#and giving in to sins (addictions) is a type of emotional disease if you stop to think about it

[primordialruin]

From my studying, everything that Lilith encompasses (in the context of Adam and everyone else since she's the subconscious mind) is basically:

"I am your inner compass, but you are the one who establishes the direction. If I don't like it, I will grind you from the inside out. If I do, I will make us impossible to defeat. Choose the former, and you'll lose me... But I can offer you replacements. I'll fill you with sins until you decide to seek me."

[rcksmith]

Just let me love you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “Hi. Could you possibly write about Five and reader taking a shower together and he's like so whipped for her and her body and (if it's not much) #38, #18 e #5 from your fluff prompt and #56 and #98 from your smut prompt (maybe not a too rough smut, just they both doing love and realizing how much in love they're with the other). THANK YOU ❤❤❤❤️ (sorry i'm not a native english speaker)”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

18. “Enjoying the view, beautiful?”

38. “You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

Smut prompts:

56. “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

98. “Just let me finish this and I swear I will go down on your and make you cum three times.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you, love💖. I did not do anything heavy or gross, it's just a cute love, I hope you like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit smut, swearing, but just cute smut and fluff.

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Five Hargreeves was not known for being kind, much less sentimental. He had always been acid, ironic and arrogant, he put himself on a pedestal at levels of intelligence, ability, and always had the last word. Five did not belong to the category of men who were influenced by emotions, nor did snatched up when he saw a beautiful woman. He had always had an iron control by imposing on his feelings, like controlling his own breathing.

Then, being known for this exasperating personality, the uproar was Homeric when, for the first time, Five Hargreeves fell to his knees by a woman. In a deep and abysmal drop.

He was frighteningly in love with you. Body and soul. And the Hargreeves brothers were shocked, to say the least, when they realized all the care Five had for you, all the bright and passionate look, the easy smile whenever you also smiled too. They could see that Five saw you as an exorbitantly rare tropical treasure, something he could never miss.

No one had thought Five was the type who needed something to keep breathing, for his world to keep spinning; an object or a person. But everyone saw that if there was something, it would be you. None of the Hargreeves know how Five became so dependent, so addicted, but they were content with the joyful gleam in their brother's eyes whenever you showed up.

Five Hargreeves was not known for being sentimental, but if you asked him to jump, he’ll aks ‘how right?’.

And perhaps it was because of all this, and more, that after a particularly dangerous mission that yielded some scratches, Five went to your apartment, not to his own home.

“Oh my God!” You exclaimed, throwing the book you were reading on the bed and running to where the blue flash left your boyfriend's figure. Bruised and bloody. “Honey, are you okay?”

As soon as your hands, worried and trembling, touched Five's skin to remove the mask, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, as if your touch was the medicine for all him pains. That mission took the best of him, and Five just needed you, to feel better.

Always you.

“Some terrorists insisted on fighting.” Five rolled his eyes, now without the mask “What is it about these motherfuckers wanting to fight even when they know they are going to lose? It's fucking annoying.”

You laughed softly, your hands still working to remove him suit, tie and unbutton stained shirt.

“I was so worried.” You sighed, scanning every bit of it with agitated eyes, seeing if nothing was out of place or worrying.

“Oh, were you?”

You didn't have to look him in the eye to know that Five gave you a smug expression. The whole voice was charged with malice and arrogance, and you contained a little smile.

“Of course. I always stay when you go on these missions.” You came closer, resting your hands on him abdomen, tilting your lips in the direction of him and giving a small and loving kiss.

Five hummed contentedly, bringing his hands to your hips and giving an annoyed sigh when you walked away, clearly wanting more.

“Let's go to the bath, you need to take all that blood and relax a little.”

“Is this an invitation?” He arched his left eyebrow in a suggestive gesture, with a sly smile and a smug look.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking you to the bathroom of your apartment. “Not. You need to relax.”

You opened the bathroom door and turned on the shower, while Five started to undress, the blood dripping on the bathroom floor.

“I was thinking that...” Your sentence was lost in the air when you turned around and found Five completely undress.

You looked down at the blood-spattered neck, the broad shoulders that went down to a broad chest. Him skin was prickly from the cold breeze and the blood that was already drying, giving a sinister and exciting tone to the scene. You swallowed, something starting to vibrate in your core, the atmosphere becoming caustic. But your eyes continued to drop, memorizing every inch of skin, making way to his V line and…

“Enjoying the view, beautiful?”

