mmm sabes no te conosco por que no e entrado mucho al da . pero dibujas bien


--
Estoy tan feliz de amarte tanto mi hermosa Rosa Abel ,


Que no puedo alcanzar una estrella con mi mirada , q necesito tu mirada para alcanzar a mas de una

Thank you so much for watching!!!

Hola querido compañero de DA si te mando esto es por que te tengo en mis watch :3
solo pasaba a preguntar si podrias entrar a mi contest? o.o ya k no todos suelen leer journals agradeceria muchio tu interes
si deseas participar por favor comentar en mi journal del contest [link]
si no simplemente ignora este comentario :3 lo comprendere
Gracias por darme un poco de tu time para leer nwn sayu

--
My Contest x3 [link]
Comissions [link]

After being late from coming back from lunch; you hearing the bell ring to signify the start of fourth period. In a panic you race through the empty halls to towards the elevator to make it to the fifth floor where your fourth period class is. As you turn left on another hall way you stop in your tracks as bullet time kicks in, you’re stunned by a tall man with spiked back hair; wearing a black leather jacket, with matching black leather pants, black boots and black sun shades. He walks towards you, his face expressionless. In his left hand he holds a long golden rose box that he opens, the roses fall out and he pulls out a shot gun that he pumps. The sound the shot gun makes as he pumped it echoes in the back of your mind as fear kicks in. As you’re scared almost half to death you turn and run the other way but you see another man with gelled back hair, dressed in a police uniform with huge grin on his face; similar to the trolls facial expression on that fateful April fools day on Deviant-Art. The police man draws a gun at you and then the tall man yells “GET DOWN!” and you quickly do as he says, suddenly a loud shot gun noise rips through your ears as the shell penetrates the chest of the police officer but it doesn’t kill him but only staggers him moment before the police officer starts firing at you but luckily the tall man stands between you and the bullets coming towards you, he grabs and shields you. “AHHHH!!!” you yell with great fear as to what on earth is going on and hoping to God you live through this. The tall man yells at you “QUICKLY TO THE ELEVATOR, MOVE!” he lets you go and you run as adrenaline courses through your body. The tall man runs behind you shielding you from more on coming bullets. The elevator opens, you enter and you quickly hit the close button while cussing for it to close more quickly. Your nerves are on the edge; you start shaking but hold yourself to keep calm. As the door is about close the tall man makes it in quickly, startling you in the process. Before you can ask what is going on a large thin blade pierces through the slits of the elevator door and then morph into hooks that pry the doors open. You then see the policeman’s face and sinister troll like; large wide grin as he tries to get into the elevator. The tall man takes his shot gun and shoots the policeman in the face and he makes a shriek noise as the hooks retracted and the elevator doors closed. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” you yell in a panic but the tall man ignores you and presses the button that takes the elevator to basement parking lot. When the elevator doors open, the tall man walks out but you yell at him “TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? The tall man turns around and reaches out his hand to you “All your question will be answered but right now come with me if you want to live” you trust him and take his hand since he saved your life and in matter of moments you’re on back of a loud Harley-Davidson motorcycle while the tall man is driving on the front. “OK time out I want some answers right now pull over” and he does what you tell him. Soon your standing beside him as he sits on the motorcycle, after bringing your heart rate down to normal you begin questioning him“What are you, I saw you take those bullets with no problem” the tall man removes his shades and put them in the front jacket pocket, he looks at you with his blue eyes and then replies “Cyberdyne System Model 101, I am a cybernetic organism, living tissue over a metal endoskeleton, in other words I am a Terminator” you put your hand to you mouth stunned while taking in what he just said and then continue probing for more answers “Who sent you?” “Mobis-New-Nest, 35 years from now your favouring efforts tie you to Mobis-New-Nest along with John Conner in the largest revolution in human history against and enemy called SKYNET” “So why are you here?” “Two reason the first is to thank you on behalf of Mobis-New-Nest faving a piece in his gallery and the second is to protect you” “Wow this a lot to take in but have I seen you before you look familiar?” “No you have not” “True Lies?” “No” “Twins?” “No” “Commando?” “No” “Kindergarten Cop?” “Absolutely not” “Alright so this other guy who was shooting at me is he like you?” “Not like me, it’s the T1000 advanced prototype or the better known as the Troll 1000” “That explains the large creepy grin on his face but more advanced then you?” “Yes, mimetic polyalloy and the biggest shit talker this side of terra firma” “What the hell does that mean?” “Liquid metal that shape shifts and a highly unorthodox attitude towards others” “Why doesn’t it become a huge bomb or something to get me?” “It can’t form complex machines, guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts, it doesn't work that way, but it will be an asshole, start flame wars and form solid metal object like knifes and stabbing weapons” “Holy crap, so what are we gonna do now?” “For now we’ll hide in the safest place the T1000 would never dare to go” “Where’s that?” “A Justin Beiber Concert”

--
I'm fearless. Now hear this. I'm ear less. And I'm peer-less.
That means I'm eyeless. Which means I'm tearless. Which means my iris resides where my ears is. Which means I'm blinded. But I'mma find it I can feel it's nearness.

Thanks for the

--
'Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious'
Oscar Wilde