#daebaths

[abominamenti-a-blog]

NAME: Yorick / Nergal NICKNAME: The beast of the void, the crownless king, God, Horror, Abomination. AGE: Older than the stars SPECIES: Eldritch Abomination

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true RELIGIOUS BELIEF: none SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE:  To understand human life, devour to his will, and regain his former title as the king beyond stars. LANGUAGES KNOWN:  Every language and some yet known. SECRETS:  Under the skin of a Man hides  form that makes no sense, a beast that devours sanity - But deeper, in his very core, there is a loneliness that breaks his pride. SAVVIES:  interests in many cultures and customs, knwoledge of wars and chaos, great at reading the human minds.

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 6'1’’ WEIGHT: Unknown ( can make himself as heavy or light as he wishes ) SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None ABILITIES/POWERS: parasite abilities ( living within an host ), immortality, speaks with his mouth closed, mind poisoning  RESTRICTIONS: The body of his Host and his ever growing hunger.

favourites.

FOOD: Stars & souls DRINK: nothing PIZZA TOPPING: the despair of his ennemies ???? COLOUR:  b l a c k MUSIC GENRE:  anything that has harp in it BOOK GENRE:  Sci Fi, horror, thriller MOVIE GENRE: ^^^^ SEASON: Winter CURSE WORD: He doesn’t swear, he’s a good boi SCENT(S):  Dust and Hospital’s cleansing products.

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP: What is human sexuality ???? SINGS IN THE SHOWER:  Definitely but it sounds more like a screech LIKES BAD PUNS: Does not understand but he will always clap at one

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[angelbirthed-blog]

10, 14, 26 and 32 :3c

character development questions / always accepting!

10. What energizes and drains them most?

        There’s no denying he gets a thrill out of a fight. Mayyybe he’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Doing something even mildly dangerous is enough to make him drop his cool composure and bring a wild light to his eyes and a grin impossibly big to his face.

       … Really, the promise of something exciting will catch his attention. But his standards can be kind of high.

       Dealing with people for too long drains him quickly, despite his charisma. Even though he’s quite willing to appear on television, as a guest in a talk show or beside a news anchor, saying what he can to please the masses, he’s still reserved at heart. It’s not unlike him to hide away within his home for days on end to recuperate until he’s ready to deal with others again. Acting like you give a shit about what other people say and that you actually like them isn’t always an easy task.

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

answered here!

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

answered here!

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

       Despite his wealth, he doesn’t dress to stand out too much. In fact, he dresses rather conservatively, never showing much skin. There’s always a coat around his shoulders when he goes out, heavy on his frame and sweeping behind him. It’s a trademark of his, in a way. Expensive coats that still look rather plain yet give him a whole different aura. Without them, he looks a bit smaller. One might think he does this to appear more imposing, and that’s partially true, but there’s also other more personal reasons for it that he refuses to elaborate on.

       A copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy that can fit in his coat pocket, the pages yellowed with age, dog-eared and crinkled, the cover worn. Well-used and well-loved. It ties into his fascination with religion, with his need to understand and learn about demons and what his father died for.

       And he always carries some form of weaponry with him, be it a gun he can easily hide beneath his coat, or a knife, or maybe both. A constant need to protect himself should danger come. If he were to leave without at least a knife on him, he’d grow jittery and paranoid and more likely to snap and lash out. He’s lean and athletic and quick on his feet, but he’s not the strongest person physically; he can throw punches, sure, but that only does so much. The weapons are a substitute for raw strength.

[angelbirthed-blog]

BHOMP BHOMP WHATS NEW PUSSYCAT

‘it’s not unusual’ fades out. it’s dead quiet.

BWOMP BWOMP WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT

[angelbirthed-blog]

21

one word writing prompts.

             21. — birthday

        Ryo never cared much for birthdays.

       There was no point in it, he thought. It’s just one more year that he survived. It feels strange to celebrate it, what’s the big deal? He spends it like he would every other day.

       Ever since they met, every year Akira would insist on trying to get Ryo to let him throw a party. A small one, because they both knew Ryo didn’t have too many friends. He was pulled out of public school in junior high due to behavioral problems and remained home-schooled all through high school. Kids didn’t really like him too much, thought he was a stuck-up asshole. A lot of girls liked him because they thought he was pretty. It just made a lot of boys hate him even more. So no one would really bother celebrating it with him in the first place, and while he knows Akira’s intentions are good because Akira is nothing but kind, he has no interest.

       Today, the 5th of November, 2012, he turns eighteen.

       And, like every other year, he plans to spend it like he would any day.

       Until, at five in the evening, his phone buzzes with a text from Akira, asking – no, demanding, which is strange because Akira never demands anything from anyone – Ryo to meet him at the arcade they used to frequent when they were younger in twenty minutes.

       And Ryo has a bit of a hard time saying no to Akira. The multiple emojis in his texts might have made it harder.

       When they meet, despite Ryo’s protests, Akira takes him to the fairgrounds. It’s already getting dark out, the glow of the lights from the rides and the tents illuminating the faces of each person that passes them by. Ryo is flustered, even if he tries to hide it.

       Akira makes most of the decisions for once, and Ryo allows it. They walk the carnival until their feet begin to hurt, eat crappy junk food ( a mistake, because after Ryo almost vomits on one of the rides and has to spend fifteen minutes in the bathroom to cool down with Akira rubbing his back soothingly ), fail miserably at most of the games until Akira finds out he’s rather decent at ring toss. A stuffed dog is pushed into Ryo’s arms, and Akira’s grin is so big and bright it’s almost blinding.

       At the end of the night, they sit on the hood of Ryo’s car parked at the top of a hill overlooking the grounds. Ryo shares a cigarette with him. He thinks it’s cute how Akira’s nose still wrinkles when he takes a drag, because he knows that Akira only smokes whenever he’s around.

       “What was all this for?” Ryo asks, lying back against the windshield, blowing smoke towards the night sky.

       “I didn’t want you to spend today alone.” Akira’s voice is… soft. Gentle. “It didn’t feel right. And I–”

       Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Akira bite his lip. Ryo’s fingernails suddenly dig painfully into his palm.

       “You should have fun on your birthday. You shouldn’t be alone.”

       Ryo wants to kiss him. He’s reminded, not for the first time, that he’s very much in love.

       “Thanks,” is all Ryo can think to say. Ashes fall onto his chest, reminding him of the dying cigarette in his hand. He brushes them off and flicks the rest onto the ground. “Akira, thank you.”

       Akira smiles again. It’s infectious. Ryo loves him.

       “Happy birthday, Ryo.”