#( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett )

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retrograderesemblance asked : [subtle] or [still] for patience + hewlett if he's one of your muses who's into this meme right now.

SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES. / @retrograderesemblance -- accepting

[ SUBTLE ]  our muses are cuddling,  sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them. 

        𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. In his years stationed in Setauket, he had never thought he would promise his heart to another. Marriage was never something he dreaded or thought of as something that he wasn’t capable of, but with his family’s mounting debt, it was the last thing on his mind. Until Anna Strong came along. Then when that fell through and he looked upon the married couples walking the city street, he wouldn’t have thought that he would get another chance here in the colonies. Scotland, perhaps. But that changed when Patience walked back into his life, a woman he grew to have a friendship with and now a woman he grew to love.

        Edmund figured she was asleep still until he felt a light touch drift over his arm. He looked down, clearing his throat as he readied himself to speak. The touch persisted again, it seemed to grow in more intensity that he couldn’t swat away as his own desires clouded his judgment.

        ❝ Patience, ❞ he spoke her name in a low, hoarse voice, clearing his throat again as he began to slowly move towards her, his mouth right by her ear. ❝ Are you feeling alright? ❞ It seemed stupid to ask as desire thrums within him, but Edmund can’t figure out what else to say. He seemed to forget what to say when he was around Patience sometimes. At least, he managed to say something. She always seemed to understand what he was feeling without him needing to say it.

#asks #retrograderesemblance #// suggestive #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( Now that I know you exist how do I not love you? ; Patience (( Hewlett )) #( my writing feels so off here so I hope this is readable ) #( Hewlett loves to get all embarrassed and not work with me in these type of interactions lmao ) #( no icons seemed suitable so I forgo them here )

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johngravessimcoe asked : ❛  i was giving you a chance.  ❜  —johngravessimcoe // to oyster man or baker, either is fine!

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. / @johngravessimcoe -- accepting

      𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐨-𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, if his anger didn’t simmer just inches beneath his facade. He looked up at him with his bold stare, his eyes squinting at the shining of sunlight overhead.

       ❝ A chance? Like the chance you gave Lucas Brewster as you murdered him in front of the army of rebels? ❞ In front of his nephew as well. 

       Caleb Brewster may be exiled from Setauket with his leanings and role in Washington’s Army, and no less for his questionable deals on the London Trade, but there was a time and place for such rash action. Edmund tried to sway from the violent, reckless kind Simcoe seemed to pursue. It was quite obvious to Edmund, in both hindsight and at that moment, that the man struck with palsy had no place in the poisoning of his horse. It was instead all thanks to the devil in green in front of him.

       ❝ What about the rebel Captain? Did you allow him a moment of mercy to speak his last words before you cut out his tongue? ❞

      Edmund didn’t need to hear the answer from the man before him. He already answered it for himself in his mind. He had no grounds to stand on for his supposed “mercy”. ❝ ‘A chance?’ Is that what you call it, Captain? ❞

#asks #johngravessimcoe #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( I wasn't sure what the overall idea for this would be ) #( so I went with this ) #( lmk if you need me to change anything! ) #( thanks for sending this in! )

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barkskins asked : “didn’t think i’d find you.” raton

Too lazy to look for the meme / @barkskins​​

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞, his head is crowned with a tricorn hat turned slightly over his shoulder. The voice is unfamiliar and he can only assume it’s from the redcoat eyeing him a couple of blocks back and decided to follow him, consequently finding him in this darkened alley with his back turned. The secret pocket in the arm of his black jacket is closed as well as the curling parchment full of scribbles and jotted down numbers and Abe takes a breather before he would meet the man face to face.

      Fear sits tightly inside his chest and the weight presses down on him like an anchor, keeping him rooted in his place. A breath loosens his stiff joints and he finally turns around to meet not a redcoat, but a tall, broad man that was more unknown to him. He wasn’t wearing an ugly red uniform of the King’s Army that always made a young boy’s reddened cheeks more prominent, no, he preferred a white outfit instead.

      If he’s not a redcoat, was he here to rob him?

