#its from superwholock is all im gonna say which is just... who am i

[plutoswritingplanet]

Hand That Feeds (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female!Reader) pt. 2

a/n: this one's a bit shorter, next one will have smut, i am so fcking sleepy writing this i'll have to check tomorrow it this isn't a hallucination

Warnings: Horny Violence, Blood and Guts, Suggestive Themes, we're on a steady route to pound town

Summary: Cooper catches his prize, but an uninvited guest puts a strain on an already rocky relationship. Cross-Posted on AO3

PT. 1

You must be a Vault Dweller. Truly. There is no other way to explain the utter lack of self-preservation skills.

Cooper finds you almost immediately after the sun sets. He can see the flickering light of your small bonfire through the trees, and languidly, he stalks forwards, opting to stay in the shadows to observe you a moment longer. 

You're sitting on the ground, back leaning against a destroyed carcass of a plane. Hair pushed out of your face, Cooper can see the flames illuminating your focused expression with warm light. Once again, he's struck by this seemingly regal air around you. Like you've been raised in a castle, far from this fucked up place, that is now his home. A princess, stuck in harsh reality. Eyebrows furrowed, bottom lip tucked hard between your teeth, you seem to be pondering over something.

With quick motions, you take your messenger bag, opening it and dumping its contents onto the ground in front of you. It's somewhat hard to see, but the sound of small glass bottles knocking into each other is telling enough. 

Taking stock of your inventory, you begin to tuck everything back into the bag. Chems upon chems, RadAway, RadX, quite the little drug library, and Cooper's eyes immediately lock onto his most sought after, amber liquid. Why would a Smoothie like you need any of that stuff is beyond him. He hasn't seen any Ghouls in the small town you hail from. 

Perks of the job, he thinks to himself, as you stack away at least five vials.

At the last bottle, you hesitate, bringing it up towards the light, and looking at it with a worried expression. The liquid swirls inside, and Cooper watches from the shadows, as you press the cold glass against your forehead in a motion eerily reminding him of a prayer. Your shoulders shudder, and Cooper's mangled ears strain, as he sees your mouth move.

- Let me be brave - you whisper to the vial, like some ancient spell, and something new tightens in his chest, something he immediately brushes away.

Then, he sees you lift a very familiar piece of equipment, putting it on your wrist, and begin to tweak something in the controls. A Pip-Boy. Old and battered, but apparently still working. All his confusing feelings are wiped clean in an instant. Now, he's truly intrigued. The clasps seem slightly too big for your hand, and the device slides the length of your arm, as you move. 

You sigh, heavily, then press something, and the Geiger meter clicks to life, picking up on stray radiation. Cooper feels his muscles tense, knowing all too well, why the device has activated so rapidly. As a Ghoul, he leaves a trail of radiation, that follows him wherever he goes. He wasn't particularly aware, that a Pip-Boy could pick up on it, but he wasn't surprised either.

 The sound makes you freeze in your spot. Slowly, you scan the area, your hand extended towards the darkening outline of the surrounding trees. As your hand passes by the place Cooper has chosen as his hiding spot, the meter grows louder. 

Jumping to your feet, you raise the blasted thing in front of you, your other hand tugging at the waistband of your skirt, freeing your trusted kitchen knife. As if to double-check, you put your hand somewhere to the back, listening to the quiet cracking noise. 

You can't fully confirm your suspicions on time, as Cooper springs to action. 

A thick line of rope falls over your shoulders, and before you have the chance to react, the loop around you tightens. Your entire body is tugged with surprising force in the direction of the treeline. Loosing your footing, you collapse onto the damp forest floor, chin scraping in the process. The yelp of shock tearing out of your throat, rings through the surrounding area, before you literally, eat dirt. The force of the impact wrenches the knife from your hand, as it bends at an uncomfortable angle. The weapon lands somewhere in the grass, the blade reflecting the flames.

Wiggling like a worm, trying to free yourself from the bounds, you notice a pair of well-worn shoes entering your vision. They cross the remaining distance, stopping just short of your head. Knees crack as your attacker squats down, before taking your hair into a hard grip and lifting your head from the dirt. 

Your face twists in pain, neck craning uncomfortably, and with an overwhelming feeling of finality, your eyes land onto the face of a ghoul. The Ghoul. He turns his head slightly to the side with the meanes of grins, before letting go of your hair, your head falling back into the dirt. 

