|My first ever design for a humanised transformer. This is Redsky which i am currently using in a rp in which she plays a mercenary. she is by far one of my best drawings and i love this piece|
The Other Side of The RailsHere I stand on the cold white rails. Looking down at the flowing water beneath him. Ready for it to carry me away from all of the pain and misery I have been entrapped by for what seemed like an eternity. The cold breeze chilled the back of my neck and as i hold his arms out wide, i took what i hoped would be one final, deep breath.The Other Side of The Rails by hells-disasterpiece
“Never thought you would find yourself on this side of the bridge did you brother?” spoke a young, soothing voice. I freeze. my body shocked by the sudden interruption. my head slowly turns and my eyes are greeted by the ghost of my past. For there stands the figure of my deceased friend. The very friend who met his end by the same means as i myself intended to do so by this very night.
I turn my attention to the flowing waters again and speak in a quiet tone
“You would know....You're the one who's been here before....tell me Nero...What's it like....dying”
“In a word...Pe
Should IShould I tell youShould I by hells-disasterpiece
Should I say
Or keep it quiet
And just walk away
I want to speak
What’s on my mind
So many things
And feelings combined
It’s in my heart
This unusual feeling
Confusing, but hurting
I really need healing
It does make sense
But this anger is meaningless
I just can’t understand
Why I feel so jealous…
Sasuke needs the carSasuke knocked lightly on the bedroom door before calling in a soft , quiet voice.Sasuke needs the car by hells-disasterpiece
“Itachi...Itachi are you there?” He waited patiently for a few moments before sighing
“Oh sod it...I'm Coming in Itachi”. As Sasuke walked through the bedroom door he looked around at the room which belonged to his older brother. Clothes lay crumpled on the floor in a surprisingly uncharacteristic display of laziness which did not suit his elder brother. The television was on yet remained on a low volume. Sasuke turned his eyes to his brothers bed and found Itachi sprawled out like a starfish sound asleep despite it being the early hours of the evening.
“Itachi....Oi Itachi!” Sasuke huffed as he prodded his brother with a pointed finger.
Itachi groaned and half heartedly tried to swat Sasuke's hand away before rolling over onto his back and muttering
“ Whaaaaat . Sasuke what do you want now?” Itachi sat up and ru
SongI sing his name softly as I sleep,
hearing echoes of him while I dream,
my thoughts in slumber like a tumbling stream,
his syllables bring calmness to the deep.
I sing his name quietly in my days,
a constant sountrack to my own existence;
knowing however far or near the distance
he's lighting my life with the brightest rays.
I sing him, dreaming, waking, in-between.
I sing him while I daydream, my sweet dove
who fills my life so fully with his love
that keeps my heart alive, and pure, and clean.
If life's a journey through the mists of time,
may his ever fall step-by-step with mine.
hey guys. im an artistic student who mainly focuses on sketches and designs. im an insane character. anyone on here that has met me will verify that ha ha ha ha. im very keen on my art and often create emotional pieces|
im into heavy metal such as slipknot , slayer , upon a burning body , as i lay dying and five finger death punch. i like horrors such as grave encounters and paranormal activity. i play manhunt occasionally which is a great game to play at night as it tests your senses and running and hiding skills.
when im drawing i like to listen to music so that i can zone out of the world and concentrate more on what i am drawing.