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<<OK, new plan (because things didn’t work out like I intended this morning lulz)... If I don’t get to replies by tonight before I have to go to bed, I’ll get to a couple when I get home from work tomorrow night.>>

<<Once I get the energy going, I’m gonna throw a load of laundry in the wash and work on a reply or two.>>

#mun ooc

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<<Once I get the energy going, I’m gonna throw a load of laundry in the wash and work on a reply or two.>>

#mun ooc

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<<xD this is so good!!!! I’m going to imagine this every time I mess something up now lol.>>

imagine your favorite historical figure judging your decisions

#st riley the brave #mun ooc #lafayette #marquis de Lafayette #simcoe #john graves simcoe #oh shut up John you have no room to judge

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emphasis on might.

#simcoe #john graves simcoe #lieutenant colonel simcoe #hewlett #edmund hewlett #major hewlett #oyster major #major pain in john's ass xD

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<<I... I didn’t need my heart stomped on like this before work, but here we are.>>

Guys. Major Edmund Hewlett saw Ben’s “love letter.” That is all.

#mun ooc #ben tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge #hewlett #edmund hewlett #major hewlett #anna strong

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<<Thank you @therapardalis!!! I did it! xD.>>

<<Can someone more familiar with XKit tell me which extension blocks the original post from popping up so that doesn’t keep happening xD?

I thought I did it, but obviously not lulz.>>

#mun ooc #therapardalis #i get it now lol

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therapardalis:

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“I’m sorry, I’m sorry - !” Maybe she was starting to overact now, with the note of embarrassment rising in her voice, “I really need to remember to make a list!”

Regardless, and also regardless of whether the ruse worked better because they assumed she was just some ditzy woman, she kept her head down as she pretended to search in the car. “I’m not sure …” The glovebox was opened for the show of things, even though she knew full well it held only their logbook and a box of tissues, “I don’t dare look at them or I’m going to start laughing.”

In fact, even looking at John had been a mistake, and she shoved her tongue into her cheek as she pushed the little hatch closed. She had to move a little to get the right angle to see the others in the side mirror, and snickered just a little bit.

“There they go … and they look so pleased with themselves.” A deep breath and she straightened up as if to stretch. “Just let them get out of sight, and then we can head off as well.” On the right trail - hopefully, at least. “I’m going to be giggling about this for weeks - !”

Once he was sure they were all gone, John looked up at Thera from his kneeled position at the passenger side door, a smile as playful as a cat about to pounce on a mouse spread across his lips, before he started chuckling. He stood and dropped into the seat of the car, a hand over his chest, allowing himself a moment to recover from his own case of the giggles.

“As will I, my friend. As will I. That won’t ever get old. I commend you on your performance, by the way. Your best yet, I’d say.”

John rose from his seat and grabbed his backpack from the trunk before picking up the map again and studying it. There truly was a path that was supposed to be straight-forward (key words: supposed to be), but the one they had sent their all-too-eager rivals on would, at the very least, only serve to waste their time.

With another smile, still playful but less menacing, he offered the map to his friend.

“Would you do me the honor of leading the way, m’lady?” he said with a bow.

#therapardalis #Thera Pardalis #theresa landsend #simcoe #john graves simcoe #modern au #Explorer AU #role play #rp

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<<Am I the only one that finds it hilarious that this was the preview Netflix chose?>>

me on netflix: hovers over the turn: washingtons spies selection out of nostalgia John Graves Simcoe: THIS ALE IS RATHER GOOD

#mun ooc #simcoe #tHe AlE iS rAtHeR gOoD

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<<Can someone more familiar with XKit tell me which extension blocks the original post from popping up so that doesn’t keep happening xD?

I thought I did it, but obviously not lulz.>>

#mun ooc #tumblr why are you like this #halp!

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annastrxng:

The breath hitched in the back of her throat as his mighty hands, hands that wrought death and destruction to his foes, encompassed her own. His lips which freely gave orders, speaking softly to some and vehemently to others, were warm against her own weathered skin. With a swooping of long dark lashes, the brunette conceals the potential truth etched in her eyes. But the utterance of her name draws her gaze upwards once more.

While a part of Anna is flattered at his vow to never abandon her, she is also petrified. For his presence was unpredictable, his anger and sense of vengeance formidable. And if he by chance discovered the secret dwelling in the space between them, it would be her neck in a noose or worse. Imagined deaths briefly flicker through her mind- starting with her own and sweeping downwards into the plots of his murder. Everyone she knew with the means and motives to dispatch him had failed. The captain defied death at every turn. But could his luck run out if she were at the helm?

