Dicks Pls 2: The Dickening

[Nadir]

It’s time for my most successful ad thread (diiiiiiiiiiiicks (nsfw because dicks)) to be reborn but with a lot more girth this time. More meat. An increased load. And other high class innuendos like that!

My O/Os are here but the basics are I write exclusively M/m games, and only as the more submissive half of the equation.

You might look at these plots and think ‘damn those are lazy’ but I have found being too intricate is intimidating, and doesn’t lend itself to co-operative play. Vague ideas leave a lot of room for alternate angles, new twists and taking new directions with a greater ease.

Examples of my writing can be found here;
B I T E R S ([EX]), Tokyo Ghoul inspired urban fantasy/body horror.
Misery’s Master (Bon-H), pseudo-Victorian drama focusing on trust and power dynamics (and canes)
Cogwheels Of Passion ([NC-H]) a steampunk story focusing on a toymaker turned war mechanic
Bleeding Edge ([EX]), a cyber/gorepunk in the same vein as Repo! The Genetic Opera, focusing on the loss of personhood at the whims of the oligarchy   

Title: Possession
Genre: Urban fantasy or historical fantasy with horror and religious themes
Plot: A priest is well loved by his flock. All but one. This one looks upon him with horror, because he doesn’t see a face but a demonic visage. What is real, the priest or the demon? Does the parishioner have sickness or true sight? No matter which, the priest cannot have his wayward lamb accusing him of being a demon in disguise.   
Comments: I would play the parishioner, with the under-running themes of the game being doubt, paranoia and various sorts of possession. (As well as evil priest demon dickings cause, you know. hell yeah, sacreligious dickery)

[Nadir]

Title: Found You
Genre: Urban fantasy/horror
Plot: It started as an online romance, just harmless flirting, he didn't think it would go anywhere. But strange things started to happen. His phone would ring in the middle of the night and sprew static if he answered it. His computer had pages in its recent history that he never visited, his car's GPS tried to lead him... somewhere. Somewhere that wasn't his intended destination.

Paranoia started in earnest. He removed electronics from his home, cut himself off from family and friends when their devices started to act up around him, stopped going into the city when the electronic billboards flickered off from their products to blink I miss you, come back to me at him.

Away from everything to a place that was almost quiet. A cabin far from the road. Where no one could find him. A month. Two. He saw no one and no one saw him.

One night, he was sleeping deeply, dreaming of nothing.

Buzz

His eyes snapped open.

A flip phone he didn't recognise, battered and scuffed on the floor beside his bed. It hadn't been there the night before. And it was vibrating.

Almost as if he was dreaming, he picked it it. Opened it. The screen was abrasivly bright to his eyes, and a distortion licked over the display.

I found you ^ ^

Comments: I wrote this short story a few months ago and would be real interested to see where it goes~ A real dedicated stalker, an AI with sentience and obsession, a cryptid of terrifying consequence?