(Audition) Damien Blood sport start.Watching his opponent charge at him swinging a right hook Damien grabbed his opponents fist pulling them forward he brought up a knee, kneeing his opponent in the chest knocking the wind out of them he flipped them slamming them onto the rink floor and pinning them to the ground. The bell dinged for the third time signalling the round was over and Damien was the victor he got up and walked out of the rink stepping out as he looked around at all the other fighters and shook his head. going up the the almost disused bathrooms he quickly washed up before quickly getting out of there.
Deciding it was safe to just go to his safer more secure house he made his way to the exit of the illegal fighting rink and out the alley passing by numerous thug like irkens and other species. He rolled his eyes at them and they're stupid remarks as he walked towards his safe house the wind picked up blowing papers and different fliers about, one hit Damien in the face and he growled ripping it off his face
Dax bioFull name: Daxine Marin Key.
Name: Dax key.
Birthday: August 28th
Gender/Species: Hermaphrodite Irken. but Classes as Male.
Relationship status: Complicated
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Mechanic/Engineer Hover board hobbyist.
Body type: muscled and toned.
Scars: nine scattered on his chest and near his plates. underneath is mangled burnt flesh and his left arm is none existent. left eye is basically almost dead/blind with little life in it without the help of the metal plate or green lens he probably wouldn't be able to do his job correctly.
Eye colour: Dark blue
Skin colour: Light greenish.
Likes/interests: Almost all fruit,Hover boarding,mechanics,Drawing,Music,dancing (sometimes),sweet things, his favourite colours are dark blue,silver,red,black and white.
Dislikes/hates: Melons,watermelon,lemons,squid,octopus,his hydraulics locking up,people making fun of him,sour things,too vibrant colours.
Tori Bio Real name: Tori Elizabeth Snow
Name: Tori snow
Age: 60 (looks younger)
currently: Deceased at 67 (suicide method: shot herself in the head)
Birthday: April 20th
Relationship status: complicated.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Body type: Kinda tall lithe,thin but not too thin or chubby,is strong despite her age she still looks beautiful.
Scars: one on her right leg.
Tattoo's: One on her upper arm of a pair of cherries with 'Lucky sweet cherry' underneath it,also has a vine tattoo on her right side.
Personality: sweet,can be serious,is kind hearted,a little crazy,all over a caring grandma figure.
Likes/Interests: Gardening,cherry blossom trees,apples,cherries,leather,riding her bike,smoking vapour cigarettes,drinking,Red apple wine and whiskey are her favourite drinks she normally likes half of each in a wine glass,Playing cards,roses,orchids,lilies,Tulips,and White chrysanthemums are her favourite,the colours red,black and purple a
Damien Bio.Full name: Damien Casidy Silver.
Name: Damien Silver
Birthday: September 30th
Gender/Species: Male Vortian
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship status: Single divorced.
Love interest: Rhinestone (who belongs to samwolf3974) but it's currently complicated :3
Body type: muscled and toned.
Scars: many but here Damien Four on his left arm six on his right,three on his chest one on the left side of his neck one over his right eye and one just below on his jar and another scar over his other eye going across,and three on his back. (not visible)
Tattoo's: One on his left arm of a scarred scull.
Markings: Purple markings on his body can be seen on his reference.
Eye colour: White
Skin colour: Dark grey
Blood colour: Light grey/Silver
Likes/interests: Fighting,games,walks,working out,drawing,listening to music,dancing,drinking,his shot gun.
Dislikes/hates: stuck up people,his ex-wife
Life ever after.Arcane stood dressed in a pair of black jeans,and combat boots with silver skulls on the side. he also had on a grey shirt with a red leather vest his charm bracelet was on his right hand and so was his gold ring he was currently standing on a little stage his guitar in hand. he started to strum.
"Ten miles from town and I just broke down
Spittin' out smoke on the side of the road
I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home
To tell you I was wrong but you already know
Believe me I won't stop at nothin'
To see you so I've started runnin'
All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you"
Arcane stared at the only person in his life with his two coloured eyes.
