Inseparable

"This is my shield, I bear it before me into battle, but it is not mine alone. It protects my brother on the left." (OC Orphan Black RP blog for the Achilles and Patroclus Clones. sideblog of the-autistic-detective) "Keep the ones that heard you when you never said a word."

[the-autistic-detective]

PSA

OK, so…the time has come, I think. I’m now working on two books a month as well as trying to get The Atticus McLaren Mysteries TV show off the ground. In January, I’ll also be starting an MPhil course. Needless to say, my time is very limited and I’m pretty tired when I do have days off. I won’t be shutting down my accounts, but they are becoming very private. There will only be a few threads I continue and I doubt I’ll be starting new ones very often. 

I know this is a pain in the butt, but I’d rather do a few things my heart is really in than put out crap replies because I’m too tired to really care about them. Thanks for understanding!

[project-patroclus-achilles]

The Clones Are Out

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@briellatheborn || continued from x

“Guide?” Seb blurted out. He started to protest further, but instead, simply rubbed a hand over the dark fuzz on his head. Then he snorted and looked back up at her. “Um, OK.” The small smile that had crept onto his face wasn’t lost on him and he hoped she hadn’t noticed the blush that went with it. He felt like a new relationship, even if it was just a friendship, was probably the last thing he needed, but he felt himself growing comfortable with Briella already.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he commented, shyly. “I’m Sebastian. Um, yeah. There’s a great little place in the East Village. It has a ridiculous name, but they have good food, comfortable chairs and you can almost see the O2 out the window. Almost.” He nodded in the direction he was going. “I’m buying,” he added. It had been months since he’d felt this optimistic and he was determined not to question it. 

[breiellatheborn-archives-deacti]

“Sounds good. And, uhm, I have eaten already so just a cuppa two of tea…I’m a cheap date, Sebastian..” She smirked slightly, though a twinge of unknown guilt crept up on her when she saw the smile and the blush on his cheeks, why she didn’t have a clue, except he seemed like a pretty nice guy already.

The reason she had “bumped” into him in the first place slipped quickly from her mind at the sight and she nodded, moving to let him guide her on their way. “I haven’t seen the O2 yet actually, have you? I hear it’s huge though..” God she was horrible at small talk, that smile making her acutely aware of the fact.

@project-patroclus-achilles

[project-patroclus-achilles]

Sebastian blushed again and laughed nervously. “Me too,” he admitted. “I prefer coffee though...maybe a danish.” He felt like he was babbling and laughed again. “Come on,” he finally said, nodding toward the busy street. He’d already had a couple of people bump his shoulder on the ever-busy, London sidewalk. Normally, it would bother him enough to either turn for home or give the next passerby a piece of his mind, but he was surprised to realize he’d barely noticed.  

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to miss,” he joked when she asked about the O2. It was a short walk to the small cafe and the path led them by the river. As they neared it, he nodded toward a large dome, looming at the waterside. It was further down the river, but its size made it easily seen, especially with the strange, spire looking protrusions from the roof. “A lot of people thought it was a bit of an eyesore,” he said with a shrug like he didn’t care one way or the other. 

When they reached the cafe, with its artsy decorated walls, he held the door for Briella, but took her arm as she started to step inside. “I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier, for being rude when I caught you.” He let go of her arm, realizing that he was acting a little strangely. He apologized again and took a shaky breath, hoping he hadn’t alarmed her.

[blehckby3]

Hello yes, my sexual orientation is violence

[formerlymsw]

writers: *intentionally write villain as sympathetic*

fans: *sympathize with villain*

the purity police on tumblr dot com: 

[project-patroclus-achilles]

The Apprentice

[project-patroclus-achilles]

briellatheborn

It was risky, she knew, almost regretting the move as soon as she made it, thinking of his life alone. The door was right there. It would have been easy to just get them both out of there, find him some help and be done with this particular task. Tucking tail had never been a lesson given all those years ago when she had first held a gun in her hand. Even now it flooded back. How she had landed on her ass with the kickback and the first words she heard. Get up. Try again.

The boys behind the counter said nothing, but she heard the footsteps. Go check it out…she knew that was coming with this physical manifestation of Russian roulette. She looked down at him, nodding with the actual seriousness of the situation plainly on her face, listening as they moved closer, before her back was pressed against the counter once more.

