Bipolo, sabe de muchas historias y de muchos lugares en muchos momentos, nunca antes intento comunicarse con nadie y mucho menos de esta forma, solo que bajo las actuales circunstancias, es el primer recurso que explora, siempre ha buscado pasar desapercibido, pero ya que la realidad ha cambiado, también debe empezar a cambiar, comenzó a comunicarse porque necesita ayuda, aunque no sabe muy bien si la conseguirá; se dio cuenta desde el comienzo de este cambio, no sabe explicarlo, pero sabe que paso y que continuara pasando, la ayuda que necesita es para tal vez terminar de comprenderlo, nada es seguro en este momento.
Eight thousand years ago, on the planet Purity, a race of humans with extraordinary abilities thrived. Each individual had a vital role, whether it be as a Fisherman, Teacher, Farmer, or Weaver. They all lived in harmony, united by their worship of the four powerful deities: Puriana, the Goddess of Purity; Cerberus, the God of Hell; Rose, the Goddess of Beauty; and E.N., the God of Manipulation.However, everything changed one fateful day. As the race contemplated the end of humanity, they made a fateful decision. They came together and created a fearsome creature known as the Void. This creature, born out of their collective desires and fears, would forever alter the destiny of the planet and its inhabitants.In this captivating tale of power, spirituality, and the struggle for survival, discover the secrets of Purity and follow the journey of its extraordinary inhabitants as they confront the consequences of their creation. Will they find redemption or succumb to the darkness they have unleashed? Dive into this world of wonder and danger, where the fate of an entire civilization hangs in the balance."
For the longest time I've never shared much of my artwork online. Well, I've decided to post some of my art on here. Cause why not? It starts with some of my earlier stuff and continues from there.I hope you enjoy it!All artwork posted here is my own. I have used references for lots of these pieces and will try to site anything that was based on someone else's work.And PLEASE, don't use my art! If you'd really like to just let me know first. Thanks.
Rubiel, un chico común y corriente dejara su vida de adolescente promedio por causas de un oscuro destino, asesinatos comienzan a presentarse en toda la población joven del país, las cosas se tornaran serias cuando los asesinos ataquen a sus seres queridos provocando su ira a tal punto de desear derrocar la secta que se esta encargando de esto, ¿podrá Rubiel detener los planes de esta secta?
Es mi primera historia , así que no tengo mucha experiencia, espero que la disfrutentodo ocurre luego de la pelea contra pein, donde Naruto descubre muchas recupera sus recuerdos "pasados",
Una historia sin referencias históricas sobre una ciudad con olor a naranja y ciudadanos amigables con cabeza de pirámide, tres amigos que no son capaces de contestar las llamadas de los otros ni de encontrarse aún viviendo en la misma calle y una corporación compradora de coches sin ánimos de lucro, todos dispuestos a conseguir pan, trenes y polvillo de hadas.Acompaña a Hazel, Bradley y Aaron en su chocoaventura llena de cosas y palabras sin sentido, animales pidiendo gruñidos por medio de votaciones parlamentarias y discordia en forma de felicidad. !Impotek, Mah Miau!Para público mayor de 1 mes de gestación.No se hace responsable por traumas, ataques epilépticos o ganas desgarradoras de esnifar perros.Llame ahora y le enviaremos su propio aromatizante para perros con sabor limón."Leelo, se que te va a encantar" - Thanos, amante del cereal con uvas
Mirajane Strauss was inlove with Laxus but now she tried to ignores it.What if Laxus feels what Mira feels before? Will Mira fall for Laxus again? Or she will let her heart taken by someone new?Find out what happens..
DO NOT REPOST IN ANY FORMAT!This includes republishing my work onto other sites or uploading it onto YouTube. If you want to upload content, MAKE YOUR OWNGuns can invoke many different feelings for people. For some, they might be excited and are reminding of hunting. For others, they might remember all those times their neighbor brought out a bb-gun and started shooting empty soda cans at the odd hours of the morning. For (y/n), guns invoke feelings of dread and terror. So, how can they trust a certain someone when he's always got a gun strapped to his hip?
In this tragedy, Douma took everything from Wesley, yet their love is still able to blossom. But as Wesley learns over and over again, nothing that shines can last. -=+=-This story is based of of the manga/anime Demon Slayer. I do not own Demon Slayer.