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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.

#ooc

therapardalis:

She was expecting that he would know where things were, what there was and what she would be allowed to share - so the correlation to a hopeful cat wasn’t too far removed. At his glance and narrowed eyes she shrugged slightly, eyebrows raising. “Is breakfast the usual around here, or is it everyone for themselves?” She had some bits and bobs in her pack if it came to it.

‘Alone’ was a different matter for her than for most; people had (or used to have) and loved their pets, but few if any could have taken back to the wilds as she had and found company there. If she thought about it, she was a bit like Mowgli in reverse.

As for right now, and what lay ahead … she could trust the men’s intentions, but wavered about their capabilities. Luke and Mike would be the weaker links, and if they got into trouble Jack would throw himself on the line to get them out of it. Which meant she would have to keep her own head to back him up.

“I’d suggest you and I take point and rearguard, with the guys in the middle. If you trust me back there, that is.”

“It is, but raid days are usually a little different. Fend for yourself.” Usually, someone would make breakfast just as they had made dinner the night before. But mornings like that, they were often too busy preparing to cook. He pushed himself away from the table he leaned against, moving to a small side pantry. Digging around for a moment, he pulled out two granola bars and tossed one to Thera.

“That was the plan,” he responded, a touch of a sigh in his voice. “You seem to know what you’re doing, I was thinking point for you, and I’ll take rear.” Where he could watch everyone, and behind them. He didn’t know what military had trained her, but she clearly knew survival skills. And his Marine background helped him. Mike and Luke didn’t have that. They’d be a danger, or, at the very least, a weakness, in either of those positions.

#therapardalis #(au: zombie)

therapardalis:

Poor John. So much good intent trying to protect her from the killer and from herself, and now … his voice interrupted that train of thought, and her lips curved wryly upward in response. Yes. Business first.

“I don’t know.” Exactly what the killer was, if or how fast he might heal - she only knew he probably wasn’t human. “But I’ve cut him enough to put him down, and -” She looked over the body, “I don’t think he’s really bleeding.” The throat slash, at least, should have sent out a spray but hadn’t. “I’d burn him if I were you. Drop a lantern on him or something.”

Her head lifted, catching the sound of boots and subdued voices as the Marines caught up with their leader, and she threw a glance up at the eaves for the fastest way to get clear. “I’ll …” Be nearby, just in case. She looked at John for a second and gave a sigh. “I’m sorry.” Then she turned on her heel and disappeared into the shadows.

Burn ? He couldn’t just burn a man. There were ways of handling criminals. There would have to be a trail, he would need to be found guilty. But he peered down at the body, frowning. She was right. He wasn’t bleeding. There was no way he couldn’t be bleeding. It made no sense.

He glanced up at the sound of his men approaching, cringing slightly. When he turned back, Thera was gone. His eyes narrowed. They would certainly be having a conversation when this was over. But for now...

The major motioned to the body as his men joined him. They trusted him. Hopefully, they would forgive him for such a breech of protocol. “Take the body and burn it.”

#therapardalis #(v: king and country)

annastrxng:

“I see,” she hummed softly. It was strange the way the armies allocated resources and relocated its people; at least to civilians like her. The brunette thought to herself that if she was ordered to do something, she’d directly rebel.

“And do you have high hopes for this war?” Anna quizzed softly. She wanted to here this man’s perspective on the fights for it would probably be far different than her own.

The major remained silent, blue eyes watching her closely. It was a leading question, more tricky than it seemed. And it was difficult to know who’s alliances laid where. And so, he needed to carefully consider what he said.

“It will no doubt be difficult,” he said slowly. “But I have every faith in the strength of our armies.”

#annastrxng #(v: king and country)

demonsiget:

Dean noticed the eye roll he was given and snickered. Taking a long swig from the bottle, the Hunter gave John a smirk. “You gonna arrest me? Looking for a reason to handcuff me to the bed again?” He waggled his eyebrows and laughed, taking another long drink. “Besides, the faster I get drunk the better. We both know that. You’ve only got to drink enough to keep it from going after an easier target. Me…it wants me.” He rubbed at the odd bruises hidden beneath his shirt. “I gotta drink enough to keep it from doing what it’s marked me for. And this bottle oughta do the trick without getting me so wasted I can’t help you kill the damn thing.”

