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[ ironmaiden720's Gallery ]
IronMaiden720's gallery features curious concepts and creatures that you won't find anywhere else. If I had imaginary friends like these, I wouldn't be afraid of the monsters under the bed.
Imaginary Friends by IronMaiden720 L i g e i a by IronMaiden720 R e v e u r i i by IronMaiden720
Featured by BrokenApollo




[ Darkicewolf's Gallery ]
Some lovely anthro work by DarkIceWolf He pays great attention to shaping the characteristics of his characters and brings life like expressions. Be sure to also check out the bookmarks.

Featured by Muarw



[ Chdelont's Gallery ]
Upon looking in chdelont's gallery, I know I'm viewing something special. These shots are nothing less than stunning, breathtaking, and magnificent -- I'm in awe of this photographer's talent for capturing just the right place at just the right moment. Beautiful.
Under the Same Sky by chdelont Morning Ship by chdelont Surf and Photographer by chdelont
Suggested by Nestalgica
Featured by: rakastajatar





[ <a  href="paperrequiem.deviantart.com/ga…">paperrequiem's Gallery</a> ]
PaperRequiem is one of those young writers whose talented work is already beginning to pop up here and there, and for good reason. His work is full of imagination, and originality, containing a whole variety of meanings and stories. There are many people on DeviantArt who attempt to write about romance and love, but fail miserably because they repeat old ideas. Ryan is definitely someone who can take old concepts and make them new again. My favorite of his poems, the ones I've featured here, are prime examples of his talent. They're lovely, descriptive, and original, a good pick for any feature.
like Trotsky in Mexicoi conjugate apples  to apples
replacing you with
syntactic dribble, spilling onto
my shirt, buttoned
collar to crotch
i am marrying words
like you married your
dolls in the seventh grade
the little weddings, bride
a tacky white christmas tree,
white as pearl, crashing into
a cake, breast-like goblets
as the groom snickered
softly to himself
and slipped the ring
down his throat like
a hook on a fishing line.
she was left, a Great Red Spot
on her Jupiter panties,
a glazed wreck
on the tongue of red velvet.
i break myself on the wheel,
stretched like taffy over a
slow grid, my feet raped
by icy stirrups.
you both watched gleefully
as Joan of Arc burned as paper,
blowing into dust.
he said he wanted your smell
he said he wanted your taste
he wanted to wake up,
his breath all in yours,
his socks, bunched in a
corner of the room
he wanted your children,
and he wanted your life.
but i guess i am just
Trotsky in Meixco,
an icepick in my head.
from afar,
i caught a glimpse of
a disast
Tea From a Grapefruit
sitting here in my lion's chair
drinking tea from a grapefruit
as intellectualism condenses
from a clouded mind—
I want you to love what you cannot have.
I sip soft rain from
the swelling seas bereft
but of white noise and the cry
of bodies crashing upon waves.
can you feel the word of this denominated mind?
but without a sound come
the dropping words that match up
life refrigerator magnets
or adolescent finger paintings
upon my rimmed Raphaels.
does this mean forever and a day equal none?
imagine city skylines
lined with firefly archetypes
and lacking of pollution,
incandescence,
and salesman whispering
through windows.
a sight unseen is but a word untold.
wonder how Marxism worked out
for the lesser of the two
to equate, assimilate, and
innovate the nuances
of technology, of spirit,
and of conformist religion.
will you still feel it tomorrow?
someone once asked
"Do you believe in reincarnation"
and one replied "what am I
now?" as generations divided
skaldsogua hoyden,
hair pulled tight like a boy's
gregarious among seagulls
met Fjalli when
the sky cried.
it wept like a girl
with scraped knees
on the playground.
she took him in
and out of her
like a good German,
and to Valhalla
they pressed against
glass roses
and ate from the riverbed.
all the while,
her lips like
a fish cunt
were pursed and bubbling
with
salty foam which
tasted like the tears
in her hair.
& she thought
a boy
so young
shouldn't be able
to reach that far;
a cadaver on
his gurney to
prod.
she even shaved
that night
before the rocks
became a mattress,
and her spine
a springboard.
there was a
choir of crickets
under her thumb,
and
she watched
as he waxed and he waned
under the grassy
blankets
and she chewed
her tongue softly.

like Trotsky in Mexico | Tea From a Grapefruit | skaldsogu
Featured by: WineWriter




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[ HanaClayWorks's Gallery ]
Not only can HanaClayWorks make some amazing miniatures with her hands, but she also shares what she knows with a range of step-by-step tutorials that show her techniques and are very informative.
Cheesecake + Plate Tutorial by HanaClayWorks Cake Tutorial by HanaClayWorks Tsumami Tutorial by HanaClayWorks
Featured by feetpeet




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