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“The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black...

No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . .The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.

And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation... No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . . ” —― Aimee Mann

Lulu

Splat:	Changeling
Date of Birth:	Sometime in the 90's, Early August
Occupation:	Laundry Mat Attendant/ Shiftless Layabout/ Second Hand Store Clerk
Vice/Virtue:	Sloth/Hope
Kiths:	Windwing/Moonborn
Apparent Age:	19-20
Height:	5'1"

Lullaby

Lullabies

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Jc0ib5Rh5s%7CNick Cave & The Bad Seeds - There she Goes, My beautiful World

The wintergreen, the juniper

The cornflower and the chicory

All the words you said to me

Still vibrating in the air

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

There she goes, my beautiful world

...

I will kneel at your feet

I will lie at your door

I will rock you to sleep

I will roll on the floor

And I'll ask for nothing

Nothing in this life

I'll ask for nothing

Give me ever-lasting life

I just want to move

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAxmIoWUVNI I just Dropped in - kenny Rogers & The First Addition

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in

I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in

I got up so tight I couldn't unwind

I saw so much I broke my mind

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ldh04Olynrw Mr. Bungle - Sweet Charity

You drink your poison from a cup of gold

Your gift keeps on giving and giving

Perfect photographs

Of Everest days

And postcard nights

Tearing through the paper walls of time

With sunset eyes

Telethons, Grand Canyon hearts

You numb your mind

With gloves of white and turpentine

Even the bombs and scarecrows will sing!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-i0tS-REco Larry and his Flask - Ebb and Flow

The shackles that hold us down

Aren't really there there staked to the ground

Shake them off, and watch them disappear

We'll listen to this elegy and feel not sad

It's a new beginning

A new beginning

The ebb and flow

The smaller things

The flight of the crow

Is life and death still all that we know

We all come and we all fade away

Nightmares and dreams

The call of the fray

This night will soon be turned to day.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSVTdAtNYE Talking Heads - And She Was

And she was lying in the grass

And she could hear the highway breathing

And she could see a nearby factory

She's making sure she is not dreaming

See the lights of a neighbor's house

Now she's starting to rise

Take a minute to concentrate

And she opens up her eyes

The world was moving she was right there with it and she was

The world was moving she was floating above it and she was

And she was

Who She Knows

Forgetful Lulu leaves herself messages on her cell phone to remind herself of who she's met and her feelings on them! Hopefully she enver looses that phone.

Changeling

Rorschach - Sign language Classes for Rorschach. You met him in the graveyard. He was playing music. It's always the quiet ones.

Kat - Kat is a Watcher Cat, and probably wont eat us. Probably

Six - Six has many eyes and is the new Model. The Best Model. Knows the secret handshake.

Jonah - Big Guy. Needs Socks! A favor for a favor. Doesn't like my hair but that's why it's mine and not his. Does not look like someone who'd complain.

Kyle - Kyle-Cat, Smile-Cat drives the Ubers and knows he's a cat. Probably not his fault he's a cat

Ridley - Chalk feathers and dust storms. Reconciled Warrior. Wanderer. Shocking sense of humour.

Sid - The Naked Cowboy. Colors and noises. Wagging the Satyr.*We* are the music makers... and *we* are the dreamers of dreams.

Gisa - Mothball soup. A lantern in the window. Not quite the moon but shines just as brightly. In good deeds, Deal with us in charity, And save us

Lucky - The quieter side of Sid's coin. The fool but not foolish. Once more into the breach.

Count - Bad cat. Bad roots. Bad boy. Bad makeup. Also Boss.. Calls me Moonbeam. I wonder if he knows..Not all bad. Damned Winters

Cian - Sticky Shadows, the places where all the lost things go. The first place to look last. Dusting for Fingerprints

Teagan -

Etsy -

Vorpal - The real darkness isn't self-aware.

Mortal

Franky - Not near as Lost as everyone thinks.
Amanda - We are our own Keepers until we are not anymore. Be fluid. Know nothing. And above all do not wish for things You have no knowledge of.

Other

Moth Dust

Quotes

"There's a moth, more than one in fact, that lives only on tears," he offered. "That's all they eat or drink."
"What kind of tears? Whose tears?"
"The tears of large land mammals, about our size.
The old definition of moth was, 'anything that gradually, silently eats, consumes, or wages any other thing.'
It was a verb for destruction too. . . .”
—Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

I mean, I-I have absolutely no idea what we're doing here.
Or what I'm doing here,
or what this place is about, but I am determined to enjoy myself.
And I'm very intrigued, and, oh my, this soup's delicious, isn't it?
— Ms. peacock, Clue

There is a side of the Moon which we never see, but that hidden half is as potent a factor in causing the ebb and flow of the Earth's tide as the part of the Moon which is visible.
— Max Heindel

