- 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.
"Maybe I want to be angry." Midori snapped, glaring at her boyfriend. "He's blaming me for his death. He's blaming me for his own weakness, for his taking the easy way out and he's blaming me." The girl sighed before flinging her arms around Ichiro in a hug. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be taking it out on you. It's just pathetic," she mumbled into his chest. "If you're going to take your own life, at least be truthful about the reason you're offing yourself." She winced, "That was blunt and harsh wasn't it? I'm sorry"
Anne giggled softly, biting her lip. Ah, she loved his plots. They were so...sadistic. She licked her lips, imagining the pain and anger it would bring"Ah Allen, that will definitely get under her skin. I'd pay to see that confrontation."
Anne giggled softly, biting her lip. Ah, she loved his plots. They were so...sadistic. She licked her lips, imagining the pain and anger it would bring"Ah Allen, that will definitely get under her skin. I'd pay to see that confrontation."