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Click the "join group" button at the top of the page, OR leave a comment and an admin will send you an invitation to join. And please advertise for us once you join!
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Go to the "submit deviation" button at the top of our page. If you want to contribute an older artwork from you gallery, go inside our gallery and click the "submit a deviation to this gallery" button at the top of the page, then select "contribute existing deviation". YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SUBMIT FOUR DEVIATIONS PER MONTH. Additional images will not be accepted.
All submissions are put to vote so an admin may look over the submission first to be sure it is suitable for the club, so please be patient as there will be a slight delay as the admins review the piece of work.
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Survival of the FittestSurvival of the Fittest by FayeleneFyre
The evening had been full of terror on the inner-borders of the woods of Hyrule. In these woods today, anything short of a Kokiri was fair game for hunting. The woods were still out of fear. One could hear a ghost in these haunting winds if they listened hard enough.
Once upon a time, these woods had a guardian against poachers- a deku of great courage and determination. She was fierce, and legends said she spat fire. It had been eight years now that she disappeared. Some forest folk assumed wolfos had gotten her. Some proclaimed she returned to an old home she once missed... Many others say she ran away with another deku from the woods to seek a sanctuary up north. All that was fact was that the forest entry was no longer guarded from these poachers and supposedly not a trace of her was left in these woods...
With the inner borders no longer guarded by this fire-spitting deku, poachers were now at its woodland fence-sides. Deku were a high-demand for their deku nuts and wooden skin am
Entries from High School '14 #3Basket CaseEntries from High School '14 #3 by A-nomie
I could sit here and say something dorky about how you remind me of Cheerios or how we might be seen as the corner pieces of a puzzle that'll never match or just try to convey what I want to say with song quotes but that will just be me avoiding the point I'm wanting to make.
I like you and you kinda sorta possibly like me. So does that mean we could live forever, together for eternity? Well eternity's a long time; maybe a month, a year, a spring without rain and a summer without shine?
A good friend of mine said I should write you letters but to me what's the point of a letter I'll probably never send. Yet I still write it anyway.
By the time this probably reaches you we'll probably already be said and done in the inevitable future that is to come due to I who more than likely screwed up along the way and made you hate me more than I would even like to say. What's funny though is that while self expression in words is said to mend but I just wish I could keep writing a sto
Entries from High School '13 #2Yet Nothing DoesEntries from High School '13 #2 by A-nomie
I've been holding my breath
going through the tunnel of life
just waiting for something to happen,
-Tick tick tick,
Yet nothing does.
So I return to the pale ending
Due to being lost at the brink of beginning
This still life framed within another
Plausible futures torn asunder
-Tick tick tick
Yet nothing does.
For where art thou who shan't not and could not
Be he who shall create and innovate
A world filled with blissful harmonious pleasures
Of choirs that know no measure
For if the ticking should ever end
Would life remember to begin?
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