- 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)
"What was the likelihood of me listening to you after I'd learnt you were a cop, Timothy? Let's be realistic. I wasn't going to listen a damn word out of your mouth, regrettably. Now, I'll gladly listen if you check yourself out of this place, come home to my apartment and... I don't know, you can watch me call a therapist, if that helps you trust me more. I just want things to go back to normal," he continued calmly, one hand tapping against his knee as the other moved to adjust his tie, again as calmly as he could manage. He was on the desperate side, and he disliked losing the control he normally automatically acquired, so the sooner he got it back, no matter what circumstance that was in, the better he'd feel.
"I'll go to a therapist and I'll go to the police about hurting Sandra-- not about murder. I'm not getting arrested for that, I'll never see the light of day again and I have Paris coming up soon. I have new designs, I need new models interviewed for the shows-- I have too much to do."
"I'll go to a therapist and I'll go to the police about hurting Sandra-- not about murder. I'm not getting arrested for that, I'll never see the light of day again and I have Paris coming up soon. I have new designs, I need new models interviewed for the shows-- I have too much to do."