On the Rooftops of the Night

Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴘᴇᴀʀs, Aɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ'ᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs, Dɪᴅ Hᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇ Hɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ? Dɪᴅ Hᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴇ? (( Indie Sebastian Moran RP/Ask blog, NSFW at times, set in BBC's Sherlock. Will RP with anyone, fandom, OC, etc. Will tag as requested. ))

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If we are RPing together

you do not have to:

get to my thread just because you’re working on other replies

avoid posting often just because we’re both online and it’s your turn

push yourself to write something just because you see me on

I understand:

that sometimes you only get muse for certain threads

you may not know what to reply with at the moment

some threads you have are in an exciting moment and you’d rather put your focus into those

RPing is for fun. Don’t force yourself to get stuff done. Your replies are worth the wait.

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Feral ☫ Omegaverse; Open

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Once set loose, PN made his way to a blanket that was in the far corner in a heap, and crawled under it, green eyes peering out at Moran. FX sniffed at Moran a few more times, before slowly exploring the room, sniffing at the walls and carpet a few times, then the toys. Finally he seemed to come to some sort of decision and he plopped down beside Moran with a chew toy, idly picking at it with his fingers.

Pulled back onto his heels, RF panted, his mouth hanging open and head tilted as if he didn’t fully understand. He seemed ds=istracted by the other two omegas, giving a little growl when FX or PN got close to the ball he obviously wanted. He squirmed and fidgited uncomfortably for a while, clearly not used to being up on his heels.

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Sebastian was content to hold RF while the two preferred omegas wandered, smiling quietly at FX when he settled nearby. However, his mind remained on task. The leash was pulled even tighter for a moment, then the butt of the cigarette plopped onto the tongue available to him. If he wouldn’t pay attention willingly, Moran would be more than happy to force his focus.

Without giving him time to think, the sniper stood and dragged the disobedient one to the far wall, searching for somewhere to hang the leash while holding the omega in place with a foot. “So if you’re going to be like that,” he muttered, “you’ll get to be even more uncomfortable. It’s really rather simple, even for a pea-brain like yourself.”

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Obligatory “LOOK AT MY SHIP HOLY SIT FIREFLY ONLINE KEEP FLYING CORTEX SHE’S SO PRETTY” post.

The Kepler craft is so fucking gorgeous and I can’t handle the lil nose stripe look at her look how pretTY SHE IS

[letsplaybymyrules]

Feral ☫ Omegaverse; Open

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“Fine. But you’re making a mistake. PN’s not worth the air he needs to breathe.” The attendant grumbled, grabbing the lead and handing it to Moran, PN snapped at his hand again, not actually biting this time, but it was enough to scare the male attendant off with a murmur of something about paperwork.

“Sorry about that….the sitting room is this way.” The female attendant apologized, turning to lead the way.

RF instantly started to pull at his lead, leaping toward her excitedly, and coughing and wheezing when the choke chain closed on his neck. Every once in a brief while he’d stop pulling long enough to snag a decent breath, but that was all. PN moved up to stand beside FX, right at Moran’s side. The two better behaved omegas leaned into each other a bit, PN licking a quick stripe across FX’s scar as if to reassure him that everything was alright.

The sitting room was pretty small. Just a little carpeted room with a couch and a few toys, similar to the chew toys you’d find in a pet store, just made of a slightly softer plastic. There was a large beach ball, and the door locked from the inside. The attendant smiled softly “I’ll leave them to you…if you need anything, there’s a call button on the wall right here.” She explained, tapping the little device, similar to what was installed in appartment buildings. And with that, she left, shutting them into the sitting room.

RF was pulling again, eyes intent on the beach ball, while FX and PN both sat back beside Moran, content to wait until they were unleashed to explore the room.

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Moran, luckily, was prepared for the sudden pull and countered with his own sharp yanks against the lead. The entire walk was a battle with the redhead and his own temper. He was interested in the one “not worth the air” he breathed. The attendant would learn to watch his tongue by the end of this little visit.

