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Mafuyu ja Kei Project Zerosta...
Ja kaunista piirrustusjälkeä, tiedän :´D

Project zero ryhmäcosplay

Miku ainakin ois kiva saada.

Ajateltiin Soran kanssa joskus kesällä mennä Roihuvuoreen photoshoottaamaan Mafuyuna ja Kiriena, ei ois ketään joka haluis tulla meille Mikuks...? Ja kuvaaja ois kanssa jees....

Ja miulla ois unelmana ottaa KeixMafuyu / YuuxKei / KeixYuuxMafuyu kuvia joskus, ei löytyis mistään Keitä ja Yuuta ;^; ?

Kyllä, olen urpo ja mainostan omaa ficciäni. Osoitteesta: http://kiosa.deviantart.com/#/d49r587 sen löytää.

Ficci kertoo mitä olisi voinut tapahtua, jos Mafuyu olisikin jättänyt Kirien ja paennut Mikun kanssa.

Olisi kiva saada kasaan tosi iso porukka project zero cossaajia ja pitää photoshoot joskus jossain >__< Ite haluisin olla Mafuyu :´D

Se ois kyl siistiä jos ois ne kaikki päähahmot ainakin kolmesta ekasta pelistä ja sit paljon kummituksia *__*

Jopa MÄ olin ihan kuset housuissa.
Ja se on jo aika hyvin, koska yleensä en pelkää paljon mitään.
Me pelattiin eka ykköstä mut grafiikka oli niin palikka plus unohettii tallentaa välissä ni se pelaaminen jäiki sit vähän lyhyeks. : D
Mut kolonen ei satan se oli ahdistava ja ku ohjainki vaa vibras aina ku joku henki oli jossain ja sit ne vaan tuli niin lähelle ja kiipes tyylii päälle ja piti ottaa nopee kuva et se olis kuollu mut eihä siin mitää kerenny ja ne kaikki äänet ja yhfvrfewd saan kylmii värei ku ajattelenki sitä.

~Sleeping Priestess~

Sleep, Priestess, Lie in peace
Sleep, Priestess, Lie in peace
If you cry, the boat you'll ride
The last trip to the other side
Once you get there
Sacred marks you'll bear
They shall be peeled off
Should you fail to lie still
~
Sleep, Priestess, Lie in peace
Sleep, Priestess, Lie in peace
If the Priestess wakes from her dream
Perform the rite of stakes
Her limbs pinned tight
Lest the doors open wide
And suffering unleashed on all.
~
Go to the other side
Go to the other side
Cast the boat, take a ride
Cross the rift to the other side
Further and further to the other side
It must sail, bearing your tattoos
And our offering of tears

If you were living in the depths of the ocean,
I would become a fish.
Just to be with you.
I would descend the deepest of pits
Wander the darkness forever as a shadow.
Jost to be with you.
Our memories still drift vividly
I had been drowning in my own sorrow.
You're gone.
I know,
I know.
The sun rises, rises, purifies my world
a tepid wind carries off the tattoo carved into my mind.
If it would bring these
words to you.
Then I would gladly
sacrifice my voice.
A vivid scar and this despair
Your warmth that overwhelms all my sadness.
I yearned for it,
I yearned for it.
Even if it is just an illusion.
The fading, fading warmth takes me away
I want to fall asleep in your forgiving embrace.
The sun rises, rises, purifies my world
I want to fall asleep in your forgiving embrace.
The fading, fading warmth takes me away
a tepid wind carries off the tattoo carved into my mind.
Memories are wearing thin with time.
I'm like an earring without its needel.
I forget, it all fades,
your voice vanishes amidst the noise of a crowd.
It falls apart, I lose my grip,
I'm like an earring without its needel.
I forget, without a trace.
your voice becomes static.

If, for example, you lived at the bottom of the sea
IÂ’d cut my feet off and become a fish
If I got closer to you the deeper I sank
I wouldnÂ’t even mind becoming a shadow that wanders through the endless darkness

My shimmering haze hangs charmingly in the air
I was just drowning in the days that didnÂ’t work out
YouÂ’re not here
I know that, I know that

As the sun rises and rises
It purifies the place where I am
The warm, warm wind takes away
The blue stamp imprinted on me

If, for example, these words reach you
You can rip out my vocal cords and throw them away

I was longing, longing
To have lost my stinging wounds
And for your warmth to take everything away
Even if it was just a dream

Your warmth is disappearing, disappearing
Taking with it the place where I am
I want to go to sleep wrapped in your arms
That even wipe out my punishment

The pieces of my memories are rotting away
I donÂ’t have enough piercings to cover myself
I'm forgetting you, you're fading
Your voice fades into the rabble