lutulalu

[lutulalu]

Lutulalu drank from a soda can that had a picture of a holographic space whale on the side of it. She just gave Ford a look. "Uh-huh. Pretty sure your species isn't supposed to have bags that dark under your eyes. They look like if the void gave up on the infinite."

She took another sip from the soda can, then a much longer glug when the man suddenly pointed a space laser gun at her. Her entire expression read as "Seriously?" and "I'm not impressed."

"You get that thing on Spacebay or something? Whatever. Never said I was an illusion, my guy."

She gestured off to the corners of Ford's visions. "Those things are definitely sleep-deprived hallucinations, though."

She finished off her soda, crushed it, then ate the can. Her face-tentacles made slurping noises. She hopped into the bathtub. "Name's Lutulalu. Door was unlocked, and I took a wrong turn at the Albuquerque Dimension. It happens."

"Whatever you saw, you probably just took it out of context," says the strange, short, purple Cthuhlu-like creature leaning on a dingy bathtub outfitted with rockets, a rubber duck steering wheel, and has the Horsehead Nebula painted on the side. - From the blog, Lutulalu

@lutulalu

"Yeah, I guess you're right. My lack of adequate sleep must be getting to me."

Ford held his head, closed his eyes, and sighed. He couldn't sleep. Not when HE could possess him at any moment therein. And now he was seeing purple, tentacle-faced people in bathtubs?

His eyes shot open.

"Wait a minute. You're not an illusion! You're real! How did you even get in here? And who are you?" He takes a futuristic space laser gun out of its holster and points it at the thing — just in case. "I won't be asking twice! Now speak!"

[lutulalu]

"Sweet. Been a while since I got wasted." Lutulalu poured some time punch in a... wine glass? She raised an eyebrow. "Fancy. Guess I should've dressed up."

She definitely looked like the type of eldritch entity who worked who owned a junkyard. She knocked the time punch back in a definitely-not-classy fashion, then shook her head. "Woo!"

She poured another glass, pausing only slightly consideringly at time cops, then shrugged her shoulders and knocked that back, too.

"Got my whole yard with me, my dude. Never leave anywhere without it." She reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a hand-sized, rotating asteroid covered in all sorts of metals, concretes, objects, environments, and various other bits and bobs. She plucked what looked to be a cluster of post-apocalyptic planets smashed together in the shape of a screaming face with three eyes.

"I call this one "I Hate The Unknowable Entity That Spawned Me From the Depths of Their Wriggling Masses."

Her face-tentacles scrunched up somewhat at the mention of flesh, but she brushed it off. "Soul-editing, huh? Not my thing, but hey, wherever your passion drives you."

A short, purple Cthuhlu-like creature rolls up in a dingy bathtub outfitted with rockets and a rubber duck steering wheel and the Horsehead nebula painted on the side. She stepped out. "Heard there was a rocking party or whatever. I brought cake."

The cake is screaming. - Lutulalu

YOU KNOW, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THE JOINT WAS LACKING UP TO NOW, NO JOKE! SCREAMING CAKE! YOU'RE MY KINDA PEOPLE. GET ON IN HERE, WE'RE STILL ROLLING! [HE ACCEPTS THE CAKE, CARRIES IT TO THE CENTIPEDE TABLE, THEN PEELS OFF AGAIN WITH A FLOAT TOWARD THE BATHTUB BOAT THING TO CHECK OUT THAT SWEET SIDE PANEL!] NICE JOB ON THE DECORATION, YOU DO IT YOURSELF?

[lutulalu]

How much for the junk watch?

"My dude, that's a broken time machine. Take it. I don't care."

[lutulalu]

"Oh, cool! Furniture snack!" She broke off one of the centipede table legs and munched on it with her face-tentacles.

She leaned on the edge of the bathtub ship, still munching. "Yeah. Art is kinda my thing. But if you want to see something REALLY cool, I make sculptures out of broken reality junk. Oh hey, is that time punch? I thought that stuff was multiversally outlawed. Nice."

A short, purple Cthuhlu-like creature rolls up in a dingy bathtub outfitted with rockets and a rubber duck steering wheel and the Horsehead nebula painted on the side. She stepped out. "Heard there was a rocking party or whatever. I brought cake."

The cake is screaming. - Lutulalu

YOU KNOW, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THE JOINT WAS LACKING UP TO NOW, NO JOKE! SCREAMING CAKE! YOU'RE MY KINDA PEOPLE. GET ON IN HERE, WE'RE STILL ROLLING! [HE ACCEPTS THE CAKE, CARRIES IT TO THE CENTIPEDE TABLE, THEN PEELS OFF AGAIN WITH A FLOAT TOWARD THE BATHTUB BOAT THING TO CHECK OUT THAT SWEET SIDE PANEL!] NICE JOB ON THE DECORATION, YOU DO IT YOURSELF?

[lutulalu]

What's your opinion on Cthuhlu?

"That senile, old geezer? Who cares?"

[lutulalu]

Have you ever committed crimes?

"I don't commit to anything."

[lutulalu]

Mun is 36 years old. Rules? Don't be a jerk (OOC), don't cause drama (OOC), try to use good grammar and spelling, IC does not equal OOC (Lutulalu can be sassy), 18+ only. Shipping may occur if there's chemistry. This is a sideblog for saltysciencesixer. Follows back from saltysciencesixer. About the Muse under the cut!

Name: Lutulalu (No Relation to Cthuhlu) Species: Eldritch Squid Creature? ????? ????????????????????????????! Age: Twenty-one Billion Years Gender: A Multitude but Uses She/Her Pronouns for Convenience Height: Variable (can be microscopic or star-sized, but is typically 5'0) Occupation: Junkyard Owner, Junk Artist, and Amateur Inventor Positive Character Traits: Creative, Laidback, Fun-Loving Negative Character Traits: Sassy, Commitment Issues/Flaky, Cynical Likes: Junk, Parties, Relaxation, Cruising Through Space in Her Bathtub-Ship (you heard that right), Fish, Ancient Chanting - Benign and Evil, Cake, Baking (In More Ways than One), Screaming Dislikes: Blood and Gore (it ruins her aesthetic), Being Called "Lulu" (but will accept Lu), Clinginess, Art Critics, Lawyers, Small Dogs Bio: Lutulalu is a young eldritch entity from beyond the stars who was kicked out of the eldritch club (by her own asexual parent, no less) for not breaking reality enough. In fact, usually, she's picking up the pieces of broken or dead realities and making art out of them. She typically has a pocket, portable junkyard asteroid as well as a mini-island stuffed in her jacket pockets and cruises around the multiverse in her hand-made Bathtub-Ship titled the S.S. Rubbadubdub which is powered by squeaking a rubber ducky repeatedly. She's mostly out for a good time and trying to get her junk-art pieces into art galleries and rich people's homes.