Cynicism's Finest

You save one life. One hundred lives... But it's never enough. Who will save me? ===== Multiverse Independent AU RP blog for Doctor Owen Harper from Torchwood. Owen Harper © BBC. I track the tag #severusmedicum Just as in the show, Burn Gorman portrays Owen Harper. Mun and Muse are 21+ NSFW

[doriangaymer]

Let me tell you a thin about Jack Harkness:

Jack Harkness is a childhood survivor of war, who suffers intense PTSD and survivor’s guilt.

Jack Harkness is, by genetic design, intersex. (See: Torchwood Exodus Code).

Jack Harkness is a genius mechanic.  

Jack Harkness was the only companion I’ve ever seen that the Doctor trusted to fix the TARDIS.

Jack Harkness made up plans brilliant enough for the Doctor to not only compliment but follow.

Jack Harkness could hotwire the TARDIS with alien technology.

Jack Harkness figured out Rose was still alive while the Doctor was still too shellshocked to think clearly.

Jack Harkness figured out the Doctor’s plan for the Daleks with the barest hints from the Doctor.

Jack Harkness used his charisma to not only lead himself into certain death, but a group of others, just to buy the Doctor sometime without even a moment of hesitation.

Jack Harkness faced his death bravely, with a smart-ass remark and open arms.

Jack Harkness was violated and altered by the Doctor’s favourite companion, then left behind in his victimized state in a satellite full of corpses of those he couldn’t save.

Jack Harkness waited hundreds of years for the Doctor, only to be sneered at like a piece of shit the Doctor had stepped in.

Jack Harkness, despite being treated like shit, despite being volunteered to step into the agony of a burning chamber of radiation, despite all the deaths he’d suffered waiting for the Doctor, still never hesitated once to follow him into a year of torture where he would die over 1,000 times through torture on no more than a single look.

CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS IS NOT JUST A DUMB SLUT THAT FLIRTS WITH EVERYONE.

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yeah imma do it

make a fallout!owen blog...

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really considering making a Fallout sideblog for Owen...

becauseomghedbeawastelandmedic

allsassgoodhealsandheymaybesomechems?

[exemplarisvictoria]

Not Strictly Legal | severusmedicum

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Wh… Why was that blue familiar… With the adrenaline, he couldn’t put a finger on it. Fight or flight mode had a tendency to do that though. It was what caught him off guard, or maybe he’d have had an actual chance to try to defend himself.

But why was that damn blue glow familiar…

At least, it was a why until he felt that pang in a scarred heart that…

Goddammit, not again. He just got back. He just got back to him and it was a brief thought of the dancer that reminded him exactly where he’d seen that glow before. Now, it was a definite fight or flight. He had to get away from her so he wouldn’t die. Not this soon. No, he just got back, not this soon, this wasn’t…

“Goddammit, you psychotic bint, I swear if you take me from Ze’ev, you’ll regret it,” he snarled breathlessly. Though he wasn’t even sure if the name would spark something in her. Part of him doubted it, but he was the only other he’d seen with that damn glow… And with the things the dancer could do… But with that now demand to survive, he jerked himself a bit and sunk his teeth into her leather-clad thigh before he used his weight and threw himself backwards.

…Yeah, he could cooperate. But even if he knew of some gear thing, he probably wouldn’t tell her anyway. She held a damned knife to his throat.

[exemplarisvictoria]

Shit shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT THAT WAS THE FLOOR COMING UP THERE. And those were teeth sending a pang up her leg as the pair of them fell backwards.

But they didn’t hit the floor.

The glow had spread to include Owen, and the chair, while Jayce growled. One hand gripped his hair to tug his head back, while the other yanked at face mask and goggles until glowing blue eyes could glare at angry brown.

“I’m not going to bump you off, ya dumb bird,” she snarled, her accent going more Brooklyn the angrier she got. “Torchwood hardly ever gets idiots, but you must be one.”

She snorted as she kicked free of the doctor and let him drop to the floor. “Git. Gotta say, you’re the first Torchwood agent I’ve come across who bit the goods.” It was on the tip of her tongue to comment that Mr. Jayce wouldn’t take kindly to that, but a flash of pain came and went on her face as she remembered her Mr. Jayce wasn’t exactly around to take offence. “Caused a bit of a stir when Purgatory’s finest disappeared. There were rumours he finally took the Queen of Omega up on an offer to be her mistress.” Now that she had ahold of herself, the strident tones of a Brooklyn broad faded back into the softened, lilting sounds of a good Irish lass. And when the glow faded, her eyes were still blue, still wary. “But I wasn’t shitting you: I came through in 1939, my gear got locked away so the Germans couldn’t get their hands on it. It’s bloody well time I got it back. Torchwood was working with the government even then, so even if it isn’t here, you lot will know where it is.”