When they entered the room, Sebastian nodded in understanding and immediately moved to unclip the two well behaved omegas, casting the pseudo-alpha a stern look of warning. RF, however, remained on his lead two wraps tighter to force him back onto his heels should he want to breathe. While holding his hand above his head, the Alpha squatted in front of the omega before him.

“Let me make something abundantly clear,” he growled, eyeing the butt of cigarette between his fingers well on its way to dying. “If you want any chance of finding an Alpha, you’d better learn how to behave, mutt. Immediately. You won’t be coming home with me, but you will learn to love me in the short time we have for giving you any chance at adoption. You’re going to sit by the wall and watch like a fucking statue. If you’re good for a while, then perhaps I’ll consider letting you do something else. Now I need somewhere to put this so I don’t get ash all over the nice carpet where it could hurt your mates. Open up.”

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“Next time, try to let me know when the mission’s been compromised a little more than thirty seconds before the cops break down the door.”

     He’d barely made it out intact. As it was, remnants of sawdust clung to his arms and face, a testament to his rapid and not particularly “clean” getaway.

[alwaysworth-the-risk-blog]

“Yeah, I just didn’t feel like staying the whole weekend. One afternoon was enough.” She shrugged, and glanced over at him. “This isn’t going to mess up your plans, is it..?”

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“Mmm...”

     Because a noncommittal grunt was obviously the most articulate he could bother to be at the moment. A quick couple of clicks and taps at the number pad accented his focus.

[bakerstreetramblings]

Sherlock turned around slowly to face the gunman, a sly thin smile on his lips as he recognized the figure immediately. He raised his hands to meet his head, an act of defense, and preparation.

             “I see you’re not like your boss               then, prefer to end it quickly,                don’t keep the show going.”

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A careful lid was kept on the sniper’s temper.      He so wanted to blast that grin off the man’s face.    The man who was responsible for Jim’s death.   But he wouldn’t give in so easily to his hatred.

The barrel never so much as twitched.

       “I never liked to play games.           Not with matters such as these, at least.      I’d rather make sure there’s a body for each grave before you      find some way to slip off again.”

[letsplaybymyrules]

Feral ☫ Omegaverse; Open

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“You can walk them to the sitting room, if you’d like.” One of the attendants offered as another took off to get the leads. “They’re young….only just got their first surpressor shots today….can’t sell them off legally until they’re old enough for surpressors. We had quite a few offers on FX up until RF gave him that lovely little calling card across his face. Most Alphas don’t want a marked up omega. It was a bit of a shock when that happened. Usually when omegas brawl for dominance it’s more controlled and docile. I’ve never seen an omega rip another one open like that before.“ He mumbled.

“PN ended up putting that fight down pretty quick though. He’s the dominant one out of this group. Most people don’t even know that omegas will fight for dominance among each other if they’re without an Alpha to straighten them out. The vets call the dominant ones pseudo-Alphas. If you seperate them and they don’t have an Alpha they start to get sickly. The theory is that they need the direction in their life.” The attendant continued as the leads arrived. He took the keys from his back pocket and unlocked the cage, bending to grab RF’s collar quickly before he could pull away. He attached a short red lead to it, passing the lead to Moran before reaching in the back, grabbing hold of the brown fur on the brunette’s back, since that was what he could reach, and pulling him out to clip a short black lead onto him. As soon as he let go, the omega whipped around and bit him hard on the hand, snarling as a few strands of his pup fur floated to the floor of the cage.

“Fucker!” The attendant smacked the omega across the face, earning a very soft snarl from the blond, and making the brunette let go and shove past him out of the cage. The brunette stopped at Moran though, sniffing him, before snarling at the female attendant, his back hunching up a bit.

The male attendant turned to clip a long green lead onto the blond and smacked the brunette across the rump as he backed out of the cage. “That one is always starting problems. Just because he’s psuedo-Alpha he thinks he runs the place. Look, if you want I can just put him back in for you. He’s probably not good for anything but the breeding mill.”

