- 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)
"Oh, I'm not a fashion person, you know that. Apollo picks my outfits out for me, he's really into clothes and all that. But hey, I think you look great. Much better than the dresses Mum made you wear. Anything's a fucking improvement on those, Mary," he pointed out easily, gesturing her out of the dorm as he trailed out, locking the dorm up after him. He did briefly grimace to himself at how odd it felt to be without Apollo, which then made him realise the argument that might explode later on over the situation, but he swiftly forced a smile onto his face, took his sister's arm in his own, and headed down the corridor.
"...I want you to like him. Apollo, I mean. It's... important you like him, Mary," he began quietly, casting his sister a wary glance. "I'm going to be with him for the rest of my life - I know I am, it's... not even up for debate, really. So it's important my two favourite people get along, hm? I'll have a word with him, ask him to be... polite."
"...I want you to like him. Apollo, I mean. It's... important you like him, Mary," he began quietly, casting his sister a wary glance. "I'm going to be with him for the rest of my life - I know I am, it's... not even up for debate, really. So it's important my two favourite people get along, hm? I'll have a word with him, ask him to be... polite."