Dean took another drink shaking his head at the question. “Dunno. Not sure it has a pattern. One a day for five days…or one a day for several weeks. It was different in every case. But always five - no more, no less. I think…think it might be hungrier than normal. Last article was from the early 90’s. For some reason it wasn’t able to feed any more recently than now. So…my guess is now that it’s had a taste it’s gonna want more. Soon.” Another swig and Dean maybe started to feel a bit of the buzz. The alcohol was going down smooth…which he tried to tell himself had nothing to do with his separation from Sam…and the knowledge of what was coming if he and his brother couldn’t stop it.

He sighed and shook his head again. The man was trying his patience. It aggrivated him. Well, he did have a point about getting drunk as soon as possible. Jack wanted this over as quickly as they could manage. He didn’t care for this level of insanity and he really wanted his life to go back to normal.

He kept his eyes on the road, driving carefully along the dark paths back to the campground. Shooting a quick look at Dean, he frowned. “Let’s hope so. I’m hoping to finish this tonight.” They’d have to get more alcohol and try again the next night if not, and he really didn’t like that idea.

#demonsiget #(v: time gone by)

themoonlightburns:

Remus moved through the train, checking on the students and giving advice as he could. He summoned his patronus a handful more times working his way towards the front of the train. When he saw a dark form appear ahead of him, he held his wand up in preparation, only lowering it when he realized the form was John. “Mr. Pitcairn,” he replied, returning the nod. “I think I’ve cleared out everything behind me…I can’t imagine what the Ministry was thinking…unleashing those things on a train full of innocent children - most of whom have no idea what a patronus is, much less how to conjure one.”

He gestured towards where John had come from. “I’ll assume you’ve managed to clear out your end, as well? I advise finding the trolley witch…have her distribute chocolate throughout the train, I’m certain Dumbledore will cover the cost once he hears what’s happened. I…I need to return to my compartment. Harry Potter…he didn’t fare well against a dementor…”

Furious didn’t even begin to cover it.What was the Ministry thinking, letting these things on the train? He knew that it was important to catch Black, but at the expense of the student’s well being? It was ridiculous. Angrily, John banished the things from the train, making his way back.

He stopped when he heard Lupin’s voice, giving a curt nod to the other man. “I’ve got it handled. Go back to your compartment.” He cringed slightly.Of course Potter would be affected worse than most. “I’ll send the trolly witch with chocolate.”

With that, he turned and headed off the way he had come.

#themoonlightburns #(v: wizarding world)

tarargh

i only have two speed settings for blogging: “makes you wonder if theyre even still active” or “your entire dash is nothing but me”

therapardalis:

In that first moment, she thought about running. Thought about disappearing into the shadows and back to her room before she could be seen, but that wouldn’t have served any good at all. It would only send John off on another crusade to find whoever had done the deed, and if he did she knew she couldn’t look him in the face and lie. Besides that … she was tired of hiding, tired of being afraid of what he might say.

So she stood where she was, staff low at her side - though she did glance briefly at one of the blades before turning to meet John’s startled gaze, calm and steady. He’d react how he would, and while she could never say she didn’t care, she would take what came.

“Don’t count on him staying dead.” Hopefully after what she’d just done, he would have more faith in her word. “Do you want me gone before the men see me?”

He didn’t know what to say or what to think and the blank, startled look he gave her said that well enough. He had known she was capable of taking care of herself, at the very least, but this? This was beyond what he would have ever imagined and he didn’t know how to explain it, how to reconcile it.

“What do you mean he won’t stay dead?” he asked finally. Business first. They could discuss the rest in private later. He glanced toward the alley, toward where his men would come from soon enough. “How long?”

He wanted her gone before the men saw her, but he needed to know if they were in immediate danger of their attacker, whatever it was, getting back up and attacking them again.

