#( 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓. ; Simcoe (( Lydia ))

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

Are we allies or enemies?

This will be the death of me

This will be the death of me

All is fair in love and war, but I can’t fight with you anymore

This will be the death of me

What happens now? Do we have another go?

Do we bow out and take our separate roads?

I’ll admit I’ve had my doubts

But I want to be let in, not out

But I want to be let in, not out

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retrograderesemblance asked : ✿ lydcoe!

SEND “ ✿ ” FOR 2 HEADCANONS FOR OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP. / @retrograderesemblance -- accepting

One. I think Lydia already had a decent shot with a gun. Still, during their time together hunting Rogers Simcoe helped her practice to perfect her aim with a musket/flintlock, and maybe some general fighting techniques? Whether this was a good idea or not is up for debate.

Two. More of a general headcanon, but I imagine when Christmas came around when they were in Setauket or traveling around, Lydia put together a dinner because most of the QR couldn't return to their families. She might've tried to get Simcoe to help her with this.

Three. (Honorable mention, since I felt like the last one was pretty general and not dynamic-specific), We already talked about this before, but when they were dealing with their feelings they stared at each other a lot. At the time, this annoyed Lydia more than anything (while she was trying to deny her feelings), but now it's this weird wholesome thing where Lydia enjoys being looked at by him and/or watching him.

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retrograderesemblance asked : morning after starters 15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before // from simcoe to lydia

Morning after starters. / @retrograderesemblance​​​ -- accepting

       𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞, the sun peeked perfectly through the holes in the shoddy cabin to keep her from falling asleep again, poking through the closed-off windows (if you could call them windows). Luckily for Lydia, she didn’t need to sleep upon the hard surface of the earth for another night and get any more dirt into her hair, but that didn’t mean the bed she now resided in was preferable to home. The blankets were as restricting as her sleeping bag was, there was at least one area of the bed where there was an extreme dip with a lack of straw and filler. This wasn’t the cozy, comforting multiple blanket bed she had back in her home in Philadelphia where she had more pillows than she knew what to do with.

       It was still early and the air was still and quiet, no bird song reached her ears, and Lydia twisted in her blanket to free herself of this contraption. She kicked and turned and slowly the blanket loosened, but there was still a strong hold on her middle. Thinking it was just the blanket she wrapped snugly in just under her shoulders that was giving the extra weight, she hardly opened her eyes as she attempted to loosen that as well. Only instead of the soft threadbare fabric, her finger didn’t get caught on any of the split fabric, but instead her index finger ran across a soft, slightly hairy surface.

       She opened her eyes and looked down at the new feeling, her body stiffening when she realized that it was not the wrapping of the blanket that restricted her but an arm. The pale of John’s arm, precisely.

       She looked over her shoulder to spot the sleeping Queen’s Ranger, breath slow and steady as no attention was drawn to their new predicament. He always kept to his own bed, the two usually arguing about who would get a chance to sleep in the bed that night. But no argument came to mind. Nothing came to mind of what occurred last night. Did he sneak into her bed during the night? Surely, he would’ve brought his own blanket than shared hers, if only to keep hers intact.

       There was no sleep in her eyes as she allowed his arm to rest along her middle, sinking back into her pillow. The fact she couldn’t remember anything that led to this unsettled her. Part of her job as a codebreaker was remembering: remembering patterns and techniques. Her eyes wandered over the cabin, looking in all of the areas the sun shone on, and recognized the white pants strewn on the floor. The legs bent in odd directions as if it was tossed carelessly aside, the sun brightening the white as if to give her small hints of what occurred in her blurred recollection. Maybe he dressed down to sleep in her bed? But even that idea was strange if he was the gentleman he claimed to be.

       Lydia gained a new curiosity and soon put together the green jacket right by the fireplace, her skirt laid in a puddle with her stays right next to the chair. If only her surprise couldn’t get wider, she found that she and John were naked; which was practically laughable on how she never caught onto this when she woke, being so used to dressing in some manner to sleep with John as her companion. 

