Captain J. Graves Simcoe

#ask john graves simcoe °.ೃ࿔:･#amrev rp #rp blog #// he mad as hell!!!#// wait i lowk have an idea #// hehehe

*ruffle ruffle* :)

Stop touching me!

How many times do I have to repeat myself?

- Capt. Simcoe

🏳️‍🌈🫵

Oh!

In all honesty, I've grown quite tired of constantly trying to refute these accusations...

- Capt. Simcoe

#ask john graves simcoe °.ೃ࿔:･#amrev rp #rp blog #// i love making stupid pictures #// the cake looks wirrd i didn't feel like draeing it so i js took the first image that came ip #// i love that picture of simcoe btw. he just made no attempt to straighten himself up

haiiiii !!

*throw s a full cake at ur face*

What did I ever do to you.......

- Capt. Simcoe

i know what you are...

What might that be, hm? You make a claim and yet are too cowardly to say what exactly your claim is.

Go ahead, out with it.

- Capt. Simcoe

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*There was a knock at the door of Cam's temporary room, before the door was hesitantly opened. In the small crack (since he'd been courteous enough not to open it fully), Cam could see a certain officer peeking through.

Pardon me, but I heard you weren't.. well. I thought I might see how you were.

- Capt. Simcoe

Cam blinked, half-heartedly wiping at their eyes as if it would help them hide the fact they were crying, sniffling as they tried to push their hair out of their face. If the nightmare hadn't stuck to their brain as well as it did, they might've felt more guilty.

You didn't need to bother, I'm— I'm fine. I'll be fine.

The claim of being alright was starting to feel a bit overdone at this point, a choked back sob turning into a hiccup that shook their body as they tried to hide their face from the man behind the door.

You don't seem to be. Generally, fine people don't refuse help at all times, nor do they act so melancholically.

Simcoe walked into the room, cracking the door behind him, and approaching Cam—not too closely, though. He looked worried, maybe even a little sad. Or pitying.

Now, if you wish to say it.... what caused this? I hope it wasn't that bastard Cypress again?

They didn't seem too impressed with his rebuttal, though it made plenty of sense, which might've been the reason why they didn't particularly appreciate it. They stopped hiding their face to look at his own, their eyes still damp with lingering tears as they kept trying to pull themself together even though at this point the captain most likely knew they had been crying.

I just.. I had a nightmare.

They felt stupid after saying it out loud. Weeping like a baby over a nightmare? And telling that to the guy who's probably seen worse than they ever would? If not for the fact they were still trying to recover from their breakdown, they might've felt even more stupid.

I— it was whatever, it— it's nothing. It was nothing. I'm just, being stupid..

Choking back a sob that threatened to escape their throat, they went back to trying to hide their face, with more shame seeming to weigh down their shoulders as they did so.

It hardly sounds like nothing—

Simcoe abandoned what ever worry he had about just bursting into their room quickly, as he strode to the edge of their bed and sat down on it.

You must know, as I'm sure you're intelligent, dreams have much more of an effect on people than usually thought.

It's certainly not stupid to feel strongly about it.

Wiping at their eyes as they lifted their head, they tried to keep themself together as they curled onto their side, a light wince the only visual sign their still healing ribs had protested the movement, their eyes meeting his for a moment before they spoke up again. They felt the strangest need to tell someone what it had been about. It felt incredibly out of place, considering the last time they had opened up about this they were much smaller and their right arm wasn't broken when it happened.

...You won't tell anyone if I tell you what it was about, will you? You— you don't even have to listen if you don't want to, I just— I think I need it out of my system.

No, it will remain between us.. I won't tell anyone.

He leaned closer slightly, looking rather sympathetic. He seemed like he might actually have been listening and caring. Woah.

Go on, then.

I.. it was about my parents. They, they died when I was small, so I don't remember much about them anymore.. It was about the night they died. All I remember now from then was all the screaming before it was over, but it still makes my skin crawl.

They swallowed thickly when they finished explaining, tears going back to running down their face, though they seemed slightly more at peace with it now, having gotten the events of their nightmare off their chest.

Their eyes met his once more, as though trying to make a comparison to themself before a sob escaped their lungs and made them wince, going back to uselessly wiping at their face, though at least they weren't trying to pretend they were perfectly fine now.

