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@ask-roberttownsend
Welcome.
I’ve noticed many people I know are active on this app, so I decided to get it myself, to see what all the fuss is about.
- R. Townsend
(( • blog summary so far • ))
(( only dead until you interact, I love asks, even if it’s “silly” or off topic !!!))
tallmadge is making bad decisions
of course he is. When is he not?
what is he doing now.
I keep checking my asks as if there will be new ones laying for me in wait
“ How have you been, Eleanor? It’s certainly been a while. ”
- @ask-roberttownsend
(( haven’t used my blog in a WHILE lowk scared to interact 😞 ))
I’m doing quite well, Mr. Townsend. It has been a long time. How are you?
— E. Rivington
(( don’t be 🥹🥹 ))
“ I’ve been doing.. fine. Apologies for leaving so suddenly, I would have said something if I could. Is your father still well? ”
feeling like evil anons from the previous rp who existed purely to watch and encourage this man to be miserable
sire, abe's son has a tumblr acc. who made one for him // mod, new sprout askblog ^_^ by me
is he even old enough for tumblr?
I haven’t the knowledge of who’d made the account for him, but it’s best to inform Abraham if you haven’t already.
(( yayayayayay !!! Turnblogs coming back 🥹 ))
Wouldn't you like to know, good sire? :)... That you must figure out for yourself! Though I hold quite a lot of information that would have resulted in your doom, consider yourself lucky I am in possession of no bad intention. !
— 👀
this can’t help but feel like the beginning of extortion.
I suppose it’s good there is no ill intention on your part.
Happy Pride month good sire... I know what you are so you must not deny the fact of the preferences in your love... Regardless, I've been spying on ya for quite a while now, anyway.
— 👀
Happy Pride.
I know what I am, and I support whatever you identify with as well.
how long is “quite a while”…
Good gods I’m late for this post but happy gay month to my gays Robert Townsend and @ask-abraham-woodhulll
This blog is not dead guys I promise 💔
i thought this was a Rob!RP post at first cuz of the “good gods” i feel like robert would say that😭
im not dead either i still love townhull the ship is engraved into my brain and i feel warm whenever i see em get shipped (or whenever i watch private woodhull/last episode)😼
but anyway happy gay month to you too robert townsend🥹
— mod
Rob would say good gods icel
s4e5 haunts me daily and I love it
I think the only reason I haven’t used this blog recently is we literally have 0 ideas for what to do
and I haven’t gotten asks either
Townsend blog is NOT DEAD! There’s simply ZERO IDEAS!
we’re in an ideas drought but i’m pretty sure kyle (either the ben or simcoe blog i forgot) asked to discuss ideas that might include abe at some point
if i have the opportunity through the rp i will try to include you as well😼
i’ve been holding off on discussing the ideas kyle has until summer cuz of finals and stuff, my summer starts this friday so ye😭
after playing at graduation on fri i will be done for the year and we can find out our next step in these blogs
I know I saw 🥹 turn blogs comeback 🥹
y’all’s summer starts so late mine started like 20th May
anyways turnblog comeback!!!
Good gods I’m late for this post but happy gay month to my gays Robert Townsend and @ask-abraham-woodhulll
This blog is not dead guys I promise 💔
i thought this was a Rob!RP post at first cuz of the “good gods” i feel like robert would say that😭
im not dead either i still love townhull the ship is engraved into my brain and i feel warm whenever i see em get shipped (or whenever i watch private woodhull/last episode)😼
but anyway happy gay month to you too robert townsend🥹
— mod
Rob would say good gods icel
s4e5 haunts me daily and I love it
I think the only reason I haven’t used this blog recently is we literally have 0 ideas for what to do
and I haven’t gotten asks either
Townsend blog is NOT DEAD! There’s simply ZERO IDEAS!
Good gods I’m late for this post but happy gay month to my gays Robert Townsend and @ask-abraham-woodhulll
This blog is not dead guys I promise 💔
hellooo mr townsend 👋 how are you on this fine day
- 🐈
I’m quite fine, good sir, and you?
Introduction
Hello! I'm Major Tallmadge, Continental officer under General Washington. I've finally gotten Tumblr after the many requests from my friends.
Don't be afraid to interact! I'm happy to hear anything from my fellow Patriots.
- Major Benj. Tallmadge
YES NEW TALLMADGE BLOG WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK DUDE
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It had been some time since the last intelligence report was sent, it was almost becoming worrisome. Fortunately, the clacking of hooves on the rocky gravel leading to Whitehall told Robert hadn’t given up just yet.
After being led upstairs (and narrowly avoiding the senior Woodhull), looked to Abraham and asked a simple request.
“Can you explain more of what happened with you and the Rangers? I didn’t think it wise to ask through letters..”
His voice didn’t seem to hold any suspicion, and his expression was simply confused and asking of clarity. He hadn’t discovered anything.
