#about lily

𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 - Born and raised a kook, Lily lives a lavish life. The Blake family is very well known throughout the Outer Banks. Her father is a long time friend and business partner of Ward Cameron’s. Her mother is a traditional kook wife. She spends most of her days drinking wine and gossiping at the country club.

Lily’s parents tend to travel a lot, leaving her home alone to spend her days however she pleases. She doesn’t mind, she enjoys the freedom.

𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈 🤍 - like any girl, she loves to shop. she also loves traveling and looks forward to trips with her family to new places. She spends some time at the country club, golfing or playing tennis. Although she isn’t very good at either, she enjoys it nonetheless. Lily loves the beach, she’d spend all her time there if she could. she’s a self proclaimed coffee enthusiast. she loves finding little cafes in every place she goes, ordering a coffee and people watching. She loves art and museums, especially in the foreign countries she travels too. Learning new things excites her. Lily loves to take pictures of anything she finds aesthetic, her camera roll is her personal Pinterest board.

She’ll never say no to a party, she loves any excuse to get dressed up, take a few shots and dance with her friends.

But as much she loves a wild night in figure eight, she loves a quiet day to herself. Relaxing in bed, a warm bath, self care and a movie is an ideal Sunday for Lily.

𝐻𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 💔- Lily doesn’t like fake people or drama, she may be as kook as it gets in looks, lifestyle and wealth, she isn’t one to gossip. she doesn’t hold any hatred or resentment towards the Pogues. She’s never understood the feud between Kooks and Pogues, nor does she want to.

On anon or not, ask about my muse’s romantic life.

Answered in order:

Sadie- So, who were male celebrities popular with teenage girls back in the late 90s/early 2000s? All I remember are the boy bands that were big and I'd rather not, and that doesn't really feel like Sadie's type. She's more into athletic guys, so probably an athlete or at least an actor who was athletic. I'm not sure I can answer anyone specific.

Melanie- She likes a guy who has an ability to take charge. Someone who'll respect her, a decent sense of humor, who won't judge her too much for some of her mistakes.

Grier had her reasons for giving Brendan the love potion but after the undoes it she tells him the truth and he thinks that’s so fucking funny because “I was already in love with you?????”

Honey just loves to spoil Gabe she cooks and bakes so many different treats to help him find his favourite foods and keeps taking him on weekend trips to other kingdoms so he can experience Auradon and keeps dragging him to all of the official palace events that she organizes — at first Gabe thinks that she’s insane and then he wishes he could fall in love with her and then eventually just loves her as his best friend (do honey & gabe both fuck up the love potion plan and Honey ends up eating it and Gabe feels so guilty maybe so)

Tagged by: @maester-of-spreadsheets and @onetrueharem so I've really got to do this now, right?

Last song: let's go with current earworm - Keddakari from the Raavanan ost. Such a compelling beat. It's in a playlist I made with extremely danceable Indian songs and we've been listening to that a lot lately.

Currently watching: I watched a very ancient Murder on the Orient Express last night - from 1974. I was so tired I fell asleep during the denouement. Still better than Kenneth Branagh. Fight me.

Currently consuming: Breakfast was challah bread with butter and banana jam and Indian instant coffee that was actually mostly cocoa. Banana jam = love. I'm trying to eat my way to feeling better.

Three ships: I am currently obsessed with The Locked Tomb, so Gideon/Harrowh of course. And everything involving Pyrrha. And Lucy/Lockwood from Lockwood & Co. Jay just finished the books, so I'm thinking about them again. I am really a very predictable shipper.

Favorite color: Got to be blues and greens, since that's what most of my pottery is. I know that's a wide range but I'm bad at picking favs

First ship: I don't know. Probably some Malayalam movie? Or Enid Blyton, lol. I have always shipped. It's the primary thing I get out of media.

Relationship status: Married. Just got to 10 years, which makes me feel old. In a good way. Mostly.

Last movie: See above

Currently working on: Applying to engineering jobs, which is soul killing. Also, hedgehogs.

It’s a beautiful house—it’s looked different to every lost and weary soul that’s stumbled upon it. A car run out of gas, a road trip hopelessly turned around, a night spent on the street with nowhere else to go… open your weary eyes and it’s there.

The house is warm, and it adjusts its décor to the occupant’s taste. You have a bed to sleep in. You have running water to brush your teeth and shower. You have a working fridge full of your favorite foods. There are blooming rose bushes flanking every door and window, the scent strong enough to seep through the walls.

(There are voices in the kitchen as you pad down the stairs that vanish when you get too close. A little girl’s laughter and running footsteps in the halls. A bird, too, though you can never find the source of its chirps. There are doors that are closed, even to you. As your recovery progresses, you start to think maybe there was a family that lived here, before you. What happened to them?)

Eventually, as is its wont, time heals all wounds. Eventually you rest and you are recovered enough to return to the outside world. But the front door is locked. The windows no longer look to the outside—instead they are covered up, the glass choked by green and scratched from long black thorns. You try to find the back exit, or the side door, but the halls stretch on too long. The doors jam and the turns get you lost. You go back to the kitchen and find the beautiful dining table rotted and collapsed, the floors thick with dust, the warm atmosphere now cold and silent. Still, it doesn’t stop you from finding something heavy so you can break down the attic door.

It takes you hours—days—years to find the attic door. Every room you’ve broken into has been full of furniture draped in sheets, of dust, of decay. You found a child’s bedroom, a lone worn teddy abandoned on the floor, and as you ran out you heard the family mother singing a lullaby.

When you do find the attic door, stumbling up to the window, you find the roses have grown over this exit, too, and the blooms are dead but the thorns are black and everywhere. Still—you’d found an axe, somewhere. This house was never wont to deny her guests what they needed.

The thorns shred your skin, but you cut a path. And as you start to climb out, you glance behind you—and a woman stands there, dark eyes alight with something malevolent. Her face twists. She opens her mouth and no words come out but you hear it, nonetheless:

Don’t leave me—you can’t leave me—I WON’T LET YOU—