- Oh, motherfucker - you groan, pulling your legs up, and attempting to get up.

- Stay down - the Ghoul's voice is rough and biting, and sudden pressure on your back pins you to the ground. - Do you know how fuckin' stupid it is, to light a fire in the wilderness? Any unsightly character could pick you off in seconds. 

Spitting out stray clumps of earth and grass from your mouth, you scoff at his scolding tone.

- Thankfully, there are no unsightly characters here, huh? 

- Oh, I wouldn't say that, sweetheart. - the bounty hunter tugs the toe of his shoe under your side, and kicks up, turning your body.

You roll onto your back, throwing a nasty look at the Ghoul, as he secures the loop of his lasso. His eyes reflect the light in the most haunting of ways, and you squirm under his gaze, which drags itself across your body, stopping briefly at the tips of your breasts, peaking from under your shirt. Swallowing thickly, your muscles relax, in hopes of loosening the rope. It barely gives, but your limbs recover some wiggle room. 

Cooper blinks, his head jerking to the side, and only as he brings his hand up, do you register the gun in his hand. Making sure you can see it, he turns towards your messenger bag, grabbing it from the ground where you left it. 

He sits down, somewhere outside your field of vision, and you risk pulling yourself up into a sitting position. He doesn't seem to mind it now, too busy with rummaging through your belongings. Finally, he pulls out a vial of amber liquid, watching it swirl in the flickering light of the bonfire. 

- Now - Cooper starts, as he grabs the inhaler from his pocket, inserting the vial into it - Why would a backwoods healer have something like this on 'er?

Rolling your shoulders ever so slightly, the rope slides further down your arms, and you regard the Ghoul with a venomous rendition of a "are you fucking dumb?" look. Which he doesn't appreciate. His hands tremble, as he closes his mouth over the inhaler, taking a long hit, draining the entire vial. You try very hard, not to notice the low moan flowing out of him, as the drug enters his system. Or the way his eyes flutter blissfully for just a second. 

- You never know, who might be needing help... - you mutter, wincing at the biting pain in your limbs.

- Well ain't that considerate of you - he coughs into his gloved hand, before sighing deeply, his head reclining back against the plane's exterior, his eyes closed.

From where you're sitting, he looks weirdly handsome. Rugged and very much Ghoul-like, but handsome nonetheless. The skin of his neck is pulled taunt, and in the flickering light of a dying bonfire, you can see a myriad of scars, littering any surface of his skin that's visible. Still, there were other matters at hand, that needed your attention, and you try to shift in your seat as quietly as possible, slowly but surely sliding the rope down your body. 

- Next time you try to run away, I'll shoot you - your efforts are stilled by his warning tone, and by the way he waves his gun at you, you know he'll make good on this promise.

- Thought you needed me in good condition.

To that, he finally throws you a look from under his cowboy hat. 

- Good... - he confirms, his other hand slowly shortening the length of the rope connecting the both of you - Ain't the same as mint. 

The loop suddenly digs further into your flesh, and you grunt at the uncomfortable feeling of the rough rope scratching at your exposed upper arms. 

Unfortunately, he's right. During your time as the local healer, you've done many questionable things to ensure the well-being of the town. One of those things, was dealing with organ harvesters. You've only bought a limb or a finger, every once in a while, as if that was some consolation for your darkened soul. Those moments quickly taught you, that something being good was most certainly not the same as ideal. Or mint, as your captor has supplied. 

- You a Vault-Dweller? - the Ghoul finally asks, breaking the small spell of silence between you.

The question doesn't surprise you, and you lift the Pip-Boy as far up, as the lasso allows you. Which isn't a lot. 

- Nah - the flames dance on your suddenly melancholic expression, and Cooper drinks it all up, curiosity spiking with each new information - My mother was. She ran away from her Vault when she was a teenager and joined the Brotherhood soon after. 

- The Brotherhood doesn't recruit women - Cooper turns his body towards you, fishing for lies like a shark sniffing for blood. 

- Oh, it doesn't? - your lips pull back into a teasing smile, which perhaps isn't the smartest thing to do, but entertainment is scarce in the Wastelands, and you're determined to have some fun - She posed as a man for years, picked up a job as a medic.

Cooper hums to himself, inviting you to elaborate with an inclination of his head. 

- There, she met my father - you continue, looking over at the last glowing embers of the bonfire - They were discovered, court martialed for treason. They escaped together and had me somewhere along the way.