You looked up into the green eyes, finding a smirk.

“I-I j-jus…” Suddenly, you didn't know what to do with your hands, what to say or how to act.

You had seen Five naked several times, but always... always took your breath away. He was frighteningly gorgeous. That left you with not axis, with the rotation of the Earth stopped, with reason itself running away. It was a sin like him beautiful, the blood droplets spattered on the snow-white skin, attracted you even more.

“No... actually, I'm seeing the blood you're leaving on the floor, you know?” You made up an excuse, blinking assiduously “I hate it.”

But it was only logical that he did not believer. The malicious smile widened and gained an arrogant and convinced touch, while Five approached in calm and dangerous steps, like a hunter to its prey.

Him long fingers touched your cheek, while Five leaned over and whispered in your ear:

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

You felt the heat build up in your cheeks even more, you let out a nervous little laugh as you rested both hands on him chest and looked up at his.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” You confessed.

Five laughed, a laugh from one who knows he is beautiful and one who is pleased to please the only person who matters. It was a beautiful, true sound. His touch on your skin became sweeter, and he leaned towards your mouth and captured you in a soft kiss.

This time, it was you who sighed. An involuntary sigh of full satisfaction and delight. As if Five were your oasis in the desert.

You two haven't had that kind of contact in a few days. Five was having missions that demanded a lot of attention and care, and the exam week at your college had arrived. The two of you said on the phone that everything was fine, that you both were going to be fine these days, but the truth was that you missed him so much.

“I missed you.” You sighed on him lips, giving him another chaste kiss just because you could.

“Me too.” Him fingers caressed your cheek, moving away afterwards so you don’t get bloody too.

Suddenly, your whole line of reasoning has so far melted away like sand in the wind, like a broken violin string. You just felt your heart racing, your body heating up and the atmosphere becoming lyrical and stuffy.

“I think...” You sighed, your hands still on him chest. “That this is an invitation yes.” You agreed with his joke from seconds ago.

Hargreeves laughed, shaking his head and leaving a kiss on your neck.

“I was kidding, I don't want you to end up getting soiled with all that blood, too." He pointed to the small blood marks that remained on your cheek because of his touch.

Truth be told, you weren't worried. The longing hit you like a wave that was too strong and dragged you to the sea, drowning you. You wanted to touch it, kiss it, stick to it as if it were able to stop time. Five noticed the feelings in your eyes, and laughed at how you were as addicted to the love of the two of you as he was. Leaning down once more, Five splashed a kiss on your lips:

“Just let me finish this and I swear I will go down on your and make you cum three times.”

You laughed, stunned by a whirlwind of sensation and emotion at the same time. You agreed, and left the bathroom while Five entered the stall.

As soon as you sat on the bed, trying to process your own reactions, the warm autumn night breeze came in through the big window, carrying a caustic expectation on back and hitting you without mercy. Suddenly, everything became flustered, pulsating, the hemisphere seemed more malicious, with a sensual and romantic tone. If you had to describe that moment with the five senses, you would say that the light of the world has gone down to become the flickering flame of a candle, adorning the world with a red veil of romance.

The showering noise and your heartbeat were the only things you could hear. And when the hot mist of steam started to come out of the bathroom door, it was like a mesmerizing invitation, a call you couldn't refuse. You swallowed, noticing that your hands were shaking softly, as if this were your first time. But your whole body and soul screamed for him name. As the only antidote to your disease.

You stood up, pulled your T-shirt over your head, and got rid of your bra and sleeping shorts, taking your panties to the floor as well. Puffing out the chest of something you didn't know what it was, you went to the bathroom door again, opening it gently. The masculine silhouette blurred by the glass in the shower stoked your heartbeat even more, and suddenly you were burning with a caustic and delicious expectation.

When you opened the glass door and stepped into the shower, Five opened his eyes wider at your presence. There had been no need for condescending and malicious words, phrases or smiles. Five's eyes burned in the same desire and need as you, as if he were burning in the same hell. He looked at you as if he had waited all his life for that moment, as if he had cried out for you and you appeared to him, like a muse in the middle of a wild night.

Five held your face with both hands, leaning over and kissing you with all the devotion in the world. At that moment, the world seemed to have reached its highest note, its climax. You put your arms around him neck, sighing a low moan of satisfaction when he pulled you closer, sticking your whole body in his, being hit by the hot water in the bath.

