THE ONLY AND ORIGINAL HANZU |
MY OWN WEBSITE! Go check it out :3 (I made it by myself, hih)
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Hello my little friends : 3
Long story short, I am a digital/traditional artist. I like to think I have a good sense of humor , but I think no one else will understand it ( It's good,because...well...yeah.It's really..uhm..like pervert? : )
But I'm 18 years old girl from Finland, and so BIG Lavi fan : 33 (My walls is full of Lavi -pictures :'D Not a weeaboo) heh. So, almost all my drawings is about D.Gray-man.
I'm studying to Graphic Designer in Sataedu, Nakkila.
And I'm in a relationship with
Is that all you need to know? If you want know something,then ask D
+ I do those art trades and those little 'suprise' drawings but I don't want you to give those points or something : 3 It's like..FREE D (Because is so awesome to see that everyone likes my drawings. So :3) [If you request me, you have to give me change tosay no too, even I first said yes.. Like if I don't want to draw something like "OH DRAW ME AND ITACHI KISSING".. You have to understand that I don't want draw something I don't like or what doesn't bring me some inspiration etc.]
But nothing anymore : 3
^ My fan group made by my dear friend ;_; ^
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It felt like needles piercing through her skin. Thousands and millions of sharp needles caressing her face and hands, and peeling off her skin. It spread quickly, from the wound on her thigh through her whole body. But she could feel every bit of it. As if it happened in slow motion: The battle faded into darkness with all the screaming and fighting noises, with the people she cared for and who gladly offered their lives for humanity. But it was her life that was taken today. Not that she was mad about it, it was more or less ironic. The girl who was seen as arrogant and careless stood up in front of someone and took a bullet. It was irrational. But does rationality matter in a moment like this? In a moment where everything faded from the spotlight and her mind focused on what was happening to her.
It burned. It hurt worse than the wound from the bullet itself. Looking down at her hands through her already blurred vision, Livia cou