'Ello, 'ello, hola, ciao and bonjour! The name's Wisp! Er, it's also a number of names, but I haven't thought of a name hoard atm. Got rid of my old intro post since I don't think it did me very well... So here we are now.
I'm a rookie writer and very rarely a drawer. Bi, she/him, ADHD and (94% sure) autistic. I occasionally use the word "retarded", but never (or is it? I'm not sure) seriously against people, so if it bothers you, then be sure to filter the words out (plainly since I won't censor anything). My OCs are my children, hence the tag #wisp's children.
If you're going to mention my PFP as a kinda gotcha, say something more original.
I'm also something of a self-shipper, so if you intend on knowing more on my sect, refer to here.
I like...
Pokemon (spin-off lines included)
Yo-kai Watch
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
Danganronpa
Super Mario Bros (all subseries' and spin-off lines minus maybe Mario and Donkey Kong included)
Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun
Kirby (anime included)
Cookie Run
Splatoon (manga included)
Friday Night Funkin' (mods included of course)
Pico's School
Fullmetal Alchemist
Kill la Kill
BNA: Brand New Animal
Fire Emblem
Genshin Impact
Kid Icarus Uprising
Persona
Puyo Puyo
Terror In Resonance
Puella Magi Madoka Magica
The Legend of Zelda
South Park
Ruby Gloom
...And more, which I'll add once I remember to do so. I'm also quite consumed by my own original content, and stuff like ghosts and youkai.
I'd say I'm quite anti-censorship. Why? Because, honestly, there is no such a thing as "good" kinds of the stuff. Who are you (general you) to judge how pure something is to be viewed by others, so they don't turn into heathens?
Angst and madness are my favorite traits in a character. I've actually dedicated an album in my photo app for characters either crying or with crazy faces. And WOW, is it ever beautiful...
Kyamay was tucked within her recuperacoon, moving side to side and thrashing a little as she was experiencing something between a night terror and a nightmare. She could only see shapes and heard soft voices whispering in her ears. She swore she could feel the cold breath along her ear and collarbone and their long, bony fingers trailing along her spine. The cold the mysterious entity was giving off was almost painful.
Her mouth gaped open in her sleep as the mysterious hands wrapped around her neck and began to squeeze the life from her. The tiny troll’s hands clawed at the nothingness that was gripping her throat, her nails digging slightly into the skin around her jugular. Her slightly pointed nails soon tore her skin, the deep green that was her blood staining her fingers and the collar of the shirt she was sleeping in.
The olive blood finally jolted awake, eyes wide as she stared down at her bloodied hands and claws. She swallowed against the dry stickiness of her mouth, her tongue sticking unpleasantly sticking to the roof of her mouth while she climbed out of her coon. Kyamay was trembling a little from the nightmare as she cleaned herself up before crawling under the blankets she kept on her couch, wrapping it tightly around her frame. She pulled over her husktop and flipped it open, logging onto her chat client, hoping someone was online to help calm her down.
