My name is Martha Griffiths, and I am the personal lady's maid of Duchess Rosalind (of whom I am secretly in love with) at Lakeview Manor.
About me
Pronouns: She/her (AFAB)
Sexual/Romantic orientation: Lesbian (specifically a bambi lesbian)
Age: 21
Birthday: 16th April 1843
Things I love: Flower gardens, painting, Rosalind, the manor's pets, looking after the duchess, going on long horse rides, the occasional gamble, my friends, the colour of sunlight streaming through trees, my great friends at the manor
Interaction
I would be honoured to receive any asks (either in or out of character, but specify if it isn't clear). Only DM me with important OOC information or to ask to join (unless you are part of the roleplay, then they are very open)
OOC stuff
Obviously, this is a roleplay blog.
If you want to join as another character, like another member of staff/resident of the manor, just DM this blog or @duchessoflesbos and give us a small description of your character. Or, anything really. It's an incredibly small group at the moment and any volunteers would be really appreciated!
Content you will NOT be seeing in this blog: sexual content (sex/making out might be incinuated but it's really not gonna be a big part of this. I'm a minor), abuse, physical violence (we will excuse sword fights and maybe some other incidents under certain conditions), drunkenness (there might be the occasional glass of wine, but again, not a big theme), drugs
OOC: Abbreviation for Out Of Character
Speaking looks like this
*Actions look like this*
Thoughts look like this
OOC looks like this
Credit to @strangergraphics for the dividers.
My main is @homocidalpotat and you can have a look at my intro post if u want more information about me (please look. i put quite a lot into it about making tumblr safe for me i think)
We have a community! Join if you are part of the roleplay or you want to watch from afar!
@duchessoflesbos is Duchess Rosalind Hasburg (duchess)
@thelordrowancastleton is Lord Rowan Castleton (Lord)
@ellisturner is Ellis Turner (footman)
@acertainmrcharlieclifton is Charlie Cliffton (butler)
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*taking pencil from martha and putting it in his coat pocket*
(He looks a little fatigued, he face is quite flush)
Ah, Thank you martha (for the pencil)
yea im alright just a bit of allergies im sure. Tea is just what i need. Tell me, have you spoke to out dear butler today? I have yet to see him, id like to know what the cook is planning for dinner tonight
You can just make something up here, just making conversation lol. Should we tag the others? In case they want to join?
*he smiles and gives a little laugh as he starts to follow you*
Nurse? *still chuckling* ah miss martha , you speak as though i am ill!, *he trips a little, doesn't fall but stops to get his balance back*
I assure you miss martha, my current foggy state will pass quickly . No need to worry the butler, I'm sure he has plenty to do as it is. ( as he's saying this he takes his glasses of and cleans them and put them back on, than continues to walk on)
I wonder if i could find any books on fevers in the library? Ill just rest a little today, im sure ill feel better by dinner.
Well, m'lord, you don't seem as healthy as you are saying. I know it's not my place to say, but you are as white as a sheet and look like you've just been kidnapped by a gravedigger. I would say you should get some rest and some soup.
OH DARN THAT WAS SO RUDE I BET HE HATES ME NOW
Plus, I think Mr Turner is soft on you, he would love to make you feel better
NOT MARTHA TRYING SO HARD TO GET THEM TO KISS! SHES JUST LIKE ME FR AND SHE NEEDS HER GAYS TO BE GAY
*he gasp very indignantly* i- well i!.. uh *clears throat* (as he speaks he's talking long pauses to breathe after each sentence) I appreciate your enthusiasm , ah . However I am more than capable of diagnosing myself, surely much more than you at any rate. Ah um and - well-
He considers what martha had said about ellis "..mr turner is soft on you.." he briefly re-plays moments of ellis helping him dress , his efficiency, his presence.
I am going to find my tea. *he says decidedly*
( he walks rather quickly away, in the wrong direction)
okay sorry i have to go do stuff! But i might be able to come back later idk
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*taking pencil from martha and putting it in his coat pocket*
(He looks a little fatigued, he face is quite flush)
Ah, Thank you martha (for the pencil)
yea im alright just a bit of allergies im sure. Tea is just what i need. Tell me, have you spoke to out dear butler today? I have yet to see him, id like to know what the cook is planning for dinner tonight
You can just make something up here, just making conversation lol. Should we tag the others? In case they want to join?
