- 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.
Eyes was silent for a moment, and then he smiled.
"Alyssa, sweet creature," He wrapped his arms around her for a moment, low about her waist, before he slid his hands slowly upward until his hands rested on her ribs, just shy of her breasts. "Do excuse me, but the Eyes will sacrifice for the Beauty. Tell my ward not to worry, I'll recover."
His words came quickly and quietly, and then, in a singular instant, just as the trigger pulled, he shoved her from himself and stepped forward. The red circle appeared on the back of his head, and his face, smiling at her for a split moment, exploded in a shard of blood, bone, and brain.
With that, he collapsed, first to his knees, and then forward, one eye and most of his face obliterated. The other eye lost focus visibly, and every muscle in the left side of his body fell limp, while the right twitched. Half his mouth moved mutely as Twiggy witnessed prophesy, but soon even that became still.
"Alyssa, sweet creature," He wrapped his arms around her for a moment, low about her waist, before he slid his hands slowly upward until his hands rested on her ribs, just shy of her breasts. "Do excuse me, but the Eyes will sacrifice for the Beauty. Tell my ward not to worry, I'll recover."
His words came quickly and quietly, and then, in a singular instant, just as the trigger pulled, he shoved her from himself and stepped forward. The red circle appeared on the back of his head, and his face, smiling at her for a split moment, exploded in a shard of blood, bone, and brain.
With that, he collapsed, first to his knees, and then forward, one eye and most of his face obliterated. The other eye lost focus visibly, and every muscle in the left side of his body fell limp, while the right twitched. Half his mouth moved mutely as Twiggy witnessed prophesy, but soon even that became still.