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[Kitsch]

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  Hi and hello~! My name is Kitsch and I've been role-playing and creative writing for quite awhile now (10+ years). My pronouns are she/they, I'm 30 y's/o (and only interested in partners 18+), love drawing, reading, writing, and anime! I am a plot heavy role-player who prefers multi-paragraph length posts and usually only RP MxM. I'm really passionate about in depth details, learning about our characters together, creating scenarios, and more! I just eat it up! I do enjoy sex scenes as well, but I like plot a bit more and would rather prioritize my energy on plot over sex scenes and hope to find partners with the same vibe. Some of the things I enjoy writing are omegaverse, fantasy, slice of life, (so long as it's a REALLY interesting idea/dynamic) period pieces, mystery, action, drama, angst, and tragedy.
  
  I also enjoy multi-character plots, so if we have side characters we really find fitting well together, or if we wanna add side characters to pair together, I'm down for that! I usually don't end my Rp's if I can help it. I like doing, "the next generation," type stuff, especially if there's omegaverse involved to give easier way for that opportunity. I enjoy having back and forth replies, but don't mind having RP partners who take longer to reply! I like to communicate with my partners a lot, so if we partner up don't be shy about us going into details!
  
  If you're interested in anything on my list, I would appreciate you just sending me a DM/PM entailing which plot you're interested in, and a character sheet with your OC's details attached! I don't have any specific way I lean whether it be top, bottom, or switch. If we're a good fit, I'll make whatever position work so long as it's fun and interesting!
  I will only RP in threads. I just like making sure I can go back and read the stuff we wrote without risk of it going away somehow or me losing it in DM's/Pm's or any chats.
  
  I really hope to meet new RP partners and get back in the RP game and write some creative stuff with like minded creatives!
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  • No Godmodding: Please do not control my characters, NPC's, or any character I create. I am controlling them for a reason. If you want to do something with a character, just ask. I'll have them do it.
  • Communication: I really want to talk over plot and details or ideas, make sure we're both on the same page, and check in with each other if things seem too much or aren't going the way someone expected. So, in short, don't be a stranger! Of course, this doesn't mean spam me. But please, tell me what you want in reference to the RP and I'd love to hear it!
  • Reply Times: Life is life. My reply rate can be anywhere between a couple of replies a week to a couple of replies a month. I don't expect speedy replies or anything like that, but I do expect checking in and making sure the RP isn't gone and forgotten, or if one of us wants to drop. There's no pressure. It's all just for fun!
  • MxM: Mostly prefer MxM RP and am looking for a partner looking for the same!
  • Smut: I like writing smut. It's fun. BUT I think it takes up a lot of time and distracts from the plot. Still, I can't separate plot and smut from my writing. I wouldn't mind full on sex scenes, but I also wouldn't mind brief ones. So long as it doesn't take 2 pages to complete a sex scene.
  • OC Only: I'm not the biggest fan of fandom RP's. I like making my own content and idea's and I like playing with other peoples original content and ideas! If you think I fit the bill for one of your OC ideas, drop me a DM/PM and I'll be all ears! I also don't mind fandom INSPIRED stuff. Example: Alien Stage inspired, MHA inspired, etc.
  • Writing: I write multi-paragraph replies and I would like someone who can provide me equal length replies.
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  - Scat/Water Sports
  
  - Diaper play
  
  - Age regression
  
  - Age play
  
  - Inflation
  
  - Feet
  
  -Extreme Gore
• Spoiler: Writing Example 1

  "I love you,"
  
  He hadn't heard him say it back last time. It hadn't really mattered in the moment. He didn't hold it against Axavin. William understood why Axavin may have not wanted to say it at the time. Just as he had been afraid to say this, it was the same for Axavin. It meant that time was winning the race against them, chasing until it was up.
  
  Until they'd only have words and feelings and memories to hold at night. This hand in his that held so tightly would soon be longing to be held again, only to be disappointed day after day. It was a painful reality that bothered his mind daily. He was glad to address it but at the same time, wished they could just pretend it would never happen. Every fear Axavin listed was one he shared mutually with him, understanding his anxieties as they were his own.
  
