solitary man

Independent RP blog for a Canon-divergent version of Jackson Whittemore. Occasionally NSFW and may contain triggers. Asks of all kinds welcome. If you want to play, click READ FIRST to see how! I track the tags straywhitt and worldwearywanderer.

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[debtstrokes-blog]

         Blood sky every mornin’                  Shoulda seen the warnin’

                                         Captain to the seamen                                               Man your battle stations

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[straywhitt]

carterstilinski‌:

Continued from Ask

@straywhitt

Carter blushed at his remark hitting him playfully. “I-I’m not delicate. You’re just a brute!” He said as Jackson pulled away. He took a moment to catch his breath before getting himself back up. “Let’s try this again.” He said to the other male willing to give this training another go.

Trying to train Carter to defend himself was mostly a way to pass the time, as much as an excuse for interaction. They were neighbors now, and these late nights, still keyed up from working at the club left Jackson with a lot of pent up energy. The wolf in him was wild when the moon was out, this was the best way to satisfy himself. The apartment complex gym was empty, and under the sterile white fluorescent lights, he hopped to his feet, letting Carter up. 

He grins. Tenacity is always an admirable trait. Jackson, spreads his feet, planting them shoulder width apart, open palms up. 

“Alright, you can try. Just remember, when it comes to Wing Chun, you have to think about yourself as momentum. Fluidity. When I come at you, move with my momentum, don’t try to stop so much as propel.”

He’d taken up as many martial arts as he could while abroad. His supernatural ability gave him an edge on picking up technique. Wing Chun had become his favorite, because it was defensive and passive. Almost like dancing.

[straywhitt]

‘ don’t leave. ‘

x // accepting

The request gives Jackson pause. He has to really consider himself carefully when Scott asks him to stay. They’ve been through the ringer together, and these days it was harder and harder to remember where they’d come from. It was difficult to conjure up memories of high school and all the fucked up things that went down. 

New memories splattered over the old like so much bright white paint, only the occasional bit of color bled through now. 

So when Scott asks him to stay, Jackson has to think hard to remember why he doesn’t deserve to. The black marks on his soul are barely visible to him anymore. 

“Why? Why do you want me to stay?”

[straywhitt]

"Says the one that instigates it."

          “Is that a complaint I hear?”

[rpmemestm]

LATE NIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  just kiss me.  ‘ ‘  please..  ‘ ‘  i need you.  ‘ ‘  don’t make me say it.  ‘ ‘  you’re shaking.  ‘ ‘  i’m shaking.  ‘ ‘  touch me.  ‘ ‘  i need to feel you.  ‘ ‘  you’re so beautiful/handsome..  ‘ ‘  don’t leave.  ‘ ‘  i don’t deserve you.  ‘ ‘  you should go..  ‘ ‘  i just need to feel something.  ‘ ‘  let me in..  ‘

[straywhitt]

mieczyslxw‌:

Truth be told he isn’t sure how he would have felt about seeing Jackson again without the memories of the Nogitsune. Just because Stiles saw another’s pain doesn’t mean he always expressed his sympathy. He might have come around anyway, but it would have been a question of time.  Now he understood though, first hand what it might have been like as the kanima and any blame he might have put on the other’s shoulders was wiped away. Being something of a bully didn’t justify what he went through.

So with Jackson’s understanding, he feels a sort of mutual respect that he can easily take. This far, Stiles was liking this more mature side of him quite a bit. “You too.”

With the next question he gives a nod of his head. “You’d be surprised, yeah. Usually my gut leads me where I might be needed and people will pay a lot for someone to come in and fix their supernatural problems. Not a very common practice, even in that world.  What about you? How’ve you been getting by all this time?”

There was an almost comforting feeling, knowing he wasn’t alone in the feeling of being body jacked, and somehow managing to carry on. Stiles... His new life seemed to suit him. As they came to a red light, Jackson glanced over and took in the many changes, the way the world hung across Stiles’ shoulders now. They were still themselves, but there was more. So much more that couldn’t be given a name of its own, it simply was. Life had a way of doing that. Piling on layers, invisible to some, blatantly obvious to others. 