Your Pip-Boy still cracks, the radiation emanating from the Ghoul making the Geiger meter go haywire. With soft eyes, your hand traces the outline of the screen, watching the way green light dances on your fingers. 

- The forbidden love of the Wasteland - you sigh into the silence - Sounds like a title of some romance novel, no?

- Or a bad porno - Cooper grumbles, rolling his eyes.

- What's a porno?

His head snaps towards you in record speed, a myriad of emotions running through his mangled expression. It settles on deep annoyance, when he notices the sly smirk on your lips, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. 

- Gotcha - your attempt at finger guns is pathetic at best.

- Oh, you think you're a fucking comedian, huh? - the bounty hunter asks, a slight amused tint to his words, which you consider to be a small victory.

- That's why they put a bounty on me - you giggle - I'm too damned funny. 

- Shut it.

The sudden change in his tone catches you off guard, and you cock an eyebrow at him, confused. The Ghoul looks much more tense than seconds ago, his hand tightening around his gun. One of his legs kicks up a pile of dirt, smothering the dying embers of the bonfire, as he leans forward, seemingly ready to jump. 

- Had I known you were such a buzz kill...-

You're not allowed to finish, as the Ghoul basically throws himself in your direction. Your yelp is cut short with a piece of flimsy cloth being shoved into your mouth. A series of muffled sounds, vaguely resembling "is this my robe?" escape you, and the Ghoul pushed against your head, until you fall back down onto the ground. 

His body is hot against yours, as he covers you entirely with his weight. It's quite difficult to breathe through the makeshift gag and the overwhelming scent of blood, gunpowder, and the sickly sweet undertone of rot. As well as the unfamiliar feeling of having someone so close. You were a hermit after all. 

- I said, shut the fuck up - he whispers harshly into your ear, and you shiver underneath him, as his chest rises and falls against your back. 

Then, a sound somewhere close to the forest line makes your head whip in its direction. Cracking of twigs and heavy footsteps, coming closer and closer with clear determination. 

- Healer? - your entire body stiffens, as a familiar voice rings out through the trees. - Are you alright, Healer?

Benny. The same Benny, which led this damned bounty hunter right to your doorstep is currently making his merry way towards the both of you. Your eyes follow the way the Ghoul's thumb loads the pistol with a click of finality, and suddenly new energy floods your system.

- Stop fucking moving - Cooper grounds down on his teeth, as you attempt to free yourself from both his grip, and the lasso's.

Images of Benny, bloodied and dead, flash through your mind, and despite your lack of any sympathy towards the man, you don't want to see it. So, you start to move again, violently shaking under the Ghoul, forcing the lasso to slide from your body. Your hips jerk from the ground, bucking into him like a wild animal, and somewhere behind your ear, you can hear him suck in a sharp breath. Which you have no time to dwell upon. Your tongue fights against the fabric of your robe, and after a second you're able to spit it out.

- Don't shoot him - you plead feverishly, hands gripping the Ghoul's forearm - I'll talk to him, he'll leave. Just don't shoot him, please.

Cooper looks down at you, his eyes hard on your face, as he watches out for any signs of deceit. Then, he presses his lips into a thin line.

- Make it quick, or I'll pop his head clean off his shoulders. - southern accent floods every syllable, and were you not fighting to save a life (again), you would've blushed.

- Yes, thank you. I'll be quick. Thank you. - words spill out of you like a broken faucet, whispered into the space between your bodies, as the bounty hunter tugs off the loop of his lasso. 

You take a moment to steady yourself, as he drags you up with him, hand twisted into the front of your shirt. Still a little stunned, you allow him to manoeuvre you, turning your body in his grasp, until your back is pressed flush against his front. 

Strong arm sneaks over your shoulders, hand clasping around the column of your throat, while the other one waits just outside of your vision. The barrel of the gun rests between your shoulder and your neck, and the coolness of the metal causes a myriad of goosebumps to erupt across your skin. 

- I'm here Benny - you call out, praying to anything that would listen, that your plan would work - Come out, slowly. 

To his credit, Benny has always been quite good at following directions. There weren't many attributes about him either way, a bit dim in the head, a bit too heroic. 

And definitely a bit too quick to pull out a gun.

Which is what he does as soon as he sees your peculiar situation. The Ghoul drums his fingers against your pulse point, and Benny approaches, a simple shotgun in front of him.