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Honestly? It was more of panic. A woman coming at him with a knife? A threat? One gorgeous cool-coloured alien waiting for him at home, expecting him to walk through those doors within the next couple of hours? Now don’t get him wrong, he was relieved when that familiar glow had caught the fall, he only let go when she said she wasn’t going to off him.

When dropped, Owen scrambled slightly, scarred heart pounding and his eyes narrowed. What? As far as it went, Torchwood operatives were supposed to protect the information in the Hub, weren’t they? So really, he felt he was doing his job, keeping himself on the defensive, no matter who the hell this broad was.

“Only bit because you made yourself a threat,” he let out with a rather hoarse voice. He pushed himself up slowly, a slight ache regardless of the lack of impact. What? Being caught off guard like that... He was a little relieved to hear that yeah, she did know him. Really, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, it was Ze’ev... He was even popular here, be it in natural skin in the Hub or at home or in concealed skin outside, Owen definitely noted that there were eyes towards his partner... And he couldn’t blame them.

“Yea? Funny, because I don’t go into the archives. Too much bollocks to want to waste my time on when I have medical bollocks I already have to do up here. If I need something out of them, I talk to Ianto. You want access to the archive? Talk to him. Actually, talk to Jack, seeing is how he’s the head honcho.” His eyes were still narrowed. Don’t fuck with her, Owen he chided himself as he swallowed thickly.

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Welcome Back... [starter]

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Owen couldn’t help but shiver at the kiss behind his ear. He felt that. He actually felt that. That was how he knew it wasn’t a dream. He gripped him closer, swallowed thickly before pulling back just a little, pressed their foreheads together and looked him in the eyes.

“I love you. I love you more than I thought I did, and probably more than I know I do now. Every bloody centimetre of my being loves you…”

His eyes closed and he kissed him softly. A hand came up, actually cupped to keep him close, just for a little bit. Remind himself why while it was scary, it was worth it. Ze’ev cared… He knew he did. The emotion was more than obvious. It was… A bunch of things. Relieving, painful, it gave him some sort of hope…

[purgatorydancer]

He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t. Ze’ev breathed raggedly against Owen’s lips and kissed him back harder, doing his best to pull them so close they would be one instead of two. Foolish, since it was impossible. But he could try.

“I love you too…” And it was the truth. Whispered, raw, shaky truth. It didn’t negate what Ze’ev had experienced with Jack and Ianto in Owen’s absence, but gods, he still loved this man. His fingers trailed along the doctor’s jaw with a shuddering sigh before Ze’ev reluctantly pulled away.

“We cannot stand here forever. Groceries…need to get the groceries home.” He crouched to pick up the bags and tossed Owen a worried glance. “You are coming with me…yes?”

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“Yes.” He didn’t even have to be asked and as Ze’ev was asking it the answer rolled out immediately as a mental shudder of relief ripped through his person with the question. Hell, he’d even crouched down to help pick up what had spilled. His heart raced, his head hammered right along with it... “I-I mean, of course. Even if I had a room for the night, I’d rather waste the money than be apart from you...” Nerves were still tearing through him, though they were definitely far more settled than earlier and son of a taint, he wanted to just cling to the dancer. It’d take a bit for them to settle too, he figured. 

But he wouldn’t. Not yet. First, they had to get back to Ze’ev’s. Get things stored away, at least what needed to be stored away. Home... Maybe that’s what made him nervous. Really, he felt no different. Maybe a smidge more optimistic, seeing is how he was fully alive and Ze’ev actually still gave a shit.

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I’m sorry I promise I’ve been on, I’ve just been lurky lurk...

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[sirgawin]

When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me, ‘After all this time?’ And I will say, ‘Always.’

Alan Rickman 1946 - 2016.

[thetruththatshouldbe]

“All right, just hold still. If you move your broken leg’s only gonna get worse.” [>.> because idk if it sent and it's applicable because doctor man?]

He groaned, pale, clammy, and, deep down, starting to panic. Cam honestly hadn’t noticed the height difference between curb and street, had misstepped and- Oh, he felt sick, the sound and feeling of bones moving in a way they shouldn’t made him sick. “Ow-” He blinked up at the stranger who’d decided to help him, a small circle of onlookers around the both of them. “Are ye sure et’s-” He dry heaved.

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“I know. No one ever does, yea? Yer lucky I’m doctor, or I wouldn’t be tryin’ to calm you down... But you gotta do both; calm down and go to the hospital. As it goes, if I had anything to make you a proper splint, I’d damn well do it myself with no charge. But all I can do is offer a hand for you to squeeze because I know, that bollocks bloody well hurts.” He looked at Campbell, though while he still had a gentle look, his eyes showed that yeah, he was trying to help and he was being serious. He took the boys hand. “But I don’t. So work with me, Cam. Hell, it makes ya feel better I won’t leave. Just talk to me. Distract yerself. Think of a passion, talk about it. Ya like music? Tell me some of your favourite songs... Your favourite concert, the one that really dug in there and stuck out to you. Or that song that got you to love music to begin with.”