“Me?” he accelerates again, making familiar turns down even more familiar streets, “I’m a lawyer. I tend to take cases no one else would understand.” Cases for supernatural individuals, which kept him in high demand. What it didn’t do was pay the bills. No more Porsche. No more living to excess. His parents wanted involvement, wanted to keep doting, but when Jackson had dug deep enough into his past to discover the truth during his schooling, he’d left that all behind. 

Truth had changed him in ways that softened him on the exterior, but hardened him on the inside. He knew now, just who his real father was, and he’d been working against that ever since. Sure, there was the nature versus nurture argument, but Jackson wasn’t sure that applied to werewolves. 

“It’s satisfying. Doesn’t pay well, but it’s been... worth it. Kind of helping me scrub some of that blood off my soul, if you know what I mean.”

[straywhitt]

“You’re crushing me.”

          “My bad. Didn’t realize you were so... delicate,” he teases, pushing up and away.

[straywhitt]

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

          “Not always... but... It’s happening often enough that... I’m starting to think you might like it.”

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

training turned tension starters

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”

“I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.”

[obriengifs]

Dylan O’Brien for Teen Vogue

[straywhitt]

mieczyslxw‌:

He almost outright laughs with Jackson’s jibe. “Not even close.” An amused chuckle let out with his voice instead.  It would take too long, he thinks, to try and recount everything that happened.  The darach and her sacrifices, the alpha pack and their rampage.  The dread doctors and chimeras, new betas being made and found.  Dead bodies showing up everywhere.  All the things he did as the Nogitsune.

Maybe he would recount it later, if Jackson really wanted to know, but it was all in the past.  Relevant, he thinks, especially if they were going to be running into anyone from back then but it wasn’t necessary either.  And where would he even start?

“Maybe.” He adds with a grin on his face, one only lasting as long as he looks at the driver. “I can almost get it. He’s seen me kill before- not really me, I was possessed for a little while, and the Nogitsune… it was different after. No one talked about it but no one really looked at me the same. I don’t blame them for that much but- if you want to give him the benefit of the doubt? I know what it’s like to enjoy death because something made me once. But if you ask me he should have known anyway. Could have at least asked.  And thus was the straw to break the camel’s back… it’s not all bad though. After the possession thing I started looking into some stuff, found some skills of mine I’ve expanded on since I left. That part of me feeling the pull? You’re looking at a witch for hire.”

It was both comforting and disconcerting that he wasn’t the worst of what happened to this place over the years. No one in Beacon deserved the kind of hell that seemed to find it. For everything to be left in the hands of a handful of teenagers seemed entirely unfair. It all started with McCall, and maybe it would finally end with him. This war with the hunters, the stirring of something unsettling and decidedly supernatural, it felt... Jackson couldn’t quite figure out why, but coming to Beacon Hills again felt like the end of a long traveled road. This feeling that drew him back was one that reeked of finality. 

Possession. That word catches Jackson and it sinks in slowly. Jackson knows all too well what that feels like. To be caught up in the will of something else and find your hands bloodied by it. A pang of sympathy twists his chest up in knots. 

“I’m... I’m sorry, Stiles. I know better than most how shitty that can be,” he offers, but he doesn’t linger on that. No, because what Stiles follows that with is so intriguing. Was no one from his graduating class normal? Then again, what was normal? Maybe this was normal. 

“That right? Witch. After everything that happened here, I guess I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am. You get a lot of work?”

It sound somewhat like small talk to fill the space while they drive, but it isn’t. It’s a question of where Stiles has been since he left Beacon Hills.

[straywhitt]

Mc'xcuse, Stiles does not SNORE. He marinates the night with the soothing sound of his voice.

           “I’ve heard tractors more soothing.”

[straywhitt]

mccallofthewild‌:

“Don’t flatter yourself that much. Just take the compliment.”

