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MogaRoca
Mo
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♎|Genderfluid|Pansexual|Puyallup, WA
How's it goin', y'all? Name's Mo so don't wear it out! I'm a Hispanic pain in the ass who has a deep fondness for sharks, zombies, and superheroes. I use my spare time to write, draw, and play video games {probably too many for my own good}. I'm an insomniac and I love to roleplay, so hit me up with a message if you ever want to chat!

:bulletblack: Homestuck :bulletblack: Supernatural :bulletblack: Hetalia :bulletblack: Avengers :bulletblack: X-Men :bulletblack: Guardians Of The Galaxy :bulletblack: Left 4 Dead :bulletblack: Warm Bodies :bulletblack: Assassin's Creed :bulletblack: Bioshock :bulletblack: Criminal Minds :bulletblack: Portal :bulletblack: TF2 :bulletblack: LEGO :bulletblack: Gregory Horror Show :bulletblack: The Walking Dead :bulletblack: Once Upon A Time :bulletblack: Don't Hug Me I'm Scared :bulletblack: MarbleHornets :bulletblack: Borderlands :bulletblack: Mystery Skulls :bulletblack: Silent Hill :bulletblack: The Book Of Life :bulletblack: Transformers :bulletblack: Phoenix Wright :bulletblack: G.I. Joe :bulletblack: Mad Max :bulletblack: Watchmen

Mood: Perky
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-Fuckin' sharks, bro

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-Phone

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-Depends on the type, I guess

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-Neither

Are you scared of clowns?

-Yeah, I hate them

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

-Something weird, like Taser or Coal

BONUS QUESTION .:Would you rather be a Fairy or a princess?:.

-I wouLD BE A DRAGON

BONUS QUESTION 2 .:If you could be anything, what would you be and why?:.

-A FUCKING DRAGON BECAUSE DRAGONS

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The trek back up the stairs was usually a normal and easy one, unfortunately the odds seemed to be against Hannah these past few days. First having to lug a particularly heavy man up the steps and now she was struggling to keep all of her bags on her arms without any of her groceries dropping. Clara had assisted her in getting her fix and even helped her pay for a few of the more pricey items, though she had to leave as it began to get a bit dark out and began to make her rounds again. 

Though her posture was incredibly sagging and her bags were partly bumping against the stair steps, Hannah had a small bounce in her step. Her dark pupils were wide and she couldn't stop the smile that stretched across her face. These were only a few of the many effects that her precious fix granted her. Soon enough she'd begin to feel incredibly bubbly and energetic, wanting to everything and anything. Often she would use this new found energy to tidy up her apartment, write small poems on the desk in her room, treat herself to a good primping. Sometimes, she unfortunately couldn't wait for her fix and had to shoot up in the alleyways as she was on the clock. This often gave her a sudden rush of particularly promiscuous feelings and would advance her payment those nights. 

Granted, she hated the feeling and even the thought of being touched by those despicable creatures who called themselves men. She often woke up the next morning feeling sick to her stomach and would force herself to throw up anything that resided in the confines of her small stomach. 

"Almost...there..." She panted in a small, happy voice. 

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she immediately straightened out her back and began to giddily walk down the hall to her door, a small bounce in her step. Though her mind was clouded with the effects of the drugs, she still had a small buzzing in the back of her mind that was warning her to be cautious. Of course, the warning was thrown to the wind as she merely flopped against her front door, moving the plastic bags that dangled off her arms so she could fumble for her keys. 

Rorschach, who had been silently waiting for the incredibly slow woman to come back to the apartment, stiffened as he heard the commotion outside. He had immediately gone into fight or flight mode before he heard the soft mutterings of a familiar voice. Amused, the man sat back and relaxed his tight muscles, no need for violence. At the moment, anyway. 

Once she had finally been able to get the door unlocked, Hannah stumbled into the apartment rather clumsily. Her high pitched giggles made the man on the couch grit his teeth in annoyance, though he decided it best not to say anything. The woman continued her small laughing fit as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, sliding down until she sat on the floor. There she merely tilted her head back and closed her eyes, smiling in drunken bliss. 