Five Hargreeves was not known for being sentimental. But, in that second, he kissed you and touched you with all the affection and love that existed in the world. He didn't run, he didn't hurry, he didn't eat you like if last meal. No, he slowly ran his hands over your body, letting his tongue caress yours, enveloped in all the longing and love he felt for you.

You let out a sigh much like him name and a plea, more in need than ever. Five dropped his hands to your thighs, propelling you upwards and making you hook your legs on him hips, being held in him lap.

“I missed you.” Five released it in your mouth, seeking air as turned the two of you around, trapping your body between the wall and his body, kissing you again, giving you no time to respond.

You gasped, pressing your fingers to the black strands at the nape of his neck, wiggling hip gently over him, looking for any friction, any stimulation. But Five was as needy as you are, as needy, so he dropped a hand to him own member and positioned it at the entrance to your dripping center.

At that moment, you looked up at him, and Five fixed the green orbs on you, maintaining intense and fiery eye contact. The second he entered you, and you opened your mouth in a silent, aching groan, Five was still nailed to you, and him expression of pleasure when he hit rock bottom was exorbitantly exciting for you. Five clasped his hands on your hips, pursing his lips and frowning at the pleasure he felt, which reverberated through his veins, making him feel infinitely more alive, more intense. He withdrew and sank again, slowly, eliciting a loud moan in you.

“I love you.” You sighed on him lips, and that was the end for Five.

Everything hit Five in a fierce wave. All desire, passion, pleasure and love. Everything smashed under him with such force that Five wrapped his arms around your waist, steadying himself on you as he sank deeper into your hot and wet core, establishing a slow and intense rhythm. You moaned, gasped and sighed loudly, and Five buried his face in the curve of your neck, beating his own hot moans against your skin.

“God, I love you so fucking much!” He groaned, speeding up his movements even more, delighting in how you felt so good, so perfect. So of him.

You screamed his name softly, squeezing him and moving your hips more at the same pace, swallowing his member as much as you could, pulsing around him. Five let out a loud, broken groan, pinning your shoulder against his teeth, trying to stifle groans as he came in and out of you.

Jesus Christ! You were so tight, so wet, so hot and so fucking fucked up. So perfect for him.

Five removed his face from your neck, pulling head back just far enough to look at your body, with a louder groan escaping at the sight he had. You were fucking beautiful! All the curves in the right places, all the wonderful softness of a woman. Another moan escaped, and his eyes fell to the place where him dick disappeared between your smooth folds, leaving and entering more and more luscious, wetter, more swollen with desire and pleasure.

He wasn't going to wait long. Not with so much time without you, not with how much you were fucking hot, not with the overwhelming pleasure he felt. Five tilted his mouth to your breast, capturing a nipple and sucking, keeping his mouth there while hitting that place that drove you the most crazy.

"F-five!"

You groaned, arching your back to him, your legs closing more around hin waist, your chest rising and falling openly, as the hot water cascaded over you two.

“You are so, so much beautiful!” He groaned against your breast, as if in pain, as if everything was too much for him and he felt he could explode.

His suffering tone and totally submerged in pleasure took you to the limit. You came intensely, throwing your head back and arching your body in him arms, letting out a louder cry as you felt Five's hot liquid fill your walls, stocking both of you as deep as possible inside you.

“I love you, I love you.” You stuck your mouth to his, sighing.

Still breathless, Five admitted: “I'm going to marry you someday.”

You opened a smile that Five considered the most wonderful and beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said and you laughed out loud, pulling Five into a passionate kiss.

[mistress-audios-babies]

Jameson Rivera (Gang 1)

Basic Character Questions

First name: Jameson.

 Surname: Rivera.

 Nicknames: Jamie, Heroine, GlooDick, basically anything else sexual themed.

Date of birth: 26 February 1994.

 Age: 26.

 Physical / Appearance

Height: 197cm.

 Weight: 61kg.

 Build: Very skinny, tall build. He could be considered unhealthily thin by some, and ideal to others.

 Hair colour: Ginger with blond streaks

 Hair style: Big fluffy at front?

 Eye colour: Forest Green.

 Eye shape: Protruding/prominent.

 Distinguishing facial features: Beginning of gauntness. Acne/scars. Flared skin under nose. Pupil dilation/distant look. Sores in mouth corners. Perpetual runny nose. Some gold teeth. Set of rounded scars on right cheek.

 Which facial feature is most prominent: His acne.

 Which bodily feature is most prominent: His weight.

