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AntithesisOfASoul

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I am letting all of DA know that I am trying to come and read all of the tributes and comments all of you have written for my beloved husband, Edward. I am so blessed by all of your kindness and love you have shown him. Thanks so much. Marcie(Ed's widow)

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I am letting all of DA know that I am trying to come and read all of the tributes and comments all of you have written for my beloved husband, Edward. I am so blessed by all of your kindness and love you have shown him. Thanks so much. Marcie(Ed's widow)

Featured

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C: Halloween Ravensheart (shaded) 2

:D

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fun fun fun til her daddy takes the t-bird away

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Free Him

Fun

15 deviations
Literature

A Leech in Friend's Clothing

I met a glass man By the name of Sorrow, Who befriended me. And a more lovely friend There never was, Who said all the right things And pressured me Into thrills I came to love. But I was just A child. And, ha. That status Was imaginary. I took a closer look One day And saw that the eyes were Dead. Sorrow drained me Of my life, Filling up, up, up its hollowness. I raised a bat In taut, shriveled hands, With eyes barely cradled In brittle boned sockets, Dry rattling each breath. The blank face-mold Never left As I Cracked it wide open, in half. My shoes Were drenched in The very essence Of my soul. It rose like fumes Back in me. I regained my vigour. I breathed smoothly. I befriended happiness Instead.

VIP1

109 deviations

All You Need Is Love-LBGTQ+ collection

197 deviations
Literature

Blue Tides

Is it over? I'm not coming up for air, but I can breathe again feel my skin again, pain is real again I'm on the side of this mountain stranded looking back at the last twenty-five thousand steps thinking it should feel like an accomplishment and this milestone, is a stone's throw from the last milestone maybe the climb is everything, it means so much that it has become a nihilistic paradise, devoid of any true meaning My work, this novel is the mountain and I am more afraid of becoming a decrepit fake, a clay smile baked from the same cookie dough pattern cutout under the same hot bulb that teaches us to laud ourselves at the altar of social media our efforts, my accounts, not my experiences by all accounts, but my damn accounts what are these worth? To a man in a crypt above ground what are they worth? Flowers at my concrete foot would be worth more for the thought I say, let's light this dumpster fire, and my most responsible inhibitions say no, try, if for nobody else

collector's collection

830 deviations
Fenris

DragonAge Love

344 deviations
Literature

Children of the Fae

Do you come seeking light The light serves only To reveal the shadow The shadow serves only To accentuate the light They are one and the same The unity of duality A magnet with poles Seasons ever changing Cycles turning and turning All bound together In an unbroken chain Of death and birth Both young and old Both savage and civil Both beatific and wicked Both fire and ice We are like nature itself We are not hiding We are everywhere You’ve forgotten how to see us How to smell us on the ocean breeze Hear us in a baby's cry We are the cosmos singing We are volcanic laughter rumbling We are the silence of the void We are leaves stretched h

Icarus and Sun love

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Highlights of a decade...

The Pops Files

150 deviations
Frog-E Junior

Adorableville

169 deviations
Coloring Page

Glyphron's Treasure Trove

243 deviations

Races of Aigeela

#AigeelaARPG (https://www.deviantart.com/aigeelaarpg) Within Aigeela, there are two Races, Primals and Ancients. These two races break down into several species. A big difference in these two races are how they are used in the group. Primals are the main species, having import sheets and typically are the race that is meant to be used, however, you may create a profile for an Ancient, which can be RP'd but are not the main focus of the group. Primals: The first beings on Aigeela, they were created in the image of the Guardian's themselves. They do look like animals, but they are sentient beings. They have their own languages, cultures within each species, and create their own

Arkhos

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Aedan's Astonishing Gems

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Otosan

Thilyarem Noodle Fun

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Ghaoil 228

My Lovelies

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How to become a master

Hot Damn

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Notre Dame

My hopes and prayers go out to the people of France over this devastating event. Notre Dame is not only a beauty of architectural artwork, but a monument of such historical significance, its loss can not be counted. I am grateful to the fire-fighters who, so far, have been able save as much as possible of this world historical landmark, and the heart beat of Paris. I am hopeful that historians, artists, architects, enthusiasts, and all manner of people will join together to rebuild and restore Notre Dame to its former glory, that it might survive even longer. Notre Dame has stood for almost a millennium, we cannot let it fall now.

