Headcannons I don't share much..Irken antennae scentbasically I think (in my opinion) Irkens find mates by humming there antennae and emitting a unique scent and the mate will do the same emitting a unique scent to compliment the other.for instance.Cherries and coconuts. weird? yes but somehow they still compliment eachother in some wayall scents are different it's very rarely one scent is the same as another irkenas for vortians well I had a little theory while rping it's dumb but mehVortain horns vibrate and emit a unique sound or tone or tune. mainly instruments.I think some vortains can play musical instrument ..like flutes for instance (but that's already a thing so it's not really a head cannon it's just another thing that most people do anyway so it's not like I'm even copying XD IT'S A FLUTE .. a holo flute :'D not a regular)...I got nothing else to sayI'm sorry if this sounds completely dumb and or stupid but I had to somewhat get this out there.also..ghosts/spirit irkensdon't ask.. me about tha
Maurice Bio Real name: Maurice Alinstar (doesn't remember all of his last name just that it starts with an A )Name: MauriceAdopted Name: Maurice Maraschino-Snow (adopted son of Artie and Hade (who belongs to samwolf3974 )Age: 18Birthday: April 26th (subject to change)Sexual orientation: Bisexual (is neutral about it)Relationship status: Taken by emberLove interests: emberHeight: 5ft 8.Weight: average.Scars: various whip scars and other scars from fights along with a old nickname Demon child which was carved into his back when he was ten don't ask about the scars as he really doesn't like telling anyone he only really tells people who he can feel he can trust.Tattoos: wheel and a spiral tattoo on left arm along with the midnight moon symbol,Purple butterfly tattoos surrounded by blue moons on lower left side of his chest.Birthmark: Butterfly birthmark on left side of his chest.Eye colour: Blueish PurpleSkin colour: a Light greenSmall information: He carries a Knife around that was g
Arcane BioReal Name: Arcane Mariana SnowName: ArcaneNickname: Patchy,Peachy (prefers peachy over patchy)Age: 30Birthday: January 4thSpecies: Irken/Dead spiritRelationship status: Kinda Taken by Mozi ( Mozi belongs to samwolf3974 ) still weird to explain how it happened. ;-;Sexual orientation: Bi but keeps it to himselfHeight: 6'8Weight: NormalBody type: Toned but not overly muscled and bulky,quite lean.Tattoo's: One of a pair of Cards a Ace of spaces with an Ace of clubs behind it. One on his lower back of a Pair of cherries with 'Love you Mozi,even though you hate me' in small writing.Scars: one on his shoulder from having a knife thrown into itCurrently: Has various bite and claw marks on different places of his body courtesy of Mozi.Likes/Interests: Reading,Drawing sometimes,blood/violence,knives/guns,leather,hanging by his oak tree,Pain,being bit/clawed,Drinking.Dislikes/Hates: being called patchy,t
Sweet lucky cherry"Sweet lucky cherry on the city blockshas her heart covered in different locksno keys have been able to fit into her hearteach one of them tore her apart""many tried to pick her apartbut none have gotten to her heartone key one lock that's all that remains""do you have the key to her heartcan you break the chains that hold herdo you have the love to set her freeare you the key for sweet lucky cherry""sweet lucky cherry running out of luckcan you help her get herself unstuckdo you think you have what it takesto make her heart want to race""sweet lucky cherry let one man inone that's gone away with sinsnow she's all on her own again""sweet lucky cherry on her last legs once moredo you want her to walk out the door?do you want her to leave or stayjust say the words and she'll go away""sweet lucky cherry has heard it all beforethe stays and the goes the one little wordsthe laughter and the tears and the joybut she needs no boy she needs a manso won't you offer her
Arca BioReal name: Arca arlet SnowName: ArcaNicknames: Toffee.Age: 22Birthday: January 7thSpecies: IrkenGender: Maleeye colour: Redish brown idkSkin colour: a dark greenish colourAntennae style: A shaped with a weird knife looking end idkWeight: average.Body build: Thin athletic,toned but not overly muscled or bulky,tall.Relation ship status: TakenSexual orientation: StraightScars: threeTattoos: one on his chest of a top hat.Personality: Kind hearted,shy,can get nervous,can be serious,is a little shy. has a photographic memory so he can literally take a photo with his mind and draw whatever he saw in that moment without having to look at it again.Fears: Losing the people he loves,dark small spaces,thunder,loud sudden noises.Likes/Insterest: Drawing,relaxing,stargazing,going to the park,toffee,cookies,oranges,pancakes,soup,doughnuts,muffinsDislikes/hates: art block,back stabbers,rude people,cheaters,watermelon,cheese,most vegetables but not all.allergies: Fish,turkey,raspber
