- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, Modern, Magical Realism, Slice-of-life, AU, Post-apocalyptic, mythology, time travel, fandom, romance, slow burns. Well, basically anything except for what is stated in the "Don't Like" section
Evan internally groaned. His roommate seemed to be the chipper kind of dragon, evident by his proposal to be 'friends.' Though Evan had to play fair: at least he was being nice. As long as this blue haired boy doesn't transform in their dorm and do something like squish him in his sleep, then Evan can learn to tolerate him.
Speaking of sleep, Evan glanced at his bed. He wanted to go back to sleep, but knowing he wouldn't be able to even if he tried. All thanks to some noisy neighbors who decided to go flying. Well, he can always unpack, claim some part of the room before it was gone.
"Okay, Shawking―Did I pronounce that right? Sorry, if I didn't. How do you spell it?"
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