FeyTheElf
Sleepy Elf
- Local time
- Today 6:08 AM
- Messages
- 2
- Age
- 27
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Who are you, how long have you been writing and what kind of things do you like to write?
My name is Fey and ive been writing for over 17 years now. The genre's that interest me most for writing are Fantasy, Drama and Romance.
How long do your replies tend to be and what is your writing schedule like?
I tend to write 1-2 paragraphs and try to give enough for my partner to form replies. Life is a bit hectic and my work schedule is inconsistent. I will at the very least go for 1 post a week but it may be more often.
What is your tolerance level for gore? Violence?
I have a pretty high tolerance for violence and gore. However im not interested in writing pure visceral torture porn.
Do you write any fandoms? (Please bear in mind that any characters under 18 and any high school settings must be aged up)
I dont usually write fandoms just because i feel it can be a bit restrictive. Im open to try though.
My name is Fey and ive been writing for over 17 years now. The genre's that interest me most for writing are Fantasy, Drama and Romance.
How long do your replies tend to be and what is your writing schedule like?
I tend to write 1-2 paragraphs and try to give enough for my partner to form replies. Life is a bit hectic and my work schedule is inconsistent. I will at the very least go for 1 post a week but it may be more often.
What is your tolerance level for gore? Violence?
I have a pretty high tolerance for violence and gore. However im not interested in writing pure visceral torture porn.
Do you write any fandoms? (Please bear in mind that any characters under 18 and any high school settings must be aged up)
I dont usually write fandoms just because i feel it can be a bit restrictive. Im open to try though.
The sensations washed over like a wave of pure confusion: bright lights, loud music, and cheering. Then, suddenly, a bang, a scream, and then silence. A sickening stillness that seemed to make even the worst tinnitus fall silent. Then a shock as Gigi shot up to a sitting position, gasping for air as if they were her first breaths. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust after opening them. The feeling in her head was worse than any hangover Gigi had experienced. As the world around her came into focus, she saw neon lights and heard the sounds of people walking past her, as if a girl sitting in the middle of the street was as normal as it got.
"Where... Am I?" Gigi remarked, her voice was coarse and strained. As if she hadn't drunk in weeks. She turned her attention from the neon signs advertising porn studios and strip bars and focused back on herself; Recognizing the clothes that she was wearing as her stage clothes. A black, gray, and purple crop top and a short black skirt with purple fabric on the inside. A spiked choker, bracelet, and belt. Sitting next to her she saw her guitar, a beautiful black guitar with a purple nova pattern painted on the face.
"Where... Am I?" Gigi remarked, her voice was coarse and strained. As if she hadn't drunk in weeks. She turned her attention from the neon signs advertising porn studios and strip bars and focused back on herself; Recognizing the clothes that she was wearing as her stage clothes. A black, gray, and purple crop top and a short black skirt with purple fabric on the inside. A spiked choker, bracelet, and belt. Sitting next to her she saw her guitar, a beautiful black guitar with a purple nova pattern painted on the face.