Artie BioReal name: Artie snow.Name: ArtieAge: 28birthday: October 12thSpecies: IrkenGender: MaleRelationship status: Taken Sexual orientation: GayHeight: 6ft'2Weight: normalbody type: toned lean,but not overly muscled or bulging,kind of athletic.Occupation: Waiter at a cafe that link owns/Son of the Midnight moons Artino snowBlood type: O- negative.Personality: Kind,caring,is a bit soft spoken,can be motherly at times mostly towards hade,is somewhat stubborn but he has a kind heart.can be a little awkward at times.Likes/interests: Cooking,art,flowers,long walks,pancakes,pasta,apples,steak,meatballs. and most irken foods and junk foods,the colours purple,red,orange and brown,white. Red roses and lotus flowers are his favourite.dislikes/hates: Stubborn people,short walks,pickles,onions,tomatoes,and most vegtables except potatoes,doesn't like many meats,hates most fish. the colours: pink,neon green.Allergies: Allergic to blue berries,cats,dogs,daffodils,white roses,pean
I'm FineI'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.I'm fine.Clearly you see that I'm not.But really I'm fine.Always have been.But no I'm not.I'm not fine.Saying your fine means nothing.It is a lie.But I say it anyways.It's all I can say.To keep them away.Because telling them won't help.Because they don't understand.Explainations won't do.So I say those two words.Just to keep them satisfied.While my mind scream "I'M NOT FINE".My lips are in a straight line.I show no signs of being "not fine".But that's just a mask.So really, I'm not fine.But I'll keep saying it.I'll keep saying it till you're satisfied.Because it's my problem.It's never your problem.So you shouldn't have to worry.But I want you to worry really.But telling you that is selfish.I can't be selfish.Selfish is bad.Not good.So if you ask,Yes I am fine.But no I am not fine.I am far from it.But I'll tell you that lie again.So you don't make that face.Even thought I'm not fi
You are StrongYou are so, so strong.Whatever you’re going through,Just keep onKeeping on.The time it takesMight be short or long,But you will findThat perfect placeWhere you belong.Just hold on.
Red~ Whether it be a warm glow of care,Or a fiery hue of rage,Your eyes reflectAll of your soul's desires.
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondlyof passions and talents,of guitars and stars,with such breathless intensitythen stops short andapologisesfor speaking at all.All because somewhere in her life,someone she loved broke her heartby ignoringher beautiful wordsand telling her toshut up,keep it down,nobody cares.People aren’t born sad.We make them that way.
drawn-eyed closurespineless princess in her backless dress,boneless muscle caricaturelike she's tim burton's daughter,those whispers keel overdown-turned lips.(you were always fearfulof cracking up, breaking down, breath hitchesand teary eyes were only meant for quiet showings.)and we never embrace anymore,never peck each otherbecause it's so cliche for you to fly away from me,a wide-eyed bird,but i kiss the corners of your lying, lonely lipsbecause i love you anyways.
Unnatural DisasterUnnatural Disaster 3/19/15There is a fault line in our relationship.Like tectonic plates that shift -the friction between us is palpable.The tension builds until releaseand the quake shakes us to our knees.The aftershocks echo the worst andthe ripple effect has taken over.And I don't know when we stopped caring.Who's fault is it? Mine or yours?I see the guilt in your glistening eyes.I feel the pain caused by our lies.We are powerless as this linebecomes a valley and we lack thestrength to build a bridge of forgiveness.The fragile tether that holds us togetheris frayed and decayed.Erosion is a slow, gradual process.Our once mighty foundation crumbledbefore we even were aware.It's sad to think of what we were comparedto what we are...how do we fix this?One question remains: Do we fight to get us right?
W h a t A m I ?Just what am I,you ask..While drinking bitterliquor from your passeddown generationsof a flask.You see,I am a force noteven God can interfere.The very meaningof the word fear.Ghost in the shadows,a demon who taunts,& you're the verybeing that Ihaunt.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."Please, fucking, SPARE ME!Because when I look in this mirror, I know.When I see myself looking back at me, I know.Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.I was the problem.I was the instigator.I was the perpetrator.And when I had broken every last bit of her,I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.A letter to that girlWho scrolls through tumblr.Admiring all of those models.With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.And a waist that you can barely see.You're beautifulA letter to the girlWho looks at models,For their curves.The way their hips go outwardsAnd their size D cup breasts.You're beautiful.Please don't look in the mirror,And hate the girl you see.That girl is youAnd she should be loved unconditionally.Because you deserve love.And how much love is not determined on your waist size,Whether you're chubby or skinnyYou're still so very pretty.You're so perfect.So for every time you look in that mirror.And tell yourself you aren't worth it.That you're arms are too big,Your hips aren't big enough.Stop.Tell yourself.I am a woman.A lady.I am strong.I have a body like a castle.A kingdom made just for me.And I will not destroy that castle,By trying to starve myself.By taking brick by brick and dismantling it