- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm usually on at points through out the day. Some days I'm not due to various reasons, but I try to give my partners warning if I'm going to be away for more than a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Slice of life, high fantasy, modern fantasy, urban fantasy ...anything fantasy really. Dark comedy, supernatural, psychological - anything with dark overtones and miserable, dysfunctional characters. Love me some Hurt/Comfort.
Eliza gave her grandfather a large hug when she spotted him. He was tall and thin and had a long beard and ever since she was little, she'd taken to calling him Gandalf or Dumbledore. The ride to her grandparents' house was filled with idle chit-chat but Eliza couldn't get Elvira out of her mind. As they pulled up the drive way, the blonde decided she'd call the pretty girl sometime tomorrow. She didn't want to come off too strong and the girl already had plans and Eliza didn't want to push.