- What the hell...?

- Benny, I need you to listen to me - your voice sounds way too panicked, and you swallow hard to fake some illusion of control over this situation - I need you to turn around, and leave.

- But, there's a Ghoul with a gun behind you, Healer.

You nearly jump out of your skin, when you feel the hot breath of your unwanted companion on the back of your neck. You can almost imagine his chapped lips, so close to your skin.

- Time's a tickin', sweetheart - he whispers, and your blood runs cold in your veins. 

- He's a - you swallow, mouth going dry in an instant - He's my friend. Who's getting very anxious with the trigger, Benny, so please, just go home. 

Deep down inside you know there is no scenario, where the farmer leaves alive. He signed his death warrant the moment he stepped out of the shadows, yet for some unknown reason, that just makes you fight against the odds harder. Call it dumb optimism, perhaps you're possessed by your mother's spirit. Or perhaps the chems have finally scrambled your brains for good. 

- He's not looking very friendly - Benny's gun sways slightly, as he tries to keep it raised, muscles evidently straining against the weight - He's the guy that shot Pete.

Oh for fucks sake, your whole body starts shaking at this point, heart thrumming in your chest like a moth batting against a lampshade. You can feel the Ghoul smirk against the skin of your shoulder, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. His thumb presses slightly into your pulse, feeling it run rampant against his finger. 

- Please - somehow you hope the desperation in your voice will be enough - Please, leave. Benny, please.

Benny looks between you and the Ghoul peaking over your trembling form. You can see his brain working overtime, scrunched eyebrows, smacking of the lips. You're only praying it's working in the right direction. Then, some idea flashes across his expression, and you know in the hollow of your stomach, that this is his end.

- If I save you, will you marry me? - he asks, looking at you with the utmost hopeful expression.

- ...what?

Confusion doesn't even fully register in your mind, as the deafening sound of a gun being fired nearly blows up your eardrums. At first you're not sure, what you're looking at. Where there used to be Benny, now there's a carcass, mangled and bloody. It's hard to figure out, where individual parts of his body are, some bones sticking out from the chunky mush. A spray of red falls onto your face like a morning mist, and the scent of iron and gunpowder is stunning your senses. 

You can't move. Eyes glued to what once used to Benny, you don't even notice, as the Ghoul removes himself from you, placing the lasso over your head and around your body. The loop is secured tightly, and the bounty hunter tugs on it a couple of times, just to test its durability. Then, lazily, he picks up your messenger bag, swinging it over his shoulder. 

- The first time he came to me for help, he tried to domesticate a rad roach - you mutter absentmindedly, not caring if your unwanted companion is hearing you - Wanted it to help with the farm work. I had to stitch half his left side. 

- Stupid life deserves a stupid death.

- You're a fucking monster - you spit out, the feeling of Benny's blood on your lips almost making you gag.

Apparently, the Ghoul takes offense to that, because almost instantly, he's in front of you, his hand gripping your throat, and pushing you hard against the metal plating of the destroyed plane. Stars erupt behind your eyelids, as your head knocks hard into the wall, pain barely registering under the confusion.

- I have been more than accommodating to you, little princess - the Ghoul snarls in your direction, but all you can focus on, is his other hand, grabbing your bruised chin - I've entertained your little medical escapade, I let you negotiate with that dimwit over there.

The warmth of his body suffocates you stronger than any hand around your throat. You can't decide on the color of his eyes, as they seem to shift between amber and green, and completely black. Your mouth opens just a smidge, as you try to defend yourself in any way, but before you can speak, the Ghoul shoves two gloved fingers into your mouth, silencing you in an instant. 

- I could be so much worse, darlin', and I don't think you would like that - his voice lowers itself barely above a whisper, and he watches your expression shift under his grip.

You can't help it, really, the way your body reacts to this rough manhandling. It's not like you could predict being pinned to a wall by a stranger would make your thighs press together. Cooper looks down. He smiles like a cat, that's just found the fattest of mice, when his eyes drag back up to your face. 

- Or perhaps you would - his knee presses against the middle of your thighs, just short of forcing them apart, and you gasp around his fingers.

As if nothing has happened, he pulls away, so suddenly, you nearly fall over. His gloved hand glistens with your saliva, and gracefully, he wipes it clean on your shirt. Blushed, panting, and very angry at this turn of events, you stare daggers at him, as he tugs at the lasso, forcing you to start moving.  