  As his eyes wet and eventually drowned his face, William's would follow. His face would twist, the hand squeezing his squeezed back, holding on as if his life would end otherwise. As much as he wanted to hide his face away, he kept his eyes on Axavin. He of all people, who was breaking in front of him, could watch him break as well.
  
  They could break in tandem. His free hand came for Axavin's face, pushing the tears to the side with his thumb to save him from completely drowning. William was one to talk though. His eyes and face were just as wet, his breath shaky and hitching.
  
  He was not the composed man he usually was. Neither was Axavin though. There was a comfort in mutually letting down their guards. Crying after what was probably so long for the both of them. Axavin was right. It was scary and painful. It was going to be a pain that would reopen and blind him again and again. No matter...
  
  Their shared fears brought them to a mutual understanding. "Its a little scary when you read my mind like that..." he'd comment, cracking a small joke to try and lighten the mood, even if a bit. Axavin. He was beautiful even now. Red and messy from tears, yet, picturesque...
  
  There was no stopping the inevitable. They'd part ways and things would have to be different. They were in grief over something that had only just been recognized and he didn't want them to be. He certainly didn't want to be. They loved each other. That was something to celebrate. He'd do his best to calm himself down first, biting back the rest of his tears in favor of silencing Axavin with his lips before he could utter another word.
  
  Their entwined fingers seemed to tangle tighter without even trying as the lip lock went on. It tasted salty from their tears. Slightly chapped from the cold they'd been playing in earlier. Tasting his natural flavor that somehow reminded him of sweet, brown sugar, William making a point of finding it on his tongue and savoring it until he needed to breath. All those fears Axavin talked about, he couldn't shake them himself.
  
  He'd finish drying Axavin's face, looking at him so longingly. He didn't want to think about the what if's between their absence from each other. He just wanted to remember this. Now. "I'm not sure what will happen while we're apart. Even if things don't turn out how we hope, I don't want us to forget the fact this feeling existed between us," he'd tell the other man. He'd give any thing to stay with Axavin, but they both knew it was impossible. So, if he had to burn his memory into himself, so be it.
  
  "Its going to hurt, but I want to remember the pain along with every thing else. I want to burn and feel anguish and happiness. I want it to be because of you, no matter what it is. Please...."
  
  He'd bring Axavin's hand to his chest, allowing him to feel his heart banging against his chest. His hands had become sweaty and he wasn't sure when it happened but at this point he didn't think it went unnoticed for Axavin either. "I told you I wouldn't mind if you did it. I want you to, and, I want you to make sure you don't hold back. Please," he'd beg once more, "take me. Leave marks behind. Make me ache and sore, Axavin. Leave me with traces of you to remind myself of this." Tears were threatening his eyes again, his body starting to softly shake. Whether it was from nervousness or excitement, William didn't know nor care.
  Spoiler: Writing Example 2

  This was the end. The battle had waged for some time. Hours. Each member of the hero's party fought valiantly, giving all their strength in an effort to defeat their ultimate foe, a demon-like being who dared to turn the world into a wasteland of darkness and ruin. They trained years for this moment, especially the hero, knowing that if they failed, their world would plummet into turmoil.
  
  All of their friends. Their family…Their lives were at stake! Having that in mind kept them going, fighting despite the pain, despite the fear, and despite the possibility of losing their own lives in the process.
  
  They'd fought so many impossible beasts and villains before this, honing their skills with each new challenge. Whether their power lied in strength or magic, the hero truly believed they were ready to face their most dangerous foe after so much practice and improvement over the years! Yet…it wasn't enough. Not enough to keep them standing together until the end. The hero stood frozen, alone yet surrounded by the bodies of his fallen comrades.
  
  Some managed to hold on to life, but only by a thread. He could hear their ragged breathing. Their whines and moans of pain. Others, he hated to say, were too far gone to even hope they'd make a sound again. Their suffering was at least over now. There was nothing he could do for them, as the prophesized hero, and it tore him apart. His body felt heavier knowing he was alone in this now. His sword too felt like it suddenly gained hundreds of pounds in his hand. He almost couldn't move his arms from their locked position, his sword held in a defensive position as he tried to pull himself out of this deep spiral of fear and uncertainty.
  
