Another anthology down. This one was done for @whitehareknits
Book stats: Number of Stories: 24
Total word count: 115,029
Fandoms: League of Gentlemen, Skyfall, The Comic Strip Presents, A Fish Called Wanda, Tin Tin, Sherlock, Penny Dreadful, Archer, Chocolat, IT, Good Omens, The Hobbit
Rating: Stories range from G to E
Fonts:
Title page: Aracne Regular. Aracne Regular Italic
Table of Contents: Imperator
Story Title fonts: Bahnschrift Condensed, Quantum, Cavolini, Crimson Text, Tintin, I AM SHERLOCKED, Calibri, Baveuse, Kunstler Script, Who asks Satan, Imperator, Hobbiton Brushhand
Chapter Headers: Imperator, Spectre 007, ImperatorBronze, Chiller
Body Text: Crimson Text
Rules: Answer 20 questions +5, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.
I was tagged by @saturniandragon
Name: Emily
Nickname: Em or Dembledee, but only close friends call me Em and only family calls me Dembledee
Zodiac: Cancer
Height: 5′3″
Languages: English and American Sign Language, and like, ten words of French
Nationality: American
Favourite Season: Spring
Favourite Flower: Daffodil or lilac
Favourite Scent: Hot, wet asphalt after a sudden rain, or my dad’s cologne
Favourite Colour: Blue and burgundy
Favourite Animal: Orca
Favourite Fictional Character: Right now it’s probably Amaya or Aaravos, both from The Dragon Prince
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea and hot chocolate!
Average Sleep: 7-9 hours.
Dog or Cat Person: Both!
Number of blankets: 2
Dream Trip: Either scuba diving in the Solomon Islands, or a stay at the Hobbiton set in New Zealand
Blog Established: 2019, I think
Followers: 98 as of 2/28/20
Random fact about me: The dog on my header is named Bentley!
My own 5 questions:
Weird talent: I can almost instantly recognize a movie without seeing it if I can hear the music
Favorite hair color: Red. If someone has natural red hair, I’m instantly attracted to them
Favorite dessert: Brownies
Current hyperfixation: Stardew Valley
A pet peeve: I can’t stand when someone stands in a doorway to talk to their friend. I’m probably plotting their downfall while outwardly murmuring, “’Scuse me”