- What is your name? - you demand, blood running hot and defiant in your veins. 

Cooper stares for just a moment too long. The way you seem to bristle in rage, even though that farmer truly was stupid, and you know it too. He likes the way your eyes harden, the way your jaw sets, when you realize this is no longer fun and games. When you recognize, how dangerous he can be, how mean and ruthless. He'd be a fool not to admit it,  it makes him feel powerful, revered. 

And the undertone of humiliation running through the length of your spine is just such a delicious addition. Almost better than chems. Almost more addicting.

Lips tugging back into a nasty smirk, he appraises you with his gaze, surprised when your resolve seems to harden even more. 

- You, Healer - your title sounds wrong coming from his thin lips, worse than any other time you've heard it - Can call me "sir".

Something akin to disgust runs through your expression, and you turn away with a grumble. 

- Fat fucking chance.

[macklives]

session 84 end

wow okay so my discord made me stop here which in hindsight is unfair, but its also 2am so yeah, i gotta lmfao

we will get AA next time then!!

OKAY

so since sollux found out about the whole “end of the world” thing that they cannot save, he got triggered enough to the point where he told terezi and karkat that the game was cancelled. ironically, a convo before, he had talked about how he was gonna die anyways. so tbh im not really sure whats going on there, lots of mixed feelings on the matter, BUT what i do know, is that karkat (for a solid few paragraphs) ignored what sollux had to say so he could brag about being the leader and succeeding in winning over terezi and just overall having that tantrum for the 10th time in this comic

their conversations make me CRYLAUGH

literally karkat and sollux are trying to banter to the point where they pretend they hate each other, even though they always come back to talk the next day as if nothing happened

it makes my day

but then karkat had to be a dumbass and basically run that bad bad virus even if sollux showed him a sign with a giant, flashing, neon “DONT RUN IT” which then made karkat want to run it even more because he thought sollux was taunting him. fucking DUMBASS. so he basically cursed their whole gang (if that ends up being the reason they failed their session i am going to go FERAL)

im just confused as to why sollux gave him it in the first place lmao,

but ...i guess...karkat’s... lusus died because of it :((

well

i guess not “died” because the lusus will become his kernelsprite, similarly to how nanna became john’s... but still, seeing the death of your guardian, especially having happened right in front of you, no matter if its permanent or temporary, that shit can hit hard. so im sorry karkat you had to go through that. same goes for gamzee. hell, same goes for all the trolls who will go through it too.

man, imagine the moment your goat whale parent came back from the grocery store after 13 years, they die :(

UPSETTING

ohohohoh! guys! we also had this weiiiiiiiird page where the game basically acted as if we were playing as someone else entirely, someone that wasn’t sollux since they seemed to be talking TO sollux, or rather about. either this could be the gods of the other realm (those that AA and sollux have been hearing/talking to) which .. in itself is spooky. especially because its still using the “you” because it used “our” at some point. which implies its at least someone out there.

i mean, it started talking that way the moment sollux tried to delete the virus, which then said “but elsewhere the virus ran anyways” and if thats not going to allude to something in the future, idk what is

but the best part? it started talking about “this program will summon an indestructible demon” and proceed to talk about the demon and the destruction it will cause. i mean?? not gonna lie, it sounds pretty fucking cool

i was discussing an evil doctor who in the discord about this actually, how its the embodiment of every cursed corner of the superwholock fandom, simply in the form of a demon. pretty much based on the fact that its a time traveling being. so thx guys.

“the demon is already here” got me tho. i legit got goosebumps from that line.

and finally, we saw sollux’s lusus which ISNT a bee, but actually a tittyclops

nice

next up?? AA >:3c

[lukefonfabre]

about good omens, bc im seeing it so much i cant NOT make a post about it sorry. this is about the book not the netflix show i havent watched that 

also wow this ended up being long im sorry in advance 

so i read good omens back in like junior year of high school and i thought it was really good and it saved me from many a depressive episode. so thank you good omens for that. unfortunately ive grown at least one braincell since then and i realized good omens is super racist and it uses people of color as jokes throughout the entire book. like not just once or twice. the whole thing. levi lost his ENTIRE squad. 

