- 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)
"Course I did. I got 'em food, topped the water up-- they'll be fine for a day or two, right? Then I'll... I'll call someone to take care of it for you. Will you trust me? Maybe it's wrong of me to expect you to trust me, I get that, but I'm not a fucking monster. I'm still your boyfriend, and I want to enjoy my time with you here. I can't do that when you're moping around with a frown on your face," he admitted, albeit with a low voice, keeping it to a whisper as he leaned against the window to peer outside. Even if Timothy didn't trust him, he was at least glad Sandra was starting to come around, and he knew he had Randolph to thank for that. He'd be heartbroken if Timothy did leave, but having Sandra back onside would definitely lessen the pain.