luci-dreme

[luci-dreme]

2015? that wasnt even that long ago. it was only... [doing the math] ohhh. ohhh..... oh dear...

[luci-dreme]

Far too many things- so many places to start and so many places to go!

They stare at one of the butterflies in Lucile’s hair.

My- what fascinating creatures! Something looks off about them, not quite like your regular old moth. Not a bad thing of course, if I didn’t like the unordinary I wouldn’t be working where I do.

Do they mind being held? I’d like to get a closer look.

There is a glint in their eyes, a mix of an almost dangerous curiosity, of a fascination, and something that can’t quite be placed.

Statement of Lucile Philips, regarding moths. Statement taken July 6, 2025.

Hello. I… don’t know why I’m here. They said you would like me. Said you wanted to listen to me. I don’t know why you’d want that. I’m not very interesting. But they tell me I am. They’re very nice.

My first memories are when I was nine. My mother gave me my first moth. A Luna moth named Luanne. She’s here with me now. I’m twenty seven now. People always say moths don’t live that long. Say that I’m crazy. Say she’s a monster. I’m a monster. But she’s so kind. How can something be a monster if it’s so kind? She gets me out of my head. When I cry. She sits on my hand and tells me it’s alright. Just like she always did.

When I was ten, my mom got sick. She made me promise to take care of the moths. I would’ve promised even if it wasn’t her dying wish. I love them. We grew close after my mother died. Me and all of them. I think it was because of isolation. They only had me, and I only had them.

They got me to eat again. To talk again. To be a person again. They taught me how to look at myself and think I’m pretty. Well, Carlos helped with that too. The cashier at the store where I would buy their food. He always called me pretty. He called my moths pretty to. That’s how I knew he had good taste in what was pretty. He had to move away a while ago. We tried to keep in touch but he met a new girl. She was also very pretty. I didn’t blame him for loving her. I would’ve loved her too. Her eyes were the color of Saturn, one of my atlas moth. I would love to meet her someday.

Now it’s just me and my moths. They live on me. They make their chrysalises in my hair. They pretend to be charms on my necklace. They make me feel very pretty, and I make them feel safe. Sometimes on cold days the little ones like being in my mouth, but they can’t be in the wet for too long. They’re very sensitive, moths.

A lot of people call me insane. You wouldn’t call me insane, would you? I’m not insane. I just like my family. My moths. They’re kind. You’d understand if you met them. But no one ever meets them. They all try to take me away, say they can fix me. Then they touch me, and I get scared, and my moths get angry, and then they’re gone. They’re not monsters. They’re just protecting me, like my mom wanted them to do. And then the police start asking me questions, and then they tell me I’m crazy, and then they grab me to take me away, and my moths get mad again, and no one listens! They love me. They just want to protect me. But no one ever listens. And the they die. I don’t want anyone to die. I just want friends. I just want family. I just want my moths. They’re kind to me. No one else is kind to me.

They say I need to make more friends. Say I’m isolating again. Say it’s not good for me. This is good for me. You know about me now. Maybe you could be my friend. We could go out for coffee sometime? I don’t know when you’re reading this, but you have my information, don’t you? I put it on the paperwork, just like you asked! You could tell me about you, since you already know about me. I’m sure you’re very pretty. I’d love to see you. My moths would to. They’re very kind, I promise!

Please? Just to talk?

Click.

I’ve sent a reply to the statement Lucile sent in. The fact she’s willing to talk more is incredibly rare around here! There might be some danger involved in speaking with her again, but it’ll be worth it! And I can defend myself if shit hits the fan, and I can’t get the fuck out. I’m good at that. Plus-

They pause.

I’ve- well, I heard of bugs similar to this. They weren’t moths, but they were documented by an intriguing individual I interviewed Errin about- I’ll have to look back at those clips, especially if she agrees to speak with me again.

I’ve told her to meet me on June 22 at Vidrum Teahouse, a favorite of mine. 11:35 AM, sharp. Hopefully she shows. I’ll be bringing the tape recorder either way. Will update if anything changes.

The recorder stops.

[luci-dreme]

Luci was not dressed formally. In theory, their white turtle neck, vest, and maxi skirt could fit into the category of formal, but the patchwork and patterns of their skirt and the variety of trinkets and jewelry that adorned her shattered any ideas of typical workplace professional attire. The way they sat, far too casually for a public place they were meant to hold a work meeting in, did not help. They noticed the woman as soon as she walked in, but chose not to approach at first, instead observing her, something sharp lurking in their eyes as they tried to understand as much as they could before they spoke.

Hey! Are you Lucile Phillips? I believe I’m here to interview you, on the topic of your-

She motioned to the array of moths attached to the woman.

Don’t worry about your drink, they usually bring them over anyways. Come sit!

They fumble to grab something from their pocket, pulling out a tape recorder.

Is it alright if I record us? Much easier for me later on that way. I’d rather not try to recall everything we talk about from memory- I’ve never been good at that sort of thing.

They smile.

Statement of Lucile Philips, regarding moths. Statement taken July 6, 2025.

Hello. I… don’t know why I’m here. They said you would like me. Said you wanted to listen to me. I don’t know why you’d want that. I’m not very interesting. But they tell me I am. They’re very nice.

My first memories are when I was nine. My mother gave me my first moth. A Luna moth named Luanne. She’s here with me now. I’m twenty seven now. People always say moths don’t live that long. Say that I’m crazy. Say she’s a monster. I’m a monster. But she’s so kind. How can something be a monster if it’s so kind? She gets me out of my head. When I cry. She sits on my hand and tells me it’s alright. Just like she always did.

