bluegenes

I am also sort of what happens when you cross a river otter with a dragon: a tiny, sneaky, messy, compulsive collector with a rock in its pocket, a lot of odd fascinations, and a brain full of relatively useless and mostly unorganized information. Is it creepy, crawly, gross, pestilent, dead, or just plain weird? I probably like it. Need to know how to make a cake that looks like a violin or how to build a guillotine? I've done both. I have a degree in English with a minor in literature, possess a ridiculous collection of horror paraphernalia, and keep at least 50 types of tea in my cupboard at any given time. I used to bake for a living, occasionally work backstage security at concerts, and do a lot of crafty things that sometimes make a little money. Exploring is one of my favorite favorite pastimes and I often have to be reminded that I can't just climb everything or wander off on my own without warning anyone. I am also a chronically ill, ace, nonbinary trans, witch dude (say that three times fast) and I am very easily distracted.

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