#this is just Regans Bullshit Blog now

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

Mutuals are so cool. I'm saying literally the most random shit and they're like. Fuck yeah. Reblog.

[voiceofselcouth]

Blog Six.

It’s been a few days since my last post, I know. It’s sort of a long story.

After I spent the night, Kora was so sweet. She made breakfast – I don’t know if all Mexican food is this good, or if it’s just her cooking – and it was just… Nice. I haven’t sat down and had breakfast with someone in so long. My mom always works night shifts at the hospital now, I barely even see her most mornings. 

Then she suggested we drive out to the desert. See where they found Lucille, and if there was anything there to help. Maybe seeing where she died would make something click. At first, I was hesitant: we’re not meant to go out of town without a good reason, and doing it with an Outsider?  I might be a rulebreaker, but I’m not stupid.

But then I thought of Lucille. How they carted her body in, her blonde hair matted into clumps with blood and sand. The gouges where her eyes had been, the rope dangling around her neck … I had to go. To see the place for myself, to try and understand. She would have done the same for me. 

So I agreed.

It wasn’t a long drive, half an hour or so straight into the desert. I used to drive this route a lot with my mom when I was a little girl, sometimes we would even bring Lucille and her mom too. The pair of us sat in the back of the dusty pickup truck, enjoying the sun as it beat down on us and the taste of desert sand drying the back of our throats. Lucille would always get sunburnt right the way across her shoulders, red lines that followed the curves and sleeves of her dresses. 

We would get to the town we were heading to, someplace my mom could collect some of the medical supplies for the hospital, and we would run out of the car and around the streets. Gathering supplies from other towns is one of the only reasons we’re allowed to leave, so we made the most of the freedom. Running in and out of the shops, looking at all the window displays while we had the freedom to be somewhere new.

Then, when we got older, it would just be us from time to time. Going to pick things up for our parents, or just for the change of scenery on a hot summer’s day.

It was different now, driving it without her. There was no loud pop music crackling over the radio, no Lucille in the seat next to me singing along in that slightly out of time way she always had. Not that Kora was bad company mind, it just wasn’t the same. 

We talked a little. Nothing important, just about the weather, if we had travelled - I haven’t, but Kora went to Europe once - that sort of thing. It was mundane, and normally I would have been bored. But listening to her describe her home? How Mexico was full of colours and festivals so unlike ours, or her large family waiting for Kora to come home? It was comforting. The more I get to know her, the more I realise why Lucille liked her so much. Kora is so endlessly kind with only good things to say about anyone and anything, and those smiles that made her look like a model. She even complimented my rusty old pickup as it rumbled through the sand - it’s not sunbleached she said, it's just quirky. The old hand-winded windows were vintage, not old. She always finds positives. 

Then things got weird. Like, really, really weird. I knew where they said they had found her body – it was a tree we all used as a landmark between the two towns, right at the base of a hill we had to drive around. You couldn’t miss it.

I pulled over a few meters away, not wanting to disturb anything, and we headed over to nothing. Literally, there was nothing there. Not the rest of the rope they had cut her down from, no blood on the tree or the rocks. It was like Lucille had never even been there. I’m no expert, but for someone’s body to be so brutally attacked like hers was, torn apart by wild animals…Surely there should have been something. Anything.

I remember standing below the tree, looking up at the branch and feeling the terrifying numbness creeping back in. It felt like my chest was tightening, like I couldn’t breath and the air was too hot and my best friend was dead and everything was a lie – Then there were arms around me. 

Kora sank to the ground with me in silence, holding me in her arms and stroking my hair as I cried. It felt like it lasted forever, the two of us sitting in the sandy dirt, confused and scared and clinging on for dear life. This was enough proof, more than anything, that the council had to be lying. Covering up whatever was happening to Lucille, to Kora’s brother.

Being there in her arms, grieving so openly with someone, was healing. It made it all that tiny bit more bearable: I wasn’t alone, I had someone who understood.

Then the sound of a car cut through the air. No, not a car – several, all speeding through the dirt towards us. The council members.

I’ve always been scared of them, but now it felt different. It was different. Now I knew that they could do something like this, lie so blatantly, I couldn’t help but fear what else they could be driven to do if we kept getting in the way. I was too terrified to even move, frozen on the ground and clinging to Kora so tight it must’ve left bruises. 

“Regan! Regan!” My mom shouted my name as they pulled up, clamouring out of the car and running towards me. 