       Her gaze is cast down on the arm again, retreating from the way she wanted to sink into the feeling of how it pulled on her heart strings. It felt comforting, didn’t it? Maybe because she sought the touch of another with Laurence’s absence, it had to be that reason. She and John were on their own for what stretched on to a month; it was only normal for her to seek some affection she was ultimately used to before the sudden disappearance. Her body stiffened again and she jumped slightly in her place when she noticed her fingers trailing over his forearm.

       She shut her eyes and moved her hands to rest under her head, trying to will some sleep she knew was not going to come after this discovery.

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

@retrograderesemblance

(inspo) (psd)

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The spy ring right now

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retrograderesemblance asked : ◈ for lydcoe!

Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses. / @retrograderesemblance​​ -- accepting

       𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧. A flintlock’s weight felt too heavy and intimidating in her grip, a foreign object, and a bayonet’s lighter weight felt as daunting. Her hands weren’t made to hold these objects. Thin floss, bulky yarn, fabric and bows, linen and silk, these were fabrics her soft hands were accustomed to, but as her hand hardened from the elements with her outing in the forest, she felt ready to be trained in how to defend herself. If she was willing to kill Robert Rogers, she would be a scatterbrained fool to not have some skill in self defense. At this point, Rogers would let her tumble to the ground in one swoop. 

       But the man above her was not Robert Rogers, ginger hair and green jacket proved that. An enemy all the same, but a slightly unique definition of an enemy. He was on the opposite side, but for the good of all, they agreed that Robert’s death stretched beyond that of loyalties. Her cheeks burned with what she assumed was from anger as she was pinned to the ground. She would’ve kicked if John didn’t have the good sense of blocking off all of her movement. The breath on her face didn’t settle her own quickened breath, quickened by the workout this all was proving to be. She squirmed underneath him to lessen some of her restriction, but alas, it did nothing to better her circumstance. He still stared at her with that wicked grin, unbothered.

       It was until now that she noticed the pattern of her heartbeat: loud, obnoxious, and steadfast. She could feel the pulsing sensation in the middle of her chest to give her the reassurance that she was still alive and breathing even if her movements were thwarted. She had a fighting chance. Did he move closer? Or did she? Her eyes followed the curve of shadows and speckles of sunlight drawn on his face, eventually her gaze fell to his lips. They were so close now that she believed they brushed noses and the anger she felt before at her loss was gone, instead curiosity replaced it. The bayonet he knocked out of her hand didn’t matter nor the way his grip was tight on her shoulder, the prickly feeling of embarrassment was forgotten about as their lips met. She managed to raise her upper body slightly and tilted her head to fully take in this new sensation for all she could. She clumsily kissed him, pulling away a few times with her restriction until she was back looking to reignite that new feeling in her stomach. It was a mixed feeling of excitement and anxiety, like a child not being able to sit in their seat properly due to their anticipation.

       Finally, she pulled away. Her heartbeat was as hasty as it was before, her breath was as quick. A smirk pulled at her lips, seeking to bring him down a peg. ❝ You’re distracted. ❞

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( Lydia Barnett ; closed starter )

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡. Hand loose around the bronze knob of the closed door, she didn’t need to see the writing on the parchment in Simcoe’s hand to know that it was hers. Any dismissive response would be foolish. With the drawer to the desk ajar, the once folded paper was now opened with all of the lines on the paper intensified by the candle’s light on the table. The same candlelight he must’ve used to read over the letter in his hand.

      Lydia didn’t know whether to center her gaze on him, to be met with that intense stare of his, or to focus on the paper in his hand. Nothing had to be said to know she was guilty of the penmanship, it wasn’t an ordinary letter to her parents that she often passed it off as. If one looked closely at the contents and through the flowery language, they could see it was an indicator of something much darker than having her parents catch up with everything that has been going on. Supplies, ship numbers, the number of ships in the harbor, and talk of the newest redcoat whereabouts are all transcribed in that one-sided letter. She felt no use to transfer her findings to the back page.

