- 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)
"Babe, chill. He's drunk. It's fucking hilarious. You know he's much more fun when he's drunk? I ain't suddenly the loser's best friend, don't worry. I don't befriend the popular kids with their fancy lives, babe. Relax. You're still my number one, alright?" Sighed the dragon as he flopped down onto the floor, tugging his hood up just to try and conceal his identity a little more, just in case Cassy did come to find him.
He was also sure that Mark could make an appearance at some point. Mark was 18 and he'd just left school, so he wouldn't look out of place here. He sometimes arrived to make sure that his younger siblings were doing okay and, given Ember had just gotten out of the correctional camp, Mark arriving didn't seem like too far a stretch to make. Unfortunately.
He was also sure that Mark could make an appearance at some point. Mark was 18 and he'd just left school, so he wouldn't look out of place here. He sometimes arrived to make sure that his younger siblings were doing okay and, given Ember had just gotten out of the correctional camp, Mark arriving didn't seem like too far a stretch to make. Unfortunately.