 Other distinguishing features: Self-harm scars on his hips and legs. Skin-picking injuries. Unhealthy pallor. Needle tracks on arms.  

 Skin: Unhealthy pallor. Self-harm scars. Acne/scars. Flared skin under nose. Skin-picking injuries. Needle tracks. Cigar burns on inner arms. Rounded scars on right cheek. Old scalding burn spread across torso. Thin.

 Hands: Very soft. Long fingers. Old burns on palms.

 Make up: Light eyeliner and eye shadow. Light blush to cheeks. Foundation. Red lipstick often.

 Piercings: Triple forward helix. Rook. Daith. Tragus. Orbital. Standard lobe. All black.

 Scars: Acne scars. Self-harm scars on hips and legs. Skin-picking injuries. Needle tracks on arms. Cigar burns on arm. Rounded scars on right cheek.

 Birthmarks: Brown mark on right shoulder blade.

 Tattoos: Heroine on his lower back, with red X’s and a bag of heroin under it.

 Physical handicaps: Coeliac Disease. Mild muscular wastage. Brittle bones.

 Type of clothes: Black-banded white fedora with feather (eventually given by Elijah). Light pink crop top sweater. Short white skirt. Black fishnet leggings. White leather thigh high platform boots. Black leather garters. White tennis shoes when not working, or bunny slippers. Simple nightdresses to bed. He is cold often, and wears giant woolen jumpers often. Retro pink suit for formal wear, white crop top with handmarks over chest, rainbow bow-tie, simple black dress pants and black boots loaned by Elijah.

 How do they wear their clothes: He will start the day looking proper, but will put no effort into keeping it that way.

 What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc): White leather thigh high platform boots on work. White tennis shoes while in public. Bunny slippers/bare feet when at home. His shoes are noticeably old, but they are relatively reliant. Blisters on feet. Feet perpetually sore.

 Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian Australian.

 Mannerisms: Australian accent. Dark sense of humour. Perverse. Nasally voice. No volume awareness at times. Emotional quickly. Joker despite deep unhappiness. Easy to lose track of thoughts. Swears frequently.

Are they in good health: He is a heroin abuser and has autoimmune disorders and deficiencies.

 Do they have any disabilities: Chronic HIV disease (untreated). Coeliac disease. Severe anaemia. Bad lungs. Muscles and bone wastage.

 Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse: Sexual words and phrases like, “We getting spun as fuck.” He also overuses vines.

                                                                             Do they have a catchphrase: “Let me be the heroine of your story.”

 Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: He is extremely pessimistic at his root.

 Are they introverted or extroverted: Rather extroverted.

 Do they ever put on airs: He’s self-sufficient and would rather others not see him in a place of vulnerability.

 What bad habits do they have: Does doing heroin count lol? Or self-harm? Smoking. Drinking to excess at times. Swearing excessively. Extremely distasteful humour at times. Picking his scabs. Stimming? Over-obsession.

 What makes them laugh out loud: Extremely dark to extremely childish. And meme culture.

 How do they display affection: Many times he cannot voice it, and while trying to he forgets to physically show it. At other times he is big and boisterous with both his words and actions and it can get overbearing.

 Mental handicaps: Mild Asperger’s. PTSD. Heroin addiction. Suicidality. Mild drug-induced psychosis (when using).

How do they want to be seen by others: His conditioning makes him crave being desirable, being sexy. He truly wants to be someone people want to be around.

 How do they see themselves: He sees himself as some used toy that will just be thrown out when he stops delivering results in some way, and if he cannot be liked in some way (either as a fuck or a funny face), he isn’t meant to be with anyone. Be useful, or don’t bother.

 How are they seen by others: To his clients he is perfection in every sense of the word. To those he works for he is moot. To others, he is the drug addict prostitute who is sometimes funny. To those that matter, he is more.

 Strongest character trait: His funny outlook and his truly giving soul.

 Weakest character trait: His desperation for approval and use to others that can remove from his individuality and growth.

 How competitive are they: He has only ever known being in competition with others, however that may be, and so he will compete to his dying breath to be better than those around him who have always been made out to be more than he ever will be.

 Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider: He is extremely rash and will make decisions fast without deliberating them.

 How do they react to praise: He grins really big and flaps his hands in what he calls ‘happy hands’. He usually squeals too and jumps around. He does not know how to handle it in a mature manner.

                                                           How do they react to criticism: He silently takes it, and he usually disassociates for a while afterwards beyond what can be helped.

