Author has written 4 stories for Essay, Life, Biography, and Fantasy.
Hi! Welcome to my wonderful world of tears, social anxiety, laughter, social anxiety, angst, social anxiety, and mental breakdowns induced by social anxiety. I'm an interesting soul, to say the least. (Read: weird.)
I'm a teenage fangirl with a love for anime, social anxiety, books, fandoms, sarcasm, etc., struggling to balance my writing life with my school and ice-skating life. I currently speak two languages: English and fluent Bullshit. It's a skill I've picked up from my two, lovely siblings. I am trying to learn Spanish and German, and I want to try and learn Italian, French, possibly Russian, and maybe Latin sometime because I've found learning languages to be especially fun as of late.
Yes, I am that kind of nerd.
So, what can I tell you about myself that isn't an actual joke? First of all, I am an American. I am also a cruel and unusual person who like torturing her readers with feels, Anyway, my real name will not be disclosed at the present moment because internet, but if you want to call me something, you can call me Inky, Kitty, Satan, Demon-girl, whatever floats your boat. If there was a phrase to describe my general attitude towards being social, it would be sardonically witty.
I also have an alternate account by the same username on fanfiction.net, where I mostly post Hetalia fanfiction. That's where I'm the most active. You can find me here. I also have an Archive of our Own account, under the name Inked_Up_Clarity. You can find me here.
I have ADHD, or Attention Defective Hyperactive Disorder. Let's get all of the questions out of the way now. Yes, I take medication for it. It tends to make me quite random, sporadic, and hyper at times. It also tends to make me pretty quiet, timid, and shy at other times. I'm a mixed nut-case here, how it affects me often depends on the setting. If you want to PM me about it sometime out of curiosity or if you need to learn about it for the sake of character development, feel free to do so, I don't mind talking about it.
I have an older half-sister and a younger brother.
When I'm not reading and writing, I absolutely love to ice skate, draw, paint, and sew. I'm a pretty artsy person, if you can't tell. I've always loved to learn about history. Sue me, I'm a nerdy otaku and proud of it. I also like to sing to myself at late hours of the night. Until I wake up my dog.
My stories tend to be pretty... sadistic. I'm a very cruel author who takes delight in the tears of my... children. (characters.) *giggles awkwardly*
On that note, I'll probably write mostly twisted, but what I hope to be semi-relatable stories that can apply to real life, mostly about issues that I personally deal with such as stress, anxiety, etc. (I vent through my writing. It's comforting for me.) I'll also probably post the occasional one-shot, maybe the long-running story or two, and who knows?Maybe I'll post the occasional essay that I wrote for class and actually liked. But like I mentioned above, I'm the most active on my fanfiction account, so that's where I'm going to be the most active, so I wouldn't expect frequent updates or posts or anything of that nature. Plus, I'm in school. With an average of anywhere from 4-8 hours of homework a day, plus the occasional ice-skating, sewing, or extracurricular lesson. Yeah. I don't have much time or energy to dedicate to any long running projects during the school year, so I wouldn't expect too many of them. *wilts inside* Sorry.
"Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip."
- Winston Churchill
Patience: What you have when there are too many witnesses.
The moments in life that matter are the moments that take our breath away. Like choking.
Don't think of yourself as an ugly person. Think of yourself as a beautiful monkey.
I'm not prejudiced. I hate everyone equally.
It takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 to smile, and only 4 to slap people.
You inspire my inner serial killer.
I've met some pricks in my lifetime, but you, my friend, are a f*cking cactus.
Am I Alive: No. Who are you kidding? I died inside long ago when I entered writing-hell. Now I am a literal writer-demon-thing. On a more serious note, I do try to post every once in awhile here, but school always hits me like a friggin bullet train at all hours of the day, and between homework, studying, sewing, ice-skating,