I made some wallpapers: well, i'd like to know what you think.
some of my fave pics so far: http://shineing-darkness.deviantart.com/art/Have-A-Seat-102494427 http://shineing-darkness.deviantart.com/art/Casting-a-Shadow-102492886 http://shineing-darkness.deviantart.com/art/Ready-to-Shoot-96234843 http://shineing-darkness.deviantart.com/art/A-Little-Smile-102491530 I'll update when i get more pics, and i'm sorry for the watermarks D: I'd like some feedback, if you don't mind.
Well my computer needs new Anti-Virus softwear, anyone knoe something good? thanx.
Well my friends and I were looking through some of the images of the chracters and came up with a theory about why Ven and Roxas look the same. The theory is that Ven would be Sora's father, and somehow it explains everything.
well, I'm at Twilight Town trying to defeat the replica, but he keeps using 'dark aura' and I burn through my cards trying to break his. can anyone help?
I like making these^^
This is the story for one of my OCs I'm giving this story a PG-13 rating. it might be somewhat disturbing to some people just a warning The Broken Glass It was dark, all the lights were out and the sky was hidden behind thick clouds. Lightning struck, revealing sixteen bodies sprawled allover the floor. Among them were eleven males and five females. Three of the males were children, the oldest no more than ten-years-old. With the boom of thunder one of the children started to move. He appeared to be the youngest, he could not be older than four-years-old. With another flash of lightning the gold and silver color of his hair could be seen, his pale skin was almost completely covered in blood. The stunning blue color of his eyes, which shone with the smallest amount of light, had become dull and lifeless. When the next boom of thunder came, the boy stiffened. Another flash of light. In the time he was able to see the boy looked around. Pure terror filled him as he took in the scene around him. He crawled to his mother’s side. “Mamma? Mamma!?†he asked alarmed, shaking her shoulders. He got no response. Tears started to fill his eyes as the door was slammed open. The intruders’ flashlights blinded the boy. One man made his way over to the boy, being careful not to step on the bodies. He grabbed the boy’s arm. “Did you do this!?†His voice was deep and rough, almost like the growl of an animal. All the boy could do was cringe back in fear. The man had taken his response as a ‘yes’. Without another word he dragged the boy out into the pouring rain. The boy screamed in protest. After five minuets of a fuss, they got the boy into the van. He was then knocked out to keep him quite. The men proceeded to drive away. The boy woke not too long later. The back of the van was filled with people. Many were large men. They all looked as if they had been taken out of nowhere. The boy became afraid and curled himself into a ball in the corner. He started to cry, he had no idea what was going on. At that moment the van came to an abrupt stop. Everyone was herded into a large stone structure. Inside it was dark and cold. The walls were bare and the windows were tall, but thin. The stone walls and floor were grey, nothing really to look at. It seemed to be an old style type of place, much like most of the places in the area. They were walked one at a time into the next room. Screams could be clearly heard after each one went in. The boy was next in line. He shook with fear as he entered the dimly lit room. The light came from a small fire. There were rods with their ends stuck in the flames. The boy was forced onto a bench, face-down. The worker took one of the rods form the fire and burned the numbers ‘4131’ into the boy’s back. The boy let out a loud, ear splitting scream. “You are number 4131. Remember that, it’s who you are now!†the worker said. Tears flowed from his eyes as he was forced into the next room. The men ahead of him seemed to feel sorry for the poor boy. After he was done in all the rooms the sun had started to come up. The boy, now known as 4131, had a collar placed around his neck, his hands cuffed, and was changed into a pair of grey sweatpants. He was now sitting in a small cell by himself. His eyes were dead as he lay on his side on the cot in the corner. He had given up on crying. He was sure he’d spend the rest of his life here.
http://shineing-darkness.deviantart.com/art/An-Escape-96221678 This has to be one of my favorite photos that I've taken. I would like some critique though. details: camera - Canon EOS Rebel K2 film - 35mm Black+White location - Sandy Hook, New Jersey Photo is unedited
SHONEN-AI/YAOI WARNING http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buVujqWGa8Q a compilation of all my work in progress AMVs. I need to know if any of them seem worth finishing.
http://demonchick25.deviantart.com/art/Axel-98689472 Well this took me about a week to finish, I'd like to know what you think.
http://s59.photobucket.com/albums/g288/animegrrl06/AMVs/ you can find most of my new stuff there, I've got to update soon though more info on my site: http://www.freewebs.com/chibixofxdoom/
Hey! I'm deomnchick25...and this is my standard greeting XD