#therapardalis #(v: king and country)

Tired eyes slid open for a moment as the other man shifted closer to him again, and he lifted an arm to wrap around him as Gabriel pressed kisses to his shoulder, nimble fingers running over his chest. John shivered slightly, turned his head and nosed gently at the other’s hair. Still not quite a kiss, but affectionate.

“I won’t be able to stay long, my men will need me,” he murmured. But he was tired, and a short nap there wouldn’t hurt. No one would come looking for him until far later than that. There were other officers there to help the men, as well. He simply needed to be careful that no one saw where he was coming back from or suspected what he had done. A small smile touched his lips and he nodded. “I don’t know if I will be back this way ever, but if I am, I will remember your invitation.”

#skippedouttaheaven #(v: king and country)

faceofamonster

Until it Becomes a Memory ~ John/Jack & Typhon

majorjpitcairn

faceofamonster:

It wasn’t hard for the dragon to understand everything John wasn’t saying. He didn’t speak any further as they walked, instead focusing entirely on getting his lover onto his ship safely. As they walked up the gang plank, he relaxed a little, and a single shake of his head was enough to tell the men on watch not to ask questions. Once they were behind closed doors, he finally spoke. “Strip and get on the bed. But don’t do anything to the wound. Let me.”

Moving away, the dragon stepped over to a large series of latched cabinets which had been built into the wall. He opened one and began to pull out various supplies. “I may not be the ship’s surgeon, but I’m no stranger to patching up bullet wounds.” From another cabinet he pulled a full bottle of port and a large glass, then Ty carried everything over to his navigation table. Working quickly, he prepared his supplies and filled a glass with the port. With a quick glance at his lover to make sure his actions were hidden from view, Ty summoned one claw and used it to slit his wrist, letting the blood pour into the glass of port. Dragon’s blood had healing properties, after all. This would ensure John’s leg healed quickly and without complications.

Once satisfied he brought everything over to the bed and put the glass of port into the other man’s hand. “Drink. It will make all of this easier, and hopefully take the edge off the pain.”

John didn’t say a word the rest of the walk to the ship. It hurt to walk. Badly. But he was stubborn and prideful and refused to show any weakness before the people of Boston. Chin high, he ignored the sweat that beaded his brow, and the searing burn that jarred with each step. He didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, keeping his own faced forward ahead of him.

Even once they were safely in Ty’s cabin, he remained rigid and stiff. “This isn’t necessary,” he said, but he was already unbuttoning his uniform. He slid the jacket off, then his waistcoat and shirt. His boots were more difficult, and his lips pulled into a grimace as he managed after a few moments of attempting to find the least painful method. He was just getting his breeches off, hissing quietly to himself as he peeled the fabric away from the wound in his thigh, when Ty came over and pushed the glass into his hand. God, the alcohol sounded good at that moment, and John didn’t even think twice before drinking the whole glass in only a few gulps. Handing it back, he got his breeches off the rest of the way and sat on the captain’s bed, wincing. “I can stitch it.”

#faceofamonster #(v: king and country)

majorjpitcairn

"Are you talking first? Or am I? Who’s supposed to talk first?" Her eyes narrowed and squinted up at the peculiarly dressed stranger.

The Major folded his arms over his chest, one brow quirkingas he looked down at the young woman. “I believe you should. What are you doinghere?”

majorjpitcairn

takexmyxlead:

“I’m afraid it is,” Poe returned as carefully as possible. “What in Galaxies’s name is a loyalty officer? She questioned, her eyes narrowing suspiciously upon the man. There is a tension beginning to build within the breath of her shoulders and stance. What if Loyalty officers were the Empire’s best guards. What if those officer’s knew her identity and her importance? Biting back a shudder, Paloma decides to give a partial confession.

“The name is Dameron, Paloma Dameron. Will that be enough to satisfy your curiosity, Major Pitcairn?” The dark-haired woman questioned curiously. Dameron purposefully neglected to use her nickname, the one she was well known by in the Resistance. It would be better for her that way. At least he might not recognize her more flowery birth given name. Burt-sienna hues flicker upwards to study him.