#// the confirmation and finalisation of becoming Mama Simcoe #// he is now dedicating his life to them ❤️‍🩹

Simcoe was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor solemnly.

.... Ah. I see. I'm very sorry.

Well, I do hope it helps, if only a little, to speak about it? I'm sure that is a very difficult subject, of course...

When Cam sobbed, he looked back at them, with his expression surprisingly soft and sympathetic.

Oh, dear...

Simcoe began to move, then paused apprehensively to examine the person beside him.

For a second, after he stood up, it seemed like he was going to leave the room, and he may have even been considering it—until he came closer to them, albeit still hesitant, and sat much closer, taking their hand in his own.

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That's you? I think not! That is Cam.

... No, they don't seem to be very well.

- Capt. Simcoe

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you could also lose your job

.. Correct, yes. This hypothetical person could be court martialed and discharged.

- Capt. Simcoe

so like what do you think would happen to a british officer say hypothetically if he were charged with sodomy and there was evidence and stuff

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Nothing, I hope. It's Pride month!

At worst he would be hanged, and at best he would go on with life as if it didn't matter. I suppose it depends on who ever is in charge.

- Capt. Simcoe

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*There was a knock at the door of Cam's temporary room, before the door was hesitantly opened. In the small crack (since he'd been courteous enough not to open it fully), Cam could see a certain officer peeking through.

Pardon me, but I heard you weren't.. well. I thought I might see how you were.

- Capt. Simcoe

Cam blinked, half-heartedly wiping at their eyes as if it would help them hide the fact they were crying, sniffling as they tried to push their hair out of their face. If the nightmare hadn't stuck to their brain as well as it did, they might've felt more guilty.

You didn't need to bother, I'm— I'm fine. I'll be fine.

The claim of being alright was starting to feel a bit overdone at this point, a choked back sob turning into a hiccup that shook their body as they tried to hide their face from the man behind the door.

You don't seem to be. Generally, fine people don't refuse help at all times, nor do they act so melancholically.

Simcoe walked into the room, cracking the door behind him, and approaching Cam—not too closely, though. He looked worried, maybe even a little sad. Or pitying.

Now, if you wish to say it.... what caused this? I hope it wasn't that bastard Cypress again?

They didn't seem too impressed with his rebuttal, though it made plenty of sense, which might've been the reason why they didn't particularly appreciate it. They stopped hiding their face to look at his own, their eyes still damp with lingering tears as they kept trying to pull themself together even though at this point the captain most likely knew they had been crying.

I just.. I had a nightmare.

They felt stupid after saying it out loud. Weeping like a baby over a nightmare? And telling that to the guy who's probably seen worse than they ever would? If not for the fact they were still trying to recover from their breakdown, they might've felt even more stupid.

I— it was whatever, it— it's nothing. It was nothing. I'm just, being stupid..

Choking back a sob that threatened to escape their throat, they went back to trying to hide their face, with more shame seeming to weigh down their shoulders as they did so.

It hardly sounds like nothing—

Simcoe abandoned what ever worry he had about just bursting into their room quickly, as he strode to the edge of their bed and sat down on it.

You must know, as I'm sure you're intelligent, dreams have much more of an effect on people than usually thought.

It's certainly not stupid to feel strongly about it.

Wiping at their eyes as they lifted their head, they tried to keep themself together as they curled onto their side, a light wince the only visual sign their still healing ribs had protested the movement, their eyes meeting his for a moment before they spoke up again. They felt the strangest need to tell someone what it had been about. It felt incredibly out of place, considering the last time they had opened up about this they were much smaller and their right arm wasn't broken when it happened.

...You won't tell anyone if I tell you what it was about, will you? You— you don't even have to listen if you don't want to, I just— I think I need it out of my system.

#// I'm so locked in ykyk

No, it will remain between us.. I won't tell anyone.

He leaned closer slightly, looking rather sympathetic. He seemed like he might actually have been listening and caring. Woah.

Go on, then.

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jraves graves simcoe, my college's email system is really stupid. you should find out who made it like this and hunt them for sport

I hardly know what an "email" is...

Hunt I shall!

- Capt. Simcoe

#ask john graves simcoe °.ೃ࿔:･#amrev rp #rp blog #// hmmmmm from like One (1) source i read a while ago #// simcoe did go to college . like two i think. for law. but he dropped out of both

My dear friend.

- Capt. Simcoe