- 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)
"Oh, I don't know. There are psychos in every corner of the world, Timothy. I think you'd be best sticking with me because I'm many things, but I'm not a psychopath. I have feelings for you and I feel guilt-- and I had a motive. Psychopaths don't need motives, do they? See, I'm really not so bad," he grinned, reaching over for the cigar once spotting the other start to cough hard, and the last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for him coughing his lungs out. The less harm he caused Timmy, the better.
"l do want us to work. I could... really mould myself into the perfect boyfriend if you gave me a chance. No murders, no violence, just... normality. You could work for me, or stay at the police station, or start a new career entirely. I mean... you've punched me and I let you because I want this to work, so... god, how much more grovelling do you want from me?"
"l do want us to work. I could... really mould myself into the perfect boyfriend if you gave me a chance. No murders, no violence, just... normality. You could work for me, or stay at the police station, or start a new career entirely. I mean... you've punched me and I let you because I want this to work, so... god, how much more grovelling do you want from me?"