Difficult?! The past few months had been more than difficult. Her only protections, her home, and all of her possessions had been removed from her. But the unfairness of the situation was not entirely that of which, he spoke. No. He was referencing the internal struggle of reporting. Pretending that the cause was indeed the strain of the confession, Anna helps herself to the nearest chair.

She swallows thickly as his gaze remains fixated upon her. “Names?” Anna hollowly parrots, almost in strange disbelief. Was not her warning of danger alone not enough? “John,” his name departs as more of an entreaty this time than a framed statement. “I…” Her head shakes briefly from side to side. “I don’t know…” Reluctance paints her tone. Maple orbs scrutinize the room, drifting to the parties occupying tables around the premises. Fingers shakily traverse the fabric of her skirts, willfully memorizing the sensation of the material against their padded tips.

“I…”  She tries again but the words seem lodged somewhere between her heart and her tongue. Her clouded mind reels further. “If you have any feelings for me at all, will you spare me the need to endanger myself further?” Anna beseeches, pretending to be drenched in terror at the thought of revealing her hand. Her act was certainly easy given the fear was indeed real.

Simcoe stood in silence for a moment, watching her fidget and play with the fabric of her skirts. Here was the woman of his dreams, begging him not to walk into his death. Sad as it would be to others —though that fact remained blessedly lost on him— this could doubtlessly count as progress. Couldn’t it?

However, because of this, for the first time he could recall, he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Mrs. Strong almost certainly did know who the threat was. Yet her fear was so great that she felt she could not tell him. If she were anyone else, he would threaten to see her hanged for protecting rebel forces. But she wasn’t just anyone. She was Anna. Yet he was a warrior with a mission...

Do I leave her be? Do I push for the information I need? If I push, will she turn away from me again?

He got down on one knee in front of her, fighting the urge to take her hands in his own again.

“Mrs. Strong,” he said, his tone soft and reassuring, “it is about more than just my own safety. If there are patriots in Setauket who are bold enough to plot my untimely demise, then who’s to say what else they would be capable of? I fear we may all be in danger if the threat is not extinguished swiftly. Though, if your fear is too great, I ask only that you point me in the right direction so that I may find someone else who can give me what I need. Your name never needs to be mentioned for your cooperation.” After a beat, he added, “Do you trust me, Mrs. Strong?”

He paused a moment, studying her features as though he were seeing her for the first time, in awe of her beauty. Finally, he plucked up the courage to ask, “Would you like for me to stay with you tonight? That is to say, I can station myself in front of your door if it would make you feel more at ease?”

[“maybe a shippy thread” with @annastrxng​, inspired by her ask]

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annastrxng:

“Don’t go, John. Its a trap." Anna earnestly implores.

Simcoe had been rushing out the door when he heard the lady’s plea. He stopped so suddenly that he needed to take just one more step to keep from falling. So many thoughts raced through his mind. The first being that her tone was that of genuine concern. The second...

He turned to face her. “Mrs. Strong, how do you know this is a trap? What happened?” Even then, he was concerned for her. Concerned that someone had threatened her into silence. But if that was the case, she cared more for him and his safety and told him, anyway. So many conflicting emotions swirled in his heart and mind.

#annastrxng #anna strong #anna's eyes #john graves simcoe #simcoe #this ship floats #role play #rp #LOL john you're embarrassing

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<<I’m going to work on more posts on Saturday. I had planned to work on most of my replies today, but my brother and I had some things come up and we needed to take some time to have a conversation and unwind. Everything is OK, it’s just... The past year and a half has been a ride as it has for everyone. The basic gist is that we are both wildly unhappy with where we are in each of our lives and we’re trying very, very hard to figure out how we can stop being so miserable while also not losing the roof over our heads.

Also, why is tumblr being a pain in the ass with post editing now? I can’t just get rid of the previous posts like before? It’s just going to add the original post no matter what?>> 

#mun ooc #tumblr why are you like this #at least it felt real good to get back to it even if i only got to one post #damn i just wanna be back and be able to reply frequently >.<

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therapardalis:

- As far as smaller townships went, especially allowing for the strain of having a war on (and the opposing army literally just across the Sound), Setauket was actually a nice little place. It was pretty, not far from the sea and aside from a few exceptions like Mr De Jong the people did their best in trying times. It’s only real fault was that she’d been stuck there against her wishes for far too long. Something she was beginning to suspect applied to Captain Simcoe as well. He seemed the kind of soldier who … might not be action-hungry but would much rather be doing than waiting in place. “Mm …” She half turned, propping her elbow on the carriage’s side and chin on her hand. “Unfortunately the Major’s requests also depend on when the parties are being held - so there’s that to wait for as well.” Her fingers tapped, realising she’d lined herself up to waiting on that factor along with him - but at least it would be in York City, and she could be making arrangements for her travel at the same time.