Her eyes were red-rimmed with tears, but there was something else on her face behind the worry. A sort of guilt. I wish I could say I was happy to see her, but as they pulled me away from Kora, some of the council members tossing Kora into the back of their truck the same way they had thrown around Lucille’s lifeless body, I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but blind rage.

How could they treat her like that? How could they all buy into this bullshit? I turned back to my mom, willing to beg and plead that they go easy on Kora. To explain it was my fault we were out there, that they had no reason to hurt her. Then it clicked. The council wouldn’t know I was out here with Kora, nobody knew we were together. Nobody but my mother, that was.

It’s funny, me and Lucille used to say I had the good mom, and now here she was ratting me out to the council. 

I don’t remember what I said to her – I screamed and kicked the sand, told them I wouldn’t get in the car, but then Easton was there. He was more gentle than the other men, telling me to calm down, that it was going to be alright. I don’t think I actually trusted him, but I calmed down. If I can’t trust my own mom, why would I trust Lucille’s cousin? He could have been in on it too.

But there was something so familiar about his calming voice, the same tone Lucille used to take, the one he used on us both when we were little girls and he was helping to sneak us sweets or get us out of trouble with Lucille’s mom.

He sat with me the entire ride back and let me cry on his shoulder, assuring me that we weren’t in trouble – he said they had been worried, not angry, that we had driven off. That my mom thought I was running away. It’s funny, how everyone seems to think running away is the answer to everything.

That was almost a week ago, and I haven’t seen Kora since. They sent her back to her hotel under house arrest, confiscated all our research, searched my laptop and even took my phone so I couldn’t text her. I’ve never been so glad I used incognito for this blog, if they found it going through my laptop...I doubt I would still be breathing.

I’m going to find a way to get back to her. Kora is the only person I can trust, the only person who makes any of this make sense. Without her, it feels like fear and loneliness are going to eat me alive. I’ve already lost my best friend, I can’t lose Kora too.

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, SOPHIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of GONERIL. Admin Jen: There are no words to describe how thrilled I was while reading your app, Sophie. Grace is a hellion, a creature of unbridled chaos and hunger, but she’s ultimately human, and because that is so easy to disregard, it made it all the more impactful that you emphasized it so thoroughly. There was such thought and consideration put into your portrayal, but it wasn’t without the touch of introspection and unpredictability that’s integral to Grace’s personality. It was the perfect balance, and one that’s left me absolutely in love with the Goneril you’ve brought us. I can’t wait to see what more you have in store for her! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character

Alias | Sophie

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | she/her

Activity Level | Fairly active! I will have school starting back up at some point but I do make it online at least once every two or so days, if possible.

Timezone | PST

How did you find the rp?  | Tags, I think? It was a while ago but I’ve only just had the time and inspiration to apply now.

In Character

Character | Goneril, Grace Daly

What drew you to this character? | Honestly I tossed between Lillian and Grace for so long. Normally I’m drawn to soft, angelic characters like Lillian but this time I decided to try something a little different. Grace is kind of an experiment, if you will! I really want to try my hand at someone who’s more morally corrupt, someone who’s flaws are a bit more obvious, and someone who (probably) breeds a lot of conflict. Also, she just seems like a ridiculous amount of fun!

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

STEP ONE. Grace has an interesting relationship with violence. It’s common perception that she enjoys it, and maybe she does. To an extent. But to psychoanalyze it a little bit more, she doesn’t enjoy the violence so much as she enjoys the power trip it gives her. Grace has an addiction to power, possibly because of the relationship she had to it growing up. As a child, she never asked for anything. She never had to. She never got to. This is not a sob story - she was still spoilt to the core. But she had little control of the way she grew up, and she had even smaller control of her siblings, of which she was supposed to be the eldest, the guiding light. When was the last time she had any sort of power over her sisters, who could not be more different in nature? Her rank as soldier must be incredibly irritating as well. There is nothing Grace craves more than power, and yet it seems to be the only thing that’s stripped from her and time progresses. So, naturally, the only place she can channel it is violence. It would be interesting to see if, should her ranking increase, her capacity for violence might grow into something else. (I suspect not. But you never know!)

STEP TWO. Along the same lines - Grace has done a lot of terrible things, and I would love to explore the limits of her remorse. Is she really so heartless, or are there consequences? Does she do what she does because she wants to, or because she has to? And which reason is worse? Grace is boisterous, or maybe even arrogant, about her lack of guilt, but she’s not psychopathic, and these things are bound to catch up to her at some point in time. I’d love to see how she deals with this, especially because I suspect it will mostly be dealt with in the form of destruction (a default mode for Grace Daly).

