- 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.
Midori was ready to be offended, but relaxed after Ichiro said it could be a handy trait, "True we don't know when to give up which can give us an edge." She gripped her shethe closer to her. It felt right in her hands.
She grinned at the thought of slicing Yuki to shreds, even if it was just pretend. She smacked his arm. "She may be a bitch, but I'm not going to kill her, I'm not completely heartless. She doesn't deserve to die."
She let him pull her, lacing her her fingers with his.
She grinned at the thought of slicing Yuki to shreds, even if it was just pretend. She smacked his arm. "She may be a bitch, but I'm not going to kill her, I'm not completely heartless. She doesn't deserve to die."
She let him pull her, lacing her her fingers with his.