      His words slither into his mind again and it makes the hair stand up on the back of his pale neck. Despite this, a polite and friendly smile is drawn upon his lips as he raises his hands as if to surrender and to feign innocence.

       ❝ You were looking for me? ❞ he raises a brow at this and places his hands on his hips, the pressure of the knife tucked away in his sleeve reminding him that wasn’t unarmed. His smile widens as his voice remains light ❝ Well, make it quick. I was just about to return back to my rented room. I don’t live here in the city, y’see. I’m a farmer in the countryside actually. ❞

#asks #barkskins #( Sorry this isn't the greatest ) #( I hope this is okay enough to reply to ) #( this got me thinking an ac verse for Abe tho ) #( I already have one for Hewlett and Rogers ) #( 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒚 ; asks (( Abe )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Abe ) #( thank you for sending this in ! )

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viciousgold asked : [ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.  (for Hewlett)

SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES. / @viciousgold -- accepting

        𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. Surely there was nothing inherently wrong between a married couple to speak of intimacy. It’s what led to large families after all. Generations of marriages, births, and more that led to where he stood today. But something was embarrassing about it. Where would he start? He had a few ideas in mind, but his inexperience sounded pathetic to his own ears. 

        On their wedding night, Edmund stared at her reflection in the mirror of the vanity. There is an unspoken expectation here that he’s almost fearful to speak about. If only because of the discomfort it can give his arranged wife. 

        ❝ I hope you find the room alright. We’ll be staying here for the time being. I’ll be assisting Major Andre. Then, once I’m finished with my responsibilities here, we’ll be traveling to Setauket, Long Island. Are you familiar with the place? ❞ It was always easy to speak of work and his duties. He could hear himself fall into the consistent rhythm of formality, the place his voice often dipped to when he was speaking with his fellow officers. He fidgeted with his robe and looked over at Marisa again. 

        ❝ Do you… figure we should? ❞ He finds himself cutting off his words with pauses and stutters, a rosy complexion rushing over his cheeks at the mere thought of broaching the subject of intimacy. ❝ You are aware of how wedding nights go, Marisa? ❞ But she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t need to. 

        He cleared his throat and then fully turned himself towards her. ❝ It's not required of us, you know. I’m content retiring for the night and figuring out the details tomorrow morning. ❞ Maybe he’ll figure out how to not trip over his own tongue by that point, too.

#asks #viciousgold #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( thanks for sending this in! ) #// suggestive #( I tried to get him to approach the subject outright but he wasn't working with me lmao ) #( so lmk if you want me to change or add anything here )

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annastrxng asked : ❛ stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜ (anna to hewlett)

Grumpy x Sunshine Sentence Prompts. / @annastrxng -- accepting

        𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. Still married, yet no husband in sight, in the middle of a city with a particular redcoat on the prowl with a spy that’s also on his tail -- York City was not the exciting getaway it was years ago with the turn of the war. It seemed with each day, with each return, the city that once held Edmund’s awe had darkened as it was clear the British weren’t as powerful as once imagined. They were losing their grip on the colony and while Edmund stayed true to his King, he had learned of the snakes that had tainted his own side: the officials who laughed behind his back and the unchecked brutality that ran rampant. Anna had a right to be fearful, but he was afraid he couldn’t offer much in terms of safety. With Abraham close by, with Simcoe recognizing Edmund in the coffeehouse, either men were bound to seek him out again and Anna might be wedged in the middle once again.

        A deep sinking feeling had taken hold of his gut when he saw her at his doorway and his grip tightened on his office door. Had she been looking for him? Hasn’t she done enough in their last meeting? If she could easily lie to his face and couldn’t give her own truth, he didn’t see why he had to take her pleas into account.

        But this wasn’t the kind of man Edmund was. Looking into her wide, brown eyes, he felt a tug on his sympathy and with it, resurfaced his wish to protect her from harm. To protect her from Simcoe, from the mess the cabbage farmer often pulled her into. Willingly, or not.

        He opened his mouth to breathe out a sigh and stepped back in the doorway. He opened the door further to allow her entry, giving her a broader view of his new office. It was smaller than the room he was given at Whitehall.