  Every breath felt like his last as he pulled the thick air in through his nose, nearly gagging at the smell of blood and death surrounding him. He wanted to throw up…Wanted to run away, as far as he could! That wasn't what a hero did though, and he was the only one who could end this now. People were counting on him. His comrades' deaths couldn't go in vain! The fear, the shock, the trauma, it all had to be ignored in favor of finishing this once and for all!
  
  He'd dare to look up and away from the carnage, catching his foe still standing and readying to attack yet again, despite how injured he'd been from their previous attacks. Just one more blow. It was honestly all the hero had left in him, but at this point, it seemed like it was all that was needed. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer after this thanks to his own injuries, the pain only now rearing it's head as he realized just how severely he was wounded. A gash ran from his rib cage down to his lower abdomen. A deeper wound near his lungs just wouldn't stop bleeding, making him feel dazed. His right leg was also broken somewhere, though he was unsure quite where. He was holding himself up by sheer will and adrenaline. If this was truly his final stand, he was going to take the demon plaguing this world with him! He'd grit his teeth, tighten his grip on his sword until his knuckles turned a hue of purple, and for the last time, he'd charge in, screaming through the pain and fear to keep himself from hesitating, building up his adrenaline! Then, his eyes would burst open. A deep gasp filled his lungs as he jolted up from the bed into a sitting position, clutching his chest where he thought he'd been wounded.
  
  This was no unfamiliar scene to Lucan. He'd been woken up by the same dream so many times before this. Today it was around four am. Previous nights it could have been anywhere between three and six am. He was drenched in a cold sweat with tears streaking down his face, desperate to calm his haggard breathing. It was just a dream yet it felt so vivid and real. The fear, the injuries, the fighting.
  
  Everything felt like he'd truly experienced it. He thought he'd died… After realizing that no, he was quite alive, he'd be left awake, unable to persuade his body and mind back to sleep after that. By this time in his life, at age 21, he'd gotten more used to the dreams. They'd started when he was young, at first innocently about adventure and slaying monsters. He could never remember big details, like names. Faces often blurred as he'd wake up, unable to recall just who he'd been adventuring around with. In his day to day, when he wasn't sleeping, little memories like flashes in his mind came to him, excitedly recalling moments in his life that never happened. He'd talk about them nostalgically and his parents humored his cute little fantasies, seeing them as harmless make believe that all kids would do. But eventually, the fantasies became more of a problem as they devolved into horrific nightmares filled with death and carnage.
  
  He'd seen his allies from those dreams and memories perish so many times. He'd seen himself die, over and over, fighting the same demon, in the same battle scenario. It would always end the same as well, his world going dark and him waking to the real world. Maybe he was safe, but the fear it put in him was all too real. These dreams waned over time, with help from therapists, medication, and a good support system. His parents were always tentative about his issue, and thanks to them he felt like he couldn't have gotten this far in recovery.
  
  Unfortunately, being used to it didn't mean it went away all together. It still came around here and there, causing him a good amount of trouble, like this morning. From the moment his eyes shot open he knew he was going to be pretty out of it today. Nonetheless, he ripped himself away from his bed and would throw himself into the bathroom to start getting ready for his day. Hygiene, clothes, food, medication, a text to his parents, then out to class.
  
  He managed to keep himself prepared for moments like this when he knew he was going to be exhausted. In his school bag, at the ready, were four energy drinks. He'd grab a case every week just to keep stocked and they always came in handy when his sleep just didn't hit right. They were definitely not good for him, and they often kept him up a lot later than usual, but they did the trick when he had to study or listen to lectures. Before class he'd crack one open, chug, toss the can, then do the same before the next class. By the time the third rolled around, he was wide awake, taking notes like no other student with what felt like the speed of a thousand words per minute. By lunch he'd mellow out a bit, enjoying a meal with his friends, a few from his various classes and some from track and field.
  
  "We're all headed out tonight!" One would mention to Lucan, nudging him playfully. "Are you in? I know you looked kind of tired earlier…Long night of studying again?"
  