Even still, the brunette omega had only moved to put Moran between himself and the attendants, his short leash resting on the Alpha’s boots. The blond moved a bit slowly getting out of the cage, but once his leash was handed to Moran, he moved a bit quicker and joined the other two at the Alpha’s heels, sniffing his legs a bit before pressing his face into his calf.

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Moran, for the most part, observed passively with one hand in his pocket, the other on his cigarette. He stood when the leads were brought and stood aside to analyze each omega’s behaviour. The confirmation of FX’s scar’s origin drew a cutting glare to the redhead and all but eliminated him from the running. Nonetheless, he’d see how things went. “I won’t tolerate violence between them,” he growled in response.

He listened with interest as the short lead was offered, wrapping it twice about his wrist to keep the trouble pup directly under wherever he decided to place his hand. Should he so much as drop his head he could kiss breathing goodbye completely. The treatment of “PN” was simply watched with no reaction, but when two out of three leads were in his hand he cast that same stare to the attendant who had rightfully earned a bite. “Pick it up and put it in my hand. I understand that you have a lot to focus on, but I’ll decide which I want and how they’re trained. You will not do it for me.” A firm palm with the green loop about its wrist extended, a brow raised in expectation. “We’ll see how he responds to an Alpha. Should you be concerned with any of them it would be this one.” A punctuating flick of the shortest lead explained which he meant. “He scarred good stock of yours, yet you’re concerned about one which needs training... Bit disappointing.”

As he spoke, he glanced down at the favourite and stooped to rub his hair gently. There was no move made to take the lead from his boots, however. He would make his point. One didn’t play football with a nice vase because they could, especially while still on store shelves.

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“Last time I checked,                   you were dead.”

It was unclear where exactly he had the handgun stashed due to how quickly it was drawn, or even if it was in his grasp from the start

“’Double tap.’ Can’t go wrong there. Maybe for you I’ll go so far as triple.”

[theylaughedmama-deactivated2015]

I’v destroyed. I’ve murdered. I’ve burned. I am the monster they warn about.

[letsplaybymyrules]

Feral ☫ Omegaverse; Open

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“The blond’s a real sweetheart.” One of the attendants murmured as the blond shuffled closer, on all fours, because the cage was too short for them to stand. omegas didn’t stand anyway. The bright lights in the hall glistened on the X shaped scar across his face and the deep icy hue of his eyes as he sniffed at the offered finger. Eventually he pressed against the front of the cage properly, a weak little rumble like a purr exiting him as he huffed the smell of cigarette and Alpha. The smell of the smoke he wasn’t too keen on, but it wasn’t so strong that he couldn’t ignore it. FX365, the tag on his choke chain read.

Seeing their companion getting attention, the redhead moved, the choke chains on his neck rattling as he quickly crossed to press against the front of the cage too, practically knocking the lanky blonde out of the way. He scratched and scraped at the back of the blonde as he clambored atop him to press into the cage front, his hands pressing against the chain links. RF520.

Giving a small snarl, the brunette somehow managed to get the redhead down, clearly showing he was the most dominant of the trio. He didn’t press himself against the cage, but he did come a bit closer, just enough for his tag to be read before he returned to the dimly lit back of the cage. PN429.

The blond looked back and forth between the Alpha and the brunette before laying down at the front of the cage, shivering only slightly as his bare skin touched the cement floor. His red haired companion took up the opportunity to prance back in forth, pressing his side hard into the cage and occasionally scraping at it. Despite being in the back, the almost haunting green of the brunettes eyes stared at the Alpha, far closer to looking him in the eye than any omega would normally dare to.

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He couldn’t help it. The blond’s overall demeanour brought a whisper of a smirk to Seb’s face. It took all of three seconds for Moran to decide that this one was the main contender. Between his docility, the nice lean frame he had, and the scar along his face which nicely complimented a couple along the sniper’s cheekbone and jaw, “FX” was a ‘match’ if he ever had one.