The instant she saw legs, she moved, the dagger tucked into her boot driven completely through the kneecap of the man sent to finish them both in irritation, and almost quicker than any mortal should be able to move, she had him by the throat, now standing behind the human shield.

“Bad form old man…” She looked over the shoulder still gasping and writhing in pain, while she pulled the gun from between her breasts. “I don’t really expect you to fear for this man’s life but you know…” She chuckled. “Tit for tat and all…” Her grip tightened, and his eyes bulged as he strained to breathe, the gun pointed right at Guido’s head.

Jasper followed her movements in surprise. It took him a moment to clear his head when she grabbed the thug. He watched as Guido’s smile quickly faded, the barber looking just as shocked as he was. He got to his feet and rushed over, close enough to Briella to mutter in her ear. “Leave it,” he whispered and then leaned back to look Guido in the eye. “The last thing we need is a turf war with my father. We’ll let the boss decide what to do about this.” He didn’t like the idea, himself, and he clenched his teeth and glared at the man who’d shot him. 

Then he took Briella’s arm and moved toward the door. When he’d made sure that none of the men were going to follow them, he threw it open and ran out into the night. He slowed up after they were safely back in their own territory and turned to Briella, “What the hell was that?” he demanded. “I’ve never seen anyone with moves like that.” He eyed her suspiciously and then a smirk slowly crossed his face. “I can see why the boss sent you to me. You’re secretly a ninja, right?” he joked, but then winced as the pain in his shoulder flared up. 

Though they were in their own territory, Jasper thought it was a good idea to lay low anyway, in case of retaliation. He led Briella to a safe house, though it was little more than a rundown studio sized flat in an empty building. “There’s a little food in the kitchen,” he said as he locked up behind them. “And medical supplies in the bathroom. I think you’re gonna have to play nurse,” he added as he slumped down onto the bed, feeling weak. He shook his head, trying to avoid passing out and snorted as he saw his entire sleave soaked through with blood. 

[project-patroclus-achilles]

@briellatheborn || continued from x

“Guide?” Seb blurted out. He started to protest further, but instead, simply rubbed a hand over the dark fuzz on his head. Then he snorted and looked back up at her. “Um, OK.” The small smile that had crept onto his face wasn’t lost on him and he hoped she hadn’t noticed the blush that went with it. He felt like a new relationship, even if it was just a friendship, was probably the last thing he needed, but he felt himself growing comfortable with Briella already.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he commented, shyly. “I’m Sebastian. Um, yeah. There’s a great little place in the East Village. It has a ridiculous name, but they have good food, comfortable chairs and you can almost see the O2 out the window. Almost.” He nodded in the direction he was going. “I’m buying,” he added. It had been months since he’d felt this optimistic and he was determined not to question it. 

[ramonameisel]

Violence is always lurking in sharp cheekbones and a handsome face.

thoughts #50 | r.m (via rmeisel)

[grymfared]

sometimesshattered:

Post-battle ‘OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it, let’s bang’ is a fun trope and all, but do you know what I wanna see more of in my threads?

Post-battle: -Lacing their bloodstained fingers together and giving a reassuring squeeze to let the other know they’re alright -forehead touches accompanied by relieved chuckles and shared breath -’OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it’ bear hugs that nearly crush the life out of each other, but ‘holy shit we’re alive so I don’t care if it feels like you’re about to break my back just don’t let go!’ -Bloodied fingertips reaching up to clean away dirt from the other’s features, only to smear it across their nose or cheek, causing them both to laugh and stare at each other adoringly -Anxiously checking each other over before the dust even settles, thanking whatever higher power exists that neither are badly wounded -Carefully cleaning and bandaging each others wounds once they’ve made it to a safe place -Falling asleep in each other’s arms from sheer exhaustion, as the adrenaline finally wears off on the ride home -Finally finding each other on the battlefield, practically leaping at one another in relief, before backpedaling in discomfort from all the wounds they didn’t realize they had, only to chuckle about it and pull each other into a soft, affectionate kiss, smiling like idiots through it all because ‘dammit, we survived!’

Seriously, I just want more post-battle fluff that doesn’t automatically lead to sex. Because, let’s be realistic, there’s no way either one of them has the energy for that post-battle.