STEP THREE. And finally, her sisters. Although Grace might disagree, they are quite integral to who she is as a person. She grew up with them, and no matter how she might deny it, there are parts of them that have to stick to her. I personally headcanon Grace as the id to Regan’s ego and Catherine’s superego, and without them, Grace is left to fulfill her own aggressive desires without any sort of barriers or consequences. I think a part of Grace recognises that they might try to restrain her nature (Catherine would, at any rate) which is why her efforts are so high in order not to care or spare a second thought about them. Grace isn’t really a person of major personal attachments or sentimental drivel, and as such, sisters are seen as inconveniencing and burdening rather than family. There is also a deep sense of burning, seething jealousy that lives in Grace constantly. Her younger sisters, her superiors. That was never going to sit well with her. And now that they’re on opposing sides, I really want to see the limits of Grace’s personal loyalty. What would she put before her sisters? Certainly, herself. But what else?

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Please. I think it’s only a matter of time before Grace is cut.

In Depth

“I’ve got a family,” says the man. She can’t remember his name, but she will remember his fear, and his begging, and the exact hue of his blood for days to come. Murder stories are, of course, the best stories. Particularly at Christmas.

“You have my sympathies,” she tells him. “I’ve got one too."

It’s funny, really. The things people will say when you’ve got a gun to their head. Sometimes she thinks people are more preferable when they’re in mortal peril. No lies. No bullshit. Grace has an abhorrent, obsessive hate for bullshit.

"Please,” the man says. There are tears in his eyes, and for a moment he is all Catherine at five years old, crying because Grace had pushed her over, crying because Grace had taught her a lesson. But this isn’t her sister, and she’s not five anymore, and either way, Grace wouldn’t care.

“Try again,” says Grace evenly. The gun is cool against her fingertips, just how she likes it.

His eyes narrow, and Grace can see it coming. The spite. The acceptance. Sometimes, when people are at their end, they’re more agreeable. Other times, they’re just insufferable.

“You can’t even say it, can you? You don’t even know what it means. Please. I bet you’ve never said the word in your life.”

He is, in a way, right. Grace never says please. It’s a volatile word, writhing and spineless. It has no function, except for the weak. Saying please is asking for something, and there is never any reason to ask for something when she could just take it, instead.

A roll of her eyes. “Please,” she says. “Shut the hell up. This will be faster if you confess."

"I would rather die than confess."

These men, with their million dollar cufflinks links and their precious poker games. They think they’re all so different. They think they’re all going to be the ones to change Verona. Even Cosimo and Damiano are just fools at the top of their game. In a world where Grace cares, she’ll sit them down and say Look at you. Look at what you breed. You raised a family of sinners, and then you gave them guns. You don’t want to know what I can do with a gun. Worse, you don’t want to know what I can do with a sinner.

"That can be arranged,” she tells him. Lips curl; the Devil’s smile. Ah, well. She already knows he’ll be waiting for her at the end of the line. And when she gets there, she’ll be ready to slit his throat and take over hell, too.

This man is going to die. He thinks he’s going to be forever martyred, but in two weeks or two days or two hours Italy will forget his name. The man serving under him will gleefully take his place, until one day he is murdered too. Maybe his daughter will remember. Maybe one day she will bring a knife and a thirst for revenge to Grace’s doorstep, and she will eagerly await that day. But for now, no one will miss him.

“Tell Cosimo he will live to regret this,” says the man, in perfect imitation of every Hollywood movie ever. Grace wants to laugh, but she doesn’t want to waste time.

“I’ve had a change of management, idiota. Signor Montague pays his respects."

The saddest part of pulling the trigger is that she has to find an excuse to do it again.

[snowsse]

Lol, was looking around in my old files, and I found what little I’ve written of my regan!vampire au story (super rough and short, I only wrote a bit of the start). Since I prolly won’t continue it (because I don’t trust my writing), I’m shoving it in this blog lol.

Usually, he’d be fucking all over this, setting shit up, making sure the atmosphere was just the right side of ‘threatening as fuck’ and ‘I’m going to make your fucking piece of shit of a life into one living hell’, but he found he could not wait another goddamn minute. He walked into the room he’s repurposed into a foolproof cell, barbwire-wrapped baseball bat perched on his shoulder as he glared down at their prisoner.

“So, are you the bloodsucking fucker who’s been eating the fuck out of the people around these parts?”