      Her lips pressed into a thin line and her glare was heavy as her brows lowered. Her hand finally left the doorknob as she walked over to Simcoe, snatching the parchment from his hands with a glare of her own. She turned her back to him as she folded up the parchment.

       ❝ Don’t tell me you’ve looked through my clothing coffer as well for any other “evidence.” ❞ Not that it necessarily mattered. He’s seen everything that was within that drawer on her, but it was a greater crime to her that he felt the need to look through her things at all. Lydia wasn’t always truthful to him about her intentions, but didn’t he trust her enough to not trifle through her things?

@retrograderesemblance​

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retrograderesemblance asked : morning kiss OR comforting kiss (you pick which one) for lydia + simcoe

Types of kisses. / @retrograderesemblance​​​ -- accepting

       𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, she was met with the same darkness that surrounded her moments ago. A person’s arms anchored around her, the plush pillow cuddled against her cheek, and the warm breath on her face were the only indicators that she was not trapped in the darkened, neverending room that was in her dream. Her gaze lifted and to ground herself from the heartbeat beating wildly in her chest, she peered up to the four corners of the room. Her room. John’s room. Their room. Her room. 

       She pressed against the solid body in front of her as if she believed that being inches apart from one another, they would be lost forever. His blue eyes settled on her face and to test that she wasn’t still dreaming, she combed a hand through his hair. The hair on the top of his head was ruffled by her fingers and she smiled for a moment, savoring the touch until her hand fell to the back of his head. Dread set in then, the anxiety frenzy before the storm, as she moved her fingers up and down, side to side, every way and everywhere in the middle to check for any indentions in his head or for any bleeding holes that her finger would fall into. When every surface was covered and his head came up intact, she pushed her lips onto his, tears brimming to the surface as she pushed herself up in bed, locking her lips onto his as the tightness unfurled strand by strand in the knot in her chest.

       This might seem like a regular occurrence of a nightmare to many, or this might look like the strangest exchange of affection ever witnessed with how hasty her movements were, as silent as her lips were in the moment, but this was no ordinary nightmare for Lydia. Death was a present theme in her dreams but all of them usually resided on past figures in her life--sometimes her mother, sometimes her father for those still with the living--and it was so unrealistic there couldn’t be any possibility of the dream manifesting into reality. But this unique case was different. In a darkened room, she watched, unmoving and too little too late, John landing belly-first with a gash on the back of his head, the smell of ignited powder hung strong in the air. When she turned to find the source, she was met with no other but the hard stare of Abraham Woodhull with a musket in his hand, a glare that spoke of not betrayal but one’s own ambition and an end to a cycle.

       Her arms still circled around his neck and crossed by the forearm behind him, and she nudged her nose into his cheek. ❝ You’re here, you’re here, ❞ her voice was breathy as a smile curled at her lips, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

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niksnarration asked : for the just another ship meme for lydcoe 👀

Just Another Ship Meme: Smut Edition. / @retrograderesemblance​ -- accepting

1: Who is louder? Lydia? I know Simcoe has moaned but with his tendency to muffle it with a kiss, and just generally, I don’t see him being too loud with it. Overall, I think Lydia is louder.

2: Who is more experimental? I think both of them would be willing to talk out their interests and what they want to try out, I think they both are experimental and adaptable to whatever they like. I think both of them having that open discussion probably invokes a sense of trust in the act, but Simcoe? Maybe? I see both of them being experimental and adaptive to their own k.inks, but idk I think Simcoe wins this one.

3: Who takes more risks? I’m not sure. Lydia maybe? I’m not sure if Simcoe would be into public s.ex stuff but just with Lydia’s own k.inks, she is probably more “risky”. (Of course, this is also outside of any knife play or bondage if that becomes a thing between them).

4: Do they fuck or make love? I can see them doing both (twss?). Kinda like the last ask, I feel like there is a feeling of love in their intercourse generally, or it might start out as a “fuck” session and then go into a more “making love” scenario towards the end. (This also would probably depend on the general vibe at the time).

