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human birthday: July 13th
Alliance: none to the irken empire
Status: Defective/Irken futigive and rebel
Eye colour: dark grey almost black colour
Scars: two scars one near his left (right to you) anttenae, reason: accident that involved him almost getting his attentea cut of with a sharp blade. and the second scar is on his right (left to you) eye Reason: Scratched by the tallest after being accused of evesdropping on him and being a spy/trator.
Skin colour: Light green
Relationship status: single
Read here for his story
basically he was framed for crimes he didn't really commit though he did steal the gun but it was in self defence as for 'sitnem' he found out who he was after running into him,they became good friends helping each other out,at times
Learning to Love one shotIt was a fairly normal morning at funbari onsen, if you count Anna bossing the shaman there around and the crazy doctor as well as the bad jokes by jocko. Sure everything was normal.
In this particular morning though Ren was at the table in the kitchen almost finished with his glass of milk, when Anna came in nearly scaring him half to death, yes even the great Tao Ren was scared of Anna.
He silently waited for any sort of command as he slowly drank his milk. There was none. Well maybe just one. "You..Go help that blue haired baka with laundry" Anna commanded Ren before leaving the way she came.
'Great just great' Ren thought to himself. Sighing he finished off his glass and as to not enrage Anna further he quickly washed and dried the glass before putting it away.
Then he went in search for the certain baka hopefully the moron hadn't buried himself in laundry.
Meanwhile with the blue haired baka.. Known as Horo.
Horo silently groaned at the piles of laundry, as he began sorting throug
Varins BioName: Varin
human birthday: January 30th
Alliance: Irken hunters
Basic personality: Cruel,cold hearted,arrogant,selfish,loyal to close friends
Likes: Torturing,blood,knives,being evil,freaking people out,to be sarcastic at the worst times.
dislikes: whiners,cheaters,people who hate him,backstabbers,idiots.
other: he is very talkitive when captured by anyone trying to bore them to death.
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Light green
Scars: 1 on left eye just a scratch caused by a knife nothing serious
Relationship status: Single
Straight,gay,bi: Bi but he doesn't want to admit it
other stuff/Background: Varin is a irken hunter also he likes to torture people,he has a sick fascination for torture,he loves seeing irkens and other aliens squirm and plea,it's like music to his ears if he had any that is.
Varin wasn't always cold hearted,but that all changed when he witnessed something horrible it scarred his mind,but
The truth and the Pain Chapter 6: Enemy RevealedDisclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM
Chapter 6: Enemy Revealed
=No ones Pov=
The irken with purple eyes slowly stepped into the light to reveal... Tak.
Tak plotted against Zim again after being hurled into space she came back after she had managed to make herself another ship with parts she found.
she had lost an arm during the crash landed having to have to replace it with a robotic arm instead,she didn't really mind though. but she wanted her revenge and to do that she'd have to take down that wreck of an irken once and for all.
I laughed at the display in front of me,watching zim get told his mission was a fake and a Lie made me smile an evil smile to myself the tallest couldn't have put it better to let that pest get it through his thick head.
'I wonder what the pathetic defect is up to anyway' I thought absent mindedly.
I wondered when exactly the power would turn back on of course being an irken I could see in the
(sorry for the not so accurate ref but whatever I don't care it just gives you an idea)
Real name: Cristal (don't know what I'm thinking well I tried)
Age: 44 (436 in human years) (note: she looks to be in her twenties or thirties)
Human birthday: August/September
height: 5ft,5 (she's short okay )
Alliance: none really
Eye colour: Gold
Skin colour: Light green
Relationship status: Single used to have an EX boyfriend named Zap but it was kind of a one sided thing never ended well
Straight,gay,bi: Bi but refuses to say it
Likes: Explosives,fire,matches,cans,rubber duckies,confetti,being mischievous,causing trouble,fireworks.
dislikes: the irken empire,assholes,Zink,stuck up jerks,arrogant fools,strike,people who think their better than anyone else.
basic personality and other stuff:
Crystal has a one track mind half the time she doesn't even know what she's thinking she sometim
Regrets of LoveWhy couldn't I tell you how I felt before
you left me with an empty space in my heart.
I shouldn't of said those awful words
just too keep my feelings on the inside.
why did I have to say those things to you
all of which where never true.
now that your gone I'm starting to miss.
your smile,your laugh,the way you looked at me before.
why did I hide how I really felt,
why did I not just tell you
why did I say all those things.
and why did you have to go away.
the last time I saw her she was walking away from me never to speak to me again,in my heart I feel the pain and regret of not telling her how I really felt.
all those words I said to her,untrue and a lie,I regret not telling her how I felt before it was just too late.
maybe if things had gone better and I wasn't so shy maybe.. just maybe something else would have happened.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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