It was one hell of an operation. But Negan knew his shit by now — even if this was his first time actually having a shot at the real thing. He was ready. More than ready. It didn’t take long to set up a trap for this fucker, what with the whole town just about done with this shit as much as he was.

Around a month ago.. That’s when he caught wind about what’d happened here. Around 12 people have gone missing, 3 found mutilated to death. By the time he had arrived, the missing persons count had risen to a godawful 19. And the mutilated bodies a shitastic 7. This shit was the real deal. He was so damn sure of it. Not some countryside serial killer, some secret-society illuminati bullshit, some dumbass teenagers spreading some dumbass rumours. The real fucking deal.

Needless to say he was more than fucking happy to help the town catch the prick — on the condition he gets to have the top say on what they did with the little fuck.

And now here the little fuck was, chained down, acting like he didn’t just hear what Negan had just asked.

He struck the bat down end first and crushed the fucker’s hand. That earned him a hiss.

And a glare from the iciest pair of blues he’s ever seen.

“I don’t know what the hell they told you,” blue eyes ground out. “But I’m not what they say I am. And if you just looked. You’ll see it yourself.”

There was almost a little truth to that. Almost. Little details here and there that seem to stick out. Some inconsistencies with the stories. But who was he to say they knew everything about their kind.

The little shit was probably lying anyway.

Negan struck the prisoner’s hand again, this time making it a point to grind the fuck out of it with the bat’s end, the barbwire tearing at the flesh, pressure crushing the bone.

“You didn’t answer my fucking question.”

[meringuebones]

011.

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I’m fine with my height. 2: What’s your dream pet (real or not)? A mabari or a nug from Dragon Age.