*he smiles and gives a little laugh as he starts to follow you*
Nurse? *still chuckling* ah miss martha , you speak as though i am ill!, *he trips a little, doesn't fall but stops to get his balance back*
I assure you miss martha, my current foggy state will pass quickly . No need to worry the butler, I'm sure he has plenty to do as it is. ( as he's saying this he takes his glasses of and cleans them and put them back on, than continues to walk on)
I wonder if i could find any books on fevers in the library? Ill just rest a little today, im sure ill feel better by dinner.
Well, m'lord, you don't seem as healthy as you are saying. I know it's not my place to say, but you are as white as a sheet and look like you've just been kidnapped by a gravedigger. I would say you should get some rest and some soup.
OH DARN THAT WAS SO RUDE I BET HE HATES ME NOW
Plus, I think Mr Turner is soft on you, he would love to make you feel better
NOT MARTHA TRYING SO HARD TO GET THEM TO KISS! SHES JUST LIKE ME FR AND SHE NEEDS HER GAYS TO BE GAY
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*taking pencil from martha and putting it in his coat pocket*
(He looks a little fatigued, he face is quite flush)
Ah, Thank you martha (for the pencil)
yea im alright just a bit of allergies im sure. Tea is just what i need. Tell me, have you spoke to out dear butler today? I have yet to see him, id like to know what the cook is planning for dinner tonight
You can just make something up here, just making conversation lol. Should we tag the others? In case they want to join?
*he smiles and gives a little laugh as he starts to follow you*
Nurse? *still chuckling* ah miss martha , you speak as though i am ill!, *he trips a little, doesn't fall but stops to get his balance back*
I assure you miss martha, my current foggy state will pass quickly . No need to worry the butler, I'm sure he has plenty to do as it is. ( as he's saying this he takes his glasses of and cleans them and put them back on, than continues to walk on)
I wonder if i could find any books on fevers in the library? Ill just rest a little today, im sure ill feel better by dinner.
Well, m'lord, you don't seem as healthy as you are saying. I know it's not my place to say, but you are as white as a sheet and look like you've just been kidnapped by a gravedigger. I would say you should get some rest and some soup.
OH DARN THAT WAS SO RUDE I BET HE HATES ME NOW
Plus, I think Mr Turner is soft on you, he would love to make you feel better
NOT MARTHA TRYING SO HARD TO GET THEM TO KISS! SHES JUST LIKE ME FR AND SHE NEEDS HER GAYS TO BE GAY
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*taking pencil from martha and putting it in his coat pocket*
(He looks a little fatigued, he face is quite flush)
Ah, Thank you martha (for the pencil)
yea im alright just a bit of allergies im sure. Tea is just what i need. Tell me, have you spoke to out dear butler today? I have yet to see him, id like to know what the cook is planning for dinner tonight
You can just make something up here, just making conversation lol. Should we tag the others? In case they want to join?
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*is sitting on a bench, under a tree in the garden journaling*
In hoping my extended stay here at miss Rosalind's manor will give me a chance to become better aquatinted with more of the staff. it will be less stressful to move into house full of acquaintances and friends, than a house full of strangers.
*he continues writing stopping every now and than to chew on the end of his pencil*
*steps outside into the gardens and trots towards you*
Your tea is ready, m'lord. It's in the parlour. Do you need me to guide you there?
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
Dear God, I'm going to have to disguise myself- I have a duel in 5 minutes!
*I put my eyepatch on, cuff my trousers over my tall boots and style my hair slightly differently.*
They'll never be able to recognise me now!
*I march on up to the wooden stage with my dueling partner, another member of my Gentlemen's Pirate Club and take a deep breath as the narrator begins to tell our little made up story in his big booming voice.*
*I forget how,less than enthralling watching maypole is.never mind, perhaps the fencing will be better.its more like dancing,and I can dance,so perhaps I shall know what they are doing*
[walks over to the fencing and stands there fiddling with his pipe, listening intently to the narrator]
Oh, this is ever so exciting, isn't it, Mr Turner! It looks like they are pretending to be pirates! Isn't that just terrific! And that man, there... he... is that? Nevermind. Ellis, do you recognise that man there?