The mere sight of the painstakingly doped up harlot made Rorschach's stomach churn in disgust. Did she even realize what she had been doing to herself? How she was destroying her own fucking body? He was mentally screaming at her, demanding that she go and sober up in the other room, keep her filth away from him, even to take a goddamn shower while she was at it. But, he continued to remain silent, choosing to glare darkly at her as she muttered incoherently.

"So...sleepy..." She slurred, apparently the drugs were beginning to get the best of her as she lolled her head to the side.

Rorschach almost swore he saw some drool dripping down her chin, though that would be a little too much even for her. He was actually surprised when he heard her begin snoring lightly, eyes having dropped closed and her mouth falling slack. The whole scene made him sneer in disgust, did she honestly not have the energy to make it to her bedroom?

Shakily standing up and holding onto his side, Rorschach began slowly making his way over to the sleeping girl. He knelt down next her and frowned, studying her pale face. The black eye she was still wearing seemed to have lightened up a small bit from what he could see, though a few smaller discolored bruises were still stamped here and there along her face or neck. He shifted a bit, reaching out and clasping her shoulder, proceeding to shake her a bit too roughly than he had intended. 

Hannah immediately yelped, eyes shooting open as she was rather rudely awoken from her little nap. She huffed and reached up to rub her good eye, grumbling under her breath. She glared at the masked man once she was done rubbing and wrinkled her nose. 

"You...stink," She said blatantly, words slurred and tired sounding, "Don't touch me, stinky..."

Surprised by the bold words, Rorschach actually had to pause and blink in surprise. Though she was high out of her mind, she still managed to tick him off to no end. He mentally applauded her success of being a pain even in her drunken stupor. He shook his head and stood, holding back the wince that wanted to escape by sighing instead, hand clutching his side. 

"Go to bed," He growled, moving to go back to the couch, "And I don't stink. You on the other hand..."

"Hey!" Hannah shot back, moving to stand up, wobbling as she moved closer to him, "I am perfectly clean!"

She began waving her arms in his direction, the long sleeves of her hoodie smacking his arm weakly. The man stared at her with mild amusement, curious as to what she was implying. 

"Jerk! Jerk, jerky jerk!" She whined, "I don't stink! You do!"

The man's amusement was slowly turning into annoyance as he hung his head, cursing under his breath. He suddenly felt pressure on his shoulder and got ready to shove away the woman, having raised his opposing arm to help move her, but immediately froze. Her shoulders were shaking up and down, her head shaking back and forth as it was pressed into the fabric of his coat. 

"I-I'm sorry..." She sobbed, "I-I...Y-you're not a jerk..."

Jesus Christ, was this woman a child? What drug did she take to make her so bipolar? Rorschach awkwardly cleared his throat, turning his head away from the woman. If she was going to wind up being high all the time then this was going to be an incredibly long stay. He carefully moved the arm that wasn't in a steel grip and used it to wrap haphazardly around the woman's shaking shoulders, squeezing her gently. He wasn't at all good with showing emotions, that was one of his downfalls. This was particularly off-putting since she was still crying. Wasn't she supposed to calm down now? God, where was Dan when he needed him? 

As if on cue, the said man walked into the grungy apartment, tripping over the grocery bags on the floor. He regained his composer only to stare at the scene before him. Hannah was clinging to Rorschach's arm in what seemed to be a painful lock and Rorschach awkwardly side-hugging the crying woman, head turned away as if he was embarrassed or disgusted. Most likely the latter. 

"What..." Dan began and Rorschach snapped his head over to look at the man, seeming to look immensely relieved. 

"Take her," He immediately demanded, attempting to pry the woman off him. 

Daniel smirked, holding back his laughter as he walked over and gently set a hand on the girl's shoulder. He didn't know why she was crying so hard, probably something upset her and she took it out on Rorschach, since he was the only one around. As she turned her head to glance up at him, he immediately tossed the idea out the window. Her pupils were huge. Well, shit. This would no doubt be a terribly hard situation to get out of, so he decided it best to just help out. 

"Hey, hey," Dan gave a forced smile, "What's wrong?"

"I hurt his feelings!" She sobbed, fat tears dripping down her face, "I-I didn't mean to! Honest!"

Dan looked to Rorschach for confirmation, earning a shrug from the other man, "She said I smelled and thought she hurt my feelings when I defended myself."