(( throwaway ask bc i don’t want ALL the rp to die )) @ask-roberttownsend
Abraham was just at his desk in his room, until the sudden, abrupt appearance of Robert. Frankly, he was surprised as this wasn’t scheduled at all, and how Robert had managed to even unlock the door on his own.
As Robert stated his reason of being here, Abraham sighed and rubbed a hand at the back of his head. He felt a small surge of guilt rush through him at the moment, but he concealed it. He had to make sure he sounded truthful, anyway.
“Robert, didn’t I clarify? I was beaten by the Queen’s Rangers the other day, and they’re out for you and the rest of the ring.”
It seemed as though Robert thought essentially breaking and entering was not immoral (not to mention illegal), and therefore didn’t bring it up.
Robert steps closer to Abraham, standing slightly off center and resting his arm on the back of the chair.
“You did, yes, but I need a bit… more. What evidence do they have, why did they let you free with no overseer, why are they targeting former members as well, what will happen to us post-capture… anything along those lines. I don’t want to jump to conclusions…”
Abraham realized he had to keep up with this never-ending lie. He’d have to commit to this until the end of the revolution, which was one extensive time period, but it was for Robert. For him to help the ring once more.
And yet, that assurance his heart tried to negotiate with his mind still didn’t wash away the guilt.
Abe sighed, looking away. He attempted to defend himself, to keep this lowly lie standing.
“I know that, but I’m still trying to figure out all the facts about the situation. The Culper Ring and I are reporting back to Washington so he can offer the right protections for us.”
“Well, yes I know that, but isn’t there anything more you haven’t told me, or anything you’ve heard from Washington, or anyone concerned with the ring for that matter?”
This is a distraction for Robert, and Abraham can plainly tell. Yes, most of it is for safety and the betterment of the war, but a big part is also to be able to forget for a while.
Abraham sighed, resisting putting a hand on his forehead. As much as Robert would be a help to the ring, keeping up this lie would be tougher than Abe initially thought. Both the guilt and the looseness of the lie gnawed at him.
“Without you in the ring, the Queen’s Rangers would be on your trail. They pick up you location like a fox picks up a scent.”
Abraham’s voice was firm, with a small undertone of annoyance from keeping up this lie. He would never project it onto Robert though.
“You’re completely sure you’ve told me everything you know? I’ve gone months with not a single update.”
Robert could tell Abraham’s temper on the subject was thinning. Yes, he had more questions, but decided against bringing them up and risking an argument.
“If you do hear any information at all on the matter, I ask you don’t keep it from me..”
Abraham scoffed as he thought Robert probably realized how his annoyance was simmering towards the surface at Robert pressing on the subject more. He got out of his chair, taking the man's hands in aa firm enclosure. Abe looked into his eyes, as if to be assuring, but it wasn't without his emphatic gestures and looks. "Robert, I'm telling you--there is nothing else to discuss on the matter. Washington is still enforcing and finalizing secure measures for the ring." His tone was growing more insistent and irritable as the Quaker continued to pester him with doubt.
Robert tried to not look as worried as he felt. It was probably just paranoia anyway; he trusted Abraham to not lie to him again.
Robert takes a hold of Abraham’s hands in a tight grasp, letting up after realizing how hard he was holding them.
“Yes.. yes, you’re right.. you wouldn’t keep things from me anyways.. I’m sorry to pester you with this, darling…”
Eventually, if he keeps telling himself everything will be alright, he’ll stop worrying.
Abraham realized he’d been too harsh on Robert, giving a small sigh. He held the man’s hands lightly, with gentle force, as to not startle him. Abe looked up at Robert, mustering a softer look so that Robert knew no harm was done.
“That’s fine, I get you were just curious.”
He planted a warm kiss on Robert’s cheek, not too long but not too short.
His cheeks still flush pink automatically, though he doesn’t get near as flustered as he used to. Robert looks down slightly at the man in front of him, an obviously doubt-ridden attempt at a smile on his face.
“It’s just-… sorry, darling..”
Robert gently fidgets with a part of Abraham’s sleeve around his wrist, trying to get back into a calm headspace.
Abraham feels that guilt linger in the back of his head from the lie he’d said, all to get Robert back in the ring. It feels like a light, yet persistent sting, only to grow if he dwelled on it.
Abe lets his vision divert to Robert’s face, examining his facial features to get his mind off of the slight regret he feels. Dammit, why was committing to this lie the best option? Couldn’t fate have made it easier? It’s almost a prophecy that this lie will be unraveled and revealed.
But he keeps his gentle facade up, with that same gaze on Robert’s face once more. His lips would usually twitch upward, but not with this guilt secretly stabbing him in the back.
Abraham looked away, saying with a soft tone, “Robbie- I-It’s fine. No need to be sorry, dear.”
Robert gently pulls Abraham closer to himself, wrapping one of his arms around the man’s waist.
