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𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚃 . statement of 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚊𝚢 , 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 , regarding the death of his mother, mary keay. statement taken posthumously from subject, june 30th 2017.
ind, private, low activity gerard keay of the magnus archives, headcanon based & trigger heavy. as penned by jayne bird ( 21 , she/they ) . unreality and death untagged .
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 . / 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 . / 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘 . / 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 .
me but i go reboot gerry’s blog so my tags work : /
i did it.
nsfw prompt list .
send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.
awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.
bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).
blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).
buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.
butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.
bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.
call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.
claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.
coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.
cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.
city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.
closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.
covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.
dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.
discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.
free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.
freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.
game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.
hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).
husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.
meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.
occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.
papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.
peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.
radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.
showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.
silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.
steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.
strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.
talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.
tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.
voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.
you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.
headcanon + boots .
gerry has been wearing boots since he was a teenager, he’s been wearing boots, it started as part of his fashion statement. he liked taller platforms and tall buckled boots with straps or chains or spikes because they matched his aesthetic. he liked looking taller and they improved his self confidence on some small levels the same way embracing goth style did. it help him blend in and stand out in the same way.
gerard has a lot of problems finding shoes that are comfortable, he has a high arch, so more often than not he has to buy insoles. he prefers boots for better support on the ankle, though his boots for “civilian” life on good days involve taller platforms to make him stand out. he likes to feel frankenstein monster-esque. for running he’ll wear doc martens, marrells, or any tactical boot for when he is actively avatar hunting with gertrude.they have better support while still allowing him to have that aesthetic.
on bad days when his back and leg pain is particularly bad he wears flat boots, usually they’re older already worn in boots with zippers or loose ties, so he can simply slip his feet into them without much effort. he has decorated his boots by painting on a few, though the artwork is often extremely cracked or chipped from repeated movement.
* ⟢ anonymous︱ accepting prompt !
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 , 𝐓𝐈𝐌 ( 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘧𝘧 . )
THE SMALL SMILE cracked across gerard’s alabaster features reflects onto tim’s face. there is no warmth in the expression, no joy, mere grim amusement. recognition. he is a hollowed corpse, corrupted and dripping with exhaustion. nothing of the light that warmed his chest some months ago remains. he is but ashes and bitter smoke. he doesn’t know gerard nor anything about his predicament, but he thinks they might have more than a few similarities. like being utterly fucked.
“ so. you wanna tell me how you ended up in the worlds freakiest pop-up book? ”
he gestures with an index, then leans back in his chair and crosses his muscled arms over his chest. if nothing else, he figures they can use each other for decent conversation, and to do that, they’d better get a few elephants out of the room.
SPECTRE FLICKERS, only slightly, only for a moment. it happens sometimes when his almost-emotions spike, like a wince or a flinch but less physical. the goth chuckles and the sound echoes a bit around them, faltering. “ that’s a good one. ” he honestly hasn’t heard that one before, so really, maybe he should be impressed. “ could say it’s family tradition at this point. ” he admits, wonders for a moment if it should count as a tradition, though it happened to both his mother and father, so . . . he’ll let it count, as if perhaps it might be grounding, normal almost. he thinks for a moment about himself, about his family, just how well he’d followed in their footsteps. “ heirloom turned tomb. ”
HE RUNS A HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR, pulls it away from his face and sighs. “ i was deemed too . . . useful, to be let go, you could say. gertrude decided the world was better with me in it, even if i didn’t want to stick around and find out how it ends. ” he still thinks about that, how he can’t really help to stop it anymore, how he isn’t sure he wants to somedays. but that has less to do with the world and more to do with gerard really.
𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎
Date with Gerry. Date Fee: 75¢ Customer Comments: "Terrible taste. (Person in 20s)"
tagged. stole from myself. @eyenoir tagging. you there !
time to go reboot juno.
i poorly draws muses prt 2 electric boogaloo. @huntloyalty . daisy , @meinliied / evan , @archivars / river , @stardustvein / melanie
whispers sneakily: 🖤 this so i can poorly doodle ur muse ( probably capped at nine )
throwing this out for the morning crowd bc I want to make more little pixel sprites : /
i poorly draws muses ( and then puts them in order of how much i like the drawing i did ) : @auspicium / oliver , juno , @vcrtigoes / mike , @millionwoes / jester, @killmeorfuckoff / tim , @hollerhaints / cowboy , @kostuznyet / devid ( i don’t know him but i tried ) , @killedfirst / sasha , and a jon. to round it out.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃, 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 ( hollerhaints . )
COWBOY RESPONDS BY COVERING HIS EYES WITH HIS HANDS. he repeats to himself what mr. elias told him: his SIGHT is a gift; he gets to SEE because he is strong, he’s special. that doesn’t change how his stomach churns at the grotesque images forced to the forefront of his mind. that doesn’t stop the tremor in his hands as fingers part for pale blue eyes to look at gerry again.