Now he knew she was lying. Anyone with any business that was above the rank of a major would know what a loyalty officer was - specialized units of the Imperials security groups designed specifically to root out those who were not loyal to the Empire among their ranks. They were high ranking, and incredibly feared officers, who could end a person’s life with a word. If this woman didn’t know what they were, then she most certainly was not an officer or anything else on Imperial business.

“No,” he said, his voice a little cool. “I’m afraid that will not be enough. I don’t believe anything you’ve told me about your business here. I will give you one last chance to answer me before I order my men to lock you in a cell and forget you’re even there.”

#takexmyxlead

majorjpitcairn

slap your muse’s ass(for Kelly)

Jack smirked faintly, watching the man step past him.Quickly, he reached out and swatted him on the ass, smirking.

majorjpitcairn

leatherandsoil:

Keep reading

#leatherandsoil #(v: time gone by)#nsfw

leatherandsoil:

Keep reading

#leatherandsoil #nsfw #(v: time gone by)

faceofamonster

Someone You Never Knew - Jack and Ty

majorjpitcairn

faceofamonster:

Although it might’ve been a rhetorical question, Ty answered it anyway. “Yeah…it was hilarious. You were all rules and regulations. Me being a privateer, I was just barely skirting on the edges of the law back then. You were so much fun to mess with. Especially since I was working for England at the time, so we were technically on the same side.” It almost didn’t hurt to reminisce…not with John’s double standing right there in front of him. He had a chance to get back the man he loved…his mate…and he was trying so very hard to be rational. It wasn’t easy…and the dragon knew he’d already messed up by hurting the other man…by bringing him here. But he had to try to make things right.

In the elevator, he stepped back, giving his one-time lover as much space as he could. “I….I’m sorry…for hurting you. It’s just been so long since I’ve been outside…around humans. I forgot how delicate your kind can be…I…I won’t forget again. I promise.” The elevator dinged, cutting off anything else he might’ve said, and the doors opened onto an elaborate rooftop greenhouse. There were doors that lead to an outdoor terrace with tables and chairs and potted plants, but nearly the entire rooftop was glassed in, creating a humid, almost rainforested, environment.

Holding the door, Ty gestured for Jack to exit, and then joined him. “I…I wish I’d told you about this back then. If I had, then maybe…” With a shudder the dragon shook his head, stepping away from the other. “I’ll need some space, so the safest thing for you to do once the transformation starts is to not move, alright…? I don’t want to accidentally strike you with my wings or my tail…” Warnings given, the red-head continued to back away. He spent a lot of time here in his true form, so it wasn’t too hard to judge how much room was needed. And then he quickly began to shift. Once Ty was fully shifted, he settled himself onto the ground, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

Jack didn’t say anything as the man apologized to him, a bit of a frown pulling at his lips. He still didn’t buy this dragon thing, so how could he buy the fact that he had ‘forgotten’ he was strong enough to hurt him? ...then again, he’d never seen anyone move quite so fast and to hit him hard enough to knock him unconscious.

His eyes widened slightly as the elevator opened onto a large greenhouse. It was amazing, really, imagining how much that had to have cost. He stepped out slowly, looking around an only giving the warning that the man gave him a slight thought.

And then movement caught his attention and he turned to watch the redhead, his eyes widening even more as the man changed. Changed so rapidly that in only a few moments there was a large scaled creature in his place. Jack’s jaw dropped, wide blue eyes just staring at the dragon. “Impossible,” he muttered. “I must have... I must have hit my head harder than I thought...” Except, he was fairly sure he hadn’t... but this couldn’t be real...

#faceofamonster #(v: time gone by)

cavalrylad

BFBATGBT ~ John/Jack,Ty,Ben

majorjpitcairn

faceofamonster:

cavalrylad:

It was good that Pitcairn came between them, the force of another body widening the space made Tallmadge retreat two steps and that was all that kept the off-duty detective from launching himself at the dragon. Never mind that either one of his shapes would be easily overpowered by Ty, or that it would have been a career-ending move to attack a seemingly random civilian in the middle of the street.