“Just finishing what you started, McCall. Enjoy the banter, don’t be a killjoy.”

[straywhitt]

mccallofthewild‌:

It wasn’t until later, much later, after they got to safety, after Deaton got medicine in him, after he got home and Jackson stayed with him for a lot longer than he ever would have thought he might, that Scott said anything again. He watched Jackson for a bit first. He appreciated the way that the glow of the TV that lit the room accentuated the other man’s angular features. And he realized that he shouldn’t have let Jackson stay. He deserved a chance at a good life, a better life than he could have as part of Scott’s pack. Could it have been that difficult to just make Jackson feel rejected and force him out of town again?

Scott opened his mouth briefly, closing it again, then clearing his throat before speaking softly at last, “Do you think everyone’s going to remember me for this?” He inquired, his gaze turning away from Jackson. “Do you think they’ll remember me as the one that caused this war and then lost it?”

Jackson was finally settling in for the night, relaxing into the silence that Scott had instigated. He was worried, but didn’t let it show, just offered silent support. So when Scott finally did speak, it startled Jackson slightly. He jumped, eyes flitting over Scott, appraising him, trying to make sense of the question. 

“You didn’t start this war, McCall. They did. And you’re fighting it with more integrity than they deserve. I’d have resolved to d things a lot messier by now. I think if people remember anything... They’ll remember you did the best that you could for the sake of everyone. They’ll remember you as... As a great alpha, but more importantly a... a good man.” Which was more than could be said for the likes of Jackson. He needed Scott to stay the course and maintain hope. If he didn’t, Jackson might just slip away and become someone he’d regret being.

[straywhitt]

mieczyslxw‌:

So it seemed he and Jackson were on more than just coincidental paths.  Both come to the call, answering whatever was shifting again in Beacon Hills but neither staying with friends or family.  Both vanished from town for some years now.  Both grown in that time.

He isn’t sure what to make of it all exactly, but he thinks this was the most comfortable he’s ever been around Jackson.  Maybe for the similarities in their cases, maybe just the difference in the wolf’s behavior.

He follows easily, a dirty old backpack holding his belongings over one shoulder and boots crunching in the leaves as they make their way back to the road.  Stiles gives him a polite nod as he climbs in the car, the corner of his lips quirking up.

“A lot of shit happened after you left.”  He answers with a shrug, tone conversational as he goes on.  “We handled it the best we could, I mean.  People died, everyone’s had to grieve.  I’m not the only one who got fucked up in that town or anything, even when I left it wasn’t just me getting pushed around- when I left there were mutations going on.  But Beacon Hills was driving me insane with all the shit that happened and kept happening and then Scott would rather believe someone who’s practically a stranger over me? No.  I can admit the guy was a good manipulator but that? Followed by my dad nearly dying in the hospital, that was the last straw for me.  Soon as I knew he’d be okay I left.”

Jackson listened. He truly listened. His fingers tightened on the wheel as Stiles explained. Jackson had been so out of the loop for so long it felt like dropping into a deep, cold water to hear the reasons why Stiles had left their childhood home. 

Mutations? People dying... Jackson had  distanced himself from news in Beacon Hills after Allison had died. Thinking about this place had been hard enough before that, and after it was almost unbearable. Now he felt a small shred of guilt for not checking in. Maybe if he’d stayed in touch he could have.. what? Helped? He looked at his hands on the wheel briefly and then back to the road as he drove. 

“And here I thought I was the worst thing that had happened to Beacon Hills,” his tone was wry, words self deprecating, but meant in an almost humorous way. He shook his head as the city limits came into sight and familiar landmarks rose up on the horizon. Hearing about Scott trusting anyone over Stiles gave him pause. 

“Did McCall just go off the deep end with his benefit of the doubt savior complex? Hard to imagine a world in which you two aren’t thick as thieves,” that was somehow, the most surprising thing Stiles had said. Scott giving his trust to someone over Stiles was just... unfathomable to Jackson.