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Blog Roll

da-peretola  Zoroaster Da Peretola

Historic/Da Vinci’s Demons canon Status: Active

a-vulparia  Charity Lark

Fandomless OC Status: Semi-active

silverxsmith  Paul Revere

Historic/Sons of Liberty canon Status: Hiatus

majorjpitcairn John Pitcairn

Historic/Sons of Liberty canon Status: Inactive

hhornblower Horatio Hornblower

Hornblower canon Status: Inactive

ofjustinian Archie Kennedy/Thomas Clayton

Hornblower canon Status: Inactive

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//Hi guys. I’m still alive. I promise I haven’t forgotten my boys here. I’ve just been having a bit of a rough time lately and very muse for anyone, most of all the four attached to this account. And having little muse and lots of drafts is a bit stressful. 

I’m going to try to get back here soon, I promise. At least to Paul if no one else. I’m going to try not to have to drop anything on any of them, but at this point, I can’t promise anything. I hope you all with understand.

This affects Paul, John, Horatio, and Archie/Clayton. It also affects Charity to an extent and Zo, but you’re more likely to see me on one of them. I’m so, so sorry guys. 

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//So, I might be a little sparse on here for the next week or so. Huge project is huge. And not getting any smaller, so it’s looking like I’ll be working a lot of overtime, then this weekend, I’m going on a little mini vacation with the fiance and some friends. I’ll be around on mobile, and be on Skype for rping (since I’d prolly go crazy without it. xD), but anything longer is going to have to wait for a bit. 

I apologize in advance, guys. Please bear with me and I promise I’ll get drafts here and on all my other muses done.

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@mcnsieur from here 

He knew full well that Philippe was upset. How could he not? And he knew why. But there wasn’t much the smith could do about it. He was fond of the prince, more than fond really, but his place was in Boston, at his forge. He had spent so much of his life trying to build up the forge, to make it worth a damn and to live up to his father’s legacy. He couldn’t abandon it. Not even for Philippe. 

He sighed, moving to kneel down by the side of the tub. “I know. And I have an idea what’s upset you so much.” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind the other’s ear. “Talk to me, Monsieur.”

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//I actually do have some drafts done for all the boys, but they’re all handwritten. So I need to find time to type them up. Hopefully soon. I’m so sorry guys.

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//All of my muses are still being rather difficult, so longer things are a little harder for me to get to. I’m going to keep working on them, I promise. Weekends are the best time for me to work and write since I’m working full time now, so I’ll hopefully get to most of the backlog by then.

Thank you all so much for being so patient with me. I really do appreciate it. 

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Updated draft count:

Paul: 2 John: 4 Horatio: 2 Archie/Thomas: 4

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fightertothecore:

Sam sat in her corner and tried to resist the urge to take out her phone.  She refused to let the damn thing become a security blanket!  She needed to suck it up and deal with what was happening.  Pulling her mind away from the device in her pocket, she focused her eyes on what the others in the shop were doing.  Sam suspected she’d be given the menial tasks eventually…not that she minded.  Hell - ignoring the fact that being thrown backwards in time sucked ass - things could’ve turned out SO much worse.  

She didn’t stay exactly in the corner as instructed, but did her very best to keep out of everyone’s way.  She’d read Johnny Tremain in school…and although she remembered next to nothing about the book’s plot, she did remember the horrible silver-smithing accident that had ruined the main character’s hand, crippling him for life.

After awhile, the red-head’s gaze settled and remained on Paul - a man straight out of every history book she’d ever had in school - made famous by a poem she still remembered bits and pieces of after having to memorize it during her senior year of high school.  Everything she remembered said he was ‘one of the good guys’…and she hoped to hell that was the case.  Unthinking, her hand moved up to finger the pendant now resting against her skin as she paced.

Sitting perfectly still had never been something the woman did well…she was far to active…and she hadn’t done any of her exercises that morning.  Absentmindedly, she wondered if jogging was a ‘thing’ in the 1700s.  Would she draw too much attention running through the streets like that?  She’d need to work off the nerves and the energy and the fear somehow…the question was, how?

The girl was pacing. 

He could see her out of the corner of his eye, even though he was trying to focus on his work. He’d have no luck of it until she settled down, he knew it, so he eventually sighed and raised his head, catching her eye before waiving her over to him. 

He’d find something for her to do. Work bellows or, maybe better, polish some of the shaped pieces so they were ready and could be finished. Either way, it’d give her something to do so she could stop fidgeting.

Nothing Much to Lose - Paul & Sam

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divinethief:

“As you like,” he agrees, taking a sip of ale. “Refresh my mind on the rules? I haven’t played in a year or two.” Truly, this is a magnificent turn of events. A gentleman of friendly disposition, a brewing revolution, and his men enjoying the pretty lasses for hire of the town.

Paul smiles at him over the rim of his cup, then sets it down to hake up the cards and shuffle. Quickly, he recounts the rules, simple enough for them to play casually, and begins to deal them. Finally, looking over his cards, he asks. “How long will you and your men be staying?”

