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Moving

Hey guys, just giving you guys a heads up that I will be moving this rp blog to a new location! Having log in issues...oops. I’ll be following you all there. 

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《ooc》 Thank you all for being so patient and well super lovely. I’m just letting you all in in my personal life. Work. Hey, you thought it was something deep, huh? Well I work 10hr days 8 days straight plus errands. So I’m tired. Anyway, when I can scrap some time. I will reply to you all. I know who I owe starters/replies/messages too. Heh, thanks for reading.

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Late Night || Closed ||

Undergo, the slow tumble of dark gloom, there stood a Captain overlooking Cardiff Bay with genuine interest. Sparingly, there was a time that Jack could deflate and reel within the beauty of such a planet called, Earth, as he and his team would be preoccupied with the overwhelming task of defending it from numerous accounts of warfare.

Yet, pestilent, although, gentle nudges from unsympathetic winds urged the military embossed figure back within the depths of the Hub, where he would spend most of his nights…contemplating, preparing. However, on this eve Jack was not alone as he heard the hurried taps upon a keyboard. It only led the walking flirtation to arise on one speculation upon who could be that ferocious on such tech. Toshiko Sato, Tosh, a stunning young technophile who always had heart, especially, in a her work.

Consequently, for that reason, Jack had the upper hand in the means of stealth. The space cowboy loomed over the petite sized beau that always hid her exquisiteness behind the computer screen and made his presence known by squeezing Tosh’s shoulders, gently.

“I thought you went home, hm?” Jack hummed, placing his chin atop of the ravenous haired beau’s head; scanning the various schematics that his beloved colleague managed to analyze rift activity. While, his hands kept busy, the pads of his fingers danced upon sun-kissed flesh hidden beneath thin layers of restriction as he waited for an answer.

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Reblog if you are a Doctor Who roleplayer

the list is here, which you will be to the list

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[ooc] I sent the lot of you ims...I hope thats cool. Since, I didn’t want to be a placeholder or a non talkative follower. With that being said, I will read your (mun) rules, in time, just bare with me. Thus, there you have it. I know I owe starters and I will send them. Until then, I will provide you with my love and shenanigans. Cheers!

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// oh my gooooooohhhh i wanted to send this to you as well but i was shy because they’ve just met but that doesn’t matter does it

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// Haha, no..no it does not. Longs we are having fun during their interactions. That’s all that matters. :3 

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SEND ME “💙 “ IF YOU WOULD SHIP OUR MUSES 

“Isn’t that harassment, Captain?”

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Jack gave a small smile, as his eyes glinted beneath bespectacled hues. While, he stood beside his fellow operative; overlooking such guidelines. “Underneath these guidelines....no.” He chuckled, afterwards, his thoughts wondered off to Ianto. I am glad I had these reconstructed.   

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Send me “💙 “ if you would ship our muses!

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Captain! What is the most beautiful place in the world?

”Cardiff.” Jack smiled, before a chuckle escapes him. “Well, not the most beautiful place in the world...However, the most interesting.”

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Captain! Captain! What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

“Where is Ianto and his magnificent coffee? Where’s Gwen and I hope she’s not out beating Rhys...then I laughed at such a thing.”

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The Captain sat down and sketched the man that constantly found himself running in the catacombs of his mind.

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Send me 'DRAW ME PUNK' and my muse will draw your muse

I feel like messing around today

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"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

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     “Is this how you flirt, Captain?” 

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Jack averted his gaze as a small smile graced his lips. “Well,” the strong baritone of the Captain spilled from his petals. “It’s a start.”

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Exhausted

Til’ next time

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“You know, Captain, I don’t waltz willy-nilly into your operation in Cardiff. I would expect you to extend the same courtesy to me.”

Lukas reached for his coffee mug and took a long, slow drink of the scalding liquid, letting it burn off his tastebuds before he gave Captain Harkness another glowering scowl.

“You could at least call. The drive is seven hours–that’s enough time to pick up your mobile.”

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It was something strange, odd, no, humorous with this bloke. The very same oddity that that would make the corner of the Captain’s mouth, up turn, in joy, whenever, Jack would disrupt this tight lidded—goody two shoes. “Huh? I can barely understand you.” The ravenous haired male gave in to his childish musings of scrutinizing the young bloke for his verbalized mannerism. Although, when the fellow Torchwood operative would get riled it was hard to dissect the Swedish and Scottish dialect combo apart. It was very wicked or very American of him; sure, however, in his defense…Lukas started it.

Jack regal features contorts into something of confusion before he merely shook the façade by trailing the tip of his tongue upon his lower lip; while his piercing gaze wondered away from the tall specimen before him, eyeing, the facility. He had been receiving odd reports. Odd reports, indeed, and it could have been a fluke—but he wanted to make sure things were…tip-top shape, adequate, underneath code and conduct of Torchwood, Torchwood Glasgow.  

“Anyway, Lukas,” Jack pressed with the same indication upon the name as it was done with his own. “I have called, emailed—Hell, I faxed.” Jack pulled out his personal mobile to display to the man of the total ignored calls. “Y’know, its cute—the answering machine and all…but no Lukas, picking up. So I asked myself why…y’know with our history…something is always ‘up,’” 

Jack had a long list of fellow operatives dying and it funnily enough it was by Torchwood’s hands. “…and it doesn’t hurt to see Glasgow—I hear the men here are quite the troublemakers.”  

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Texting During Work Hours [cont]

Undergo the short residual bursts of vibration along his desk from the petite sized mobile. Jack glanced down onto it in the midst of the scattered pieces of parchment riddled with numerous conundrums that the rift floods into Cardiff every other day. “This…I can’t stand that noise.” Soon, shuffling of papers adjoined the vibration as he fished for the source. Eventually, when the ravenous haired hero graced his fingers upon the device; he cracked a smile.

Although, he did not text, no, Jack was done with that. However, he did call: “If I said yes, would you dress up for me in something…salacious?” The stunning baritone of the regal fixed point in time spilled as he heard his own personally nightingale’s voice. Soon, he chuckled, “Mm, just dinner—I want to escape the Hub.”