5: Lights on or off? Lights on because while they are both simps, I think they both would work off of expression and body language as well with whatever teasing they have going on. I think they both like to see one another’s reactions. Too, I think having some light in a room is a preference for Lydia generally because seeing her partner and their body really gets her into the act.

6: Who is more likely to be caught ma.stur.bating? Simcoe? I don’t think with the whole Rogers thing, she would ma.stur.bate all that much because when they are out in the middle of the woods she has a fear that Rogers is watching her. But I can see maybe if there’s an obvious s.exual tension between them, she might ma.stur.bate just to relieve herself and to ease the tension. It’s also easier on her conscience at the time because y’know she’s not sleeping with the enemy or anything at that point.

7: Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Neither. Lydia’s eyes don’t wander when she’s in a romantic relationship with someone and it seems in their verse(s), they are mostly in the company of one another (when they first met, the POW, Rogers hunt until they get to Setauket), so a threesome doesn’t come to mind. I think, too, it would be a lot to handle and deal with with potential jealousy and all that.

8: Has either stolen the other’s underwear? No lmao. I don’t see either of them doing this. If one of them wanted a “token” of the other, there are other clothing options and other items they could use for it.

9: Who comes first? Lydia

10: Who is better at o.ral and who prefers it? I think it’s more of “in the moment” thing with who is giving o.ral. Simcoe probably prefers to give than to receive. I think they both are good at giving o.ral? Lydia maybe by a tad. I think Lydia would prefer to receive o.ral most of the time but isn’t against giving.

11: Who is more submissive? Well Simcoe is a sub anyway so him, but with them they might switch around a bit? Though I think Simcoe is more submissive than Lydia by default.

12: Who usually initiates things? I can see both of them initiating things, but likely something is said (probably by Simcoe), one wonders if it suggestive tone was intentional (Lydia), and things go from there. I see Simcoe more initiating things.

13: Who is more sensitive? Lydia.

14: Who has the most patience? Oh Simcoe 100% lmao. Just from what I can grasp from our thread with them and Lydia’s begging, Simcoe has more patience, but I think at times both of them can really test one another’s patience.

15: Which kinks do they share? Choking, knife play (though this would likely be later in their relationship), hair pulling, teasing, pinning, powerplay. 

[shxrp-teeth-after-dark]

( ooc ): Me @ Lydia rn

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Me looking at Lydia's ships: why does Lydia attract simps with trauma

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( ooc ): okay guys it’s happening

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retrograderesemblance asked : 💒 + Lydcoe

Send me 💒 and I’ll plan our muse’s wedding. / @retrograderesemblance​ -- not accepting

How did our muses get engaged? I don’t think we got to the point of these two talking about marriage yet, but I kind of assume Lydia brings it up when asking about what their future will be after hunting down Rogers, they speak about it and it sorta merges her main verse into their au. But for an official engagement, it’s probably Simcoe just to keep with tradition, but they both sort of led up to it and I guess you can say Lydia initiated it. 

How long were they engaged before they got married? I’m not sure how long they were in Setauket or where exactly this all is placed in with the war. I’d imagine they got married after the war so… maybe a couple years? I’m not entirely sure, but basically it would be after s4 of t.urn. When the war ended, I’d imagine they would wait a few months for Simcoe to meet with Lydia’s family (and with Simcoe’s if they wanted to do that before the marriage, if not I’d imagine she would meet with them after the marriage).

Who is in the wedding party? The spy ring is hidden in the bushes snooping in on their wedding. I think they would keep it small, Lydia’s parents and family would be there, some of her childhood friends, AKINBODE!! He would be there because Simcoe and him seemed to have a place of respect for one another, maybe Abigail (?), and anyone Simcoe wanted to invite like the rest of his Queen’s Rangers.

What is the wedding venue? I’d imagine maybe at a church in Philadelphia? It’s close to Lydia’s parents and her own home, so they could just retire in Lydia’s house after. Though I can also see them getting married in Lydia’s home if they didn’t want to go to a church.

