|Welcome to the group! Everyone is welcome to post any kind of DARK, gothic, creepy, scary, horror, and or gory art they want! |
Fan art of any kind is also welcome - as long as it is dark in some way! the definition of dark is not rigid or strictly here either. it can be light and humorous "dark" as well.
We also LOVE Tim Burton here so you are welcome to post ANYTHING Tim Burton related or inspired!
Also anything Halloween related is welcome as well!
The ONLY Rules!
- Please upload to the appropriate gallery folder. if you aren't sure which, feel free to ask. there is also an "other folder" if you're not sure.
- have fun!
- don't be afraid of the dark
also feel free to check out my etsy shop! I make zodiac, new age, wiccan, pagan, and gothic jewelry, charms etc.
the PromiseHer mother left home in the fresh morning to sell vegetables to the fair, with the promise to come back before her bedtime and tell her a story.the Promise by ForestoFairies
Her cousin came in the warm afternoon to say that he had seen her mother dying at the fair ; her last words: "Tell her I didn't forget the promise".
Her bedroom window opened in the humid evening to let a whisper from the distance come in, her mother's voice from the underworld to keep the promise.
VernacularTell me what it means to youVernacular by OuroborosRagnarok
and I'll tell you:
it means nothing to me.
manslaughter of words.
(and it can't be spelt,
Tell me what it means to you,
and I'll tell you:
it means everything to me.
WantWant by Shimaira
He wanted to kill me, but I lived. Now he just wants me.
It was a cold autumn night, though the smell of winter was in the air. I was just returning home from my best friend Mary; together with her boyfriend Kai and my cute neighbour Liam we had devoured several horror movies and probably a kilo of popcorn and chips. They had begged me to stay the night, but I had never been fond of sleepovers- I simply couldn't sleep well under a strange roof.
Liam had even offered to walk me home, the sweetheart. I had declined; I was going to be seventeen in a few months and big girls don't need escorts. That, and Mary only lived a few blocks away from me.
It was well past three in the morning and I relished the cold air, my hands deep in my pockets. As I entered the alley leading to the back of my house I noticed the garbage cans near the side of the road; one of them had been kicked over. I never understood why people enjoy making a mess of things, or worse: destroy stuff that isn't theirs.
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