Dire Stories of Intriguing Appeal

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Literature

Who is your friend?

Who is your friend? When all is said and done Do you support them to the bitter end? or when the tide has turned against them cut and run Who is your friend? Who is your friend? Are they the ones who butter up your pride? who never seek to borrow but just lend or are they those who stand there by your side Who is your friend?

Roddy9uk's Mournful Wanderings

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Literature

Oura - Night Has Fallen - Dark Waters

Words could not describe Oura’s dread as the black skies bloomed red. Her light was fading as quick as the sun’s and she knew she would have to sleep soon. This place wouldn’t give her the choice.  Her stomach twisted knots as she tried to smile at Cerberus. The puppy gave her a hungry look. She swallowed. He had just eaten, and their blood pact was still fresh, so everything should be safe, right? The warnings of her tomes still hung heavy in the air. How long would she be able to trust him? She hoped long enough for him to recover a bit more. It would take more than a meal or two to get his muscles strong again. Perhaps h

Erebus

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Literature

A Lesson in Perseverance

Recently I chanced upon a video Of a most humble beginning It was a small concert And the venue was a backyard The stage a sound-absorbing blanket With the suburbs all around Performing in the backyard During a garden party Was Swedish power metal band ReinXeed Who would later change their name To Majestica Personally I think their journey speaks To all artists And I know that for me It was a surprise in two parts It was a surprise To see Tommy Johansson Riffing and belting there And not on massive stages Running around And making the people roar Years after the fact That all took place When he joined up with Sabaton Giants of the pow

IMAGINARIUM

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Venus

Trexin's Wonderland

233 deviations
Literature

Ambush

   Mustaffa paced, his boots digging grooves into  the sand with every step. He’d experienced more than his fair share of danger, it was part of the job, turns out that lugging priceless goods through an open area countless miles from society was just begging to have them stolen. But venturing through Golden Dragon Territory, the thought alone would send chills down even the most battle-hardened veteran’s spine.   The territory was a huge swath of land tyrannically ruled by twin sister ravagers. They attacked swiftly and brutally, offering no mercy to anyone who would dare set foot in their precious lands. Their cruelty knew no b

SOULS

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Sensitive

Deep Thoughts Given Great Consideration

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Gift - Queen Sealy

Nocturne's Menagerie of Wonders

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Minty Fresh Wonders

57 deviations
The Witches

Riches From Middle Earth

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Literature

Parallax Realms, part 9

The night passed into morning, but no one near her could have told. A small watch on her wrist ticked out the time. She sighed, rose from her bedroll, and stretched.                “How far is it now?”              She shook her head. “You’re not picking up any scents?”              He nodded. “I’m picking up thousands… but they’re all plants. No blood for miles.”              “So, no one’s dead at least.”              “I wouldn’t rely on my snout, Kery. The odor of the Root is unbelievable – every mind-numbing scent, both good and bad, ov

Striders Realm-AKA Churro Land for Czernoboch XD

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Mckinleys Artistic Majesty

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Lunar Beast OC - Jonah

Fellow Lunar Beast OCs -Non Canon

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Guide me through darkness - re-manip meme

Jeamsero's Wonderland

174 deviations
A Bit Shy

Kitty's Play house

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FIGMENT QUESTLINE

Twisted's Fun House

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Xol Will of the Thousands

Varden Garden

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underappreciated queen

Sparks of Wonderment

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The Invisible Court

Barosusian Verse and Prose

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The Land of Opportunity

Hazel's Grace

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Literature

spend the day alone

long and far away in time and mind and spirit on a coast untouched by foreign greed, though deeply felt by want and need beneath a light sheet of mist, lay two lovers fortune had kissed as picturesque as a tarot card pressing, yet as fortuitous as a heaven-sent blessing you'll never be admired, set down an alarm beside your pyre you'll never be beloved for how it feels to rise to a plateau above there will always be scars from the first lashing hear the waves a-crashin' upon the steep cliffside approach, withdraw, bluff suicide softly whispering nothing sweet the tide rolls your own blood across your feet as surely as sea spray washes away memories of those days return to sleep in the mired, murky, greatness return to eternity and drift back to your mattress your horizontal throne- oblivion, the regal abyss where you always are, what you've always known go back into your coastal cave and spend the day alone the lovers, they understood each card brings its own