What are our muses wearing? I’d imagine Simcoe is wearing his military outfit maybe? I can see Lydiaa’s mom being more controlling with their marriage with these two than for some of her other ships just because Simcoe is a redcoat (and maybe she overheard some of his actions, though briefly). She pushes Lydia to wear this dress just to hopefully rub it into Simcoe’s face a little more that Lydia is a Patriot and from a Patriot family because Edith is like that lmao. She also might make comparisons between Lydia’s wedding with Laurence for some extra drama.

What’s the theme/aesthetic? I already used this theme already but a floral wedding theme, but I think the vibe would be really mixed. Lydia would be nervous because she’s fully committed to this, she loves him but there’s just the concern about what her spy friends will think, the reality of it all, and uncertainty of the future. Also, her parent’s opinions are also a big factor to her. Once she fully commits to this and sees Simcoe, she will ease up quickly to the wedding and finally let loose. It will be really bittersweet and almost like “Oh my god we’re doing this, I can’t believe it” because there were so many paths their relationship could’ve gone. There is also a tense air to it because her parents would disapprove of this marriage to an extent, not liking that she is getting married to a loyalist.

A special gift that my muse gives to yours before the wedding: Lydia spent a little money and got him an engraved pocket watch with their names on the front.

Where are they going on their honeymoon? I’d imagine they go to England to spend time with Simcoe’s family but also maybe they travel a bit to different places? They wouldn’t be camping like before but I think Lydia found some nostalgia with traveling together from their time hunting Rogers, so she would like to incorporate something similar again. 

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templetonpeckcangetit asked : 🍼Lydia + Andre or Simcoe. you pick!

Send in 🍼 and i’ll create a child for our characters. / @templetonpeckcangetit​ -- selectively accepting

​I’m doing both because I love both of these dynamics with my whole heart

ANDRE:

- name: Mercy Clarity Andre (Lydia was stuck between both names so she decided to put one as a middle name instead. It’s a mouthful but Lydia likes the slight rhyme to it.)

- likes / dislikes: She likes drawing, being able to figure out a way to unlock a door (much to everyone’s annoyance), tinkering with inventions, dancing, & the piano (though she has a better musical skill than her father). She dislikes arguing, a pessimistic outlook, pollen (she has allergies), & any time that’s not winter (she likes the cold and ice skating).

- first word: “Why?” was sort of out of the blue and it fits her curious nature.

- appearance: Dark hair, fair-skinned, and has a birthmark by her lip, on her neck, and shoulder.

- which parent they look more like: I think a good balance of both? She does look slightly more like Andre.

- which parent they like more: Andre. She’s around both a lot, but she really took to Andre ever since a baby. She would cry and scream if she was away from him for a minute.

- height once fully grown: 5’6

- job ambition: With Andre’s money, she wouldn’t need to work but I think would much prefer if she would be able to make a separate income (if need be) from her husband. She really wants to be an inventor in some way.

- faceclaim: J.essica B.rown F.indlay

SIMCOE:

- name: Josiah Augustus Simcoe

- likes / dislikes: He likes hunting with his father, telling stories (a little bit exaggerated), making his parents proud, likes everything tidy and organized. Dislikes disorganization, drunks, loud people, plays, politics, failure or messing up, and cooking.- first word: “Up.” He will deny this to the fullest extent but as a baby, he loved being held in the arms of his parent(s).

- appearance: Ginger hair with a slight curl in it, fair-skinned, and dark-colored blue eyes.

- which parent they look more like: Simcoe definitely. But I think his face and eye shape is more like Lydia’s.

- which parent they like more: He likes both but I think he and Simcoe have a special bond that nothing can touch.

- height once fully grown: 6’0 (Sorry bud but your dad is taller than you)

- job ambition: It took him a lot while to really settle on something because he has a wide range of hobbies, he hunts in his past time for some extra cash, but I think he joins the army for a while and then makes furniture for a living afterward.

- faceclaim: S.am H.eughan but this look specifcally

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Lydia: I hate all redcoats.

Also Lydia: *befriends Simcoe, gets feelings for Andre and marries him*