This made her break out into a fresh wave of tears, sobbing heavily. Dan sighed and shook his head, carefully prying her off of his friend's arm. 

"We have to get her under some water," He grumbled, helping her stand upright as she slouched against him, "Where's the bathroom?"

Rorschach nodded down the hall and Dan rolled his eyes, beginning to drag the drugged up woman down the hall. She gave a small hiccup of a sob as they entered the bathroom, the masked man switching on the light and Dan carefully setting her in the bathtub. He stood up and fixed his clothes, glancing back at the other man who stood in the doorway. 

"What did she say, exactly?" He asked, mild curiousity shining in his eyes. 

Rorschach was silent for a moment, "She said I stank."

Dan blinked before he busted out into laughter, doubling over. The other man tensed up, huffing in annoyance, it wasn't that funny. He grumbled and looked away, turning to leave but Dan grabbed his shoulder. 

"Hold on, I'm sorry," He said, chuckling as he wiped a tear from his eye, "I need your help."

Rorschach sneered but nodded turning back to him, "Fine."

"Good," He smiled, "Now, I'm going to switch on the water...and you're going to have to hold her down."

The whole situation made Rorschach rather uncomfortable, what if she ended up drowning or suffocating? What if he got soaked? Either situation sounded incredibly unpleasant but he didn't want to let down Dan so he begrudgingly agreed to help. He went over to the tub, kneeling down and reaching over to hold onto the woman's shoulders firmly. She looked up to him with bleary, red eyes. She blinked sluggishly as she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. She was probably hitting the top of her high from the way she seemed to have calmed down. He could only imagine how her fall would be like, thankfully Daniel was going to help speed up her sobering process. 

"Here we go," Dan warned as he turned the cold water knob. 

At first nothing happened, the woman merely sat there, when suddenly she began squirming. She yelped as cold water shot into her face, soaking into her ratty clothes, also managing to wash away any grime and dirt she happened to have on her. She began writhing, arching her back and kicking her legs. Rorschach held her down firmly, unfortunately having to lean into the water as he did, not risking her jumping out. He had his body tilted at an angle so water would still hit her face instead of just plowing into his back, thus making him almost fall into the tub. Daniel was doing his best to keep her feet and legs still but was having a hard time, trying to avoid getting smacked in the face. 

"Let me go! Stop!" Hannah shrieked, violently shaking from the sudden shock of cold water and the beginning stages of falling from her high, "You're killing me!"

She continued screaming, trying to wiggle out of the men's grasps. Rorschach grunted, growling out curses every time she managed to get an arm free, though he immediately would pin it down again. Daniel hissed out a curse when she clipped his hand, drawing back for a split second to check his injury before slamming his palms down against her ankles. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and down onto the floor, drenching the small rug by the sink.

"Calm down!" Daniel shouted, struggling to keep himself at least partially dry, "You're making this worse for yourself!"

"Please, please, please!" The woman begged, sobbing as she reached the second step of her sobering up, "It hurts!"

"Just keep still!"

This continued on for what seemed like forever until Hannah eventually began to calm down, though she yelped every now and then, begging the men to stop or to let her go. When Dan thought she was sober enough, he carefully let her go. When she didn't move to kick him or thrash around he turned off the water. She shivered here and there, soaked to the bone in freezing water. She swallowed shakily as she looked up at the ceiling, muttering out a string of apologies and curses under her breath. Rorschach, feeling ehr calmed down enough, slowly got off her and sat back on the floor. He felt fifty pounds heavier thanks to his wet trench coat, even the top half of his pants managed to get wet. Thankfully his shoes were relatively dry.

Daniel, on the other hand, was soaked completely, besides his shoes and ankles, even his neatly combed hair was now dripping and sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. All three of the bathroom residents shook from the cold, doing their bests not to look at each other. The tense atmosphere seemed to have doubled, especially when Hannah slowly sat up, her large hoodie dripping from excess water, hair wild and sticking to her face. Dirty water ran down the drain with every small moved she made and she eventually decided to sit in a ball position, knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs.