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
Dear God, I'm going to have to disguise myself- I have a duel in 5 minutes!
*I put my eyepatch on, cuff my trousers over my tall boots and style my hair slightly differently.*
They'll never be able to recognise me now!
*I march on up to the wooden stage with my dueling partner, another member of my Gentlemen's Pirate Club and take a deep breath as the narrator begins to tell our little made up story in his big booming voice.*
*I forget how,less than enthralling watching maypole is.never mind, perhaps the fencing will be better.its more like dancing,and I can dance,so perhaps I shall know what they are doing*
[walks over to the fencing and stands there fiddling with his pipe, listening intently to the narrator]
Oh, this is ever so exciting, isn't it, Mr Turner! It looks like they are pretending to be pirates! Isn't that just terrific! And that man, there... he... is that? Nevermind. Ellis, do you recognise that man there?
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
Dear God, I'm going to have to disguise myself- I have a duel in 5 minutes!
*I put my eyepatch on, cuff my trousers over my tall boots and style my hair slightly differently.*
They'll never be able to recognise me now!
*I march on up to the wooden stage with my dueling partner, another member of my Gentlemen's Pirate Club and take a deep breath as the narrator begins to tell our little made up story in his big booming voice.*
*I forget how,less than enthralling watching maypole is.never mind, perhaps the fencing will be better.its more like dancing,and I can dance,so perhaps I shall know what they are doing*
[walks over to the fencing and stands there fiddling with his pipe, listening intently to the narrator]
Oh, this is ever so exciting, isn't it, Mr Turner! It looks like they are pretending to be pirates! Isn't that just terrific! And that man, there... he... is that? Nevermind. Ellis, do you recognise that man there?
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
Dear God, I'm going to have to disguise myself- I have a duel in 5 minutes!
*I put my eyepatch on, cuff my trousers over my tall boots and style my hair slightly differently.*
They'll never be able to recognise me now!
*I march on up to the wooden stage with my dueling partner, another member of my Gentlemen's Pirate Club and take a deep breath as the narrator begins to tell our little made up story in his big booming voice.*
*I forget how,less than enthralling watching maypole is.never mind, perhaps the fencing will be better.its more like dancing,and I can dance,so perhaps I shall know what they are doing*
[walks over to the fencing and stands there fiddling with his pipe, listening intently to the narrator]
Oh, this is ever so exciting, isn't it, Mr Turner! It looks like they are pretending to be pirates! Isn't that just terrific! And that man, there... he... is that? Nevermind. Ellis, do you recognise that man there?
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
Dear God, I'm going to have to disguise myself- I have a duel in 5 minutes!
*I put my eyepatch on, cuff my trousers over my tall boots and style my hair slightly differently.*
They'll never be able to recognise me now!
*I march on up to the wooden stage with my dueling partner, another member of my Gentlemen's Pirate Club and take a deep breath as the narrator begins to tell our little made up story in his big booming voice.*
*I forget how,less than enthralling watching maypole is.never mind, perhaps the fencing will be better.its more like dancing,and I can dance,so perhaps I shall know what they are doing*
[walks over to the fencing and stands there fiddling with his pipe, listening intently to the narrator]
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Okay *fake pouts* *runs to join in with a huge smile on my face*
Martha is so immature okay?? She probably doesn't even know how people have kids. Also. Running your hand through your hair is such a power move even tho people do it when they're anxious. I think it looks slayy
*Charlie is mysteriously at the fair, and with wide eyes spots Ellis and Martha and quickly dashes inside a caravan.*
Oh... shit! I can't- let them- ugh why are they here! They should be cleaning the house, like I told them to. What on earth am I going to do? I do hope they haven't seen me.
Of course I'm ready Martha. It's been a while since we've gone to a fête. Perhaps I shall try my hand at a couple of the games. I believe they don't cost much.
Oh yes, definitely! I reckon you'd be terrific at those games because you're so good at every game we ever play! I saved up a fair amount for this, so we should have enough. I'd love to try some popped corn.
Of course I'm ready Martha. It's been a while since we've gone to a fête. Perhaps I shall try my hand at a couple of the games. I believe they don't cost much.
Oh yes, definitely! I reckon you'd be terrific at those games because you're so good at every game we ever play! I saved up a fair amount for this, so we should have enough. I'd love to try some popped corn.
