Toshiko "Tosh" Sato

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Torchwood. It changes you.

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[torchwoodtechie]

[Ah! Hello! I roleplay Toshiko “Tosh” Sato from Torchwood! Canon divergent only in the fact that she -

is still alive.]

[captainharknessinthebox-deactiv]

“Tosh.” They were an air of surprise in his tone.  “I wasn’t expecting to see you here, after what happened last week. “

The decisions he usually had to make. weren’t always popular, they saw him for who he really was, some might say he was out of line, whilst others would say that he was a monster.  But he was the only one qualified enough to make those decisions. 

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[torchwoodtechie]

“I know where my loyalties lie, Jack,” Toshiko said with her usual air of kindness. She knew it wasn’t easy for Jack to make the harder decisions. She couldn’t always agree with him, but he was her boss… and at times, she’d even call him a friend. “I wouldn’t disown you over last week’s spat.”

She chuckled.

“Besides, I can’t exactly quit this job.” She offered him a coffee; she had gotten an extra for him. Sure, Ianto was the coffee boy, but it was nice to do it for him somedays. He seemed a bit off from last week as well. Everybody was a bit…off that morning. “I like my memory too much.”

That and she knew she was needed— and to Tosh, that meant everything. She needed to be needed and she loved her job. There would always be tough calls, but she knew more than anybody that it was worth it. She could see things half the world didn’t even choose to believe in.

“But, Jack,” she said, unable to conceal a mild concern in her voice. “How are you holding up? It couldn’t have been easy to make a call like that."

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Introduction (Eric Forman rp account)

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to switch up my account a bit, although I’ll still rp my other muses, I’ve decided to dedicate this account to Eric Forman– I am somewhat new to rp as this character, but I have been doing rp for some years now. Feel free to send in any questions as this will be an Eric Forman pov blog as well as a roleplay blog. If anyone would like to rp, or even just talk feel free to message me!

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((Just wanted to give this account a boost for my friend; if you or anybody you know has a muse relating to this fandom- please shoot this mun a message! They’re super friendly and also RP as Abed Nadir from Community!))

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Classic Ship Tease Meme

Send a 😮 for my muse to react to being mistaken for being in a relationship with yours

Send a 😗 for our muses to almost kiss but get interrupted

Send a 😓 for our muses to get caught in the rain and share an umbrella

Send a 😬 for my muse to offer yours their jacket in the cold (+reverse for the reverse)

Send a 🤗 for our muses to reach for the same object and accidentally touch hands

Send a 🙃 for our muses to ride a ferris wheel together

Send a 😳 for your muse to teach mine how to do something and take a hands on approach (+reverse for the reverse)

[torchwoodtechie]

"For the third and final time, can you please stop moving my fucking tweezers, I need them and they're no good in the bloody pot by my desk, Tosh. Especially when my hands are full of blood, you women and your tidying!:

“Owen, you can’t just leave them sitting around all like that- what if someone were to touch it and get infected.” Tosh sighed, how could he be so smart and yet so impractical. “I washed them and put them away. Where they should be.”

Handing him the cup, she continued. “At the very least, can’t you find something to put them in over there?”

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“Listen, Tosh. If I had wanted you to touch my tools then I would have asked but I didn’t so I don’t and frankly I don’t give a flying fuck if anyone gets infected, it’s not my fucking responsibilty.”

[torchwoodtechie]

“As someone who does care if they’re infected, I will meddle with your shit until you learn to put it away,” she rolled her eyes. “Look, how about a compromise? If you are more conscious about sterilization and putting things in their spot, I’ll do something for you as well, alright?” 

Knowing Owen, it’d probably just be getting him booze or something. Being down a couple quid would mean fuck all if it meant she wouldn’t need to worry about pricking her finger and getting some horrific disease.

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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[torchwoodtechie]

[ Closed RP ]

The sun peered through the window in Owens flat which over looked Cardiff bay, a quite content little place until fights would occur on a Friday and Saturday night - it was mainly the drunks coming home and Owen wasn’t too phased by them, it just meant that he slept in the next morning. Even tho it was a Saturday morning, Owen was tired for a different reason: after finally getting the bollocks to ask Tosh out, things had become very heated, very quickly after thier date at the club, a night of romantic rondveoux: one that had left him breathless and sweating but one he had enjoyed- him and Tosh were together so what did it matter?

Leaning up into the sitting position, he checked the time on his watch before letting out a sigh - 10am, Jack was probably wondering where they both were. Time to get up.