The two men stood up, careful not to slip on the wet floor and looked at themselves in mild discomfort. Daniel, noting how damp his clothes were, decided he'd be the adult of this situation and dry his clothes and make the small group something to eat. Though Hannah would need more fluids instead of solids, but she still would need something in her stomach. Rorschach as well, who knew when the last time he had something to eat was.

"Stay here with her," Dan said to his friend, looking back to Hannah with a stern expression, "Where is the dryer? If you have one that is..."

She was silent for a moment, not looking at either of them as she stared at her knees, "Kitchen...in the back."

Daniel nodded, giving a relieved sigh before he turned and left the room. He trusted his friend enough to leave him with someone like Hannah, he just hoped he wouldn't say anything to make her unhappy or sick. Right now she needed to settle on calming down and reveling in the fact that what she did was fucked up.

For now, Dan needed to get dried off and start on picking this place up, even a little bit. It was the least he could do after all...she was taking care of his best friend. Sort of. 
Elastic Heart (Rorschach x OC) Ch. 5
Next chapter has smut
Just sayin'

Dan Dreiberg, Rorschach (c) Alan Moore
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It had been a few hours since Daniel had first arrived and Rorschach and Hannah had both gotten to know each other a little better. Well, technically Hannah asked him many questions while the masked vigilante merely made grunts and shrugs in reply, making the woman sigh in exasperation and eventually quit with her little interrogation. Rorschach didn't really mind the woman talking, it took his mind off the pain as he mentally answered each question she asked. 

Hannah, on the other hand, had become a bit frustrated with her guest's lack of speech. She wanted to push him further but decided she'd rather not, she didn't want to risk finding out the man was some sort of psychopath who snapped when under pressure. She sighed, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. Narrowing her eyes as she studied the masked man, who was staring right back at her, she realized that he hadn't eaten or drank anything for at least a day...or was it a night? She shook her head, not carrying for the details. 

"Are you hungry?" She asked, standing up from her seat across from the man, "I'll go out and get something...I need to get groceries anyway."

The vigilante wanted to remind her of the fact that Daniel would be back later, or perhaps the next day, with supplies but he merely replied with a shrug. He honestly didn't care what the harlot did, as long as she wasn't pegging him with questions every five seconds. He huffed in realization that she was still looking at him, no doubt expecting an answer. He cursed internally, would this woman ever let up? 

"Fine," He grumbled, "Anything."

Seeming to be content with his answer, she walked over to the door, pulling on a ratty jacket and grabbing what he guessed to be her wallet. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, "Stay here and don't move."

He looked away, "Hurm."

She gave him a blank look before exiting the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. She pulled her hood up, shoving her wallet into one of her pockets as she trudged down the hallway. She'd probably end up just going to the small corner store at the end of the street. They didn't have much, but it was all she could afford. She should probably grab some medicine and such too...

Sighing heavily as she made her way down the stairs, Hannah wondered if she should even be going out. The risk of someone of her particular work ethic heading out without a straightforward destination was a little dangerous... Okay, it was a lot dangerous. No doubt she'd be hollered at or asked how much she went out for. Her face was a familiar one around the neighborhood, no matter how far she worked away from home. She didn't want this life. No one does, not even those who are convinced they deserve it. She tried many times to get help, but it never ended in the way she wanted. 

Especially since her little 'problem' was the main reason she was living this particular lifestyle. The marks on her arms and the dirtied needles at the bottom of her drawers back home proved that she needed all the help she could get. Her so called friends that worked the same corners as her usually helped her get her fix, allowing her to shoot up in the nearby alleyways as they kept lookout. Taking shifts, each taking a hit of their 'liquid gold', as they tended to call it. 

The last time Hannah was able to grab some of her precious fuel was the night before last, before she decided on being a good Samaritan and helping the masked stranger with the hat. She knew karma would be a bitch, thankfully she knew of a few people who could give her a quick one for free. Unfortunately, those always came with a price.

"Hey there, Han'," A soft, croaky voice emerged from an alley the woman walked past.

She stiffened up and glanced over, relaxing immediately as she recognized one of her sisters of the night. The tall, blonde woman shakily walked over. Her short purple dress and tall black stilettos helped emphasis her means of business. Her ratty blonde hair was draped over one shoulder, the strap drooping off the other. Her make-up was heavily smeared, either from her rubbing them or from crying. She held a half finished cigarette between her pointer and middle finger, blowing out smoke through her stained red lips.