 What is their greatest fears: His mother. His pimp. Heavy rings. Anything hot. Unfamiliar/unwanted touch.

What are their biggest secrets: His HIV diagnosis. His past.

 What is their philosophy of life: You live and you die, try and make someone happy in between.

 When was the last time they cried: One of his clients had whacked him across the face while working, and to feel it from someone else made him start sobbing. He had been put back onto the street without pay. This was two days ago.

 What haunts them: His childhood.

 What are their political views: He is extremely left leaning.

 What will they stand up for: Human rights. He especially stands for gender equality, and eradication of homophobia, and mental health stigma, as these directly pertain to him.

 Who do they quote: Generally pop culture and memes/vines.

 Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy: He loves nature and being outside, he considers wooded areas and open fields as his happy place.

 What is their sinful little habit: Heroin/drinking/smoking.

 What sense do they most rely on: Touch and sight.

 How do they treat people better than them: He grovels and submits generally.

 How do they treat people worse than them: He feels no one is worse than him.

 What quality do they most value in a friend: Patience and wit.

 What do they consider an overrated virtue: Ambition.

 If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be: His constant need for usefulness.

 What is their obsession: The internet and plants.

 What are their pet peeves: Virtue signalling.

 What are their idiosyncrasies: Always having to be busy. Night owl. Always alert. His sinful habits having a schedule that he has to abide by.

 Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of: Very small. His mother and him. He does not know anyone else, except for the many men she fucked and forgot about.

 What is their perception of family: Maybe if he had been dealt better cards he would have a higher opinion of it. As it is, it’s entirely overrated and he cannot understand why anyone would give a single fuck about it.

 Describe their best friend: She’s from a gardening club member who always has sweets for him every week and laughs at all of his jokes. She’s so easy to be around and happy-go-lucky that that cant help but be rubbed off on him while around her. She is always the highlight of his Tuesdays, and he is always extremely saddened to leave her. He feels he owes her nothing but all he already is.

 Ideal best friend: Everything his best friend is.

 Describe their other friends: He doesn’t really consider his fellow workers as friends, and if they were they would be surface level and wholly supportive of the profession they are in.

 Describe their acquaintances: Generally he cannot relate to others and empathise, and this makes it extremely difficult to even become acquaintances.

 Who are their natural allies: His fellow workers.

 Who are their surprising allies: Some of his clients.

 Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child: He had a childlike innocence while a baby, but he grew up very fast living in the kind of household he was. He acted out often and was extremely bitter and angry from a young age. He didn’t understand what his own brain was, and acted out in physical aggression often as a result of everything.

 Did they grow up rich or poor: They had some money, but his mother basically never spent it on anything but herself.

 Did they grow up nurtured or neglected: He was extremely neglected and abused as a child.

 What is the most offensive thing they ever said: He left his mother a note when he left in the night saying simply, ‘fuck you’.

 What is their greatest achievement: He helped another child at school who was going through similar things as him and gave him someone who would listen.

 What was their first kiss like: The boy who he had been helping had begun getting attractions to him and vice versa, and they had been walking down the street at night on their way to the boys house after sharing a joint in the park when the boy had stopped him, before thrusting him against the wall beside them and passionately kissing him. It had frightened him at first, but it felt so right and so beautiful that he couldn’t stop. This truly showed Jameson what he was afraid of at the time: he was gay.

 What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved: He took it too far with the boy, then being boyfriends, while they were making love the first time, doing some of the things he had learnt from his mother and the many men she had let into the house. He had hurt him, and he had begged for Jameson to stop and he had immediately. Jameson had burst into tears and the other boy was already crying. They hugged it out and the boy had reassured him it was okay, but he never truly forgave himself for it.

 What are their ambitions: Ambitions are for the privileged.

 What advice would they give their younger self: Do not ever believe you deserve the bad things that have happened to you.

 What smells remind them of their childhood: Wood stoves and the dust of the school broom cupboards.

 What was their childhood ambition: To be working in medicine in some way.

 What is their best childhood memory: His first kiss.

 What is their worst childhood memory: There are too many to count, but he would say when his mother locked him in a cupboard when she finally found out his sexuality, shoving only gluten-containing food in and not allowing him access to a bathroom. His coeliac made him incredibly sick from the food and what he did as a result began to fill the space. She was spun during this, and forgot he was in there for at least two days, in which he used the rest of his phone battery to message his boyfriend to get him out. Their relationship was entirely forbidden by his boyfriends parents as well, and the both of them never went back home.

