- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Hours later, sound finally emerged from outside the cell. And walked down the steps, followed by Paul, and stopped in front of the cell door. Slightly out of breath, he sighed heavily before he looked at the sliding window in the door. "You hungry, boy?" He waited, holding a plate with vegetables and bread on it. "I brought food. It isn't much, but it's cooked decently." He looked in through the window. "I also brought water, since you've been screaming your guts out." His other hand, as promised, held a skin of water. Neither plate nor skin had sharp edges, nor was either heavy.
Through the window, Grigori could smell sweat and soil on the man.
Through the window, Grigori could smell sweat and soil on the man.