3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Ninja-goth and street-goth are cool to look at. If I had a ton of money, that would be how I dress. But I don’t, so... I just wear plain black clothes. 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Final Fantasy IX, Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask, Crash Bandicoot trilogy, and Spyro the Dragon series. 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My husband, money, work. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? That I’ll sacrifice them to the almighty Dark Lord if they cross me. I don’t know. Whatever. 7: What is your Greek personality type (Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic)? Choleric. 8: Are you ticklish? Very much so. 9: Are you allergic to anything? Not that I can think of. I used to be allergic to bananas. 10: What’s your sexuality? Hetero. 11: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Tea. 12: Are you a cat or dog person? I like both, but I’d go with dogs. 13: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf, like a dark elf from the Elder Scrolls series. 14: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? No, I don’t watch any specific YouTubers. 15: How tall are you? 5′2″. 16: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? I’m fine with my name. 17: How much do you weigh? Like 135 lbs. 18: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yeah, definitely. 19: Do you like space or the ocean more? The ocean.  20: Are you religious? Not really. I consider myself Agnostic. 21: Pet peeves? People who don’t use their blinkers while driving, people who are rude to cashiers, people who steal art/writing/whatever and claim it as theirs, when the weather says it’s going to rain and then it doesn’t, silverware scraping dishes, interrupting me when I’m talking, and many other things. 22: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal (opposite of nocturnal)? Diurnal. I like sleeping when it’s dark outside. 23: Favorite constellation? Osiris. 24: Favorite star? Altair, just because of the name. I don’t care for the star itself. 25: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Uh... sure. They’re kind of neat, I guess. 26: Any phobias or fears? Roaches, the dark, the paranormal, mirrors and windows in the dark, someone I love dying tragically. 27: Do you think global warming is real? Definitely. 28: Do you believe in reincarnation? It’s interesting, but I’m not sure if I believe it or not. 29: Favorite movie? I can’t name just one. It’s way easier if I were to be asked, like... what my favorite comedy, horror, animated, etc. movie is. 30: Do you get scared easily? Yes! Not as much I used to get, but I still manage to get easily scared by little things. I torture myself by reading scary stories when I’m home alone. 31: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? Eight were officially ours—two fish, two rabbits, a guinea pig, a dog, and two cats. One cat is still alive and with my parents. Then there’s, like, a million feral cats around that neighborhood that love being around their house. 32: What is a color that calms you? Gray. 33: Where would you like to travel and/or live? I think I’m fine with where I live for now, but I’d like to travel to Iceland, Bolivia, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Spain, Morocco, Egypt, Turkey, France, Romania, Ukraine, South Korea, Taiwan, and Japan. 34: Where were you born? Rome, Italy. 35: What is your eye color? Brown. 36: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert. 37: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Not at all, but I do like reading the lists people come up with, like the zodiac signs as types of Pokémon or Greek gods or whatever. 38: Hugs or kisses? Hugs. 39: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? No one in mind. 40: Who is someone you love deeply? My husband. 41: Any piercings you want? Nah, I’m good. 42: Do you like tattoos and piercings? I do, but not on me. 43: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? I have smoked, but I don’t regularly smoke. 44: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Uh... I’ll talk about a celebrity crush. He’s an annoying, bald Swedish dude who’s an exceptionally talented guitarist and music producer. Extra emphasis on the word ‘annoying.’ 45: What is a sound you really hate? Silverware scraping dishes, the vacuum, the blender, really heavy footsteps, the sound of vomiting, pots and pans clanking together. 46: A sound you really love? Rain, thunder, ocean waves, fire crackling, strong wind. 47: Can you do a backflip? Maybe. If I want a trip to the hospital right after, sure. 48: Can you do the splits? I can do a front split, but not a side split. 49: Favorite actor and/or actress? I don’t really have any. I mean, I have some I like and find attractive, but I don’t pay too much attention to them. 50: Favorite book? ”Death: A Life”  by George Pendle. 51: How are you feeling right now? Tired. I also still feel blah from that ramen I ate earlier. 52: What color would you like your hair to be right now? I’m fine with its natural color. 53: When did you feel happiest? Mm, probably when I got married this past Monday. 54: Something that calms you down? Usually laying down is enough for me. 55: Have any mental disorders? General anxiety and ADHD. 56: What does your URL mean? Bones made out of meringue. 57: What three words describe you the most? Mischievous, tired, creative. 58: Do you believe in evolution? Yes. 59: What makes you unfollow a blog? They haven’t updated in forever, they start reblogging too much fandom discourse, or they say some stupid offensive bullshit (e.g. racism, classism, homophobia, etc.). 60: What makes you follow a blog? They mostly post what I like seeing on my dash. 61: Favorite kind of person: ... Someone nice. Which I figure is what most people would say is their favorite kind of person. 62: Favorite animal(s): Rabbits, hares, bears, bats. 63: Name three of your favorite blogs. Let’s not. 64: Favorite emoticon: The ghost or pile of poop. 65: Favorite meme: Any Kermit or DW reaction image. 66: What is your MBTI personality type? INFJ. 67: What is your star sign? Cancer. 68: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? My dog’s dead and she never obeyed commands. She was way too hyper. 69: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? Plain black zip-up hoodie, random t-shirt tucked into a black tennis skirt, black thigh-high stockings, a pair of black/white low-top Vans. 70: Post a selfie or two? No. 71: Do you have platform shoes? I have a couple pairs of wedges, if that counts. 72: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I can walk backwards like Regan from The Exorcist. Now... can I do it on stairs? Probably not without breaking my neck. 73: Can you do a front flip? I can on a trampoline. 74: Do you like birds? Sure, they’re alright. I think puffins are super cute. 75: Do you like to swim? I do. 76: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? I’ve never gone ice skating, but I feel like I’d still answer with swimming. 77: Something you wish didn’t exist: Donald Trump. 78: Some thing you wish did exist: Fifty large sacks of money right in front of me. 79: Piercings you have? None. 80: Something you really enjoy doing: Sleeping and daydreaming. 81: Favorite person to talk to: My husband. 82: What was your first impression of Tumblr? I don’t remember. That was back in like 2010. Obviously I must have liked it enough if I’m still here. 83: How many followers do you have? Negative five. 84: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? I’m not sure. I could back in high school when we ran timed miles, but I weigh a bit more, so... Hm. Maybe not. 85: Do your socks always match? When I actually bother to wear them, yes. I hate mismatched socks. 