seventeen people, seventeen questions.
Thanks to @secretkeeper007 for tagging me (like two weeks ago now whoops lmao)
Nickname: Lulu, but only a few people use it
Sign: Cancer. I don't know my whole chart off the top of my head but I'm pretty sure I'm double cancer somewhere in there
Height: 5' 5"
Last thing i googled: Jean Cocteau's La Belle et la Bete costume references
Song stuck in my head: Here Be Monsters by Ed Harcourt
# of followers: 121, at lest 90 of which are mutuals who migrated with me from sailurmars (love you guys!!)
Amount of sleep: Around 8 hours, but usually between 3-11 a.m.
Lucky number: 73
Dream job: Full-time student. I want to just keep studying new subjects forever. If higher education didn't cost money I probably wouldn't have left.
Wearing: Ninja Turtle sweatpants, big black knit sweater with a big red pentagram
Movies/books that summarize you: Hellboy (2004), The Wicker Man (1973), Dolls (1987), Gothic (1986), Howl's Moving Castle (book)
Favorite song: as of now it's either, Syke! Life Is Awesome! by Bomb The Music Industry! or Banks by Lincoln. Ask again tomorrow for a new answer!
Aesthetic: Kinda like if Peter Capaldi's character in The Lair of the White Worm was dressed by Klaus Hargreeves
Favorite authors: I've been avoiding long series, so usually when I read a book, that's the only one by that author. The only authors whose bodies of work I've explored very thoroughly are Stephen King and R.L. Stein (and Dean Koontz, but just because I've read a lot of his stuff doesn't mean I like it lmao). I'll list C.K. Walker here too, why not, idk how much they've actually published, but their short stories are solid
Favorite animal noise: Crow and raven calls, but especially when they mimic other sounds like human speech or fire alarms. Gremlins, the lot of them.
gonna tag @aceofvase @isabellthebitchyghost @spooksohana @theonyxranger and @naturallyoccurringminotaur <3 <3 <3
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[ Maze ] - Unfortunately, it would seem that when the remodeling took place, some hedges were haphazardly strewn about every which way… With you in the middle!
It wasn't out of the ordinary for Poe to find herself somewhere she did not recognize.
With how accustomed to travel she was, it was often she found herself in new places, but rare she found herself lost in them. She considered herself to possess a good sense of direction, a fair amount of tenacity... and magic to boot, for the situations where the former two traits could not help her.
And yet, in spite of this, here she was amidst the hedges. With the change of terrain, she'd found herself amongst them, and as she'd tried to navigate, she'd found herself none the wiser as to the exit. Even her warp magic had only brought her to elsewhere within its confines. As the woman once again opens a rift through a hedge, she finally spots a figure. Giving him a once-over, she can't help but wonder how much help he might even be, but, well...
Surely, it's worth giving him the benefit of the doubt, no? "You wouldn't mind showing a lost soul the way out of this maze, would you?" Poe asks, done-up hair bobbing slightly as she tilts her head inquisitively, eyes boring into his. "Surely you possess the good will and wit!"
Whether or not she is being sarcastic is known only to her.
Linus hadn't signed up for a Saints damned maze! He thought he'd found a good spot to, uh, water the garden, as it were -- listen, he'd been drinking a lot through the night, it was only matter of time before he had to give some of it back -- and that's when those hedges popped up and cut him off from everything else.
Wandering around for a while, it was clear he wasn't getting any closer to the rest of the party. Which was infuriating, because he could hear it continuing on no matter which dead end he turned down! Fucking annoying! He wanted to get back to the fun! The music! The booze!
Growling in frustration, Linus kept trudging through the greenery. Turning left. Left. Right. Left, right, l...left?
"Fuckin'-- Whose fuckin' idea was this?!" Linus eventually blurts out, anger spiking at the umpteenth dead end he'd run into. Shouting and swearing up at the sky didn't earn him anything but the low rumble of Lightning.
Like it was laughing at his barking. Probably was.
Linus was just about to start ripping into the hedges when another voice spoke up before his rant could really get off the ground. Long, pink hair is what he takes in first, the next is her tone. "Ya might wanna watch your mouth when ya don't know who you're sassin' off to," he blustered, taking her tone as patronizing.
Most people didn't approach him with the genuine thought that he was witty.
Glaring at her for a moment, and then back up at the sky, his irritation shifted into a smug smirk. "But, sure. 'M tryin' to get outta here, too, so I figure two's better than one, ya know?"
The phrase was usually two head's are better than one, right? Ah well, he didn't need her head for what he had planned.
With a wolfish grin on his face, Linus grabbed the younger girl's hand -- her mark of Water reacting rather bombastically to his Lightning, a frothing blue flower blooming on his vine while a sparking pale purple popped up on hers. "I sure hope ya can run well in those shoes," he said, the only warning poor Poe had before he charged towards the nearest hedge -- barreling the both of them through the wall of greenery with a howling laughter.
"Who needs to find the exit when ya can make the exit?!"
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