        ❝ You may come in, ❞ he lowly admitted her entry and turned on his heel to return behind his desk. As he sorted through his papers and stuffed them into various drawers, he was quiet until in the middle of the tense, silent air, he asked her a question. 

        ❝ Is there a reason why you traveled to York City? ❞ There are familiar faces here and not all of them are friendly.

#asks #annastrxng #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂 ; Anna (( Hewlett )) #( I just threw this into this au ) #( so lmk if you want something different! ) #( thanks for sending this in! ) #( this was made with the beta editor btw )

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silntimes asked : 'What? Never seen a girl wearing pants before?' [ for Edmund ] - Unprompted

Unprompted ask. / @silntimes -- always accepting

        A judgmental glance is cast toward her current apparel and it sinks into his voice. ❝ No, in fact, I haven't. ❞

#asks #silntimes #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( he has to deal with enough tomfoolery already so he's more annoyed than usual lmao )

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retrograderesemblance asked : "i wish i would've told you the truth sooner." from patience to hewlett

Unprompted ask. / @retrograderesemblance -- always accepting

        𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 

        Despite Edmund’s arrival to the colonies was made by an act of desperation to keep his family’s finances afloat, even with the revolution at everyone’s doorstep, Edmund’s outlook had been optimistic at the start. However long this war may go on, Edmund would stick to it as a testament to his King and as long as his parents needed him here, but it seemed at every corner he turned, the bright, optimistic view he harbored, in the beginning, drew darker and darker. The colonies were in turmoil from the revolution, but that ill will and madness seemed to infect those on his side as well. Led by his gullible broken heart, Edmund was quick to find himself in a similar situation to the last with Mrs. Wright, and this time, he didn’t know if he should toy with the idea of “love” any longer. Love would only be in daydreams, in fairy tales and novels, and within his mother's reassurances that it was still attainable for him; life was too cruel for a fleeting emotion to remain permanent.

        This time, he harbored no anger, instead, all he felt was disappointment in himself. He should’ve known better than get himself tangled in another relationship.

        His finger stilled in its glide over the top of the envelope in his hands. The thought of heading out the door and sending the letter to his mother left his mind as his lips thinned, pressing his lips together in his contemplation. His love’s words hung in the air, yet he couldn’t piece together what to say in return. He had run from Setauket, from his failure of a wedding, and now here he was in York City with another woman that occupied his thoughts just as much as Mrs. Strong did. If not, more. He could only run so far, but even that didn’t seem to serve him.

        He looked up and it took more strength than he imagined to look Patience in the eye.

        ❝ I wish you would’ve told me sooner, too, Mrs. Wright. ❞

#asks #retrograderesemblance #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( Now that I know you exist how do I not love you? ; Patience (( Hewlett )) #( He missed Patience but now he's thrown into the emolett zone ) #( I'm assuming this is about the whole spying thing ) #( but I was also thinking what if this happened after they got married for extra angst and because emolett can't catch a break with women )

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( E.dmund H.ewlett ; continued )

        𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞. It was her eyes that held it the most and he looked onward with a frown pulling on his lips as she moved to the bed, sinking into the cot as if she hadn't had a chance to sit down in months.

        His inquiry was a soft one, a touch above a whisper but not high enough to extinguish a candle’s flame. At first, he assumed maybe it was a consequence of Richard nagging her again that made her look so beaten down, but then he realized from her attire that it was another matter entirely. She wasn’t dressed in her fine gowns, a few skinny wisps of hair were loosened from her pinned-up hair, and her hands were redder than usual. Then, his accusatory thoughts pointed to another man.

        ❝ Is it Simcoe? ❞

        He drew away from the loosened clothing chest and crossed the bedroom floor, allowing his body to sink into a spot next to her on the bed. He didn’t reach out to touch her even if he wanted nothing more than to cradle her face, push back the strands of hair, and really behold her. He feared that if he touched her, she would shatter like glass. ❝ Has he… has he visited you? Simcoe? ❞ Edmund couldn’t dial back the way his voice quickened at the mere thought of it. He could imagine Simcoe standing in her doorway, ordering her to stay put and not return to Whitehall. To him. Edmund knew that John was capable of killing DeJong or anyone he wanted to get to corner what he desired most. With his men trying to control the town under Hewlett’s hold, the killing of DeJong would be nothing more than an accident. A man like him was destined to have enemies, he could hear his shrill voice in the night.