"Last time we talked, the night that I walked
Burns like an iron in the back of my mind
I must've been high to say you and I
Weren't meant to be and just wasting my time
Jayden Claw bio (redone)Real name: Jayden Claw
Adoptive name: Jayden Grey (don't use that one XD)
Nicknames: White fire.
Current age: 23
Birthday: March 21st
Height at 23: 6'2
Weight: scrawny,yet muscled. (dunno how that works)
Weight at 23: Muscular and average.
Eye colour: Black
Skin colour: Dark Grey
Scars: mostly burns and marks on his torso (as mentioned)
Piercings: two in each antenna.
Relationship status: Taken
Personality: stubborn,hard headed (at times),Kind,sarcastic,flirty,protective.
Status At 23: Engaged to sondra
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Favourite weapon: knife/machete
Likes/interests: the colours black,white and grey,Drawing,long walks,the beach,sandcastles,pizza,pasta,cookies,most foods.
dislikes/hates: People who make fun of his scars,anyone who mentions his past,jerks,line pushers,cheaters,unfair fights,bright colours.
Allergic to: sunflowers,daffodils,mustard,turkey.
Parents: Jamie claw (father/deceased) Eve claw (mother/deceased?)
stardust. (you're beautiful)he's
out of orbit -
dust in his
veins rise and
each word that
drips and pools
defined like the
ribcage of a
baby bird, his
were not made for
this earth but
for the stars.
some days he
fades in and
out of reality like
he never really
wanted to be there
on those days
i just think
my god, you really don't
realise how amazing you are.
Little GirlThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well.
your poemyou tell me on a thursday that you can’t find
the god inside of yourself anymore, that
you think that you are finally
too much honeycomb and not enough human
because lately everything has been slipping
through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can
keep holding yourself together anymore.
if today is the day that you look
at the stars and you no longer
feel their burn beneath your bones,
i will show you the blanket i tried to make
when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know
about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit,
but i do know the basics,
and that’s that everything in the universe
is composed of strings that somehow
loop onto each other infinitely.
so whenever you feel like you’re
walking a tightrope without a safety
net below you, know that you are
thousands of tightropes strung together,
and one fall will not kill you.
i have never told you about the way
i can feel my pulse skitter to a stop
in my wrists whenever i hear you laughing
Depression Isn't RealDepression isn’t true, my dear
Depression isn’t real.
It’s just a silly tragedy
You’ve forced yourself to feel.
Anxiety is fake, my friend
You wonder why it’s there.
But others have it worse than you!
Stop forming false despair.
Cutting is dramatic, love,
It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.
Why not just get over it?
Is the attention fun?
Suicide is stupid, dear,
And selfish, if I may.
Get over yourself, darling,
Can you hear these things I say?
Why aren’t you replying, love?
Oh, where could you have gone?
I never meant to hurt you, love,
Did I say something wrong?
Why aren’t you replying, dear?
Depression isn’t true!
Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...
Just maybe not for you.
To the Struggling ChristiansMy cross broke the other day,
snapped off of the chain,
and nearly rolled away.
I caught it in my hands,
though it nearly slipped through
like tiny grains of sand
I'm a college student.
I attend a public school,
Nine hours away from home
and my faith too.
There's no emphasis on Catholicism,
no morning prayers through the Saints.
No “Our Father” to guide me,
no Mary to keep me through the day.
In fact it's the opposite,
grace comes in the form of drugs.
The new morning prayers
are deadly smoke to lungs.
I've never had a problem with Sexuality,
you know me.
You can tell this by looking through my old poetry.
Though what I cannot stand
is when you feel the need,
to invalidate one's Christianity
because of your sexuality.
They're giving me reasons not to believe,
in long list like shopping recipes.
Telling me what I already know,
begging me to tell God to go.
It's not easy to keep your faith,
when people are giving you reasons
to throw it away.
Though I'm lucky I sup
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I long for.
Justice for MY people.
it's okay to not be okaysometimes it’s okay
to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall
and let your feelings gather- it’s okay
to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon
as the inside of your stomach does summersaults;
I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released,
they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore,
let them pour out of you like tidal waves-
release the tsunami from within you
and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase,
they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads
cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks;
but remember how even the clouds
may cry tempestuously today,
only to make room
for much brighter days
so I promise you, darling
it’s going to be okay.
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which