Then came the redhead to chase his grin away. He held back from chastising and instead watched cooly, making a point of blowing a stream of smoke into the energetic omega’s face. He liked the blond one already, it was unwise to use it as a stepping stool to gain attention. He halfway wondered if that scar was a result of such poorly-considered actions, but had little time to consider it when a snap from the back stopped the unpleasant debacle. Sharp eyes pulled to the final inhabitant and looked him over in the seconds he was allowed. That was an omega who didn’t have too firm a grasp on his place. However, it served to protect the current favourite.

The finger from before dropped to rub at the bridge of the closest’s nose through the links as he hummed in thought. “I want these three in a sitting room or walk. R.F. gets a tighter lead, I don’t want more scratch marks on the blond. You’re right, he’s very sweet. Surprised he wasn’t snapped up ages ago.”

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“Thought you were out for the weekend? Everything okay?”

     No, he didn’t deem this a situation requiring him to look up from the auction he happened to be watching very closely.

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Feral ☫ Omegaverse; Open

Feral. Everyone at the complex knew that word. Ferals were rare…well, omega ferals, anyway. Alpha ferals were a bit rare too, but they lived outside, they got good jobs and had the money to buy omega ferals. Most of the population was non-feral. All the staff at the complex were. They smelled wrong. Too clean. It made them nervous when the staff came into the cages. It usually meant someone was due for surpressor shots. Those hurt.

Inside one cage, near the back of the complex, three young omegas lay curled up in a pile. One was lanky and thin, his hair and the soft patches of downy pup fur on his back was blonde. Patches of the pup fur were falling out, he’d be of age soon. Another was shorter, stockier, with brown hair and little scraggly patches of brown pup fur. The last had red hair and red pup fur. All three were close to their 18th birthday, when they were supposed to go into their first heat. Bandages on their arms covered the injection sites of the suppressor shots, the only thing keeping the trio of omegas from presenting and drawing Alphas from all over. Heats were precious. They were to be saved for when an omega had their Alpha.

Blinking vibrant green eyes open, the brown omega lifted his head, his vission blurry from the anesthetic that was used on him to facilitate his check up. He could hear something….voices, coming from up the hall. He could just barely smell the approach of an Alpha with the staff. The smell alone was enough to rouse his two cage mates, and slowly, dragging themselves to the front of the cage, and tripping a bit at how unsteady their legs and arms were, the three omegas pressed against the front of the cage, blue, green, and brown eyes all locked expectantly on the hall, waiting for a glimpse of the Alpha.

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It had been a year, and loathe as he was to admit it Sebastian missed Jim. He was alone once again. Try as he may to keep strong and steady, the pubs he passed continually called out with fond memories of his dives. Without his boss there to stop him, who was to say he couldn’t get drunk off his arse night after night once more?

Yeah. That was why he decided it was time for a pet. It was useful as a kid to have something to take care of, some sort of reminder that time passed in ways more real than the rotation of numbers on Jim’s old rotary clock.

The network he was left with was lucky to have an omega supplier nearby. He assumed it was as good an option as any to go and visit. Two hours later, cigarette between clenched teeth and sharp blue eyes raking across everything in his path, he was en route to the holding room. If the workers were to be believed, his perfect match was in here. He’d jokingly mentioned that it had better be or their heads would do just fine. Well... “jokingly.”

For the most part, Moran was disinterested. Two expired cigs had been ground under his heel with no success at the time. Finally, more to the workers’ relief than his own, three little sets of eyes caught his attention. Young ones. That was more like it. A huff of amusement pressed out from behind his teeth as he knelt by the cage, offering a crooked index finger to see how friendly the three may be.

[snipersniperburningbright-blog]

Alright mates, like this for a starter, let’s get back to it :3

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This is so Mormor’s beginning it hurts.

[gazza-ladra]

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Andrew Scott saying "Easy, Tiger!"

…That’s all.

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Celebrating Christmas with Jim and Sebastian :’)