its like. let me give you an example. first of all the entire main cast is white in that jkr way where its like well i didnt say they WERENT white (explicitly points out and stereotypes all poc characters). so mr newt, a white man, he goes to the us army base (this takes place in england). he sees a black man. he’s like wow! a black person! thats wild!!! then there’s a line that reads “newt always felt guilty in the presence of black americans in case they blamed him for 200 years of slave trade.”and thats about it for the black guy’s role. the scene changes 2 paragraphs later and he’s never seen again. like he was just there so they could crack this funny joke. and thats pretty much the role of every single poc who appears in the book. 

some more examples: there’s a scene on a japanese fishing boat and a joke about sushi and the shipmates call the captain “honorable sir” and then they all get eaten by the kracken. there’s a bunch of guys from tibet who are bald and wear saffron robes and come out of “tibetan tunnels.” there’s some random guy in haiti who’s practicing voodoo and roasting meat over a fire. there’s a south asian man who works at a convenience store and sells porn and one (white) character accuses him of worshipping the devil bc he practices hinduism. another (white) character uses a fake native american persona called “geronimo” that says like, “how. step into my teepee sqaw marie” for her seance scam. 

these are all very short scenes or bits of dialogue that are worked in purely for comic relief. theyre obviously making fun of stereotypes about poc in that kind of white liberal way like oh haha stereotypes are so STUPID... i, the white liberal, am beyond that kind of racism... but they put them into the book as jokes anyway, therefore making jokes out of characters of color. which is like, okay, good omens was written in the late 80s by two white guys. i get it. but do i support it? no. when i was in high school i was like sure yeah whatever but its 2019 and honestly that shit is not readable anymore. 

im gonna skim on the misogyny bc im tired of typing but like making the personification of war into a sexy redhead woman with no personality except sexy and violent was like oh wow... havent seen that one before!

but anyway i know people are mostly watching this show for that good queerbaiting between aziraphale and crowley. but let me tell you something. ITS QUEERBAITING. theyre never gonna confirm it bc mr neil gaiman has that go-to excuse like “oh theyre not human... they dont have human concepts of relationships... they arent gay bc thats a human thing.” actually in the book they explicitly tell you aziraphale isnt gay because “angels are sexless unless they really make an effort” (i have no idea what this means tbh). 

like it doesnt matter how much the old white man who plays aziraphale is like “im playing aziraphale as in love with crowley!!!” theyre never actually gonna put it in the show. so what is there to support i ask you. there are no gay rights.

i mean im not the fun police go enjoy yourself but this whole thing just gives me a very... how do you say... superwholock feeling to it. and i do not like it. i guess its just like “oh wow white gay men! *ignores the racism in the source material* i love gays!” when theres nothing in the show other than a lot of queerbaiting. but you know. tumblr is just like that.

also the guys playing aziraphale and crowley are obscenely ugly and its fucking hilarious but if i see those crusty white men on my dash one more time i WILL snap. but like i said go have fun. lick the white mans boots for all i care.

so that’s my opinion on good omens. im not watching the show because i think i’d go into a rage-induced coma. maybe it’s good. i don’t know. mr neil gaiman i hope youre less racist now than in 1990. maybe the netflix show is like woke and i’ll be assassinated for writing this post. anything could happen i guess

[foolish-idiot]

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30: Favorite movie?Right now all I can think of is The Princess Bride.And that’s not a lie. I have a lot of favorite and that is definitely one of them! :D

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?Oh man this is so hard. So many oh god…I’ll come back to this… if I remember. Rough estimate like 22 but I could very easily be wrong.

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]Amazing shitpost quality 💙 20/10 would recommend people follow just simply because of the awesomely amazing person behind it. 💙💙💙

34: What is a color that calms you?Blue and grays and purples and greens

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?Germany ! ;D

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?Hmm… I believe them to be nice suggestions or whatever. I don’t know if I’d swear by em.They are interesting though.

40: Hugs or kisses?Why not both???? Why make me choose???Im honestly huggy person. But I also fucking love kisses. So yeah.

41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?Lots of people honestly. You. Eli. Princess. Polka. Blanc. Em. Chrissy. Mady. Kitty. Meg.Fucking, everyone okay? I wanna see/visit everyone!!!!

42: Who is someone you love deeply?You. :)

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!Hmmm let’s switch this up shall we?

She’s funny. Loves her game(s). Adorable and animated and I could listen to her ramble about what she loves forever, honestly. She’s cute as fuck too. And she makes me laugh so easily. I doubt she even knows this is about her or that she’ll even read this. I could do nothing with her all day and still be happy to have just spent time in the same head space.