 Did they have an imaginary childhood friend: He had many to try and escape his reality.

 When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment: When his favourite show ended; a needed distraction from the abstract dystopia his day-to-day was.

 What past act are they most ashamed of: When he went too far and hurt his boyfriend.

 What past act are they most proud of: His decision to not go home, despite not seeing much reprieve of the horrors life can present.

 Has anyone ever saved their life: His boyfriend saved him from dying in that cupboard, and he jumped in front of the bullet that ended him.

 Strongest childhood memory: He remembers distinctly the moment one of his mother’s men had been stabbed by her. He had hidden in his room at the sound of struggle, and then had heard his name being called. He had cautiously made his way to her, seeing her out of breath and very obviously tweaking. She had shockingly hugged him, and she had looked down at him and said the following words, “Mummy loves her little boy. Please, don’t ever make mummy mad enough. She just can’t help herself…”

He then remembers being sent to stay at his boyfriends place when a bunch of policemen came to the house, and he later found out his mother had been arguing with the man over her many charged felonies, and about whether he should be taken from her care. Jameson didn’t know the man had cared, and then he was gone. He remembers never sleeping with his back to the door after that, and reading up on in secret ways to defend against a knife attack.

 Love

Do they believe in love at first sight: With his mental state, he subscribes more to the notion of latch at first sight.

 Are they in a relationship: He was right before the beginning of the book, with his first from school. His name was Sedik Mahlunga.

 What is their sexuality: Entirely and unapologetically gay!

 How do they behave in a relationship: Each meaningful relationship he has is under critical lens, as he doesn’t trust others to not hurt him. It takes an extremely long time for him to not be cold and hostile to others, and as of yet he really has only had two good relationships with people. He is extremely giving and compassionate with those he deems as good, loving within an inch of his life.

 When did you character last have sex: He has sex every single day on the job.

 What sort of sex do they have: He does not have any identity of his own on this front; he does whatever the other person wants, and that’s it. This can range from gentle to incredibly violent to labile to kinky.

 Has your character ever been in love: He was and still is entirely in love with Sedik, and it kills him that that had to be taken so quickly.

 Have they ever had their heart broken: When Sedik was murdered.

 Conflict

How do they respond to a threat: He is numb to some threats now, but he always badly disassociates afterwards.

 Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue: He has been conditioned to physically defend himself when the need arises, and sometimes when it doesn’t. This is something he is trying to unlearn.

 What is your character’s kryptonite: Mention of his mother’s/pimp’s name. While typically doesn’t fully break down, his adrenaline propels him for the rest of the day.

 If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be: From their childhood home, his phone, and the brothel, his boyfriend.

 How do they perceive strangers: Fuck or threat.

 What do they love to hate: Many religious groups for their discriminatory teachings.

 What are their phobias: His mother. His pimp. Heavy rings. Anything hot. Unfamiliar/unwanted touch.

 What is their choice of weapon: He uses whatever is available to him at the time. His own fists are only good to defend, and sometimes not even that much, and he must make do.

 What living person do they most despise: His mother.

 Have they ever been bullied or teased: He wasn’t very well liked by those he hurt in school, but he was never really bullied and he was considered a popular boy.

 Where do they go when they’re angry: A wooded area off to the side of a park that’s close to his brothel. He feels calm here, and free.

 Who are their enemies and why: The other workers as they are always in constant competition with one another to be the most valuable.

 Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job: Sex worker.

 What do they think about their current job: He enjoys it to a degree, but he also doesn’t know anything else, and he doesn’t know how much he could enjoy other work.

 What are their hobbies: He enjoys writing and listening to Broadway plays in his spare time and outdoor activities such as gardening and nature walks. He has not had much time to fully broaden his horizons with all the hobbies one could acquire by his age.

 Educational background: He completed Grade 12 and did poorly.

 Intelligence level: He doesn’t lack intelligence, but he hasn’t been given the proper tools to let this show.

 Do they have a natural talent for something: He’s incredibly good at remembering things and can recite whole movies on the spot with added music and sound effects.

 What is their socioeconomic status: He is living in near squalor.

 Favourites

What is their favourite animal: Porcupines.

 Which animal do they dislike the most: Horses.

 What place would they most like to visit: South Africa so he can see his boyfriends home firsthand.

