Welp I don’t claim to speak for every ndn out there so I can’t pinpoint exactly what wouldn’t offend everyone. But I would say as long as you are as accurate as possible to the tribe that the character is, do as much research as possible, maybe even connect with someone who’s a member of that tribe. Pick an actual tribe don’t just make one up. We already have enough to combat when it comes to myths and stereotypes. Followers? Any other suggestions? -mod A
Thank you all, I am going to write him and I want this character to be as identifiable as possible. He is a mentor to my protagonist, because he is older, out ranks him as a Marine and because my main character comes from a broken home. Not because of a mystical/spiritual guide stereotype. This character is part of the Sioux Nation in MN, but I was told it was unwise to specify a tribe. He will have faults, but as a man in a complex story not only of his own but that of his friend. Of course his heritage will play a huge part, but it would if he was part of any culture. He is a solid part of his community and family which at points will involve more characters in his community, but this particular story has a main character already and I need to focus on him. I welcome more guidance so please message me :)
Let’s start out by explaining what I mean by rough love…
This is a love that is destined to fail, but life works its magic and my readers will enjoy several seductive moments as well as a true friendship all do to consent respect.
Here is another snippet of their love making…I promised a scene with a strand of pearls and here is the start:
"Dezmond took the long strand of pearls from her neck while positioning Helena on the makeshift bed he made with the loose clothes scattered on the parks ground. He wrapped the pearls around her wrists loosely, then put her arms around his neck. He put just enough pressure on her so she felt him all 225 pounds, 6’6 of his body on her small frame. She was delicate but her curves felt good, he wrapped both of her legs around his waist and went deep, she bowed her back in ecstasy, moaning his name and trembling."
My first couple of times writing sex scenes I was nervous I was going to far, but I remembered my audience is adult. Below is a scene I wrote for a short story:
Jack moved her swiftly to the couch, kissing her with all of the intensity he felt for so many months. She kissed back and started to pull off his shirt, unbuttoning his jeans then stopped, “Will you love me Jack, just for tonight, like you love Lily?” Letti asked in a strange manner, like it was a contracted deal. “No, but I’ll love you like you. I’ll love you tonight because I do, because you are a strong, sexy, talented woman who is different then anyone I’ve ever met.” Jack said stroking her face. “Do you promise me?” Letti moaned stroking him beneath his jeans. “Yes!” he said with a quiver. “Swear to me.” She asked pulling down his boxers and lifting her dress up over her head, leaving her with nothing on lying under him. “I swear it to you Letti.” Jack murmured as he started to make love to her as he promised. It was as if magic filled the air, swirls of smells he was not used to…it was lavender and coconut.
I feel it is tame compared to the next one I did for my CREED story which is this:
Having found him standing by the rocky washed out pier, Helena knew she had to make it count. She pulled him to her feeling swiftly that he was anxious to see her. Towering over Helena, Dez got excited immediately knowing just how much she wanted him. He saw she became slightly uncovered by the soft floral skirt she wore and the quick motion of her pulling him. He grabbed the nap of her neck and kissed it softly, licking from her ear to her chin kissing harder as he reached the swollen quivering lips that he longed so much for. Realizing they were finally his to devour, Dez took advantage and kissed her so hard he almost shocked himself. The powers he possessed seemed to stabilize with every kiss, every breath they shared. She was aggressive even rubbing his hardness, then slowly unzipped the gate keeping his flesh from hers. He slipped off her lace purple panties and picked her up, spreading her legs across his sculpted abs, slowly pulling her down…..
"He has a kindness, not found in most men especially when as a kid he was beat or abandoned on a weekly basis. He takes care of his family, they will suffer so much without him. Dezmond goes to his brothers and sisters parent teacher meetings for Christ sake, Murray! Helena yelled, she took a breath to calm herself. "Be kind to him please… something happened over there in that wasteland and Dez doesn’t know how to control it. I will find him, just let me find him." She looked up with desperate eyes pleading to Det. Ross
"You have twelve hours to find him and get him to me. As much as I respect Dez I need an explanation why his likeness is connected to the break-ins around here and how he’s doin it….and what is with the smashed walls, well just about smashed everything?" Det. Ross commanded as he lit the Marlboro toggling in the right corner of his mouth.
This a small blurb from the Creation of Creed when the community including the love of his life find out, Dez is in trouble.
Thank you so much to the wonderful illustrator of Dezmond Creed, Kirbi Fagan.
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This particular rendering is of just Dezmond before the accident in Afghanistan. This is who we will all fall in love with and route for. Stay Tuned!
Well Shit why wouldn’t I! The faceless man in the above picture is Will Sales and he is my muscle. He has the Marine background and the body type I wanted for Dezmond. He is so gorgeous that if I didn’t know better I would say he was the guy who stopped in front of every mirror just to catch a glimpse, thing is I do know better and he is one of the most down to earth guys ever. Dezmond is goofy, massive and many times feels awkward, but pulls off cool anyway and I stole that right from Will up there.