  He hated when it was pointed out. He had no poker face when it came to being tired. The bags under his eyes were no help either. He'd gone out of his way and learned how to apply makeup just to hide them, buying various creams and serums as well, hoping maybe one or five of the products he was suggested by the reviews online would fix them, even if just a little! But alas, the makeup was the only savior he really relied on, and this morning he'd neglected to put any on.
  
  "I think I can handle it," he'd inform his friend, denying any allegations of sleepiness. "I haven't been out in awhile. Studying has really had a hold on me," he'd explain, using studying as an excuse.
  
  After all, who could he really tell about these strange dreams other than his parents and his therapist? People would think he was crazy and that was one of his biggest fears. He didn't want to be seen as crazy… The dreams, the memories, they weren't real. They couldn't hurt him. They just needed to be ignored. He'd get better.
  
  "Well, put away the books tonight and come through!" Another of his pals would eagerly suggest to Lucan. "We're going to Wild Rabbit tonight. That bar has the best music and all the girls go there too! Imagine a hottie dancing on you tonight instead of you sticking your nose in those books. We'll throw back some drinks, have some laughs! It'll be great!"
  
  Yeah… Maybe that's what he really needed. A night out. Booze did help him get better sleep too. A girl? Well.. he couldn't say he was as interested as his friends in that part. But the drinking and partying did sway him. "Alright…Yeah, I'll tag along tonight. I guess I didn't realize how much I've been staying in. Let's do it!"
  
  They all cheered with excitement, their night looking bright and full of fun with a full party of them going along this time. Lucan had to admit, he was pretty excited too! When the time came to get ready he raced back to his humble apartment, coming home straight from practicing on the track. Sorting through his clothes he'd try on a few different outfits until he settled on a pair of nice, dark jeans, a white shirt, and a blue jacket that cut off near his waist, light to keep him from overheating. He fixed his hair, gave himself a spritz of cologne, something that smelled like the ocean, then off he went, eagerly meeting up with his friends outside of the bar. The night was young, but his group liked to start early. It was probably around seven pm. They started off downing two shots at the bar immediately upon entering.
  
  Next they'd order themselves personal drinks, Lucan deciding on a cider. Something strong yet palatable to sip on as they'd move from the bar various places inside. There was a dance floor, a patio, and some tables along the side. His friends and him would walk and talk, joking and throwing back shots here and there as some of them tried to woo women through the night. Lucan was simply going with the flow, feeling the buzz start to kick in as he thought to himself,
  
  'Ah, this is really what I needed!'
  
  As much fun as he was having, he couldn't help but feel like he was getting distracted. Something was catching his attention. No. More like someone was. Every time he moved with his group, looked around the bar, his eyes would draw towards a certain person. No matter where he went he would end up looking his way eventually. He didn't know what it was about him but he just couldn't take his eyes off of him when he got caught in his gaze. Was he familiar? Maybe from school? This was a college town after all, running into a fellow classmate you maybe saw once or twice in passing wasn't unheard of. But he really couldn't recall seeing him before. Yet something inside him couldn't shake this feeling…this feeling of familiarity.
  
  He didn't mean to stare. He hoped the other hadn't noticed it either! He'd come here tonight to relax. Picking someone up wasn't really his thing either. His friends were great with picking up potential love interests for the night. But he always ended up with cold feet. A big part of the reason was his sleeping problem. He didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable if it happened. It really drove his anxiety crazy too just thinking about the possibility, and that was no help to any mans libido. The next time he caught himself staring, he'd ban himself from looking around. Instead he'd try to focus on his drink, letting the fizzy cider drown his anxieties and any fear that he'd possibly looked like a creep as he'd stole glances earlier. Tonight he was going to relax and have fun, then get some of the best sleep of his life. Maybe he'd dream about the ocean. He would have liked that...
  Spoiler: X Rated Writing Example 3

  So badly he wished it was his name being called out. Still, he took pride in Paris’ reactions. He didn’t just see his reactions, he felt them. His mouth sensed the throbbing as he’d service Paris on hand and knee, enjoying each tremble, moan, and pull of his hair in reply to Victor’s lust hungry actions. He too wasn’t sure how much he could hold back. He was becoming drunk off of this moment just as he had last night, taking it all in from Paris’ scent, to his body, to his very tone of voice that drove Victor crazy every time he called for him.
  