“ you — how you — it’s not — i hope it isn’t true, ” he manages out, trying to find a way to speak out his visions despite the dryness in his mouth causing his words to cling to his tongue and stick behind his teeth before even a syllable escaped. more quietly, after swallowing hard: “ mr. elias calls it foresight. being able to … uh, see how somebody’s life’s gonna go based on their pasts up until what happens to the body. mr. elias thought it was death-prophet-y but — but it isn’t always right, it’s a pre-diction, so it’s SEEING instead of KNOWING i guess. it usually is right, though. people don’t like changing, i think. that’s why my dad died. ”
GERRY SHIFTS, “ you don’t have to look at me if not looking helps . . . ” he can see why elias would assume The End, thinks of oliver and the dreams, the vines that reach out to those who are about to die. he often wonders about his own death, what will happen to him when this is all done and over with, can’t imagine being able to See it. what that might be like for a child. “ you see what might happen ? like a butterfly effect ? ” he feels like that is a major simplification probably. but it sounds about right.
THEY DON’T LIKE CHANGING. he wants to smile at that, people do try to become stagnant, as if they can freeze themselves in amber. “ nothing’s set in stone, though . . . so, until it happens, we can say it isn’t true. ” he wonders about his own death, what the boy saw that could have spooked him so badly, wishes he could prod at it without feeling bad about it, he doesn’t. doesn’t ask or try to See. because he shouldn’t be forced to think about it. “ you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want. ” gerard offers, but the ideas, the thoughts about the ability pull curiosity at his own thoughts. the way he sees marks for avatars, the way he can try and help, but only if others listen.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 ( 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 . )
Daisy tried not to act too rashly towards him too suddenly considering that she couldn’t hurt him as he was, letting out a low growl underneath her breath instead of vocalising her thoughts. Of course that Institute gave her a book of monsters that didn’t want to tell her about what she was hunting. Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? It was certainly a frustrating one. But she wouldn’t dismiss him, that was what he seemed to be angling for with his goading. She was never going to let him get away from it that easily. He may have had this rebellious streak, but she’d crushed that streak out of people like him more than once.
“But you’re bound to this,” she patted the book on her dashboard, “And you go where it goes, and it’s coming with me.” That was the end of the conversation as far as she was concerned. He may have been a person once, but he wasn’t much like it now. He didn’t even smell like a person now, so it was easy for her to not treat him like he was.
“And if you don’t help, I’ll keep you around. If you do help, I’ll dismiss you when we don’t have a case.” He might attempt to annoy her into dismissing him, but she didn’t have a reputation for being stubborn for nothing. She’d laid down her terms, and she would stick to them.
GERRY CHUCKLES, hell, he laughs at the assumption she has any control over what is going to happen between them, that she has any control over the situation, like it will all play out on her terms, like she holds any of the cards now. gerard had spent his whole life under a woman’s thumb, mary, gertrude, not what ? daisy. no, no he thinks he’s had quite enough of that, actually. “ you think it’s that easy ? that i’ll follow you around and let you shove me back in the box when i’m not needed ? ” like a tool, not a person, never a person, hm gerard ? a legacy, a family heir, a monster manual. an echo of what was. he feels enough like gerard keay, feels an echo of that anger, of that hurt, of that desire to help, but it’s all an echo now, perhaps that makes it easier to say no.
IT ISN’T ABOUT NOT BEING, not really. gerry has existed in the book for years, constantly pulled out and stuffed back in. didn’t make it hurt any less of course, routine does not always help to soothe discomfort, and that is something he had known even before his death, his undeath. the ghost’s form flickers, shifts, and he snorts, he will not be easily broken, nor easily used. he’s done his time hunting, answering all their stupid questions, stopping the apocalypses more than a handful of times, why couldn’t he just rest ? why couldn’t they just let him go ? he knows it wasn’t personal, gertrude didn’t save him to keep him alive, not for him anyway. it was always supposed to be about the greater good.
GHOST THINKS FOR A MOMENT, thinks about his mum, her control over the book. it would be easier to try, to become the longer he’s out of the book. he wonders if he could gain enough control to burn it, to finally be rid of the damn thing, but he’d need help . . . “ i’m not a tool, you need my help, you’ll act like it. ” not a question, a demand, a stipulation for cooperation.
please consider gerry is very easy to talk to, and it’s partly because he is The Weirdo, and because he is honestly kind, but part of it also has to do with the eye and he hates that. thanks.
Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did
i wrote about gerry wearing those clear platforms but filling them with googly eyes, but i raise you gerry in his hawaiian print shirt and goth crocs.
someone really sent me, a shoe salesman, a prompt to write about gerry and boots huh. you really looked at my shoe store assistant manager ass and went “write about boots !” like bet. i’ll write about YOUR muse and shoes too, don’t think i won’t.