“… let’s leave it at that,”
Robert places a small kiss on the top of Abraham’s head.
tallmadge mod is making new rp blogs if you're interested! he's already made a simcoe blog
I saw the Simcoe blog !!!! I’m moots w Kyle lolzzz
trustttt I would interact if I knew HOW to interact 💔💔💔 I have no ideas ever
It had been some time since the last intelligence report was sent, it was almost becoming worrisome. Fortunately, the clacking of hooves on the rocky gravel leading to Whitehall told Robert hadn’t given up just yet.
After being led upstairs (and narrowly avoiding the senior Woodhull), looked to Abraham and asked a simple request.
“Can you explain more of what happened with you and the Rangers? I didn’t think it wise to ask through letters..”
His voice didn’t seem to hold any suspicion, and his expression was simply confused and asking of clarity. He hadn’t discovered anything.
(( throwaway ask bc i don’t want ALL the rp to die )) @ask-roberttownsend
Abraham was just at his desk in his room, until the sudden, abrupt appearance of Robert. Frankly, he was surprised as this wasn’t scheduled at all, and how Robert had managed to even unlock the door on his own.
As Robert stated his reason of being here, Abraham sighed and rubbed a hand at the back of his head. He felt a small surge of guilt rush through him at the moment, but he concealed it. He had to make sure he sounded truthful, anyway.
“Robert, didn’t I clarify? I was beaten by the Queen’s Rangers the other day, and they’re out for you and the rest of the ring.”
It seemed as though Robert thought essentially breaking and entering was not immoral (not to mention illegal), and therefore didn’t bring it up.
Robert steps closer to Abraham, standing slightly off center and resting his arm on the back of the chair.
“You did, yes, but I need a bit… more. What evidence do they have, why did they let you free with no overseer, why are they targeting former members as well, what will happen to us post-capture… anything along those lines. I don’t want to jump to conclusions…”
Abraham realized he had to keep up with this never-ending lie. He’d have to commit to this until the end of the revolution, which was one extensive time period, but it was for Robert. For him to help the ring once more.
And yet, that assurance his heart tried to negotiate with his mind still didn’t wash away the guilt.
Abe sighed, looking away. He attempted to defend himself, to keep this lowly lie standing.
“I know that, but I’m still trying to figure out all the facts about the situation. The Culper Ring and I are reporting back to Washington so he can offer the right protections for us.”
“Well, yes I know that, but isn’t there anything more you haven’t told me, or anything you’ve heard from Washington, or anyone concerned with the ring for that matter?”
This is a distraction for Robert, and Abraham can plainly tell. Yes, most of it is for safety and the betterment of the war, but a big part is also to be able to forget for a while.
Abraham sighed, resisting putting a hand on his forehead. As much as Robert would be a help to the ring, keeping up this lie would be tougher than Abe initially thought. Both the guilt and the looseness of the lie gnawed at him.
“Without you in the ring, the Queen’s Rangers would be on your trail. They pick up you location like a fox picks up a scent.”
Abraham’s voice was firm, with a small undertone of annoyance from keeping up this lie. He would never project it onto Robert though.
“You’re completely sure you’ve told me everything you know? I’ve gone months with not a single update.”
Robert could tell Abraham’s temper on the subject was thinning. Yes, he had more questions, but decided against bringing them up and risking an argument.
“If you do hear any information at all on the matter, I ask you don’t keep it from me..”
Abraham scoffed as he thought Robert probably realized how his annoyance was simmering towards the surface at Robert pressing on the subject more. He got out of his chair, taking the man's hands in aa firm enclosure. Abe looked into his eyes, as if to be assuring, but it wasn't without his emphatic gestures and looks. "Robert, I'm telling you--there is nothing else to discuss on the matter. Washington is still enforcing and finalizing secure measures for the ring." His tone was growing more insistent and irritable as the Quaker continued to pester him with doubt.
Robert tried to not look as worried as he felt. It was probably just paranoia anyway; he trusted Abraham to not lie to him again.
Robert takes a hold of Abraham’s hands in a tight grasp, letting up after realizing how hard he was holding them.
“Yes.. yes, you’re right.. you wouldn’t keep things from me anyways.. I’m sorry to pester you with this, darling…”
Eventually, if he keeps telling himself everything will be alright, he’ll stop worrying.
Abraham realized he’d been too harsh on Robert, giving a small sigh. He held the man’s hands lightly, with gentle force, as to not startle him. Abe looked up at Robert, mustering a softer look so that Robert knew no harm was done.
“That’s fine, I get you were just curious.”
He planted a warm kiss on Robert’s cheek, not too long but not too short.
His cheeks still flush pink automatically, though he doesn’t get near as flustered as he used to. Robert looks down slightly at the man in front of him, an obviously doubt-ridden attempt at a smile on his face.
“It’s just-… sorry, darling..”
Robert gently fidgets with a part of Abraham’s sleeve around his wrist, trying to get back into a calm headspace.