  With as much patience as he could, he’d remove himself from Paris’ body. His mouth would carefully abandon his pulsing member. Fingers regrettably retreated as well, Victor taking his time to get a good look at Paris standing in front of him. His head pushed back into the wall, rifled with need, panting and waiting for Victor to make the next move. Victor couldn’t put it off anymore.
  
  He was sure Paris could see it in his expression as he’d rise from the floor to come face to face with the omega. He couldn’t wait anymore. Edged, needy eyes looking like a wolf ready to bite into it’s prey. “Hang on,” he’d warn him in a husky, lower tone, just above a whisper. His hands slipped under Paris’ thighs, grabbing them, securing them in his grasp, then hoisting him up against the wall of the shower. They were practically at the same eye level now, facing each other evenly while Victor put himself into position between Paris’ legs.
  
  “Put your legs around my waist and wrap your arms around my neck,” he’d instruct him, waiting until he shifted to shift himself for better access. He could feel the head barely touching his hole, eager to reacquaint himself with it. His lips sought out for Paris once more, kissing him from his neck, to his cheek, to his forehead. When he got his chance, he followed through, engaging their lips with softness at first only for softness to turn into slow boiling passion that threatened to overflow. That overflow urged him to move his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing the bundle of nerves welcoming his intrusion as if to suck him in.
  
  He could feel the heat rising that much more within his gut. The kiss acting as a catalyst to Victor’s need for more, greedily pulling Paris’ hips down to further impale him on his cock while their tongues tangled, lips coming together from one angle to the other. Paris’ body pressed between his own and the wall, like a decoration that Victor could view in full radiance, taking his cock so well, impressively while it would be pushed further in, almost at full length. Their lips would part ways, saliva connecting them only to dissipate in seconds as if it had never connected them at all. Still, there was a part of them that remained connected and Victor did not wait to neglect that connection any longer. He was so light, it was easy to guide him from resting on his manhood to pulling him off by his thighs, then pulling him back down. His eyes had wandered to their lower halves, watching their bodies meet, groaning with pleasure at the very sight. This may have been a good view, but the one he really enjoyed was watching Paris’ face melt into incoherent pleasure.
  
  “Hold onto me,” he’d instruct again, eyes flickering from their bodies to where he truly wanted to give attention, those eyes and that expression. He’d pull himself and Paris back once more, this time burying himself further in than the last thrust, fingers raking along the flesh of his thighs as tight walls consumed his manhood. He’d start to build a pace, the noises of their colliding bodies splashing water and adding to their own level of slip to the equation, making it that much more easy to move. It was no secret he was enjoying this. Every inch Paris could take felt like an inch closer to heaven for Victor, melting from the pleasure even in his expression. His forehead would press against the omega, securing his leg a little more around his hips but wanting more than just this.
  
  It just wasn’t enough like this. That began their tour of the entire room. From the shower where he’d taken him against the wall, to the sink top where he’d had him stand facing the mirror, taking him from behind with his hips like his little steering wheel to bring back into his pelvis each time he thrusted forward into the moist cavern he’d spread the cheeks of to better see his entrance in and out, to the hall where he’d nearly taken him again against the wall, stopping mid way to put them back on the bed for the rest of their activities to play out. Every part of that room became incorporated in their escapade. Wet footprints would show where Victor had taken Paris, like a guide for anyone not present. The bed had only become a little damp by the time they’d gotten to it, most of the wetness coming from their hair still dripping from not having the patience between fucking to dry it.
  
  Even if this brought on a cold, Victor had no regrets outside of how this would be the last time for an unknown amount of time he’d get to enjoy Paris’. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they began but he didn’t care either. Victor had him laid out beneath him, spread and pushing forward without reserve this time, one hand on the other's inner thigh to keep spread for the angle and the other keeping him held up on the bed. He was getting close by this point, the room drenched in their mingled scents from bathroom, to hallway, to bedroom. “Paris,” he’d call his name, his boy bending over the omegas to focus and be closer to him. “Cum with me…” He'd pant, urging this with his bucking hips and attentive hand stroking Paris in time with his hips.
• Spoiler: Night Shift Never

  There's a popular restaurant in town here. Not a lot of people have been inside it before though. It's not like it's a bad restaurant or anything. It's got really good reviews online, and the pictures of the food always look mouth watering! People around here talk about it a lot too, saying they really wanna try it out! Thing is, the place only opens around 7pm, and you need a reservation to dine in at night, which is often all booked out. Even famous influencers and food critics have a hard time getting in.
  
