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Raz the impressionist - Your fc gets played hard. Raz was busy taking off the make up he used to cover his vine tattoos,when there was a knock at the door,thinking it was ray he decided to play a trick on him clearing his throat he said in his best girly voice.
"ray is that you dear,how many times have I told you not to disturb me unless it's like important" he said in a girly manner his voice almost too good to be true.
outside stood a really confused, (insert name of your fc here),they had snuck backstage to snap a photo of the infamous raz but never expected them to be a female in disguise as they always thought they where male from the deep voice.
"uhh who's ray.." asked (insert name of fc here) really confused.
"Rays my manager silly now go away I have important stuff to do" said raz still in the girly voice he almost had all of his make up off his face there was just a bit more.
"can I come in I really want to meet you" asked (insert name of fc here)
"no go away before I call secrity on your ass" snapped raz still maintain
Raz Bio Name: Raz
Real name: Razikiali but prefers to be called Raz
Age: 24 (238 in human years)
Human birthday: July 21st
eye colour: a Blue green kind of colour. it's really rare.
Tattoos: Vine tattoos around eyes as seen on ref,vine tattoo on left leg and one on his back creeping up his shoulder and around his neck.
Relationship status: Married to my fc Yan or his full name Yanikia
Basic personality: Kind hearted,easy going,stubborn at times,can be caring,will fight if he needs to.
Likes: Reading,Music,Singing,Irken soda,gum and Cherries along with doughnuts.
Dislikes: Strike,People who are full of themselves eg: Jerks,Assholes Ect,Idoits,people who judge others.
fears: Slow death,Fire,losing everything he loves,water,Small spaces.
other information: Raz can throw his voice making it sound like he's coming from somewhere else,he's also a pretty good impressionist at times and sometimes t
Rya Bio Name: Rya
Human Birthday: November 23rd
Eye Colour: Dark Forest Green
Horn Colour: White
Skin Colour: Light Redish Pink
Work outfit: White button up blouse.blue jacket and trousers.
Normal outfit: Black shirt ans white jeans.
Other: she also wears a silver heart necklace given to her by a secret admirer,she thinks she knows who it is.
Love interest: Dar, because of his kind personality and he always makes her smile.
Mothers name: Ria
Human Birthday: December 4th
Eye colour: Dark Blue
Skin Colour: Dark Redish Pink Unlike Rya who's lighter in shade.
Horn Colour: Grey
Date of Death: November 1st
Age of Death: 44 (10 years after rya was born)
Fathers Name: Ryuk
Human Birthday: November 22nd
Eye Colour: Dark Forest Green
Skin Colour: Grey
Horn Colour: White
Date of Death: November 12th
Age of Death: 46
Family: One older Brother w
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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