- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Are we just having a pity party? You're cute; I'm cute. Let's not talk ourselves down, hm? I'll fix the wall, you know. I'll... buy a cool painting and stick it over it, nobody will ever know. Besides, we don't get many guests. We hang out at other people's places, it ain't a big deal, Max," the other man responded as he finally made his way upstairs, making sure to show some affection by grabbing his boyfriend's hand tightly in his own. As he did, though, the question still lingered in his head about possibly returning home on day. He didn't even know where his home planet was, how far away it was, whether it even still existed. For all he knew, he could have been sent off to avoid being the victim of his planet's implosion. It was just as likely as his parents sending him away because they didn't care for him, which was what he had always thought to be the case.
"...I don't want to do that. Go 'home', I mean. This is my home. I... god knows where I'm from, Max. I like it here, yeah? I'd rather be here," he answered easily, taking his spot by the crib again with a beer in hand. He barely got drunk, so one beer wasn't going to be too big of an issue. "I don't remember anything anyway. My 'home' could be a shit hole."
"...I don't want to do that. Go 'home', I mean. This is my home. I... god knows where I'm from, Max. I like it here, yeah? I'd rather be here," he answered easily, taking his spot by the crib again with a beer in hand. He barely got drunk, so one beer wasn't going to be too big of an issue. "I don't remember anything anyway. My 'home' could be a shit hole."