  Though it's hard for people to get in to have a bite, it wasn't hard for (A) to get a job he so desperately needed! (A) was honestly surprised he got in so easily, but (A) supposed they really needed the help! (A) has been tasked with working day shift, before restaurant service begins. During the day, (A) cleans the place up, sets and dresses tables, does light meal prep, and makes sure reservations are still in place, as well as taking any calls for reservation bookings. Before the sky gets too dark, (A) is expected to leave and come back the next morning. It's an odd schedule, but the pay is phenomenal! More than (A) imagined a menial job like this would pay!
  
  (A) feels like he's hit the jackpot on jobs, living leisurely with fat paychecks and hardly any work! However, when (A) is called in one busy night to help out as a waiter, he stumbles upon the secret of why this restaurant is so private.
  
  They're monsters…. The staff, the patrons!!! They're all vampires, beasts in disguise, demons, and monsters! Can (A) go another shift like this now that he knows? Will his boss (B), a Vampire, put an end to him for knowing???
  Spoiler: King Maker

  A god bored of ruling their little spot of the universe relinquishes their power in the form of a crown, falling from the sky and in an unknown place in the world.
  
  “Whoever finds my crown will become the new King of this world, a God and all the power that comes with it,”
  
  Was the message sent out by god themself before going dark and leaving the rest to the beings of this world to figure out, watching from afar and wondering who will become the next ruler of this world.
  
  Many have gone out to search for the crown and have lost their lives for it along the way. (A) has just set off on his journey to find the crown, meeting (B) along the way, who seems to also be looking for the crown and even got close to securing it! However, (B) seems to have some amnesia from the last time he saw the crown, the memories of where the crown was located being broken and fragmented in his mind. Without any better options, (A) and (B) use what little (B) remembers about the last place he saw the crown to help them both find it!
  Spoiler: True Love Seeker Incubus-San!

  Demons from what's known as the under realm take part in a cultural project between the under realm, upper realm, and human realm. Those of authority between the three realms have agreed to try integrating low risk lower realm and upper realm beings into the human world, some wishing to trade their magical yet rural immortal lives for the advancements of humanity! For one particular incubus, this is a pretty big deal! All his life he's been waiting to integrate into human society, excited to chase his dreams in the human world! The only stipulation? He must keep his identity secret and put his libido on hold until his probation period is over! As he dives in to take part in human culture and romance, he'll find his secret is much harder to keep than he thought and he'll come to realize that love is a much more complicated feeling than they could have ever imagined!
  Spoiler: Rebirth of the Hero

  Ever since (A) was a child, (A) knew there was something different about themself. (A) would dream of a places that never existed. (A) knows of things that just aren't real. People who were never born. Moments that were never had. It's all so vivid and feels real, but logically that can't be right...
  
  At first, this wasn't a problem. After all, children create fantasies and fairy tales all the time! (A) seemed to be having fun playing out scenes from the adventures in his head as well! But in time, the epic fantasies of a hero and his allies devolved into nightmares. Sleep had been lost on (A) for some time.
  
  (A) would wake up crying from dreams where he's in the heat of war, something a child had no business dreaming about. Bodies of friends and comrades laid in (A)'s path, slaying vicious foes and beasts. (A) could literally feel his heart thumping as a new enemy approached. (A) found himself fearful every time, scared to die. Scared to face especially a certain enemy that (A) had horrible, recurring dreams about, the fight ending with both of them dead.
  
  The dreams turned nightmares would become a routine thing, concerning (A)'s loved ones as they watched him struggle to find peace in terror and confusion. Why did this feel so real? Who were these people (A) couldn't stop dreaming about? From doctors, to therapists, to specialists, all would be stumped by (A)'s situation, only ever seen in one other child. A child who would talk about the same place as you, with similar memories. In an effort to understand the situation more, doctors would supervise a meeting between the two of in hopes of finding answers.
  