"I believe that if we are honest with ourselves, that the most fascinating problem in the world is 'Who am I?' What do you mean? What do you feel when you say the word 'I, myself'? I don’t think there can be anymore fascinating preoccupation than that because it is so mysterious. It is so elusive. Because what you are in your inmost being escapes your examination in rather the same way you cant look into your own eyes without a mirror, you can’t bite your own teeth, you can’t taste your own tongue and you can’t touch the end of one finger with the same finger. That is why there is always an element of profound mystery in the problem of who we are."
—Alan Watts

“It was the moths that first revealed the change. Grey-tipped whispers in the moonlit night. Two or three here, a single one there. White ones slipping through the darkness, silent and seemingly harmless, but present. Growing in numbers until they erupted the quiet like flutters of falling ash. There was a music in their silence. The kind of music that attached itself to hums and vibrations in the waters of the earth.
— Debi Cimo, Delicate The alchemy of Emily Greyson

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
— Hal Borland

Maggie shrugged. "They navigate by the light of the moon. They fling themselves into flames and electric lights because they think they're headed toward the moon's light."
"I guess they die in ecstasy then," Liam said.”
—Jodi Lynn Anderson

Don't even try to talk to me when I'm watching the moon. That's my moon, baby.
— Wendelin Van Draanen

“Moths lay their eggs where civilizations have been destroyed.”
— Marty Rubin

“Life is a series of moments and moments are always changing, just like thoughts, negative and positive. And though it may be human nature to dwell, like many natural things it's senseless, senseless to allow a single thought to inhabit a mind because thoughts are like guests or fair-weather friends. As soon as they arrive, they can leave, and even the ones that take a long time to emerge fully can disappear in an instant. Moments are precious; sometimes they linger and other times they're fleeting, and yet so much could be done in them; you could change a mind, you could save a life and you could even fall in love.”
— Cecelia Ahern

"How do you know?" Her smile is sweet, curls at the ends impishly. "Have you been to the moon. How do you know what lies in the hedge upon her beautiful face. Do you think they were smart enough to send a Lost up to find out?" She tilts her head lashes fluttering, "For ages there have been myths of the Moon Goddess and the Man in the Moon. Perhaps they live in a silvery kingdom where no one ever gets lost and lovely moths dance the night away." - Lulu

Odds and Ends

Lulu/Trifles

Lunette Bianca Petit

Lamp Light
Changeling Dawn Court Dreamer!? She is too! Sometimes the Moon shares her visions. She tends to leave a trail of moth dust. Everyone! Works at a Laundromat. Works at a second hand shop. Has been known to have Sticky Fingers. Known for being flakey. Loves to Dance
Notable Notes
Skills/Merits Occult (Visions) Athletics Stealth(Motionless) Animal Ken (Moths) Empathy (Oneriomancy/Body Language) Streetwise Subterfuge Dual-kith (Moonborn) Visionary Dreams Forgetful Flaw Striking Looks (Whimsical) Unobtrusive Resources Wyrd Mantle: Dawn Biological Oddity - Light Frame Contracts Spellbound Autumn Fang&Talon: Insects Omen Elements Air Elements Light Hearth Seperation Wind Lost & Found Helpful Lulu Notes
Full moon, No moon
Mask She's short. Not 'very' short, but short enough to be looking up at people most times. It gives her moon-eyed expression a certain distant quality. Lulu is a feminine creature; slim with lithe curves and a bountiful behind. Her clothing is often generous, layered peasant skirts, and crop tops, holey jeans, and oversized t-shirts. She is second-hand chic at it's best though it is very rare to see her in anything but faded cool tones. Her face is odd, striking and impish. Her eyes almost too wide are deep and blue and almost seem to reflect no light. Her lips are petite and pursed, just a little cooked giving her an often mischevious expression even when she's not doing anything. Her hair is thick and lush, pale ash blonde though it holds a slightly greenish tone. Perhaps a long faded dye job. Mien She's short. Not 'very' short, but short enough to be looking up at people most times. It gives her moon-eyed expression a certain distant quality. Lulu is a feminine creature; slim with lithe curves and a bountiful behind. Her clothing is often generous, layered peasant skirts, and crop tops, holey jeans, and oversized t-shirts. She is second-hand chic at it's best though it is very rare to see her in anything but muted cool tones. The clothing doesn't hide very well the seafoam color of her skin, nor the pale downy fluff across her shoulders and collarbones that disappear under her clothing. Or the way her eyebrows have begun to feather softly as well and two very stubborn white locks if hair hangs in her face most times. Her face is odd, striking and impish. Her eyes are too wide, abyssal deep and dark and almost seem to reflect no light; it extends out to her sclera. Her lips are petite and pursed, just a little crooked giving her an often mischevious expression even when she's not doing anything. Her hair is thick and lush, pale shades of white and layered shades of green, with intricate patterns that end near the places her hair curl with eye spots of vibrant color; wing patterns.
Lullaby
Lulu/Soundtrack