- 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)
"I'll heal up in no time, I just-- I-I don't wanna be here alone, you know? Someone could find me and see the mask and I... I really ain't in the right way to even move right now, let alone try and hide the mask and stuff-- ad fuck you, these cupcakes cost me a bomb. It's a waste of ten fucking pounds," he grumbled, albeit with his own playfulness. It did distract from the pain he felt right about now. He wasn't immune to pain, but he always thought and believed that he couldn't actually be stabbed or shot. Clearly, that was idiotically cocky of him, given he was now bleeding heavily and waiting for the wound to heal over. "Can't you hurry up on that fuckin' skateboard, like... c'mon dude..."