- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- 12 pm-10:30 pm (with some exceptions)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Mystery, Scifi, Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Horror
"I get it," murmured Dante as he eased back into his office chair, staring down at the city below as he chewed on his lip, his sharp teeth wasting no time in making it bleed. "Seriously, stop with it. If all they have to say is negative, I don't need to hear it, Sara. Just... I knew this was a bad idea. If I try and delete it now, I'll probably just get called a pussy. If I don't, people are going to just keep commenting on it. I'm fucked here, aren't I?"
With a groan, he ran his hands through his black bangs, exposing his handful of eyes. Closing them warily, he grabbed for his cup of tea and took a large chug back, exhaling hard after swallowing it in one gulp. It had been his fifth cup in the last hour, which he had been mercilessly scolded over by the harpy. Setting it to the side, he offered a thin-lipped smile.
"... Hey, there are a few positive ones, I just think hearing the worst of the worst might make hearing good ones nice, yeah?" She replied with a wide grin, tapping her taloned foot anxiously. "Here's a cute one! 'I think it was incredibly brave of him to do it, it only makes his brand more unique'. That's nice, right? Oh, and look at this! 'I'm gonna save up some cash to get some of his clothes, I'm excited!'"
"I said I get it, Sara!" The monster snapped, though his greyish face slowly grew pink at the compliments. "God, there's a reason I've been offline for a week now. I didn't want to hear about this, a-and the fact that they're still talking about it is making me sick. I knew this would stir some stuff up, b-but... I dunno..."
With his own phone in his hand, Dante shyly opened his Twitter for the first time in a week, his heart beginning to flutter once seeing the notification for DM's. Fearfully, he tossed his phone to the side of his desk, his face now completely beetroot. "This was a mistake..."