#gerrykeaykin

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so euphoric to dress as my fictotype aaand. my friends who know who I am were calling me by my kin name

-Gerry Keay :)

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Canon objects -- for my Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms) fictotype i have one specific hat that i like to wear during kinshifts, and also my electric violin

For my Gerry Keay (The Magnus Archives) fictotype i like stealing my sibling's leather jacket since i had a leather jacket in canon :}

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despite how horrible some of the events that happened there were, i still miss pinhole books.

i remember my room in the upstairs flat was tiny with not much storage so i kept a bunch of my personal affects (clothes mostly, but also canvases and art supplies) under my bed, which was pushed up against a wall with windows on it. i had posters taped to like. every inch of my walls, mostly of bands and stuff. i don't remember much of what the bookshop itself looked like but there were a LOT of books there (obviously) and i sometimes helped with customers

-Gerry Keay

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okay, I guess I’m expressing my gratitude to a kinfessions blog because I’m too scared to talk to actual people, idk it’s hard y’know??

hey jon, if you’re reading this, I want to say thanks. for letting me talk, and for letting me rest. I know that with Beholding it was hard for you to get rid of me as a source of information, but I hope that you saw me as a friend for the once we interacted. I wish we could’ve met earlier, but I’m glad we met at all.

oh, and thanks for protecting me. sorry about the Hunters.

-Gerry Keay (the Magnus archives)

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bein kin from a horror tragedy podcast (the magnus archives) absolutely sucks because i witnessed The Horrors for my whole life + death and remembering anything about it sucks-

-gerry keay

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I lack memories of my life beyond what I know from canon and it’s… weird. I don’t remember what my mum looked like, nor my dad. I don’t remember what Gertrude looked like. I don’t remember getting my tattoos, or any of the rituals that Gertrude and I foiled. I don’t remember what it was like to be in hospital at the end of my life. On one hand I’d really like to have some memories but on the other, I’ve seen what having memories has done to some of my headmates, so maybe this is for the best

- Gerard Keay from TMA

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Oh is it TMA kin hours? Excellent.

I’m deeply flattered that people make me look cooler than I was. The trad goth makeup is on point. Artists definitely give me too much credit though, as I was usually at a motel toiletries-level of self care. Eyeliner was my height of put-together-ness and even then, it was smudged as shit. Imagine a goth that had been pulled backwards through a hedge and into Hell for a more accurate picture of me.

-Gerry Keay

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Not gonna lie, I still can't stand Gertrude. She wasn't my mother, but I looked up to her as one and what does she do? Bind me to a skin book after I died to keep me around unwillingly. Local angry goth ready to throw down an old lady behind 7/11, more at 5. -Gerry Keay