"Whatcha doing out early? And in that of all things?" The blonde smirked a bit, coughing slightly as she crossed her arms over her skinny waist. 

"Hello, Clara," Hannah replied, hands shoved into her oversized pockets. She considered Clara as a sort of sister-figure, most of the girls were, except for Big Mama, who, as her name hinted, was like a mother to the street girls of the slums, "I'm actually going to the store. Care to walk with me?"

Sighing, Clara took a long drag on her cancer stick, blowing the smoke from her nose, "Why not? I'm on break anyway."

The two women continued on their way down the cracked sidewalk, making small talk and sharing details of their lives since they saw each other last, which wasn't too long ago. The taller blonde told the smaller woman of how she had a client nearly strangle her, he was one of those weird fetish sort of guys, and she had to crack a bottle of his head. Thankfully he only went unconscious, but that didn't stop Clara from grabbing as much cash as she could and getting the hell out of there.

"It was so fucked up," She sneered, dropping her dwindling cigarette and crushing it out with her heel, "Why do I always get the weirdos?"

"Maybe they appeal to your lovely personality," Hannah smirked.

"Shut up," Clara rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath as they made it into the store, "Why'd you come here again?"

"I just need some groceries," The smaller woman replied, heading down the aisles and pulling out various items and holding them under her arms, "I'm running low."

"Yeah, I wonder why," Clara said as she picked up a basket and followed her friend, stopping her to put the items in the basket, "I thought you were working last night? We didn't see you..."

"I...uh...got caught up with someone," Hannah cleared her throat. It wasn't exactly a lie, but as long as Clara didn't ask for-

"Ahhh, a secret lover perhaps?" 

Shit. 

"No!" Hannah said in a loud voice, immediately looking around and lowering her voice, "Nothing like that..."

Clara snickered and shook her head, looking over the chips and such on the counters, "Oh really? Then who?"

Hannah went silent. How was she supposed to explain to her friend that she had a vigilante staying on her couch? Though temporarily, he was still there. She swallowed thickly, time to lie and lie fast. 

"He's a friend from a long time ago and he needed a place to crash," She started, "He was banged up so I offered to let him stay over until he gets back on his feet."

Narrowing her eyes, Clara put a hand on her hip in a judging sort of manner. She wasn't one to start drama, but if her fellow friend was in trouble, she'd do her best to help. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that she was going to be making it easy any time soon. 

"A friend, huh?" She sniffed suspiciously, "Fine...alright."

Hannah pursed her lips as she nodded and turned away from her friend, sighing wistfully as she continued on with her shopping. She just needed a few more things before she could head back to the apartment. 

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Rorschach hadn't made himself too busy while the woman was gone and he was growing terribly bored because of it. He needed to find something to do before he wound up becoming nothing more than a lump on the couch. He grit his teeth as he carefully, albeit shakily, got to his feet. He gripped his injured side with one hand while using the other to help him balance against the couch and other scarce furniture. He decided to do a little snooping and began to slowly make his way down the darkly lit hallway, being mindful of the tattered pictures hung up on the wall. 

He could already hear Daniel chastising him for going through the woman's things, but the masked man couldn't exactly keep sitting around and doing nothing. Besides, he needed to know what the woman did besides sell her body and soul for filthy cash. The thought made his nose wrinkle and he grumbled as he bumped into a small hall table. The offending piece of furniture was small, wobbly, and was holding just a few things. A broken picture frame and an empty vase were the largest collectibles that Rorschach could see instantly. 

Raising a brow curiously, he picked up the frame and examined the photograph behind the cracked glass. It appeared to be a younger version of the woman, Hannah, and an elderly couple. Everyone in the picture was smiling as if they were incredibly happy. The whole situation made Rorschach sick to his stomach so he set the frame down. He wasn't sure who the couple was in the picture, or how long ago it had been taken. Granted, the version of Hannah was particularly child-like so she must have been in her early teens. 

