Hello, and welcome to our lovely little group! Here you can submit your doodles, finished works, and anything you basically want! Now.. Like everything in life; we've got some ground rules.
1.) Nothing NSFW (not safe for work) here, please. It's not that I have a problem with it, but we don't want to accidentally offend someone.
2.) Just like Pie (ALL HAIL) said, the art should be completely by you. No art theft, and don't just take someone's picture and color it in something else. Unless the original artist is okay with it, and you give them credit, then you may go ahead and post his/her picture.
3.)Do not spam this page. DO NOT SPAM THIS PAGE. Please. It's unsightly, it's annoying, and no one wants to have to read/see the same thing over and over again.
4.) Do not use your art to bully others. If you go and waste your time to draw something that personally attacks someone, then you've got an issue. That is not only Cyber Bullying, but also just plain awful. It is intolerable, and I will find you.
5.) You can submit your deviations anytime! Just make sure you only submit 1-4 pieces of artwork per day
6.) Just have fun, please! This is why this group is here. Remember to encourage and comment to each other. You have no idea how words can really boost someone up.
Thanks for taking your time to read what I had to say. Thanks again!
HEY! You don't JUST have to enter manga/anime/cute things. If the group members are okay with it, you can submit any form of art! (Just, you know, not nudity.) Don't be shy to ask!
oakrot part 1 work in progessLong ago there was just the wild. A never ending horizon of green trees. But then something happened, something so small akin to a spark. But like a spark, something so insignificant that could die in a moment, but if it were to walk down another path it could cause a towering inferno. Man came with sharp axes, hacking away at supple wood. They would skin and gauge it until it was unrecognisable. A chair. A house. Boats. All once were great oaks, torn down and perversely mutilated until their dead corpses were just another tool for man. And they were the lucky ones. The rest were tossed into burning hungry furnaces, fuelling man’s industry and painting the sky black with smog. A world of wood was now one of steel and stone. In the corners of the world, the wilds huddled. A tiny shard of what once was. Soon to be consumed, like all the rest. But something happeded, man made a mistake. And soon the towering cities were empty. Bereft of the lights of industry and the endless uproari