When I was ten, my mom got sick. She made me promise to take care of the moths. I would’ve promised even if it wasn’t her dying wish. I love them. We grew close after my mother died. Me and all of them. I think it was because of isolation. They only had me, and I only had them.

They got me to eat again. To talk again. To be a person again. They taught me how to look at myself and think I’m pretty. Well, Carlos helped with that too. The cashier at the store where I would buy their food. He always called me pretty. He called my moths pretty to. That’s how I knew he had good taste in what was pretty. He had to move away a while ago. We tried to keep in touch but he met a new girl. She was also very pretty. I didn’t blame him for loving her. I would’ve loved her too. Her eyes were the color of Saturn, one of my atlas moth. I would love to meet her someday.

Now it’s just me and my moths. They live on me. They make their chrysalises in my hair. They pretend to be charms on my necklace. They make me feel very pretty, and I make them feel safe. Sometimes on cold days the little ones like being in my mouth, but they can’t be in the wet for too long. They’re very sensitive, moths.

A lot of people call me insane. You wouldn’t call me insane, would you? I’m not insane. I just like my family. My moths. They’re kind. You’d understand if you met them. But no one ever meets them. They all try to take me away, say they can fix me. Then they touch me, and I get scared, and my moths get angry, and then they’re gone. They’re not monsters. They’re just protecting me, like my mom wanted them to do. And then the police start asking me questions, and then they tell me I’m crazy, and then they grab me to take me away, and my moths get mad again, and no one listens! They love me. They just want to protect me. But no one ever listens. And the they die. I don’t want anyone to die. I just want friends. I just want family. I just want my moths. They’re kind to me. No one else is kind to me.

They say I need to make more friends. Say I’m isolating again. Say it’s not good for me. This is good for me. You know about me now. Maybe you could be my friend. We could go out for coffee sometime? I don’t know when you’re reading this, but you have my information, don’t you? I put it on the paperwork, just like you asked! You could tell me about you, since you already know about me. I’m sure you’re very pretty. I’d love to see you. My moths would to. They’re very kind, I promise!

Please? Just to talk?

Click.

I’ve sent a reply to the statement Lucile sent in. The fact she’s willing to talk more is incredibly rare around here! There might be some danger involved in speaking with her again, but it’ll be worth it! And I can defend myself if shit hits the fan, and I can’t get the fuck out. I’m good at that. Plus-

They pause.

I’ve- well, I heard of bugs similar to this. They weren’t moths, but they were documented by an intriguing individual I interviewed Errin about- I’ll have to look back at those clips, especially if she agrees to speak with me again.

I’ve told her to meet me on June 22 at Vidrum Teahouse, a favorite of mine. 11:35 AM, sharp. Hopefully she shows. I’ll be bringing the tape recorder either way. Will update if anything changes.

The recorder stops.

[luci-dreme]

Click.

This is Luci Dreme, I’m uh- out in the car right now. Filling up the tank before we start the trek. M is finishing up packing the bag with all of our supplies in it. Errin is grabbing snacks.

We weren’t going to start recording before we actually got there but- well something feels off. The ticket feels wrong, though I’m not sure how. I think we really are onto something here, but that’s beside the point. I just want to have a recording from before, as a sample. I know how we all can get.

Not much else to report yet. Someone will record an update when we arrive. I won’t take up too much time.

The recorder lets out a click, and the recording ends.

Hello, soon-to-be friends! I must begin with an apology, as I am not offering up a statement. Especially not to your like. However! I am rather here to invite you to the upcoming performance at The Baron Skinner's Bazaar!

As much as we do not very openly discuss excursions, I am certain that you will find it quite an interesting performance that you do not wish to miss!

- Your favorite clown, ♠️

M! We have mail. It’s a circus ticket? With a note attached. Sounds like they want us to go take a gander at their show.

An invitation to the circus? I haven’t been to a show in a very long time. Maybe we should do a little “field research". Besides, even if we don’t find anything there, it would be fun! A break from work. What do you think Errin?

Yeah sure. Sounds like a good time, well ignoring the typical results of doing anything at this job. Love me a good circus.

I guess it’s settled then. Let’s hope Rower approves our little excursion.

[luci-dreme]

Well hello there! Im luci, one of the four archival assistants at the Usher Foundation Lincoln Branch, of the UFLB for short.

Our branch is run by my Head Archivist Ian Rower, but you probably won’t see that much of him on here. You WILL however, see my coworkers, Miguel (@miguel-slater), Errin Baylor (@errin-baylor), and [insert mod August’s sona lol] We’re all pretty close, since we were friends before we started working here.

We do most of the running of the @usher-foundation-lincoln-branch so if you’ve had any…‘funky’ experiences as of late, make a statement over there. Face your fear!

If you’d like to chat, or wanna know more about me, feel free to send in an ask. I’d love to hear from ya. Please?

Hey! I’m star, lovely to meet you! Or meet again I supposed, if you are coming from the UFLB blog. I use they/she/any, like luci.

Despite starting this blog, I haven’t listened to that much of the magnus archives, but I am a bit enamored with it. Please correct me if I get anything wrong! Unlike the main blog, I don’t have my fellow mods to correct me.

Onto some info about luci over here!

They are on the earlier side of their mid 20s, somewhere between 23-26ish.

I’ve got what they vaguely look like planned out. Their hair is shorter than in the picrew pfp lol

When it comes to the fifteen fears, I will be keeping a list of marked/avatar/sensitivity to down here. It does not reflect everything that is true, but what has been revealed on either this blog or the main one.

Avatar of: ????

Marked by: ????

NSFW stuff is allowed

I feel like I’m forgetting a lot of info, but that’s all for now I think! Will add more stuff as necessary. If you’ve got a question to clarify on anything, just send an ask specifying that it’s for me as the mod. Thanks for reading!