- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- It varies wildly.
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- I'm open to a wide range of genres. Obscenely wide. It's harder for me to list all I do like than all I don't like.
My favorite settings are fantasy combined with something else, multiverse, post-apoc, historical (mixed with something else), and futuristic. I'm not limited to those, but it's a good start.
My favorite genres include mystery, adventure, action, drama, tragedy (must be mixed with something else and kept balanced), romance (again must be mixed, and more.
I'm happy to include elements of slice-of-life and romance, but doing them on their own doesn't hold my interest indefinitely.
Rare let the man lead, expression placid and pleasant as she forced herself to act as though the strange corridor. Relieved when they passed through another door, the woman found the new location one of darkness and tables.
Only one table was fully lit in the preternatural dim.
A clap made Rare jump, and her eyes jerked to the side to take in the Artiste in her periphery, and then the light blazed. Sensitive eyes shut, then opened again as she directed her gaze toward the room again, finding it brightly-lit and guarded by more of the strange bird men.
Dust, cobwebs, dirty dishes—
This was no way to live. She only barely restrained the urge to slice her finger and begin using magic to banish the filth herself. Still, she kept her expression pleasant and schooled as she turned toward the man as he spoke. A smile accepted his apology, and she followed him and accepted the offered seat.
With a quick straightening to her dress, she offered the man another smile.
"Thank you, dear Artiste. That you offer your hospitality despite such times speaks no ill of you."
A buzzing hall of Lovecraftian madness, on the other hand... Well, she would have to investigate. She might need to do more than that as well if she discovered something dangerous. For now, it seemed her place was here. For now, Twiggy might need to wait.
Only one table was fully lit in the preternatural dim.
A clap made Rare jump, and her eyes jerked to the side to take in the Artiste in her periphery, and then the light blazed. Sensitive eyes shut, then opened again as she directed her gaze toward the room again, finding it brightly-lit and guarded by more of the strange bird men.
Dust, cobwebs, dirty dishes—
This was no way to live. She only barely restrained the urge to slice her finger and begin using magic to banish the filth herself. Still, she kept her expression pleasant and schooled as she turned toward the man as he spoke. A smile accepted his apology, and she followed him and accepted the offered seat.
With a quick straightening to her dress, she offered the man another smile.
"Thank you, dear Artiste. That you offer your hospitality despite such times speaks no ill of you."
A buzzing hall of Lovecraftian madness, on the other hand... Well, she would have to investigate. She might need to do more than that as well if she discovered something dangerous. For now, it seemed her place was here. For now, Twiggy might need to wait.