● I’ll Smuggle You a Smile ● Paul & Balthazar

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eaterofnightmares:

For a moment Alejandro simply watched the other man in silence.  Curiosity…but also fear were on his face.  No surprise there.  What he was suggesting was currently illegal…and punishable by death.  Damn the Christians and their backwards views on love and pleasure.  But he didn’t press.  The decision was Paul’s to make, and Alejandro had little need for seduction.  He only offered as a way to make their interactions more enjoyable.

“They are written,” he replied with a chuckle, gesturing to the desk and several letters written in various languages.  “Should you like to have someone verify their contents before I seal and address them, I promise not to be offended.  This one is in Greek, this one Italian, another in Spanish, and a fourth in Dutch.”  

Paul glanced toward the letters, blinking in surprise. How had he managed to get so distracted that he had let it slip his mind? He looked for a long moment at the foreign writing, then cleared his throat. “That... won’t be necessary,” he answered, shaking his head. He hoped not, at least. It would take a lot of doing to find someone to read them and verify, after all. 

Trying to recover, he nodded toward the tent flap. “Speak with William Dawes or Tim Kelly. They can direct you on how to help. And come to me when you need to feed.”

What Not To Fear - Paul & Alejandro

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mcnsieur:

He gave a soft, if somewhat rumbling chuckle, kissing Philippe deeply for a moment longer. His lips pressed softly to the other’s neck, smiling gently against his skin. A hand stroked down to Philippe’s hip, gripping lightly. “How much more?” he murmured. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Philippe.”

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therapardalis:

Thera glanced up as Paul started clattering about, shot him a quick smile when she had the chance. He might be a little awkward at the moment, but she appreciated him helping where he could.

And then - “Ah.” A small chuckle, “Yes, of course. And …” She gave a sigh, of the kind that should have realised something a lot sooner than this, “You’re not going to go so well cutting your meat, are you? Hold on …”

She served up his part of the meal, taking a moment to cut the steak into strips; not bite size, but manageable as they were. “It’s amazing how much you take for granted until you can’t do it for a while.”

He wasn’t really all that fond of someone else having to help him. He did have a good bit of pride, and a stubborn streak a mile wide. But hurting his arm even more was probably not the smartest idea. So he just sat and let her get his food for him, offering an embarrassed, but polite smile and nod. 

“It is,” he answered, still feeling a little awkward about not being able to fully take care of himself. “It’s certainly made me appreciate the use of both of my hands more than I used to.”

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therapardalis:

Thera bobbed her head, conceding the first. “I understand - I find Shakespeare’s a ‘love it or hate it’ sort of thing.” Though the man himself had never managed very well with the ‘hate it’ side, that was why there were quite so many scathing in-jokes. She also didn’t push Paul on whether he’d seen any of the plays as well as read them - he knew his own tastes.

“I’m looking forward to it! The whole ‘journals’ thing was why I asked about the university, so if we can find something good … or maybe just something old.”

He wasn’t much one for theater, so his acquaintance with Shakespeare was from reading alone. Still, they weren’t much his style, and he doubted seeing them performed would change his mind that much so he’d never really looked too far into it. 

“Well, there are plenty of universities around, but I didn’t attend any of them, so I’m not sure if they would let us have access to anything, honestly,” he said, lifting a shoulder in a faint shrug. “We can try, if you like.”

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sonoftheinfamous:

He couldn’t help but laugh with him, the smile only growing as he looked the other over as well. Duncan stood when the other man came up to him, a warm smile on his face as he shook his hand firmly. “I’m Duncan.” He said with a small hum, licking over his lips before going to take his seat once more.

“Why don’t you join me, Paul? I’m awfully lonely.” He admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders, picking up his beer by the neck and sipping some of it down.

“Well, I can hardly turn down that invitation, can I?” Paul laughed softly and shook his head. He paused long enough to grab his own drink from his former table and then moved over to slip into the seat opposite Duncan. “I’m not sure I’ve seen you around here much. Are you new around these parts?”

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doctorseekingpassage - ❝ On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely would me landing a date with you be… ❞ (from icebreaker meme)

“I dunno,” he looked the other man over curiously. “Depends  on how many pick up lines you’re gonna try to use on me.”

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Okay, I did a good deal of drafts over the weekend. They’re all queued. I’m still having a lot of issues with John, so just bear with me please. 

I’m gonna head back over to Charity for the rest of the night. <3

Paul: from 11 to 2 John: from 16 to 8 Horatio: from 12 to 2 Archie/Clayton: from 34 to 5

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//-waves- Hey guys. Sorry, with how busy and stressed I’ve been lately, I haven’t had a lot of muse for any of the boys. I’ve been hiding mostly on Charity’s blog lately. That said, I’m gonna try to do drafts for the boys this weekend, since I finally have some time off. 

Thank you for being patient with me and just bear with me.