- 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.
Jade blinked at it, then laughed and nodded before she tried using the tube herself, pressing the button to make it write.
So bizarre! She had to restrain the urge to try and open it up to see how it worked—not that she would probably comprehend it. She copied each letter, sounding it out and glancing at her host to ensure she was getting it down properly.
Once she was done, she offered the tube back, then reached into an inner pocket of her jacket. When she pulled her hand from it, she held small three-inch notebook bound in thin wire with a black front cover, painted over and then glued with deep red rhinestones. The back cover was simply painted black, and the pages were lined in narrow blue ink.
Also in her hand was a pen. It was made from a cream-colored material swirled with red and black, and inlaid with gold. At the end, a green stone rested in a bezel, and she twisted the top to pull the nip out.
Then, she began to write, glancing up at each letter and making its sound before she noted it down—the better for her to remember and look back on.
Once she was finished with that, she wrote out her name, her host's name, and the verbal tenses she knew, followed by the nouns they covered thus far.
Her back hurt from hunching like that over the tiny notebook, and as she sat back up straight, she breathed in deeply, then let it out in a heavy puff.
So bizarre! She had to restrain the urge to try and open it up to see how it worked—not that she would probably comprehend it. She copied each letter, sounding it out and glancing at her host to ensure she was getting it down properly.
Once she was done, she offered the tube back, then reached into an inner pocket of her jacket. When she pulled her hand from it, she held small three-inch notebook bound in thin wire with a black front cover, painted over and then glued with deep red rhinestones. The back cover was simply painted black, and the pages were lined in narrow blue ink.
Also in her hand was a pen. It was made from a cream-colored material swirled with red and black, and inlaid with gold. At the end, a green stone rested in a bezel, and she twisted the top to pull the nip out.
Then, she began to write, glancing up at each letter and making its sound before she noted it down—the better for her to remember and look back on.
Once she was finished with that, she wrote out her name, her host's name, and the verbal tenses she knew, followed by the nouns they covered thus far.
Her back hurt from hunching like that over the tiny notebook, and as she sat back up straight, she breathed in deeply, then let it out in a heavy puff.