- 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)
"Oh sure, I'll just go and tell that psycho to stop stabbing me in future, yeah? Ask him nicely if he'd stop trying to hurt me, a guy who's caused millions in damage and killed a few people. Get real. If he hates me, he's gonna come back and try to finish the job-- but I ain't gettin' stabbed again, I promise 'ya. And hey, it ain't like I was trying to fake this. It really fucking scared me, dude! I was bleeding a tonne, it hurt like a bitch-- I just wanted you to come and help 'cos you're literally all I got right now. I ain't in contact with my folks, I don't have any real friends who know about me being the skeleton guy. You're it, really. It's fucking sad, but it's also kinda sweet," he admitted quietly, flopping down onto the other's bed and gratefully accepting the warmth of just being laid beside him. As nice as it was having a heated, passionate makeout session, he was equally as happy to just lay next to him and share a kiss every now and then. It was a sign he genuinely liked him, because he wouldn't be happy doing something like this with just anyone.