        A relieved sigh left his lips at the fact DeJong was very much still alive. Not so much for his sake, but for Anna’s. Even if the tavern belonged to DeJong now, it was still a relief that Anna still had her position in his tavern with the tensions brewing in town upon the devil in green’s return. It was until Edmund noticed she was looking at him that her inquiry reached him.

        ❝ I’m fine, thank you. ❞ His voice softened then and he got to his feet, extending a hand if she needed help to stand. ❝ Aberdeen should still be in the kitchen at this hour. She should be able to make a meal for you there. Please, Anna, you can’t go to bed on an empty stomach. ❞

@annastrxng

#annastrxng #food mention tw #violence mention tw #( 𝑶𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 ; threads (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( I've been meaning to reply to this ask but ahhh the feeellssss ) #( this was amde with the beta text editor as well btw )

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anonymous asked : t.hree.some meme: hewlett with ben and patience alkdnaskjndjkanfjnf

Tell me who you think my character should have a t.hree.some with. / @honorhearted​ & @retrograderesemblance -- still accepting

      𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞’𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, her own interests, and any ideas that were spoken about between them about the topic of intimacy, but he had never been as surprised as he was now at the suggestion of the Patriot Major being involved with Patience’s and his private matters. 

       ❝ I… ❞ he found himself stunned by the question already as his hand stayed still--too still--on the desk. Intimacy was still a sensitive topic for him. He still blushed, stammered, and felt the familiar boyhood embarrassment tangle in his stomach. By all accounts, he still felt as if he was a novice to the act- no, rather, to the world of intimacy. ❝ I.. will have to decline that suggestion. ❞ Was it common for a man to share his wife with another man? No, no it wouldn’t and it couldn’t be. If Ben was the God-fearing man he believed him to be, he would feel the same.

#asks #anon #anonymous #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( Now that I know you exist how do I not love you? ; Patience (( Hewlett )) #// suggestive #religion mention tw #( Eddy's going through a religious crisis with this lmao ) #( like 'UH DO PEOPLE DO THIS' ) #( his icon here cracks me up because it looks like a suitable reaction image ) #( thanks for tormenting Hewlett!! )

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honorhearted asked : 👂 For whichever muse of yours you'd like (about Ben, obviously lol)!

Send 👂 and my muse will answer these questions about your muse. / @honorhearted​ -- accepting

Do they think they are a bad person?: “Well, he is certainly an enemy to the British Army, a rebel no doubt in his beliefs, but aside from that: no, I don’t believe it is right to call Benjamin Tallmadge a bad person. I’ve seen more barbaric people that violence outweighs that of the Major. Mr. Tallmadge at least takes fairness and mortality into consideration for his actions.“

Do they think they’re a good person?: “Good is subjective. I disagree with his beliefs, but from what I’ve observed of the Major, he is a gentleman.“ (It hurts his brain to call him a “good person with his whole rebel belief).

Do they find them attractive?:  “Oh heavens no. Ben is agreeable to the right company, but not to my eye.“

Are they a friend or foe?:  “A foe, but I would wish to stray from a battle with the man if avoidable.” (Hewlett wishes he could call him a friend but the war makes this whole friend or foe discussion complicated).

Save or kill?:  “I believe Ben deserves to be met with mercy, but if he ever wishes to strike on Setauket and to hold it under his control than that of the King, violent action will be taken.”

Kiss or diss?: “I would politely decline.”

#asks #honorhearted #( slowly getting his voice back so he may sound off here ) #( buuuut you get Hewlett and I was thinking this is for the book club thread they have going on ) #( when he's in the Patriot camp after his capture and they talk more ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( thanks for sending this in ! )

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unyieldingvalxr asked : 💎 - to try to steal something from your muse.  Philomena Cheer stealing from Hewlett???? 