 What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen: His boyfriend when he broke him from the cupboard.

 What is their favourite song: Soldier, Poet, King.

 Music, art, reading preferred: Broadway-style and Singer-Songwriter/cartoony/comedy and young adult fiction.

 What is their favourite colour: Yellow, and rainbow~

 What is their password: GayRights69.

 Favourite food: Anything sweet! He especially likes chocolates, gluten-free muffins and ice cream.

 What is their favourite work of art: David statue.

 Who is their favourite artist: Vivziepop.

 What is their favourite day of the week: Tuesday.

 Possessions

What is in their fridge: He shares a fridge with seven other workers, and the only things that are his are the gluten-free items and some of the vodka. Most of the food is provided, but he has to go out of his way with his condition to get safe options.

 What is on their bedside table: He didn’t take much from his house, and all he keeps on it is his phone, a picture of him and his boyfriend, condoms, cigarettes, bags of heroin, and the ring he had bought to propose with with his first month’s pay. Most of his pay goes directly to his pimp, and it took him that long not buying anything else and finding one of the cheapest available.

 What is in their car: He has never learned to drive.

 What is in their bin: General rubbish and condom wrappers.

 What is in their purse or wallet: Money, condoms, library card, cigarettes, his dealer’s card, illegal prescription pain killers, pictures of him and Sedik, and his gardener membership card.

 What is in their pockets: Condom/wrappers, at least one emergency sweet for when his energy dips, wrappers, loose tips, and his phone.

 What is their most treasured possession: His pictures of him and Sedik.

 Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel: Sedik, but his cynical side says it’s the drugs.

 Do they believe in the afterlife: If there is, which he doubts, he believes he’s going straight to Hell.

 What are their religious views: He rejects religion for himself personally, and doesn’t mind some religions on there own, but the people and how they advocate for them ruins the entire thing for him.

 What do they think heaven is: A lie people tell themselves to justify their sometimes abhorrent behaviour to others.

 What do they think hell is: The world we were all set to endure.

 Are they superstitious: Not particularly.

 What would they like to be reincarnated as: A prophylactic.

 How would they like to die: In a timely fashion.

 What is your character’s spirit animal: He doesn’t believe in such things.

 What is their zodiac sign: Pisces.

 Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person: Keep them from being who they are.

 What is their view of ‘freedom’: To live unapologetically and love without restraint.

 When did they last lie: When he told his last client that he was feeling up to providing his service a day ago.

 What’s their view of lying: His whole life has been a lie he’s struggled to keep, and he’s never known that truth is best, so he’s comfortable and content in this way.

 When did they last make a promise: A day ago, when he promised his client that they were in for a night beyond what they could ever comprehend.

 Did they keep or break their last promise: More or less kept.

 Daily life

What are their eating habits: Right now he eats whatever he can that is keeping with his allergies. He relies heavily on sugary foods. He doesn’t enjoy fatty foods generally and eats greens when he has access to them, but sugar is definitely an issue with him.

 Do they have any allergies: He has Coeliac Disease.

 Describe their home: He lives in a brothel with seven other girls. This is defined as a relatively moderately sized shed in their pimp’s backyard, with seven tiny rooms and a small common area where they all congregate when not working, this including an extremely small kitchen. Any other ‘luxuries’, they have to pay their pimp in ‘favours’ to receive, and they are held in his house, such as watching TV and taking showers. He tries to spend as much time as he can out of the brothel, but he cannot go very much further than the yard most times when not working, and he would rather not be in the yard by himself where his pimp could punish him.

 Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder: He doesn’t own a lot of stuff.

 What do they do first thing on a weekday morning: He has a morning smoke and brews some tea.

 What do they do on a Sunday afternoon: He likes to take walks once he’s off work, and drinks a hot chocolate once he’s back. He usually rests after this; he never has any energy, and his job, habits, and illnesses take the last of it he has.

 What do they do on a Friday night: He gets totally wasted, abusing heroin and drinking until he physically can’t anymore, almost always ending in him passing out in a puddle of his own sick face down on the floor.

 What is the soft drink of choice: Creaming Soda.

 What is their alcoholic drink of choice: Vodka mainly.

 Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype: Jester/Lover.

 Who is their hero: Sedik.

 What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween: Angel Dust.

 Are they comfortable with technology: He is perfectly comfortable and even excels generally.

 If they could save one person, who would it be: Sedik, no questions asked. Thus far, there is no one in this world he cares about more than him.

