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6 yrs ago
Current pbs.twimg.com/media/C1rq-zR… --- M o o d
7 yrs ago
"lol pls I can finish an entire thesis revision in the course of 9 hours. no problem" - a now crying and hopeless idiot who is also me.
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7 yrs ago
I've had an adorable little kid mistakenly run towards me at the store, called me mommy and woke my inner maternal instincts without warning
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7 yrs ago
so sleep deprived, even my eye bags have bags.
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8 yrs ago
actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead."
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Bio

I'm awful at doing Bios.

Sorry for the rudeness, I'm now taking the time to write this thing. So, yeah just your 20 something college student slash soon to be corporate slave and resident roleplayer here. I consider myself a casual to advance writer, or so I would like to think. I will join anything ranging from slice of life, sci fi, fantasy, apocalyptic or anything that involves superpowers. I balance life, video games and comic books and I balance it well.


My dream squad.




RP Involvements:
Soulless Regency-#YOLOTH-Formerly
Edenridge - Formerly
Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live - Inactive
Redwood Apartments - Inactive
Upper lake Institute - Formerly

Most Recent Posts

Finally managed to post something up. (●^o^●)
Gerard Connolly





Location: Wyndham Estate Stables



Gerard went over to his room adjacent the stables where he would spend some of his nights there. He had gotten used to being alone all the time that he would rather prefer the company of his horses than sharing room with the servants. The smell didn't bother him much as it did with the presence of people who are mostly strangers to him. He placed his coat back on the rack and rolled up his sleeves, as he gone over the stables to attend to the horses.

He does so routinely, from fetching buckets of fresh water to drink, to cleaning their respective pens. He also made sure not to forget to prepare the carriage for Almack's this evening being the personal coach driver for the family. Part of his job would sometimes let him act as a sort of escort and protector whenever they leave for town, which he does so with great diligence. At all times he never leaves without his trusty blade by his side, the old butter knife had saved him countless of times since he first earned it during the last year of his training in Ireland, and as much as the number of lives felled by it's steel.

As he finished attending to the last of the horses, Milli's words rang to him once again, albeit melancholic yet full of sincerity. He couldn't help but smile, his thoughts wandered, then came realizations, which turned his tender smile into gloom. He wonders if Milli will still think the same if she ever knew the truth about him. The truth which he so desperately keeps away from her knowing, in fear of losing her trust and most of all, her friendship that had meant so much to him already. "If only she knew."

Shortly reminiscing his previous life has sent him shivers, the rush of adrenaline when he struck blade to flesh, his foes screaming in agony as the the smell of gunpowder and blood mixed together with the pacific breeze, a life so exhilarating that still became the source of his nightmares to this day, a part of him struggles to leave it all behind completely. How could he as it was the only life he knew back then, guilt never got to him until in the very end, where everything had finally came with a price.

As his eyes wandered up to Milli's draped chamber window, he thought whatever will become matters little if she ever knew about it. After all there is enough to prove that he was a monster who deserved to be hated. Though the only thing that matters now to Gerard is for her to be happy. If it means getting away from her stepmother and marrying a fine young gentleman of her liking, he only wishes it would be someone better, someone who will cherish her or bring her flowers everyday, more than he ever could. Milli deserves that much.

@Lady Amalthea Permission for an extension? :> At least til Sunday. Been travelling with family so OL time is pretty limited.
Forum will now be dedicated to Cat/kitten/felinekins or whatever you call them.
Because I'm an easily triggered green lady who has constant urges to lodge my heels on some dude's eyes casually hovering on my balcony.
Robots for teachers? This shits the future.
@Lady Amalthea I know he's so adorable I just wanna...

Gerard Connolly





Location: Wyndham Estate Stables



“Ah, that is quite unlikely.” Gerard smiles at Milli's comment of her being amiss whilst around him, the man intended it as an honest notion rather than mere flattery. With the times they spend together reading, Milli showed great confidence in her stature and not once did her words stumble in front of him and if she ever did, the Irishman never noticed. He doesn’t understand why she’d let her mother govern over her own decisions, where clearly Milli is a strong young woman who’s more than capable of looking after her own. It may not be much coming from him but Gerard thinks highly of Milli's admirable qualities, that Mrs Wyndham, or even Milli herself may not even realise. Such casual thoughts wavered as he watched Artemus affectionately responds to his mistress’s gentle petting.

Gerard knew it wasn't enough to repay the kindness Milli had showed him since he started working for her father, by making her day and giving her simple gifts was the very least he could do. He caught the sorrow in her voice as she spoke of dreams, then he remembered his own that haunted him as well. The Irishman asked concernedly, “Do you wish to talk about it?...” and was shortly cut off by Mrs Wyndham’s screeching call for her step daughter’s name.

Gerard remained quiet at the whole exchange, at this rate it was wise to just let Mrs. Wyndham prattle on as she would not take kindly to opinions of a title-less such as him, though admittedly he was not so much fond of the woman’s attitude to begin with. He's sometimes concerned of Milli having to endure his step mother's scathing words and just wonders how much of it affects her.

The accusation of Mrs Wyndham made him slightly nervous, true enough he would not dare make advances, as such a thing for a lower class man is frowned upon. Even if he could, or want to, how can a fine lady such as Miss Millie notice a mucky ol’ buck of his status. He’s not like those handsome, wealthy, well mannered gentlemen that Mrs. Wyndham keeps favoring for her daughters. Nor would he imagine himself in some fancy dress suit and dapper hat, the thought of it seemed ludicrous to Gerard. Then again his old pals always said he gives himself so little credit.

Gerard smiled at her softly, “You need not apologize, Miss Milli.” He said, “ I’ ‘ave heard worst from my old shipmates back in the day. ” in his attempt to once again lighten the air. “And tis the least I can do for such genuine kindness," Gerard watched her as she excused herself and left, and just shortly he went back again to his duties.
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