Misc Action Memes. / @unyieldingvalxr​ -- slowly accepting

      𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. There were moments in his military career when sleep was hard to come by; days when all he could do was stare at the ceiling in the morning, so tired and worn, to where it was a tiring task in itself to rip the sheets off of his body. But the chance to see a star-filled sky, the relief of retiring to his office after a hearty dinner, and a chance to meet some of the good people of Setauket strengthened his movements. Now, in this dreary room and in this house that was too big for a single person, it wasn’t the same. He would come across many forgetful faces in his day-to-day work, there was no incentive to try to make conversation with his fellow officers when he learned of their gossiping behind his back. He was too naive to notice when he was in Setauket that he resembled somewhat of a respectable figure than a man who took a beloved dead man’s job. 

      Also, there was a noticeable difference. Edmund wasn’t needed anymore; his purpose was already spent as real intelligence hardly trickled in by this turn in the war. The King was losing and loyalists were already packing their belongings for a trip across the pond to Britain or its neighboring countries.

      He climbed the stairs to his office and the wood under his feet creaked at every step. He tucked a book in between his arm, pressing it tightly to his side as he took each step until he reached the top. His job had grown so boring and his days had been drawn out so long that he decided to fall back into his habit of reading. In Whitehall, he found the time to read, but it was minimal in comparison to now. All he had to do was forge intelligence reports to almost prove his position was worthy.

      As he walked down the long hallway, he paused before twisting the knob of the door. Yes, he always shut the door when he left, but he swore he could hear shuffling inside. If it was a rat running across the floor, he imagined it would be much quieter in the daytime. No, this was someone and Edmund’s stomach clenched at the idea of his ruse being found out. Somehow, someone saw through his forged reports, and spotted the inconsistency of the claims, despite intelligence being mostly word of mouth most times. He only feared the worst.

      He opened the door and his eyes fell upon not one of his officers, but rather, a blonde head of curls of a woman. Surely, if someone was sent here to tell him of his double-crossing, it would be a man dressed in red. Arnold or Clinton for that matter and the secrecy surrounding it would be worthless. But not Philomena Cheer.

       ❝ Miss Cheer. ❞ One could hear a huff in between his words as his mouth twisted into a small frown. ❝ What is the meaning of this? ❞ Edmund was sure that Miss. Cheer hadn’t reached out to him beforehand to meet with him, which only made him wonder why she stood on the other side of his desk. Exactly where he would stand if they were in a meeting.

#asks #unyieldingvalxr #( it's been a bit since I wrote Hewlett so trying to get used to his character again ) #( Sorry for the wait on this! ) #( I've been trying to focus more on threads ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( he's a big ol' emolett in s4 )

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honorhearted asked : 👀 + Ben for Lydia :' )

Send me 👀 + a character name and i’ll bold all that applies. / @honorhearted​​ -- accepting

i would compliment them  /  i would hug them  /  i would hold them ( *looks at our angst thread*)  /  i would lift them  /  i would let them lift me  /  i would nuzzle them  /  i would caress their cheek  /  i would wrestle with them (playfully... unless?)  /  i would stare into their eyes  /  i would admire their body  /  i would kiss them on the cheek  /  i would kiss them on the lips  /  i would kiss them on the neck  /  i would sit on their lap  /  i would let them sit on my lap  /  i would rest my head on their lap  /  i would let them rest their head on my lap  /  i would steal their clothes (his jacket!)  /  i would let them steal my clothes  /  i would cook food for them  /  i would steal food from them  /  i would let them steal my food  /  i would share a drink with them  /  i would talk to them all night  /  i would laugh at their bad jokes  /  i would play footsies with them  /  i would cuddle with them  /  i would spoon with them  /  i would sleep next to them  /  i would hold their hand  /  i would pet their hair  /  i would let them pet my hair  /  i would give them a massage (because Ben needs one tbh)  /  i would let them give me a massage  /  i would bath or shower with them  /  i would make out with them  /  i would give them hickeys  /  i would let them give me hickeys  /  i would pin them  /  i would let them pin me  /  i would touch them  /  i would let them touch me  /  i would have sex with them  /  i would be gentle  /  i would be rough (if Ben wanted her to)  /  i would let them be gentle  /  i would let them be rough

#asks #honorhearted #// suggestive #( 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ; asks (( lydia )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Lydia ) #( There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword ; Ben (( Lydia )) #( if you didn't specify I was going to fuck with you and put Hewlett or Rogers for this ) #( get a room you simps ) #( I like how almost all of this is bolded lmao ) #( thanks for sending this in ! )

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anonymous asked : The only t.hree.some Hewlett should have is between himself, a cup of madeira and the word of God. T.HREEW.AYS ARE FOR SINNERS, EDMUND. THERE NEEDS TO BE ENOUGH ROOM FOR THE LORD IN BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR LADIES.

Tell me who you think my character should have a t.hree.some with. -- accepting

       Mother, please, I’m busy

#asks #anon #anonymous #( crack ) #// suggestive #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( Hewlett vc: mom pls leave my garrison ) #religion mention tw #( thanks for sending this in! ) #( he's trying to cure his v.irginness )

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anonymous asked : Hewlett: Lizard Man

Come into my inbox and give my muse a pet name/nickname. They will respond with whether they approve or not. -- accepting

       ❝ I find that to be terribly offensive. ❞ He almost prefers Oyster Major for once.

#asks #anon #anonymous #( Hewlett always gave me frog vibes for some reason ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( thanks for sending this in ! )

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forevermonsters asked : "I hav'a great idea. How 'bout I set ya and yer wig on fire 'ight now?" // to edmund from lechlan

Unprompted asks. / @forevermonsters​ -- accepting

       ❝ For what reason? ❞

#asks #forevermonsters #fire cw #fire mention tw #( lmao he's so confused and offended ) #( NOT MY WIG!!!!! ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( I would've written a longer response but I'm in a crack mood today for some reason ) #( thanks for sending this in lmao )

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annastrxng asked : 💒 Annlett?

Send me 💒 and I’ll plan our muse’s wedding. / @annastrxng​​​ -- accepting

How did our muses get engaged? Hewlett brought it up after a night star gazing in the heat of the moment, not realizing what he said at first but he felt it was straight from his heart and genuine. He didn’t expect Anna was going to agree, believing he might’ve overstepped at first with how short it’s been since her husband was gone.

How long were they engaged before they got married? I would say a reasonable time, it didn’t matter to him how long he had to wait for the wedding, only that they were actually going to get married. A few months maybe?

Who is in the wedding party? I’d imagine it’s probably relevantly small, Abe was invited but he didn’t show up because he's a jealous cabbage patch boy. Richard is there, maybe Mary and Thomas, but it was a small gathering of some of Hewlett’s friends (like Wakefield for example), and whoever Anna wanted to invite.

What is the wedding venue? This is going to be a bit of a drift from t.urn’s canon but it’s the garrison, all cleaned up and decorated for their wedding. Then maybe they have a party at Whitehall afterward.

What are our muses wearing? Hewlett is wearing his military uniform with a special pin on his jacket for the event, Anna is wearing her best dress.

What’s the theme/aesthetic? There is some floral decorating in the garrison but the mood is happy and joyful for Hewlett & Anna but I feel like there is some tense feeling there with Richard’s dislike of Anna, Abe’s jealousy, Mary’s disagreement with Anna and her actions, and some of the community’s view of her. 

A special gift that my muse gives to yours before the wedding: Hewlett gave Anna a bracelet & a bouquet and sent one of his men to give it to her, wishing to adhere to the tradition of seeing the bride on the wedding day.

Where are they going on their honeymoon? Scotland maybe? Or York City for a visit? They might travel to both places with Hewlett wishing to speak to Andre for a moment before going to visit his family in Scotland. He mostly wants to show Anna some of the views there and have her meet his family.

#asks #annastrxng #( you already know this is my otp from t.urn so I'm more than happy to fill this out ) #( I'm imagining this is the wedding that actually goes through lmao ) #( thanks for sending this in ! ) #( 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 ; asks (( Hewlett )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Hewlett ) #( 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂 ; Anna (( Hewlett ))