Simcoe’s check of his watch made her blink, and dart a glance of her own toward the sun, a little startled at how quickly the time had gone. “Yes, of course - they’ve definitely earned a rest.” She shifted around again, kicking her feet a little to see if they were going to behave. “I think I might, thank you. I ought to be fine on my own, but skirts can be an absolute bane.”

John gently pulled back on the reigns as the horses pulled up to the stream. He stood and hopped out of the carriage, turning to offer a hand to Thera. After casually petting one of the horses as they drank, he placed his hands on the small of his back and leaning backwards to stretch. Simcoe looked at his travel companion, wondering how many carriages she had found herself in? How many miles and days — even years — she had been on the road or sea? He walked around the wagon, stretching his legs and looking to for signs of wear if only to be safe.

John glanced once more at the lady, debating on whether to ask her what was on his mind. “Miss Landsend,” he said after a few moments, “if you don’t mind my asking, why is it that you are always on the move? I don’t mean to pry, of course, I just can’t help but wonder if you see yourself settling down anywhere?” During one of their conversations, John had once thought of how he wasn’t sure if he could manage to stay in one place, himself, but the idea did cross his mind from time to time. He couldn’t help but be curious if it was something she considered, too.

[Random starter for @ive-been-reminding-you, if you like!]

Setauket, Long Island, Revolutionary War ...

All things considered, this didn’t seem inclined to be her day. Everyone seemed irritated about something or other, the season was on the change, and no-one among the redcoats (those she’d spoken to, at least) seemed able to answer a simple question.

Which was why she now found herself where she hadn’t really wanted to be, at the converted church with its paranoid guards, looking for someone who might be in charge ...

#therapardalis #Thera Pardalis #theresa landsend #simcoe #john graves simcoe #captain simcoe #role play #rp #why is tumblr not letting me format properly :(

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please stop framing me for murder. just because i have killed 1,846 people doesnt mean i killed that specific one

#john graves simcoe #simcoe #captain simcoe #where's the lie

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OoC: My “Schedule” for Returning

Hello, friends. I’m sorry that nearly the whole month has gone by and I’m only just getting to this now. April has been a bit of a chaotic month, especially at work, and I’ve had to pick up multiple extra shifts as a result. Which means I haven’t had much free time at all.

However, I am off tomorrow and Thursday, and I don’t have anything to do like I normally would. So I’m going to try to get through as many replies as I can on one or, ideally, both days so I can start getting back into it.

Because of how hectic things have been this past month, and because they keep needing me for extra shifts, for the time being, I’m going to say that I’ll get to replies biweekly, but I’ll try to get in as many as I can regardless. It’s just that I want you all to have a good idea of when things will happen so you don’t have to keep seeing so many OoC posts from me xD.

Thank you all for being so patient with me. I’ve missed you all and I can’t wait to get back to it!

⚔️ Spike ⚔️

#mun ooc #update

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<<IT’S THE SAME PICTURE!>>

Ok... so...

anyone else see the resemblance here?? every time i see simcoe going wild i think of beaker

#john graves simcoe #simcoe #captain simcoe #mun ooc

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Mun OoC: Looking to FINALLY Return in April

Hello, friends. Before I say anything else, I just want to thank everyone for checking in on me periodically and for being so patient with me. It means the world to me and has made some pretty bad days a little better.

Things appear to be very slowly getting back on track for me, and I really want to get back here. I miss you all and I miss Captain Tree Man.

That said, I understand if anyone wants to scrap any threads we’ve started together. Just let me know if you want to do that or if you want to do something new instead. No pressure and no hard feelings!

Because I’m going to be trying to get my bearings back, I’m going to only focus on already established threads for a little bit unless it’s a thread someone wants to start in place of a thread they want to scrap. Just until I get reacquainted with everything. But if you sent me a starter or if you replied to one of my starters while I was gone, I’ll reply!

See you all again soon!

⚔️ Spike ⚔️

#mun ooc #update

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<<This is wildly out of control and I am HERE FOR IT!>>

Ok... so...

anyone else see the resemblance here?? every time i see simcoe going wild i think of beaker

#john graves simcoe #simcoe #captain simcoe #mun ooc