  While (A) didn't recognize the other child, (A) had this inkling feeling about him. A familiar feeling. Especially as he would clearly recognize (A), spiraling into his memories, rambling eccentrically as he grabbed at (A).
  
  He'd call (A) “hero,” and beg for (A) to set him free of his mind, desperate to escape his mind and this place! With disappointment, doctors would pull the two boys apart. Before (A) got far, he'd hear the other boy mention a name. A name that (A) could only remember by the weight of its effect on him, making you pale and feel unsafe for no known reason…
  
  Though doctors feared (A) would go down a similar path as the other child, (A) managed much better as he aged! In fact, with the help of daily medication, and weekly therapy, (A) hardly thinks about those things any more! They weren't real! Just something (A)'s mind made up as a child! Or, so (A) thought…
  
  (A)'s life seemed to get better and better as he grew older and pushed the memories to the back of his mind. However, someone new yet strangely familiar has entered (A)'s life recently. (A) can't help but steal glances at this person, wondering just what about them seemed so familiar. (A) tries to ignore it, desperate to put these thoughts to the wind! (A) and (B) eventually meet, start to talk, and (A) enjoys (B)'s company. However, (A) eventually ends up cornered by this new face, (B) starting to claim to know (A) and vice versa. (A) feels fear, just like before. Just like in those dreams. Just like when that name was said.
  
  “who…are you?”
  
  Finally faced with the villain taunting his dreams, claiming to be a friend from a life long lost from another world, how will (A) determine what the truth is and what he'll do from here?
  Spoiler: No Strings Attached!

  (A) Is a decently well off man in his early 30's. He's ready to settle down, but not in the way most people would think. Usually that means finding a partner, getting married, getting a house together, and having some kids.. Above all he wants to become a parent more than anything. (A) goes on a search to find someone to help fulfill his dreams, and eventually he thinks he's found the perfect candidate in (B). When he asks for (B's) help though, he makes it very clear.
  
  "I don't want a relationship and I don't want to have to go through doctors for invitro. Let's just make a deal. You get some physical benefits and I'll pay you, and I get to finally live my dream of being a parent." Despite the two of them being on the same page, somehow, fate seems to bring them back together even after the deed has been done! Is this a sign? Will (A) find something more in someone he only wanted to consider a tolerable, handsome sperm donor?
  Spoiler: Of Dragon and Men

  A brave human (A) travels into the depths of forest known to be home to many dangerous monsters and beings. Many go in with hopes to have their name spread across the land in fame and glory, only to never come back out, or at least come back out never the same again. In the deepest parts of this magical place resides an infamous dragon clan that can disguise themselves as humans, ruled by a strong King, his queen, and their off spring. To keep the forest safe, they terrorize and eat the humans who dare intrude into their sanctum. The future king of the clan, a dragon prince (B), becomes intrigued with this brave human upon meeting him and decides to keep him out of curiosity. Will our brave human survive, or will he become the dragon clans next victim?
  Spoiler: CLEANER

  A is in debt. Not just in debt, A is in trouble! A owed money to his credit card company. A lot of it. A was in a bad place and it's all he had at the time. They don't care about that though, and neither does the illicit lender who helped bail A out of possible legal troubles. A isn't going to have to be thrown into confusing legal drama, but now A seem's to be in a loop of endless debt to a mobster loan shark.
  
  Unable to pay, A is made into a “cleaner,” for the gang. A works for them to pay them back instead of being harassed for money he didn't have. Now A's job entails disposing of evidence, bodies, and any trace the gang ever even breathed in the direction of their heinous crimes. It's either this, or end up becoming one of their messes to clean.
  
  A's not good at a lot of things. Most jobs in the past saw it too. He kind of suck at being a member of working class society. Not very smart either. But A is REALLY good at cleaning, and people notice!
  
  B, The boss, notices this too.
  
  He asks to send A on one of his personal jobs.
  
  A doesn't know if he's in trouble, but A starts getting sent on more person jobs for B, proving he's really good at what he does each time!
  
  On the next job A goes to, A is shocked to find himself actually face to face with the B, the boss who's crimes A's been cleaning up!
  
  Is A about to die???
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