He still glared, still rumbled under his breath, and still wanted very much to make Ty stay far away from Pitcairn. What sort of person treated another like a toy, a collected thing? What little he’d seen struck Benjamin as being a one-sided and unhealthy relationship. Never mind what this was doing to his and Pitcairn’s partnership or his friend’s career, Ben honestly was fearing for his personal life as well.

“Fine.” Snapped, still keeping it short and terse to avoid shouting at him. The shifter took a breath, hard eyes looking past his partner to the one who had caused the scene in the first place. “You two want to have a moment?” With choppy movements he tore a few bills out of his wallet to cover the unfinished meals, “I’ll just be at the office then.” And this was now directed at the dragon and his insinuation that he’d ever do something to harm his friend, “Not fucking with anybody’s lives.”

@faceofamonster

Ty was more than a little disappointed when Jack stepped between them. He wouldn’t deny he’d wanted the fight…was more than happy to teach the fox his place. Growling at the tone in his lover’s voice, the dragon almost ignored him…almost pressed forward…but something warned him not to. Something said he’d already taken things a step too far. He wondered if it would be like before…was this enough to make Jack walk away…? He could never tell how much it would take with someone…but he always managed to fuck things up sooner or later. But it was always for the best…wasn’t it?

With an expression halfway between a grimace and a smirk, Ty watched as Jack’s partner stormed off. Snorting derisively, the dragon allowed more smoke to drift from his nostrils, although his eyes returned to their human form. “What a dick. Aren’t partners supposed to have your back no matter what? You should get a new one…one that’s not a waste of space.” And one that wouldn’t leave his scent all over Jack’s skin. The dragon knew they weren’t sleeping together - he’d smell it if the were - but that didn’t change the fact that he didn’t like having Jack walk in smelling like someone other than him.

@majorjpitcairn

Jack watched him storm off, sighing softly to himself. He felt that familiar tug of guilt and shame over it all, knowing that he had lost any respect Ben had for him, and that there was likely no salvaging it. He sighed, just hoping that his career wasn’t going to be ruined on top of everything else.

A small growl slipped out at Ty’s response. “Enough from you,” he snapped, glaring at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you enjoy making my life as difficult as possible?”

Well, if he got fired, he could go into private security at this point.

@cavalrylad

#cavalrylad #faceofamonster #//not sure where we want to go with this >.>

cavalrylad:

Ben dropped down into the car as well and slammed the door a little harder than was strictly necessary. “Always need food.” He agreed. The engine turned over and after a quick glance he pulled out onto the road, merged easily with traffic. At least rush hour had passed them by while up there snooping around.

It was mostly a quiet ride and Ben had to force himself to see the road instead of pouring over the crime scene itself. After pulling into the coffee shop he couldn’t help it any longer and glanced at his partner, “Have you heard of any ways to test someone’s blood, see if they’re a magic user or not? Like drugs.” Strictly, he was against any sort of thing that let you put people into boxes like that. But, in this case, maybe it’d come in handy.

“Obviously I don’t agree with, you know, registering people. But, maybe it’d be good for seeing if there’s anything lingering in the victim’s blood. Like drugs.” Soon as he’d asked Ben was afraid that maybe he had said something incredibly silly, because if something like that worked the CSI’s had to have thought about it. He clamped his mouth shut and pocketed the keys.

John didn’t say anything as Ben dropped into the seat, just humming, starting it up and driving. Food came first, then coffee. It wasn’t until they had pulled into the coffee shop that Ben spoke. John turned the thought over in his mind, frowning. “I haven’t really.” He frowned a little bit, tilting his head to the side as he considered it even more. No, nothing really that he could think of.

Although, he had to admit, it sounded like a decent idea. Some way to tell if people were magic or if they, like him, were ‘normal’. But he just wasn't sure it was physically possible. Not in any way that he’d heard of, at least. “It’s an interesting idea, but I’m not sure if anyone’s come up with a way to do it. Why? What are you thinking?” He glanced over at the younger man as he climbed out of the car, pulling out the food and the coffee.

#cavalrylad #(v: urban magic)

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