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amg writers block tho... x.x

[fuckyeahcomicsbaby]

Death takes no pleasure in his job, but it is a job that must be done.

[bitchymantis-deactivated2016100]

I teared up

[truthofherdreams]

#what fic writers feel like when they’re writing smut

[morecomplicatedthanuniverses]

@astrumimmortalis

[thetruththatshouldbe]

“All right, just hold still. If you move your broken leg’s only gonna get worse.” [>.> because idk if it sent and it's applicable because doctor man?]

He groaned, pale, clammy, and, deep down, starting to panic. Cam honestly hadn’t noticed the height difference between curb and street, had misstepped and- Oh, he felt sick, the sound and feeling of bones moving in a way they shouldn’t made him sick. “Ow-” He blinked up at the stranger who’d decided to help him, a small circle of onlookers around the both of them. “Are ye sure et’s-” He dry heaved.

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With how his leg was angled very awkwardly, the definite pain that was clear on the young man’s face… He swallowed before nodding. “Positive,” Owen murmured grimly. At least there was no protrusion, but it was still a fracture, even through his jeans. He stood to get everyone to back up, give the poor boy some space and when the crowd spread a little, he knelt back down, gingerly feeling along his pant leg. He looked up at him.

“we need to get you to a hospital. I can only do so much without tools. Maybe make a makeshift splint until the medics get here.” 

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“Don’t-” Cam tensed up and whimpered as Owen moved to touch him. “Dun move me, please dun move me,” he rambled, voice going shrill, words coming faster and faster. “M-maybe et’s wrong- maybe I’m not- please don’t make me feel et?!”

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Oh the poor kid… Had he ever broken a bone? Just with his reaction to the pain… “Oy… Breathe, mate,” he replied with a tone that was unusually soft for him. He slid his hands in his pockets. Maybe he had some morphine, having his own occasional overwhelming pains to battle with. But the biggest thing he knew was that he had to get Cam calm. “Tell me yer name. What do you do for a living?”

[thetruththatshouldbe]

Campbell had broken his arm badly when he was a kid, which was why he was panicking now. The fear of feeling bones moving, grating alongside each other, had never left him. “C-Cam,” he stammered. “I dun dae anythin’-” He was frantically trying to control his breathing, but hiccoughs and sobs kept throwing him off, jolting his body, making it hurt.

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Owen nodded his head just a little bit. Well, now he could at least refer to him properly... “A’right, Cam... What are yer passions then? Drawing, medicine, music...” He looked up to see that yes, someone had in fact phoned an ambulance before looking back down. “I need you to try to relax... I know, it hurts, it’s terrifyin’. But s’already done and we’ll get’cha looked at... See the damages.”

[thetruththatshouldbe]

“All right, just hold still. If you move your broken leg’s only gonna get worse.” [>.> because idk if it sent and it's applicable because doctor man?]

He groaned, pale, clammy, and, deep down, starting to panic. Cam honestly hadn’t noticed the height difference between curb and street, had misstepped and- Oh, he felt sick, the sound and feeling of bones moving in a way they shouldn’t made him sick. “Ow-” He blinked up at the stranger who’d decided to help him, a small circle of onlookers around the both of them. “Are ye sure et’s-” He dry heaved.

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With how his leg was angled very awkwardly, the definite pain that was clear on the young man’s face… He swallowed before nodding. “Positive,” Owen murmured grimly. At least there was no protrusion, but it was still a fracture, even through his jeans. He stood to get everyone to back up, give the poor boy some space and when the crowd spread a little, he knelt back down, gingerly feeling along his pant leg. He looked up at him.

“we need to get you to a hospital. I can only do so much without tools. Maybe make a makeshift splint until the medics get here.” 

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“Don’t-” Cam tensed up and whimpered as Owen moved to touch him. “Dun move me, please dun move me,” he rambled, voice going shrill, words coming faster and faster. “M-maybe et’s wrong- maybe I’m not- please don’t make me feel et?!”

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Oh the poor kid... Had he ever broken a bone? Just with his reaction to the pain... “Oy... Breathe, mate,” he replied with a tone that was unusually soft for him. He slid his hands in his pockets. Maybe he had some morphine, having his own occasional overwhelming pains to battle with. But the biggest thing he knew was that he had to get Cam calm. “Tell me yer name. What do you do for a living?”

[onehellofaconfusionarchive]

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[confusedamoeba]

Don´t skip nine!

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afternoon ladies and gents...

anyone wanna rp?