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+600 Watchers Request | CLOSED
Since I reached +600 watchers i'll be taking more requests
I still have those Christmas request that I need to finish so please be patient with me!
I also won't respond to your comment if I accepted your request, I want it to be a surprise!
I WILL have some rules of course and list stuff that I can and I can't draw!
Um...This will end on March 10th (My b-day)
I will only draw ONE character per person! You can link all your characters, but i'll only choose one!
Please don't get upset if I don't choose you
Excerpt of 'Two-Hundred Years Later . . .'
Location: Zone A-5
Prior Designation: Unknown
Time: 14:15 Hours
Year: 2222 A.D.
Humanity’s darkest era began on the sandy beaches of Zone A-5. Crowds of people stood scattered on the beach, unaware of what was coming.
Many were frolicking in the waves. Some were swimming. Some were sunbathing. Some were surfing.
Danush (or “Dan”) raised a hand. “Hey Reggie!” he called. “Hurry up, dude! The waves are comin’!”
Reggie—a blond, long-haired boy of about twenty—jogged towards Dan, a surfboard on his shoulder. “Alright!” he grinned.
Dan and Reggie were lifelong friends. They had come on a small break from campus to catch some waves.
Demoniac Angel \|/ First chapter (amuroa)
Although it is the father of thousand torments and deaths, the Christianity genius still is delivered of awe-inspiring wonders of voice, quill and stone. The Notre-Dame Cathedral kept its prestigious position and its ye olde splendor, and avoided to die out its taste for exception and power of symbol, already being seen an helpless and burnt priest; its majestic towers dominated on the parvis with their stained glass and their thousand colors crown, which was conceived and put to be caressed by the Divine sun by its light dress. Inside, the nave was immersed by the lovely colors ballet from the rose window. It embraced the austere, quiet and mysterious ambiance within the cathedral as a wedding veil owned feminine and warm shades.
At the end of the nave, half hidden by the darkness lightly sprinkled by the glimmer of the tallow candles made them sweat, both women penetrated in the sacred place.
They minced in going at the center, there where the light from the glass rose gave off its r
Litany for MayhemEverything is so cold
Everything is so dark
And in the numbness, Bold
And Splendid Spell, Spark !
His Mind is Madness,
In his Madness is Genius !
Dead ! in the dastardly darkness !
Dare destroying voice and void !
From Your Dark past,
Per, Promised for life eternal !
Perfect are Your Dear, Deadly
Demons ! Sacred Soul, spell us !
O ! From the night,
Hard and cursed
Screamings ! burst bright Your
Blood on this floor
We To taste joyless joys !
O ! Thu Prince of Death !
You Great who did
Mayhem with Mercy
Damned by deary
Life ! This funeral fog !
His Mind is Madness
In His Madness is Genius !
Per and Prince ! Play
For the freezing moon !
Demoniac Angel \|/ Second chapter (amadi)
"Ophelia", her carewound mother said when she, her daughter and her husband were walking in the streets of Paris. "Honey, what he has said to you ? I want to know it !
- Mommy", Ophelia answered in attempting to make up disturbed reality. "Believe me even if my purpose will let you queries: he has simply said to me my beauty is comparable to Holy Virgin, and I own all her grace. Any manipulator and/or twisted comments are not left from his mouth. His hands is not predatory and he has completed his sentence at the moment where Daddy is come."
Her mother let out a cry of relief, soothing her disfigured face by the fear of a huge fate.
"Lorenzo," she spoke vehemently to his husband. "Please, stop believing so horrible stories ! I see very well you don't help her for becoming woman, even when she is 15 years old. You terribly need a psychiatrist for hunting and killing your demence that eats you up.
- Martha," Lorenzo answered a bit severely to his spouse. "I would not like that this where
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