- 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.
Still kinda sunny? Well, it was morning. He imagined if that was going to stop, clouds would have to have appeared somewhere overnight. Still, he let it drop without a comment and headed out after the girl.
The tap to his shoulder yanked him from his thoughts, and he followed her finger to the bus stop. Instead of wandering ahead, he remained near her, watching as she used magic to turn the pots. A flicker of envy appeared on his face, but passed quickly.
He should have expected that. He'd seen her able to actually use her cell phone.
He glared down at the ground and used his peripheral vision to watch for her to start walking, and then followed a step to the side and behind her, so he wouldn't lose track of her.
After a few moments' walking, he spoke up suddenly.
"Sigils on the pots?"
They sure weren't on the window. Without a sigil, it was supposedly very difficult to make magic work how a person wanted exactly. If she could do that, she was very gifted.
Phones had sigils inside them, so many it was a wonder they'd become so small. Everything was sigils on the inside, and large appliances? They had backup power as a rule.
He absently grabbed a clump of his bangs and began to run the hair between his lips as he squinted downward.
The tap to his shoulder yanked him from his thoughts, and he followed her finger to the bus stop. Instead of wandering ahead, he remained near her, watching as she used magic to turn the pots. A flicker of envy appeared on his face, but passed quickly.
He should have expected that. He'd seen her able to actually use her cell phone.
He glared down at the ground and used his peripheral vision to watch for her to start walking, and then followed a step to the side and behind her, so he wouldn't lose track of her.
After a few moments' walking, he spoke up suddenly.
"Sigils on the pots?"
They sure weren't on the window. Without a sigil, it was supposedly very difficult to make magic work how a person wanted exactly. If she could do that, she was very gifted.
Phones had sigils inside them, so many it was a wonder they'd become so small. Everything was sigils on the inside, and large appliances? They had backup power as a rule.
He absently grabbed a clump of his bangs and began to run the hair between his lips as he squinted downward.