He shrugged his shoulders as he continued down the hall, peering into the bathroom since the door had been left open. It was a small room, not much going on inside. A small shower, which doubled as a tub, and a toilet off to the side. A cracked mirror, which was most likely a medicine cabinet, overlooking a small sink. Quaint. Although the apartment seemed a bit more organized than his own, it was still a mess. She had ought to clean up a bit. But why did he care? He didn't.

Further down the hall, he came to an abrupt stop, nearly slamming his face into the door that probably led to the woman's bedroom. The hallway was much shorter than he cared to realize. He took a step back and adjusted his hat, which had tilted back haphazardly, and reached out to take hold of the doorknob. Turning it caused it to emit a shrill screech of protest, but he ignored it and shouldered open the door. 

The room was dark and smelled oddly of incense. He felt around the wall for a light switch, flicking it upwards and blinking in surprise as he glanced around the room. It wasn't as messy as the rest of the house, but it wasn't exactly organized either. There were piles of clothes here and there that had been neatly folded and looked as if they were waiting to be put away. A medium sized bed resided towards the middle of the room, covered in dark mahogany colored blankets. A bedside table was pressed against the wall and the bed, serving as a place to put magazines and a small lamp. The dresser that should have been holding clothes was just to the left of the door, the drawers no doubt empty. A window overlooked the main street of the apartment complex, though the glass was rather dirty. A small desk resided in the corner, papers and trash littered across it. The chair that apparently came with the desk seemed a bit bent, as if it were sat in often. The walls were a dark creme color, a few posters and notes tacked into the wall. All in all, the room seemed rather nice. Which he'd never tell her of course. 

He sluggishly walked over to the bed, tilting his head as he stared at the blankets. In the back of his mind something told him that, though they looked impeccably clean, they were in fact filthy. His gaze gravitated over to the small table by the bed and his curiosity began to swell. He immediately made his way over to the small piece of furniture, minding the piles of clothes in his wake. He knelt down in front of it, carefully reaching out and pulling open one of the drawers. Inside were old magazines, what looked to be a pair of broken glasses, and...were those...?

Rorschach narrowed his eyes spitefully as he reached a gloved hand inside the drawer, pulling out one of the glass syringes. Great. The woman wasn't only a harlot, but a junkie as well. Wonderful, just wonderful. He threw the dirty needle back inside the drawer and shoved it closed. Any respect he might have had for the woman, which wasn't much at all, was immediately gone. Thrown out the metaphorical, dirty window. Party of him wanted to confront her on the disgusting addiction, demand that she stop this at once, at least while he was staying there that is. The other half enjoyed the thought of watching her plummet down the dark void of addiction, the one that hardly anyone returned from. 

He shook his head and stood up shakily, making his way back out of the room and down the hall. He sat down on the couch and carefully moved to make himself much more comfortable. He'd have to ask her a few things when she got back. 
Elastic Heart (Rorschach x Reader) Ch. 4
We get down to the nitty gritty

Watchmen, Rorschach (c) Alan Moore
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1. You have to post the rules

2. Everyone has to share one fact about themselves beforehand
3. No saying you don't do tags
4. You have to make up 10 questions of your own for the people you have tagged

5. You must tag 10 people (more if you feel evil)


Fact about me
-I am a secret die hard Jurassic Park fan-



Do you like waffles?

-I'm more of a french toast kinda person


Would you rather force 3 splinters under your finger nail or put a tooth pick under your toenail and kick the wall as hard as you can?

-:iconstopplz:

Do you like peanut butter?

-Sure

What is your favourite animal?

-Fuckin' sharks, bro

Favourite color?

-Red

Camera or phone?

-Phone

Do you like role playing?

-Depends on the type, I guess

Skype or kik?

-Neither

Are you scared of clowns?

-Yeah, I hate them

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

-Something weird, like Taser or Coal

BONUS QUESTION .:Would you rather be a Fairy or a princess?:.

-I wouLD BE A DRAGON

BONUS QUESTION 2 .:If you could be anything, what would you be and why?:.

-A FUCKING DRAGON BECAUSE DRAGONS

:Not tagging anyone:
I was tagged by BunnyGaming 

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You're welcome! I absolutely love your artwork!
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Happy B-Day!! X3
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Thanks for faving my mermaid! :bigdaddyla: 
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