- 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.
Chris walked through the halls toward his locker – a book already in his hands, ear buds in and music playing – expertly weaving through the crowded hallway with the skill of someone who had been doing this sort of thing for years. Getting to his locker, the blond glanced up from his book, spun in the combination and pulled it open. Grabbing the books he needed, he slammed it shut and, opening his book again, started toward his friend's locker. Hopefully she would be there already and he wouldn't have to spend the next fifteen minutes before class sitting alone somewhere.
Because that would suck. He liked spending time Ailee. Even if all they did was sit and talk and joke around (or in his case snark at her). Spending fifteen minutes alone was not something he wanted to do first thing in the morning.
Because that would suck. He liked spending time Ailee. Even if all they did was sit and talk and joke around (or in his case snark at her). Spending fifteen minutes alone was not something he wanted to do first thing in the morning.