[chingaaatumadre]

Wanna get tacos and fuck?

[project-patroclus-achilles]

onecosima

“Yes,” she replied quietly, avoiding looking at him directly. It wasn’t an easy thing to admit. Especially since she was still confused on how to feel about being sterile. She had never pictured herself being a mom. But, had thought it would be her option. Not something she wouldn’t have any control over.

“I guess they don’t want their experiments procreating.” There was barely an attempt to not make that sound bitter. “Now?” She cleared her throat, shifting on the balls of her feet. “If you’re ok with it, I think it’s important we do some blood work. I haven’t- I didn’t know there were male clones. I don’t know what they could have altered. What could potentially make you sick.”

Jasper was wary of the idea of more bloodwork and being poked and prodded by someone he barely knew. He had heard the bitterness in her voice though and understood it. Bitterness was about all he had left, that and a driving desire to find out what had ruined his life. He took a breath and attempted to unclench his jaw. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, as if his inner monologue had been a conversation.

He glanced up at the building behind them across the street, fear beginning to overwhelm him again. “The technology must have been newer when they...created me. If they hadn’t worked it out by the time you were born...” He shook his head, taking a calming breath. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, alright. Do we do it here?” He didn’t like the idea of turning control over to her, but since she seemed willing to help now, he didn’t have much choice. He was acutely aware of the gun in his holster though. If it was some kind of trap, he’d have no qualms about shooting his way out. 

“Why didn’t I know about this before?” he asked as he turned back toward the building. “We must have been an expensive experiment. Why just let us walk around freely?”

[project-patroclus-achilles]

The Apprentice

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briellatheborn

Her gun was out just as fast, a shot fired and missed, on purpose, the plaster exploding just behind, head level with the barber. Enough distraction for herself to find cover, just behind the other side of the halved counter. She pressed her back against, gun held up and ready to fire again as she looked over at Jasper. She knew nothing, about anything right at the moment, irritation flooding her face as she looked up then back to him. Said boss was going to get an earful soon. “….walk in, walk out…you’ll be good girly…” She muttered softly, rolling her eyes back to the top of the counter, taking a breath before she lifted to stand, fired, and watched the barber drop the weapon, clinging to his hand. The rest had plenty of time to arm, she ducked below the hail of gunfire once more, back pressed to the counter and seeming to breath heavily. The scent of blood filled the shop, and she realized, she hadn’t fed enough. “Shit!” She cursed, covering her head from the debris showering down from the counter. So far this was going well…

Jasper didn’t have time to comment on her skills. Hell, he hadn’t really had time to even observe them. After the first round of fire, he ducked behind the counter and waited. “What are you doing?” he hissed as he watched her hop back up. He may have been half off his rocker, but he valued his life. She came out unscathed and he didn’t know whether to scold her or congratulate her. He waited for the next barrage of bullets to pass and held his hand out for Briella to stay still.

“Do you really want to do this, boys? I can see how loyal you are to my father. I’m not sure he’d be very rewarding if you killed me.” He waited and, when the room remained quiet, he slowly stood, holding his gun up in a peaceful gesture. “I came for a peaceful discussion, Guido.” He could tell, immediately, that it had been the wrong move. A smile crossed the man’s face and suddenly gunfire rent the air again. Jasper let out a groan as his shoulder was shoved back. He hit the floor of the barber shop.

“Fuck!” he yelled and grabbed his blood stained shoulder. Anger filled his eyes as his nostrils flared. He had two choices; get the hell out of the barber shop or make Guido pay. 

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She was breathing heavy, her eyes closed as she concentrated on pushing it back. They opened just as he flew back, following the blood splashing from the wound, a deep unneeded breath taken as she held back the instinct to jump to his aid. “Jasper….” She cried out, her voice more panicked than her face dared show. She stopped, weighing her options herself. Thinking quickly. Her own gun was dropped, purposely as much noise as possible and she flung herself past the opening to him. “Shit…I’m sorry…please…what do I do?” The act was strong enough to convince even him possibly, her back to the room, but the smirk in her eyes offered only to Jasper gave the lure away in an instant. Her hand pressed to the wound on his shoulder. Gods, he smelled good. “Please…it’s my first night..I’m only learning.” She had the helpless female down pat, now waiting for the men behind the counter to take the bait. A woman’s charms were nothing in this buisness, if one didn’t know how to use them. “I got you…” She whispered, then winked, the false trembling laced with a hint of truth as blood seeped through her facade of panics fingers. @project-patroclus-achilles

[project-patroclus-achilles]

“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed as she practically landed on top of him. As her ruse was revealed, his eyes narrowed and he almost huffed. Personally, he thought it would have been a lot easier to break for the door and get the bloody hell out of there. He’d been almost killed once already and had no idea what Guido and his boys had in mind. He liked it rough, but not that rough. 

