- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"You can't have more kids, Pa. I mean, I'm never gonna leave home, and I don't want to share the house for the next eighteen years with a bunch of whining, crying kids." Junior piped up from the side, unsubtly disgruntled by his father's apparent desire to have another child or two. He wasn't great at hiding how he felt, and if any more evidence was needed after failing to show Elijah he had forgiven him, then this exemplified his inability to act. "Pa, c'mon, it's stressful and... I dunno, isn't seven kids enough? You have a grandchild, and I'm sure that you'll have a few more. Not from me, but Ingrid and Molly, maybe Vlad..."