86: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Ah, something I can do! Yes. 87: What are your birthstones? Ruby. I’m not sure if I have more than one... 88: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A shark, possibly. Or a hare. 89: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Black velvet petunia. 90: A store you hate? I don’t care enough. 91: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? Like two. Not much. I prefer tea. 92: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly. Reading minds would be shit with my anxiety. 93: Do you like to wear camo? Not really. 94: Winter or summer? Winter. 95: How long can you hold your breath for? I was bored and timed it right now. A minute and nine seconds. 96: Least favorite person? Any evil dictator. 97: Someone you look up to: My parents. [/cue ‘aww.’] 98: A store you love? Barnes and Noble. I can feel as if my wallet is mad at me every time I shop there. 99: Favorite type of shoes Vans. 100: Where do you live? The U.S. 101: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? No, because I don’t want to be. 102: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Sapphires, rubies, azurite. 103: Do you drink milk? Sometimes. 104: Do you like bugs? Not really. 105: Do you like spiders? I like some... like the plush black spider on my bed. 106: Something you get paranoid about? The paranormal. 107: Can you draw?: I can. I even went to school and made a career out of it. 108: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Anything very sexual, like related to kinks, fetishes, or whatever. 109: A question you hate being asked? I hate when I’m tired and someone asks if I’m okay, and then when I say that I am they say some stupid shit like, “Are you sure? You don’t look okay.”  110: Ever been bitten by a spider? YES. I still have a big scar behind my knee from being bit by one a long time ago. 111: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? I do. 112: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Cloudy. 113: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: My husband. 114: Favorite cloud type: Google calls them cirrus clouds. 115: What color do you wish the sky was? Like naturally? Gray, all the time. Or maybe pastel purple all the time. 116: Do you have freckles? Nope. 117: Favorite thing about a person: I suppose the little traits and interests that make them wholly them. 118: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits.  119: Something you want to do right now: Take a shower. 120: Is the ocean or sky prettier? The ocean. 121: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet. 122: Bright or dim lights? Dim lights. 123: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Kind of. I mean, there are parts of the Earth we’ve yet to explore, and we’re constantly finding new species every single year. Who’s to say something ‘magical’ doesn’t exist and it really isn’t magical? 124: Something you hate about Tumblr: Hive-mind mentality, especially when it comes down to someone being called out. 125: Something you love about Tumblr: There are so many things to pull inspiration from as an artist. Also the roleplay community is pretty sweet, depending on what fandom you join. 126: What do you think about the least? I’m not sure. 127: What would you want written on your tombstone? A curse of some sorts. 128: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Why would I want to hurt my hand? Pass. 129: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? Hm... Maybe how much I care about certain people/things. 130: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Rarely. 131: Computer or TV? Computer. 132: Do you like roller coasters? They’re alright. 133: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? I used to when I was a little kid, but not anymore. 134: Are your ears free or attached? They’re free, but barely. 135: Do you believe in karma? I’m not a buddhist, so no. 136: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? Maybe a 7. 137: What nicknames do you have/have had? I have too many. We’d be here all night. 138: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? I never did. 139: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Not repeatedly. I saw one a couple times so they could diagnose me and give me meds that I don’t take, but that’s it. 140: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Mostly good, I think. 141: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving help, mainly because I hate the idea of receiving it in any way. I don’t like admitting I need help. As for gifts, I like both giving and receiving about equally. 142: What makes you angry?: A lot of things. 143: How many languages do you speak fluently? Honestly, one. Kind of sad. I can’t speak my native language fluently anymore. 144: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Boys. 145: Are you androgynous? No, I don’t think so. 146: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My hair and ass. 147: Favorite thing about your personality: My creativity. 148: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. I don’t want to. 149: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? I wouldn’t. I’m fine reading about them. I don’t need to experience their pains. 150: Do you like BuzzFeed? I don’t really have an opinion about them. 151: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? Short story, mutual friends. I’m too lazy to type out the long story. 152: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Not really. I give a lot of nose and head kisses though. [EDIT] Okay, so earlier whenI took this survey my eyes just seemed to skip over the word ‘platonic.’ I don’t give platonic kisses. 153: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Nope. 154: What embarrasses you? Remembering embarrassing things I did like ten years ago and curling up into a ball. It’s an endless cycle. 155: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: Being out in public. 156: Biggest lie you have ever told: No idea. Maybe that I liked someone. Or that I was working on a project when I wasn’t. 157: How many people are you following? On my personal Tumblr, 956. I can’t follow anyone from this particular blog because it’s just a sideblog. 158: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? I’m not going into my roleplay accounts because I don’t feel like signing in/out, so I’ll just do my main and sideblogs. Main (cyberpunk + fandoms) is 6,073. Cute sideblog is 2,194. Nature sideblog is 1,615. Reference sideblog is 212. Brown/tan aesthetic sideblog is 322. Then there’s two sideblogs I don’t know the aesthetic of, but one has 230 posts while the other has 110. 159: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? I don’t feel like looking anymore. 160: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 331 on my main. 161: Last time you cried and why: I don’t remember. 162: Do you have long or short hair? Very long hair. 163: Longest your hair has ever been: It’s currently the longest it’s been, and it’s about an inch above the base of my back. 164: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religion? In short, because I don’t care. 165: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Not really. I mean, I think it’s interesting to read about, but I don’t care when it relates to religion. 166: Do you like to wear makeup? Sometimes. 167: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? Probably not anymore. 168: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? I did.