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((I still have three more asks left, but I'm taking a break from writing. :'>))

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My mom... I don't think she was around as much. And she was quieter when she was.

With her, I mostly remember the day we were attacked. She fought for us. She might have lived if she hadn't. I think I was angry with her for it for the longest time.

My dad was killed first, before any of us could have done anything about it. And Neil was still so small that once the dogs noticed him, it was already over. She didn't have any reason to think I was still alive after I was torn away from Neil.

She didn't have to stay.

The last time I saw her, most of her face had been torn off. That's been how I've always remembered her, even having pictures of her from before.

Anyway. Ah, after that, I went to live with my dad's aunt, Rose. It was... a time. I've talked about her a fair bit on here already. But...

Rose was strict and controlling, and got worse over the time I lived with her.

When I was released into her care, she was advised on the possibility that I had suffered brain damage as a result of the attack and the added difficulties I could have growing up because of it. And that became the basis of a lot of her... feelings towards me. That I was broken or defective, or that anything I did that was sub-par or she just didn't like was because I really was, medically, incompetent.

She would put my parents on pedestal and tell me how ashamed they'd be of me and that I was all that was left of their legacy, and then turn around and complain about how badly they'd spoiled me for not disciplining me the way she did.

It was always something. I was stupid and, of course, she couldn't expect anything better from me. I was lazy and ungrateful, and didn't appreciate how much she was putting herself out for such damaged goods. Nobody else would ever put up with me the way she did. All I had going for me was an obligation to my family to 'raise me right.'

I bought it all for far longer than I should have, haha...! I only got out about seven and a half years ago? A few month before the bees and the secret societies and the everything else started.

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⏳Backstory Time

I don't remember much about my parents, and Neil was under a year old when he was killed, so I suppose I never got the chance to make too many memories with him. How they died is a lot clearer than most of what I can recall from when they were alive, haha...

I have a few memories of my dad, from before. Just. Silly little things. He let me 'help' him in his office when he was working fairly often. Mostly by handing me a stack of scrap paper and letting me scribble on them. Sometimes I took notes for him when he had phone calls - nothing legible, of course, but he'd always look them over so seriously, like they were actually useful for anything.

I think I remember him fishing me out of a pond on our property at least once too? It wasn't deep, but I think I was chasing frogs and not listening at all to him telling me to get out of the water.

And I was so excited about Neil coming home. I had this little child-sized blackboard and I was going to teach him everything. I think I tried before everything happened. I think I remember him watching me try to explain something with very scientific diagrams and notes and thinking he definitely got it, haha!

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Well! I'm not actually sure how much of any of these people don't already know, haha...

I guess, getting one of the big ones out of the way: My family and I were attacked by dogs when I was young. My father and brother were killed in the attack, and my mother died of her injuries not long after help arrived. I got lucky.

So if you've ever wondered why I look like I was chewed up by a wild animal - I was! I think a lot of the people I've worked with in the past have assumed I was torn up as part of the job, but most of my scarring is actually from back then.

I was always told, growing up, that it was just a freak incident with some feral dogs living near the park where we were attacked, but some things have come more recently that suggest a more supernatural element could have been involved. I've been looking into it here and there, but... I don't know what exactly I'm hoping to find.

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hecate

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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In the 1830s, such books were very popular, as they showed the reader amazing 3D projections.

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HEYYYY~ SUP

Hello! I saw you talking to Siege the other day. Welcome to tumblr!

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((Final results: We're rolling a new Trickster Dragon character!

I will look at getting the stream set up for Thursday, maybe?))

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really good thing about eartha kitt I wanna be evil is how easy it is to invent new verses. I wanna be evil. I wanna throw cats. I wanna be evil. I wanna wear hats

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((Crowley kept copies of Lorraine's notes (Tags are :The Seven Silences and :Samhain 2022). Just in case she ever needs a way out.

It isn't a perfect solution - the bees themselves are as hard to permanently destroy as their hosts, and if given the chance to reassemble themselves, they'll immediately track their host down and drag them back too. (Crowley's sorry for inflicting Lorraine with that one, but it was kind of a first for everyone.)

Crowley's promised a few people that she'll explore every other option first, but it's important to her to know where the exit is should things ever hit a point she can't live with. If she's going to lose, she wants it to be on her terms.))

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((“Impossible, they said. Improbable? That one touched by Gaia could give back her gift. That one imbued with anima, could end their meat sentence prematurely. How to do it? How to cut out the bee inside? It took her decades, with little hope to support her. Can you imagine wanting something that badly, sweetling?”))

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forced immortality is a fun trope. unappreciated. someone/something wants you to remain so it makes you. it will not let you die

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my favorite local sawfly, Megalodontes capitalatus, is a friendly cylinder with a tiny range and large chompers that it uses for mysterious purposes. it's not only their rarity that makes these guys satisfying to photograph, because once they pick a flower to sleep on there is nothing that will get them out of there

(April 14th, 2025)

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I like the expression new-fangled. I don't know what it means for something to be fangled, but I sure as hell know it was recent

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Corynis obscura is a tiny sawfly that i've exclusively found sleeping on small geraniums like this one for whatever reason. independently of whether geraniums are their host plant or just have really comfortable flowers, i'm not sure when these things are supposed to be active if i find them knocked out at 3pm

(April 11th, 2025)