He growled as she pressed down on his wound. It may have gone straight through, but damn if it didn’t hurt. Then he looked over to see her gun on the floor. “This had better work,” he warned. “Otherwise, we’re both probably dead.” The truth was, he had little use for feminine wiles, though he knew they had a tendency to work. Hell, he’d even used similar tactics himself. He took a breath and rolled his eyes, letting her know one last time how he felt about her plan, and then moaned in what was only half-feigned pain. 

[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)

it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer

it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)

the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine

you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

[project-patroclus-achilles]

"Rough Touch"

21.  Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

Sebastian had a firm grip on the woman’s arm. When she’d tripped right in front of him, she’d tripped hard and it was the only way to keep her from falling. Oddly, she didn’t seem to be appreciating it. He’d seen it a million times before as a detective. People had a lot of hardcore ideas about personal space and whether it was OK to touch them. There were simply people who’d rather fall into a rush of oncoming traffic than have someone help them.

Finally, Seb let go and put his hands up. “Lady, it’s OK. I was just trying to help.” He backed away, giving her some space and gritted his teeth. He glanced around to check if they’d made a scene. He liked to keep to himself these days. Then he looked back at the disheveled woman. Maybe she was the type who didn’t want help, or maybe it had just been his face. 

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Once she caught herself, with his help, she lifted, straightening quickly before she looked up. She had been more irritated at tripping than receiving his help really. A embarrassed smile pulled at her lips and she shook her head, eyes lowering shyly. “Forgive me..I didn’t mean to be rude, just, that crack in the sidewalk..did you see how it jumped in front of me?” She laughed softly at the poor joke, shaking her head once again. “ Thank you…” Her eyes lifted back and she took him in fully. Jasper had warned her of the scars, but they didn’t bother her like he had worried, of course, he still didn’t know what she truly was.

She smiled, warmer than before, a light touch guiding him with her, away from the crowd flowing around them. “It’s not everyday a stranger is kind enough to help…may I repay the favor? Coffee perhaps?” She would have liked to break the ice a bit more gracefully, but it would do she mused to herself, now straightening her disheveled clothing as she waited his response.“

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[project-patroclus-achilles]

Seb slowly shook his head. Apparently, he’d been completely wrong about this woman’s demeanor. It was unusual for him to be wrong about people and, for a moment, it threw him. Had he grown that out of touch? Had he let his own tragedy taint his thinking that much? When she brushed it off with a joke, though, he gave her a small smile.

“Sidewalks will do that,” he played along. He figured that would be the end of it, but found himself taken aback again. He glanced away and looked down at his feet. He had no real reason to refuse other than wanting to be alone. He always wanted to be alone these days, but he’d been going out for breakfast anyway. “Yeah, why not?” he muttered. “I know a good place, but if you had somewhere else in mind...”

[georgianmedhead]

@project-patroclus-achilles ​   wanted dr. mccoy.

“Is it true that you’re artist?” Leonard began, a smile dancing on his lips. Hazel eyes flickered from his shoes to his hair before he focused on him, again, and then he was offering a slight nod of his head.

“It’s a pleasure. Dr. Leonard McCoy.”

[project-patroclus-achilles]

“Well, hello Doctor,” Woody charmed and then fluttered over to the tall, handsome man. He pushed his hair back with a grin and looked him over in turn. “What can I do for such a fine, southern gentleman?”

It was only then it dawned on him that the man had asked an actual question. “Oh, I dabble a bit,” he answered, modestly. “I make a little music here and there too, as well as...other things. See anything you like?” he asked with a smirk. 

[project-patroclus-achilles]

The Clones are in!

[pretentiousgit]

Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.

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