HypnoHappyEvil Files by EvilHappy

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Literature

disgust

CONTENT WARNINGS: insects, insect death, drowning, unsanitary, suicidal ideation there's a fly in my iced tea. metaphor and meaning come later in the literal world, i stare at the speck. i wonder if the tea would be safe to drink if i spilled only enough into the sink to get the fly out. the correct reaction is instant disgust at the thought, to assume the carcass has contaminated the entire drink, but it floats in one area and my stare is numb filth lost its shock and charm disgust is a fact of my life. there's an ache in my teeth that tells me i got halfway through my cup, the one in my hands, before the fly landed but i can see that despite my eyes decaying. the eyes are scratched glasses that give me headaches. the teeth are cavities, probably. my teeth are rotting out of my head but i have no insurance and barely any money so i have no help. there's an itch in my scalp that's persisted for as long as i remember. lice and fleas were the explanations people who hated me jumped

OC's by the OP Yamila

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Literature

10.02.19

worrying in the quiet. if you're not okay, then I'm not okay.

Inventions Most Profound

155 deviations
Literature

Feelings

I wish I could go back to the day we met I thought I was finally happy, and yet though things seemed fine on the surface it seemed that the deeper you go it would only get worse I'd send you a message, only to be ignored just a toy for you to play with when you got bored I helped you through the worst of situations but would you do the same for me? at this point i'd say probably not since ignoring me is what you do best, running away from your problems so you don't have to face them, using every excuse in the book for your actions as if i'd keep taking them. We talked about this before, many times it would seem that i'll never get through

LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELand

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Obviously the answer is... Worcestershire Sauce.

The S.I.R. Goober Files and other Wonders

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Literature

The Bridal Altar

There was a woman betrayed and abandoned by her cruel husband. On her deathbed, she made her daughter pledge to never marry any man on the face of the earth. But the daughter did fall in love. “What can we do?” she asked her sweetheart. “I love you, but I am a woman of my word who would never break a vow like my father did to my mother.” Her sweetheart smiled and brought her underground into the labyrinth of Mammoth Cave, where they exchanged their vows and fulfilled a promise, surrounded by ancient formations as witnesses.

Serenity Found Purely In Literary Sources

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Literature

Starry Wistfulness

I'd love to live in a cottage on the outskirts of a town, up on a hill, secluded a bit by trees and undergrowth, but able to watch the world. I'd work in a small bookstore in town, a nice walk away. The train would take me to the nearest city for all the conveniences therein. I'd have a cat and a dog who would be besties. I'd sit in the shade of a café's courtyard with them and read, faint busker music playing from somewhere nearby. I'd find them afterwards, put some money in their case and retire home, make myself something nice to eat, like a plant-based shepherd's pie, dancing barefoot in the candelight to Tchaikovsky by myself, 'cos all I need is myself—and my cat and my dog. And it'd be nice.

Peculiarity Builds Familiarity, Precarious Or Not

319 deviations
Gaze of a Lifetime

Brand New Shine Old Soul Overseerneversleeps

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Literature

Syne Lang

To my dear friend: I have been defensive and abrasive, crass towards all you do that I broke something, a switch, a wall, a barrier my insecurity, breached this taboo your bookkeeping made me feel I had done what I could hope I set out to alas, I am afraid of acts of love, they play like an encroaching silhouette the smoking barrel of a gun somehow held in my hand placed to the back of my foreshadowed heart which is barely there, but for the shallow pulse attracting beautiful souls, somehow, a ghost of the pen that my words are not who I am and never will be, or have been and always are, a paradox of art that to feel this is the work of poetry to explain it away is to tear the imaginary papyrus apart my friend, I will never be capable of who you are I did my lost time, and time again, I can't trust myself not to drag this edge too far that I couldn't survive the guilt is self-preservation, not protection for I will not bear anyone the burden of these scars though I am sorry, truly more than I can feel that you had to be you, my dear friend, that this- all had to be real.

Treasures of the Heart Most Profound

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Gangster Detective Unabridged

I Left My Heart In West Town- Stories in Noir

57 deviations

Bubs and Friends

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