- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm usually on at points through out the day. Some days I'm not due to various reasons, but I try to give my partners warning if I'm going to be away for more than a day or two
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- Slice of life, high fantasy, modern fantasy, urban fantasy ...anything fantasy really. Dark comedy, supernatural, psychological - anything with dark overtones and miserable, dysfunctional characters. Love me some Hurt/Comfort.
Adrien ran as fast as his legs would carry him, cursing his bad luck. Of course someone had seen him using his powers, and or course they had to have blabbed to the biggest gossip in the city who had told everyone else. And to add insult to injury, they were now chasing him out of town with pitchforks. Pitchforks! It was madness.
Of course being able to maniuplate the elements and feel people's emotions was mad too, but whatever.
Adrien hopped over a fence and ran to the woods. He'd be safe in there. For now at least.
Of course being able to maniuplate the elements and feel people's emotions was mad too, but whatever.
Adrien hopped over a fence and ran to the woods. He'd be safe in there. For now at least.