 If they could call one person for help, who would it be: Sedik.

 What is their favourite proverb: It is what it is.

 What is their greatest extravagance: His sinful habits undoubtedly, most of his waning money is spent on these things.

 What is their greatest regret: Not doing anything as Sedik took the bullet for him. He was sick from the drugs and what had occurred before, and was barely aware of what was going on, but remembers extremely clearly the sound of the gun, and then Sedik crumpling in front of him.

 What is their perception of redemption: When they give no reason for you to doubt their words.

 What would they do if they won the lottery: He would leave the country and start over somewhere else, somewhere his mother and his pimp can’t find him.

 What is their favourite fairytale: He never learnt any fairy tales as a kid, and doesn’t bother with them as an adult.

 Do they believe in happy endings: He desperately wants to believe, and there is some semblance of faith still in him believes it truly can be.

 What is their idea of perfect happiness: Being free.

 What would they ask a fortune teller: If Sedik is at peace.

 If your character could travel through time, where would they go: He would travel to where ‘flower power’ was just coming into the public eye, and aid in the protests and rallies going on at the time.

 What sport do they excel at: He doesn’t really do much in the way of sports, but he does take walks.

 What sport do they suck at: Most honestly, he’s not a well person.

 If they could have a superpower, what would they choose: The power of invisibility.

[deythbanger]

Comedy: Think About Yourself

By DeYtH Banger Sorry guys for the gay and homo couples you are bit late... I had a dick fetish wanting to suxk cocks... and wanting balls and wanting to get full anal package. But I am not interested anynore mainly because... Hairy Sex is awful; If You Suck a Dick you suck in real life; I am Better than that; Homos are sweaty and those are the mainly books which say more than ever you can get in your real life. Think about me... not after a second... moment or whatever... just right now... think about me... If I am interested in moms wanking me off... I PROBABLY HAVE SERIOUS MOM ISSUES I mean look others youbg couples sometimes u see tge guys witg issues  a guy who likes a bit older woman or a woman which likes big old guys... 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Nowadays I think about special stuff.. like life.. sex... and vive... pick up... sacrafice tghe firsr lamb. Vibe in good energy you are the other people will go with you... the lower energy bad for you. Introverts long seasonal depression and anxiety and Extroverts short period of depression and anxiety. We believe in some shit ... because we want to feel smart but after all alpha... beta... gama males... bible... all this shit is made up or wrong intepretated. Sadly enough we can't say "We made a mistake..." Because too much people are on the fucking leash... it's a fucking long one... I can say "I made a mistake"... "I am sorry"...  because that's what I remeber from my fucked up childhood... my mom and after all parents teaching... be nice.. be good... be respectful... COME ON FUCKS DO YOU WANT ME FUCKS AND CONTINUE THE GENE POOL OR YOU ARE GIVING ME RECIPE ... 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"Let's do it now..." And this shit goes over and over and over and over... when I think about it most of my life has went into believing bullshit fables and tales... made up fantasies and masturbating on it and right now... definetly now Eminem is going into the vocabulary books and searching words for rhymes... And me.. Fucking me... masturbating on my imagination... defibbetly wastibg my fucking life... I told one of my friends to put extazy into a drink of a girl... one of the guys told me that I have  shhh.. shh.. went too far... "come on we are addicts.. din't say such shit..".. the problem is that I have found the most shortcut to a pussy. My friend grom facebook sent me "Evolution = Suicide" ... I send him a book called "Reasons to kill yourself.." His reply was, it's not funny anymore. Nobody wants the truth about themselves, they like to fuck around with others and say shit like ... "get over it..", "grow up" and "get your life in your hands..."..So being honest is the last trade mark of suceeding in life. I am not a zombie... OKAY BITCH... My life goes unemotional... okay, I don't want to get overpulluted with emotions or even geeting a fucking flood from this shit. People get easily addicted... that's what's awful about society. I am going disagree with David Mamet argument that crowds are smart and individuals are dumb. The problem is that yoy haven't met the right people... so your argument is wrong. Romance = Porn.. if you want all day sex and sex and getting fucking overflood with erection go with this fucking genres.. Life is not pnly about this it's about the starvation kids in Africa.. the guy who rapes women... killers... We got fucking Whole show .. full free package of entertainment.. IT'S GREAT THAT PEOLLE THINK LESS AND ADS MAKE PEOPLE DUMBER AND FEEL SHAME... FEELING INNER GUILT... 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