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@captainharknxss
A canon-divergent, multi-para, 18+ RP blog for Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood and Doctor Who
Crossovers welcome! Prior knowledge of Torchwood not needed!
Written by Rose // MST timezone // 29
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[NSFW SIDEBLOG HERE]
❌ [you posted this meme like a week ago, you're welcome to ignore this if you don't want to do anymore starters lmao]
wheel of muse fortune
Clarence Novak, to Jack Harkness: "Over my dead body."
A reckless and overly dramatic declaration especially coming from someone so quiet by habit. It marked the heightened stakes Clarence could see here. He didn't heed the danger but that didn't mean he was unaware. Gangsters meant business here in St. Louis even after the fall of Egan's Rats.
Still his vehemence seemed to startle even him, leading to a rapid blink of eyes, but he never looked away. "Maybe literally," he added as if to clarify. (Did it really, though?) "Or else yours. Do you have any idea who those men are?
“Uh, yeah.” He knows exactly who the men are- that's why he's here. Rumor had it, they were trading in more than just weapons and booze. Anything extraterrestrial in their hands could be disastrous. But, of course, rumors weren't always true. That's why he was here to investigate for himself.
It was fairly easy for him to find an in; he'd worked for gangsters before, albeit across the country in New York City. But, reputations spread, and he knows how men like this operate.
“Do you? You look a little too smart to get wrapped up in organized crime.”
[Asleep on Public Transport Meme from @captainharknxss.]
“Your coffee spilled. I tried to save it, but you’ll probably need to change out of that jacket.” ------------
"Fu ..." The first two letters of a four-letter word are out before she can stop them, spurred by the sensation of warm - thankfully not still hot - across her sleeve, and unsupervised by having just blinked back awake. "...ck!" Thera continues a long beat later, and much more under her breath.
The cup is missing, though a glance finds it on the floor by her feet, the liquid that isn't on her sleeve making rivulets beside the seat.
"Well, thanks for trying ..." A handkerchief from her pocket swipes at the fabric with more hope than effect, "Clearly the coffee wasn't doing its job." She gives a sigh, makes a valiant attempt not to yawn.
"Any idea on the next stop?"
“Coming up on Adelaide Street next. They've got a pretty good coffee shop on the corner, right where the subway lets out.”
That was his intended destination, anyway. Reports of alien activity in the area meant it was his job to scope out the neighborhood and see if he noticed anything out of the ordinary. But, sitting alone in a coffee shop all day was going to pique someone's suspicion (assuming whatever alien had been called in had human level intellect, rather than being an intergalactic slime mold.) Coffee with a friend would make a much better alibi.
“Lemme buy you a new one? Since my rescue didn't exactly pan out.”
“I just think you should live every night like it’s your last. Make tonight the best night of your life.”
[I'll be back from vacation and writing tomorrow or the next day!
Also hopefully going to start working a bit on my other (low activity) blog for an OC of mine over at @cosmiconomy (tw for cults, mostly))
[barely here because I'm going on vacation in two days
normal activity should resume when I get back]
what is so funny? from Rose
“You!” He laughs again in disbelief.
“After all this time you're just gonna give me a little wave like we saw each other yesterday?” He grabs her by her shoulders, pulling her into the tightest hug he's given in a long time.
“You are amazing, Rose Tyler!”
[things are getting out of hand]
"do you seriously think you're above the rules" the stupid ones yeah
if you want me to follow the rules you have to make sure they're not stupid. this isn't a difficult concept to grasp.
[constantly thinking about the whole Angelo storyline. Falling in love with a man in the 1920's, running illegal booze with him during prohibition, and then him ultimately betraying you after everything you've been through together.]
what are some of your muse ' s absolute hard limits ?
[I tried hard to answer this in character but there's a tactful way to talk about consent and Jack doesn't have a tactful way with words. Anything underage is a no go- that means 18+ for humans even if he's in a time period where child brides were popular, way older than 18 if hes fucking around with an alien species where 18 is not full, mature, adulthood.
Aside from that, any kind of death or dismemberment, and a soft limit for things that feel too much like they may lead to death or dismemberment, like gun or knife play. Soft limits he's potentially willing to do with a partner he knows and trusts, vs. one night stands.
On that note, he's also not a big fan of being on the receiving end of bondage due to past trauma from the various times he's been held hostage and repeatedly killed. He's not much for pain in general- he's been through enough of that in his daily life. Biting/scratching/spanking/strangling, sure, fine, but anything much more extreme than that (whips, blood play, I could probably think of more examples if I tried,) is a no go.]
[one more reminder that I made a nsfw sideblog for the reblogs that I think are too much for main blog over at @captainharknsfw ]
"That ain't LOADED , ya know," Swift returns to the Berretta he'd just finished cleaning to find someone's got their paws on it. He's smirking behind the rim of his freshened drink.
"Looks kinda PRETTY in your hands, though."
Jack climbs up to sit on the table he’d stolen the gun off of, weapon still in hand. He hadn't been planning on using it- but he had been planning a little breaking, entering, and sneaking up on Swift. Swift has always struck him as a shoot first, ask questions later type of guy. Better that that not be an option.
“Yeah? Got anything else that'd look pretty in my hands?” Eyes flick down over the front of Swift's nicely fitted pants with a grin.
“I broke the lock off your window getting in, by the way. Might wanna get that fixed.”
[pspsps- mutuals can find me at #canongay on discord]
[finally got this together even though I haven't actually written a bio yet]
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