48: A sound you really love?Music is relaxing?So is your voice though, since I have to be honest…It’s mushy as fuck I know. Sue me :P

53: How are you feeling right now?Right this very second? Im pretty good actually lmao. Relaxed and a little tired. Missing my people though 💙

55: When did you feel happiest?I…. I don’t know. Im being so honest I have no idea. When Im happy, Im happy. It’s intense and in my face and it always feels like it’s the happiest I’ve ever been or ever will be…I kinda feel emotions on a extremely intense scale…

56: Something that calms you down?You do.Another mushy thing but still true.

57: Have any mental disorders?I do. Yes.I have major depression and anxiety.I also have BPD, or Borderline Personality Disorder…

59: What three words describe you the most?Awkward laughing mess

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?Too many things that make me overly anxious or stressed out I guess??? It’s the only thing I can think of that would make me unfollow someone.That or the person doing something really fucked up … I’d unfollow that too I guess.

62: What makes you follow a blog?Impulse mostly lmao. I have no control.But posting content I like. Or relate to. Or if they seem like a cool person.

63: Favorite kind of person:I don’t know? The understanding type I guess???… I have no idea.I honestly don’t think I have one. Maybe just be nice?

64: Favorite animal(s):Cats. Ravens. Chinchillas.

65: Name three of your favorite blogs.@luciferhimshelf, @wickedchrissy, @polkadotsdesign

66: Favorite emoticon:💙

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?My light blue lace dress :)

72: Post a selfie or two?Really? Right now? God. Can it be selfies from a couple nights ago???….. Whatever it’s gonna be selfies from a couple nights ago.

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?My right eyebrow is cut in half by a scar! Like Ivan from Miraculous Ladybug.

76: Do you like birds?Yes :3

77: Do you like to swim?Fuck yes

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?Im gonna have to go with swimming just because I never get to ice skate…. Though from what I remember of it is love it just as much. Lmao

80: Some thing you wish did exist:Magic. Teleportation. Dragons would be cool maybe? Fucking mermaids!!!

82: Something you really enjoy doing:Talking to the bunny squad? Lmao.I also like to listen to music, watch TV, and write. Though lately it’s been more writing letters then stories :P

83: Favorite person to talk to:YOU. Duh. Lmao.

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?Superwholock

85: How many followers do you have?137

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?A cat

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?Forget-Me-Nots

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?…. Fuck. I don’t know!…. Fly!If I knew that what I thought people thought of me was confirmed true I’d probably die. Lmao.

96: Winter or summer?Winter

98: Least favorite person?Uhhh….  Pastor Rodney Howard-Browne

99: Someone you look up to:I….. I…… I don’t know?… Can it be fictional?Because Alya if so. :)

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?It’s honestly a tie between Aquamarine and Blue Topaz ….

105: Do you drink milk?No.

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?Uuuhh… can really think of one I haven’t been willing to answer?

111: A question you hate being asked?“what turns you on” “describe your perfect date” “describe your personality”

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?Uhhh…. Probably cloudy.

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:You ;) 💙

116: Favorite cloud type:Ain’t got one.

117: What color do you wish the sky was?I love the colors that the sky gets actually. Im happy with it’s blues 💙💙💙

119: Favorite thing about a person:Their personality

121: Something you want to do right now:Eat maybe? …. I haven’t decided.

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?Oh fuck. They’re both gorgeous okay, don’t make me choose!

123: Sweet or sour foods?Sweet AND sour foods ;)Sweet though xD

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?Mermaids. Mother. Fucking. Mermaids!

127: Something you love about Tumblr:It’s a good coping mechanism lmao. Also, good fandom content :DAnd it introduced me to all of you 💙

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?‘Dead because of a vegan’. Because that’s what Leah says it has to be lmao.

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?Trumps a good start.

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?…. My face. I guess.

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?0Lmao

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?Sand.Mandy.

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?Uhhh…. depends on the day.

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?Giving!

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?One, like the lame ass I am…

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:Uh… hair?

149: Favorite thing about your personality:Hm… fuck. Uh…. I… laugh alot…????

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.Luci. Eli. Chrissy.

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?Hell yes!!

156: What embarrasses you?Myself. Lmao

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:… uh. Heights!

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:“I just got scratched it’s no big deal.”

165: Longest your hair has ever been:To my butt. I miss it honestly.

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?Yes! To the best of my knowledge lmao.