood-Splitter-Lee  Black dragon with tiny mouse friend by DragonsAndBeasties  Kiricus - Poseable Water Dragon - SOLD by SonsationalCreations


Cosplay:


Anime Expo 2014 1 by ThaCraZedDoktor  Here I am offering you my precious time by Kal-Art  Silent Hill by LadyNightengale <da:thumb id="466320957"/>
Malthael, the reaper of soul made by...a girl xD by SakuraFlamme  [ Join me ... ] by Villageshope  Manaka Mukaido by Nanei-chan  The Last of Us - Clicker WIP by PinkJusticeCosplay
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Thank you for the feature! (: