#pagetreader

[retrograderesemblance]

@pagetreader

"Don't fret about..." Robert's voice trailed off, unsure exactly how he was to broach the subject of their expected intimacy. It wasn't a detail he cared to dwell on longer than necessary, not when what he'd done for Margaret was out of mercy rather than affection. Still, he harbored little interest in engaging in such an act when he felt on the verge of collapse from their never-ending errands and travels of the day, even if such had been the finalization of their marriage.

"It's just for the night. No need making ourselves too comfortable."

He averted his eyes toward the floorboards, not wishing to stare, not wishing to disrupt her comfort. He'd gained a wife from the arrangement, though he felt more as if he'd gained a shadow.

"Do you need assistance?" There weren't servants here - there wouldn't be servants from now onwards - and he couldn't help wondering if that was what brought about his wife's hesitation to undress.

#mariage blanc #pagetreader #townsend x peggy #it was an ordinary queue full of ordinary things

[honorhearted]

And I, I'll wrap myself Around your heart I'll be the walls of his heart And I, I'll keep a light on To call you back home @pagetreader

#okay to rebagel #you had a stinky day SO YOU GET A STINKY EDIT <3 lol #i mean you've seen this in vid form #but here have this since it's more complete #anyway i aggravated my arm making this so i might as well put it in the t.ags #through a glass darkly #pagetreader #ben x rebekah #benjamin tallmadge #ben tallmadge #ben x oc #my stoofs

[ecliipsed]

@pagetreader said: you haven't been able to take your eyes off of me. (Gwen)

↣ INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, genuine in the sentiment, but his voice sounds more tired than remorseful. He is, though. Marcos isn't a rude person, and he doesn't like to be. "It's just been a long day, you know? The last thing I expected was to have someone literally swinging in like that." Maybe he should have at this point in his life, but there was always something to surprise him. Besides, he'd heard about these kids, but he'd never seen them.

#i hope this is okay uwu #pagetreader #« &. answered »

[aworldofyou]

@pagetreader replied to this post:  Yes please give me a rant about what was done right plz and ty <333333

         I think the REAL question is, what was done WRONG? Everythign in Twilight universe about the wolves ( very obviously omitting the Jacob Imprinting fiasco) was absolutely PERFECT. in order to start this rant or rave, i need to find a STARTING point to what was RIGHT. Because - everything was perfection.

#pagetreader #[ out of character. ] just a shitpost

[curseconsumed]

❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am. ❞

(Nikolai @ Clara)

@pagetreader

Clara frowned, eyeing him with visible distaste. "Then that makes you what, exactly? A c.owboy? Some uncouth, vapid little h.ighwayman?"

Jedediah Boyd could be cruel in his punishments, but he wasn't stupid. A match of this magnitude -- or in Nikolai's case, low depths -- must've posed some sort of benefit to the older man, given how Charlotte had been spared of this in favor of herself. But then, no one ever said no to dearest Lottie.

Folding her arms, Clara crossed from one end of the room to the other, stewing in frustration. "I don't intend to have your children," she finally said. "My grandmother nearly died pushing out Father's fat head, so I imagine your squalling brats would be much the same. Or at least, I'm judging by the large sense of self-importance you must surely possess."

#pagetreader #a contentious match

[emcads]

@pagetreader the pirate queen sneezes ––  almost deceptively quiet & sweet –– then breaks into self-admonishing laughter. the unique circumstances that arrive when cuddling one of the king's men. ❛❛ Theo, I think the powder on your wig –– ❜❜ she's interrupted by another sneeze, louder & unladylike this time.

#pagetreader #pagetreader: theo #why does she torture herself by sleeping with white boys like this

[undxroos]

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS ⤻  / @pagetreader do i know you? (Gwen; Post NWH?)

There were several times since he became Spider-Man where time s l o w e d , where he could sense everything. Sometimes though . . . things were different.                                                 He was numb.

The hair on the back of his next stood up and his eyes widened. NO ONE KNEW HIM. His entire body tensed and he knew he was holding his breath. The hand that was in the pocket of his coat gripped his apartment keys before letting them go immediately, he wasn’t about to pay for another replacement so soon. NO ONE KNEW HIM. Peter turned and he still couldn’t breath. NO ONE KNEW HIM.

❝ I’m sorry, ❞ his brows pulled together and he finally let out a heavy breath despite how tight his chest was.

The girl that spoke to him was pretty, her blonde hair would and features would stand out . . . he would have remembered seeing her before.

#//GONNA GIVE MY BOY A HEART ATTACK #pagetreader #🕷 ask ━━ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ◦

[wiedzmacienia]

@pagetreader (cabbage man)

the witch turns to block the man, she thinks one of the tavern man's friends, before his arms encase her back. thrusts her leg out and knocks him to the ground. not using magic. no, she doesn't need to waste magic on him, or the tavern man which comes toward her to help his friend. confirmation of her previous thought. she's been keenly aware of being followed into the woods, perhaps even expected it at some point considering the attitudes of those which had bore witness to her action a week before. most men did not react well to being challenged upon a good day and reacted worse when a woman dared to do so. it's forced her to delay her plans for this night, to send word of delay toward those she had intended to meet. she's distracted for a moment by the man coming toward her, an opening given the man gaining his footing as he offers a lucky blow to her leg, knocking her to the ground for a moment as she blinks at the way the wind is knocked out of her.

the best laid plans could find themselves torn asunder. she understands such with a keen foreknowledge. she remembers rozlogi. remembers flames as they licked stone. remembers men's bodies as they lay upon in the bailey. she remembers the face of a man in devastation, and the face of one in relief as blood dripped from his sword and crimson reflected from her hair and dried upon her body. she remembers who was taken and what had ensued when she'd faced the wretched witch in her mountain hovel. disruption to plans was not the be unexpected. always be prepared. seek your vantage points. scout the land. embody your senses, acquaint them to the energy around you, attune them when developing a convergence point so that you might know within moment's notice when something is disrupted. always a teacher zalan had been. lessons upon lessons, broken to be rebuilt. where had these lessons gone that night when the castle had been taken? when she had bore witness to a fall, body struck with silver cast down from the tower and all sense of reason had left her mind? a plan taken flight in the wind, cast into the storm and that whom they had been bid to protect lost-- temporary as it had been.

vigilance, in a world turned upside down, was paramount. vigilance after the tavern was sheer common sense. her plans had been stalled by a week's passage. tensions risen and katarzyna had half a mind to abandon the endeavor completely though she'd followed through upon this night after all. she did not wish to cause problems for the family who had taken her in, providing knowledge and shelter in a world where suspicions appeared toward everything new and unknown. it's the heart of the family, their honor, their spirit in remembrance which keeps them loyal in trying times when to bring her into their home could spell disaster. 'dear child, we can not live with them, for if one of us is discovered we all may be.' her mother had spoken such words for her so long prior, haunting, and yet a contradiction to many years of peaceful life. a peaceful life which had been obliterated by pain and anguish. perhaps she had been right in the end and it casts a shudder through the golden haired witch upon the memory. the family catherine lis stayed with held no true allegiance to the british, them but a consequence of changing territories. but for her to remain when such attentions were wrought upon her? it was perhaps unwise yet she needed the final piece of the puzzle. needed to meet with those she had intended upon this night.

the witch rolls over when one of them attempts to grab her leg, kicks up and sends both men off balance with blows to their throats. they weren't fighters, not really and she might be small but filled with plenty of frustrated anger. they'd delayed her plans and what? thought they could teach her some kind of lesson? the girl with the strange accent with no true ties to speak of. she doesn't dwell on the kind of lesson. she doesn't seek to murder them outright. but oh, how wrong they were. wrong upon so many fronts that it was laughable.

the moon is high in the sky, filtering through the trees casting shadows across the ground. she's nearly tempted, to let the shadows within her which itch to come out engulf the men but a crunch of leaves in the distance catches her ocean hues. had she been mistaken when she'd opened her senses to the world. had there been three within these men's party and not two? foot meets one of the man's heads, not enough to truly maim him but enough to knock him unconscious. the other man rolls over, attempting to gain his footing. she's not actually concerned with him and for the brief moment it takes him to rise she allows her gaze to dart through the woods and fall upon-- cabbage man? head tilts to the side, mind searching for answers to this strange turn of events. she decides quickly, though she does not know the man well they have spoken and he had not been unkind, that he was not in union with these men. had he followed her though? to what end? or had he followed them? or just happened upon chaos on this night?

"i would think you would have learned when i broke your nose, or-- from your sleepy friend there that it is unwise to--" kasia is speaking to the man who attempts to make another move against her, undeterred by the cabbage man's presence and she wonders if the man simply planned to harm him too. she's heard things, rumors that some thought the other man a coward for actions months prior. for leaving his enlistment. and while perhaps she held her own views about vows to causes, she could not fault him for seeking to aid sickly family. that was not without honor either. to aid the defenseless or the sickly. she is no stranger to being condemned for such an action be it not the same. her words are cut off by the man who throws his weight into trying to move against her. she sees his footing, his error and simply pushes out at him sending him stumbling into a tree. "you picked a fine night to go for a nightly stroll cabbage man."

there's a jarring kind of amusement to the woman's tone as she looks upon the cabbage man. then a sigh when the other man moves again. enough of this, honestly. how foolish could some men be? she wonders though then considers he had likely given in to the drink. that had colored a many man's dark intentions over the years. he attempts to charge forward again however everything shifts from there in rapid succession. the man is plucked into the air by some unseen force mid-movement, her expression changing quickly into surprise. had her delay caused those she had intended to meet to seek her out? no-- no, there was too much darkness in the air suddenly, ebbing, projecting from whatever force was being used and it strikes her with a worried sort of horror that whatever was out here may have been watching too, may have already come from those waiting for her not far from their current spot. she can not dwell upon this however. or the fact that that all things considered she should not worry about the human's fate when so much rode upon this night. he was inconsequential to her cause. perhaps to some of the townsfolk too.

yet-- when blurred creature moves toward him next, there is no hesitation when the witch unleashes her shadows from her and sends them around the wrath, shielding the cabbage man. she also does not give him time to present horror at her own action. her hurried footfalls bring her to him within seconds, all this having transpired within less than a minute, gripping at his arm as she instructs him to come with her. there's a little creak not far from there. running water and while she may not know exactly what this ghostly creature is, she holds enough knowledge that it may have issue with crossing such a thing. in the least, if she is correct, it may grant time to figure out what forces were truly at play.

#pagetreader #pagetreader (abe); thread 001 #THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT FOR THEM #v; main #time period; raise a glass to the revolution

[dreadwxlf]

@pagetreader sent: i saw you in my dreams every night. (Halani)

~ The sight of her is a shock; not only because he never expected her to track him down once more, but because Halani is very obviously pregnant. He looks her up and down silently, eyes wide. Was it his? ~

~ Of course it is, you fool, a voice in the back of his mind spat. Why would she track you down while carrying a stranger's babe? They had been careless after seeing each for the first time after two years. Halani was dying, and he was weak. Solas had fled in shame the next morning, leaving only a note that wished her well, but explaining they had no future together (he knew, had she awoken before him, he would have stayed). ~

~ "...Why are you here? " he asked in a voice barely above a whisper. He dreaded the answer, though he knew it already. ~

#~{angst time <3}~ #inside the fade ~ rp #pregnancy tw #halani tbt #felt the whole world change ~ solavellan #verse ~ dread wolf rises #letters ~ ask #pagetreader

[witcheyedcrow]

@pagetreader liked the kiss-y starter call

It was the first time someone was taking care of her out of free will, not because of money, not because of fear, and Ada was thoroughly enjoying that feeling of warmth, trying to get every last drop of it before she'd be inevitably asked to leave. It would be soon, surely. And that evening she had stayed out while it rained to enjoy that little new experience as well, her little smile impossible to wipe out even as Abraham convinced her to go back inside and tried to help her dry up so she wouldn't get pneumonia. And when he did, when he came close enough to help - he always helped - and she thought again that he'd soon tell her to go, Ada took another opportunity to do something different, glancing at his lips to gauge his reaction before leaning in to close the distance with a soft kiss.

#okay I had to come up with SOMETHING I hope it's not too godmodd-y because I can't imagine Ada just leaping across the room to kiss him lmao #he'd have to be close enough for it to happen #pagetreader #v. turn #closed starter #rain kiss #LET'S DO THIS

[sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins]

( Ensign Baker ; continued )

        ❝ The Magistrate is with the Major, miss, ❞ Oliver supplied with as much detail as he could provide, which was slim. ❝ What business you have with the Magistrate should be dealt with at a later date. ❞

        Her answer intrigued him and he raised an eyebrow, pondering if he misinterpreted her words or if that was exactly what he was hearing. He stood tall and looked down at her, keeping his voice firm. ❝ Madam, I can assure you we are having a civil conversation here. Major Hewlett ordered me to not allow entry to any civilians. ❞

@pagetreader

#pagetreader #( 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏 ; threads (( Baker )) #( 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; Baker ) #( Sorry for the wait! Just moved this to a new post to track the thread ) #( since rpthreadtracker screws up with posts that have multiple replies ) #( queue )

[retrograderesemblance]

@pagetreader continued from x

She half yelped, drawing her hands away when Isaac stirred under the prodding of the forceps, but then her hands returned, her touch more forceful now, fretting he might jolt awake and spoil his surgery.

"Do they normally do that?" She asked quietly to no one in particular. Elias was still making his own aimless comments, perhaps to steady his hands, perhaps to settle both their nerves; she wasn't sure.

It seemed to Molly that her father was one of the few men in town who hadn't previously seen warfare. When it came to men like Mr. Abbot or Reverend Tallmadge or even Lucas Brewster, any of them she'd prefer to go to for aid in moments like this. She knew her father, if he was still breathing, would be useless in this area, though, then again, he was useless in most areas.

“ I need to prepare the sutures, Molly dear. Go ahead and put pressure there until I’m ready. As much as ye can. In a moment I’ll tell ye what to do next. ” She nodded, using her apron to keep her hands from slipping as she pressed down firmly on Isaac's side, gritting her teeth from the exertion. She took some consolation in the fact that his skin was warm, though she couldn't feel his pulse so easily. Molly found herself silently recounting the Lord's Prayer. She wasn't one to turn to prayer, especially not when she believed her own woes were nothing worth pestering the Lord about, but these weren't her woes, they were Isaac's, they were his father's, and there was comfort in the repetition of the words, "Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven..."

Her brow furrowed when Elias instructed her to grab the horn of gunpowder, but even when her confusion showed plainly on her face, she followed his orders, her hands not trembling as badly now when she held the blade to the flame. She knew the basics of cauterizing wounds, but she'd never seen it done this way, and the crackle the gunpowder made in Isaac's wound, and the terrible cry he groaned, made her tense, made her wish to jump back, to fall to her knees and cry at the brutality of it all.

“ Oh, quiet, ye blasted fool. Ye brought this on yerself. " She agreed with the statement, even if the reason for his foolery was for a different reason. “Thank ye for the help, dear. I’m sure it wasn’t how ye planned to spend yer night, patchin’ up my moronic son. ”

She managed to scoff a soft laugh; the sentiment was faux, but it helped, even just a little. "Thank you." She meant it, she knew he'd be dead if she'd been left to her own devices. "I doubt anyone else in town would have the sense to... well..." She swallowed. "He'll be all right then?"

#farewells can be shattering but returns are surely worse #pagetreader #// we love a good rdr.2 suture reference akndjkafj #i literally haven't seen it done that way anywhere else but my mind is always like #????? i'm glad that worked xD

[honorhearted]

While meant as an opportunity for allies to speak of financial affairs and tactical efforts concerning the war, this modest but lively party was also an excuse for comradery and the temporary distraction of potential romance – and perhaps for some lucky women, a chance to land a husband. The latter mattered little to Cecily, who preferred her freedom for however long it would last. 

The rules were rather simple, if not unconventional. Every woman present began the night with a red cravat in her possession, meant to be wrapped around the neck of the man of her choosing. The two would then serve as companions for the evening festivities. This included dancing, games, and a dinner. While it was not on par with what the pompous Tories were currently enjoying at their tables, the meal was far preferable to fire cakes and stews made up of whatever could be scrounged in the nearby woods. 

Normally, Cecily found fête engagements, with their customs and rituals, to be tedious and mundane, but tonight promised more opportunities for hijinks and spontaneity. All she needed to do was find herself the right partner. 

Ceremoniously, the men were instructed to stand at the opposite end of the room while music meant for idle chatter was played. Like beaming and giggling cats, the women crossed the space between as though they were cats that had caught sight of grounded birds. Some Women had their hearts set on specific choices, immediately placing the red cravats upon their suitor’s necks with glimmering eyes. Others took their time, sizing up the men carefully as they made their decisions. Then there were those who were already married, seeking out their husbands in the crowd with familiar fondness. 

Cecily, having no particular physical choice in mind, was determined to pin the most suitable type for her plans. That’s when she spotted him, the soldier with fine hair the color of cinnamon and crushed Autumn leaves and kind eyes. His expression was unassuming and perhaps even a little nervous. 

Perfect. 

With a fiendish little smile and a twinkle in her eyes, she approached him lithely and wrapped the red cravat around his neck, gently but firmly tugging him forward to meet her. 

“I think you should do rather nicely, sir,” she said through dimpled cheeks, “Tell me, might you enjoy causing trouble?” 

Tie a red ribbon around my muse’s neck to claim them as your V.alentine. @pagetreader

This wasn't what Benjamin should be doing. Yes, it was true that he'd been invited -- all o.fficers and s.oldiers alike had been encouraged to attend this celebratory gathering -- and yet that didn't change how guilty he felt for partaking in carousing, good cheer, and bountiful f.ood when so many were starving and unable to care for their families.

Shoulders hunkering, he remained perched along the outskirts, his back to the wall and his eyes darting in between each fawning, giggling woman milling amongst the menfolk. In many ways, it felt like a cruelty to flirt when there was no guarantee for tomorrow. A romance, though appealing, would serve for nothing other than heartache.

That was when she spotted him -- a young woman with bright, mischievous eyes, and hair that shone like burnished gold within the flickering candlelight. Akin to the dancing shadows on the wall, Benjamin's heart stammered and wavered inside his chest, his pulse leaping once he confirmed that yes, she was seeking him out amidst the melee. Despite his initial instinct to shrink away from her touch, he remained stock-still against the wall, his hands tensing once she rose to fasten the red cravat around his throat.

“I think you should do rather nicely, sir,” she purred. When she smiled at him, a pair of charming dimples emerged within her cheeks. “Tell me, might you enjoy causing trouble?” 

"I...suppose that depends upon your definition," he fumbled. "I've been c.ourt-martialed over the years, and yet I also prefer not to stay out past eleven."

Why had he said that? In his own backwards, clumsy manner, Benjamin supposed he'd been joking, and yet as he gaped back into the woman's bewitching stare, he found himself incapable of true wit.

"Um..." Mouth dry, he cleared his throat and offered her his hand. "Major B.enjamin T.allmadge, at your service, Miss. Or at least, to my understanding I'm now at liberty to escort you for the evening...should you not deem this the biggest mistake of your life, of course." He flashed a lopsided smile. "Or at least, the biggest mistake of the evening."

She was quite pretty, and yet the thought of becoming friendly left him ill at ease. Didn't having someone to fight for make b.attle all the more terrifying?

#pagetreader #red ribbon of fate

[smiletimeisrunningout]

@pagetreader "i've never done anything like that before." (Baker) for intimate pillow talk meme!

She wished she was as confident as she had been a little earlier while more in her element, but now that it was over Emma was actually hesitating. There was something about him that made her want to take care of him as if he was fragile - how ironic, considering - and that was enough to make her unsure. Her lips trailed along his jaw, and she placed a little kiss on his neck, below his ear. "Are you alright? I mean... are you... still happy that you have done it? With me?"

#what HAS SHE DONE lmao #no but whether he's talking about a first time in general or a first time trying something the answer is the same #because she's like noooo you are too good for me damn it don't let me do things to you! #pagetreader #thank you for sending I'm so happy #answered

[aworldofyou]

"You come here to stable your horse? We can do that, but if you're buying you are gonna have to talk to the boss inside."

starter call for Wanahton / Clara Cassidy, @pagetreader

#pagetreader #[ wanahton / ic interactions ] i have many questions and no time to ask them. #[ wanahton / v: red dead redemption ] we did not ask for this and yet we must endure or we will die. #[ wanahton ] what does it mean?

[laviexenrose-a]

Her attention had been stolen for a moment -- a blink of an eye -- but it was enough time for little Henri to disappear amidst the bustling crowd of the market that early misty morning. Stopped in her tracks, Isabelle turned her head in every direction, calling out for him, but to no avail. With so much activity and movement, trying to spot him was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he was quite small for a boy his age. 

She was sure she knew where he could be found and hurried towards the fruit stands. When Isabelle saw he wasn’t there, the initial panic she fought to hold at bay washed over her. Drawing in a deep breath, she told herself to remain calm. He could not have wandered far, but then where on Earth was he? 

Weaving through the crowd, she mumbled polite apologies to those she nearly ran into and hurriedly helped another woman gather the vegetables back into the basket she’d knocked right out of her hands. To those she knew and encountered, Isabelle asked if they’d seen Henri. With every ‘no, I haven’t seen the boy’, her heart sank further and further, desperation growing as a tightness formed in her chest. 

Finally, she broke down into tears, terrified and unsure of where else to search or what to do. * . ⊹ @pagetreader

#pagetreader #// here we gooo #i hope this is okay! #you obviously don't have to match length <3 #v: time after time #isabelle x william