“Tosh–” he said gently, looking down at her and placing a gentle kiss to her cheek. ‘We gotta get up sweetheart.“

[torchwoodtechie]

The sunlight poured into the room and flooded her eyes as they fluttered open. She didn’t want to wake, but she supposed she should have thought of that before sleeping over. Whenever she spent the night at Owen’s, they’d end up having long conversations or partake in other activities that would often last well into the night. These guilty pleasures were her favorites to indulge in, but they often left her craving sleep.

She touched her cheek as she sat up and thought about work. She spoke up after a moment, whilst wiping her eyes and getting her glasses from the nightstand.

“You know, I’m surprised he’s been so lenient with us this morning,” Rising up from the bed, she got her clothes and moved towards the bathroom. “But I suppose after all of the times we’ve caught him with Ianto…we have a bit of a pass to be late once in a while? I mean, he’s probably already figured it out.”

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“Either that or he’s tried calling our phones multiple times, after 11 he gives up so don’t check it. We could always skip work, live a little.” Owen stated, getting up and out of the bed, making his way to the arched doorway and into the kitchen to get breakfast: grabbing the stuff from the fridge and then clicking on the kettle, allowing Tosh to get ready if she wanted too, continuing to ramble on.

“Anyway if he does ask, just tell him we were having sex, that usually throws him off.” Owen smirked, knowing full well how to pull this off - he had skipped work more than enough times to know how to get around Jack.

[torchwoodtechie]

“Skip work…?” she echoed, unsure of whether she liked the idea or just wanted to stay by his side. Once he was in the kitchen, she began picking up her clothes from around the room; her cheeks flushing as she recalled why each garment had landed where it had. Getting dressed, she noticed a small marking on her neck. A hickey. She would typically worry, but she had packed her concealer…and at least Jack would realize she wasn’t lying.

'And telling Jack? God, this is a side of life I haven’t had in years.’ She thought to herself as she walked down the hall; hair still unbrushed and her shirt lazily thrown on. She as usually a morning person, but today she definitely needed a cup of coffee and a hairbrush.

“You know, I’m glad that we,” she trailed off as she ran a hand through her hair, “I’m glad I came over.” She wanted to say more, but isn’t want to overload him so early in the morning. She wanted to say how glad she was that they were finally giving this a try, but she knew he’d be cheeky and act as if she was talking about skipping work.

She wasn’t sure that she could pull off skipping work, but if Owen took the lead, she’d surely follow…and blame him if anything went wrong along the way.

[torchwoodtechie]

[ Closed RP ]

The sun peered through the window in Owens flat which over looked Cardiff bay, a quite content little place until fights would occur on a Friday and Saturday night - it was mainly the drunks coming home and Owen wasn’t too phased by them, it just meant that he slept in the next morning. Even tho it was a Saturday morning, Owen was tired for a different reason: after finally getting the bollocks to ask Tosh out, things had become very heated, very quickly after thier date at the club, a night of romantic rondveoux: one that had left him breathless and sweating but one he had enjoyed- him and Tosh were together so what did it matter?

Leaning up into the sitting position, he checked the time on his watch before letting out a sigh - 10am, Jack was probably wondering where they both were. Time to get up.

“Tosh–” he said gently, looking down at her and placing a gentle kiss to her cheek. ‘We gotta get up sweetheart.“

[torchwoodtechie]

The sunlight poured into the room and flooded her eyes as they fluttered open. She didn’t want to wake, but she supposed she should have thought of that before sleeping over. Whenever she spent the night at Owen’s, they’d end up having long conversations or partake in other activities that would often last well into the night. These guilty pleasures were her favorites to indulge in, but they often left her craving sleep.

She touched her cheek as she sat up and thought about work. She spoke up after a moment, whilst wiping her eyes and getting her glasses from the nightstand.

“You know, I’m surprised he’s been so lenient with us this morning,” Rising up from the bed, she got her clothes and moved towards the bathroom. “But I suppose after all of the times we’ve caught him with Ianto...we have a bit of a pass to be late once in a while? I mean, he’s probably already figured it out.”

[torchwoodtechie]

[ Closed RP ]

The sun peered through the window in Owens flat which over looked Cardiff bay, a quite content little place until fights would occur on a Friday and Saturday night - it was mainly the drunks coming home and Owen wasn’t too phased by them, it just meant that he slept in the next morning. Even tho it was a Saturday morning, Owen was tired for a different reason: after finally getting the bollocks to ask Tosh out, things had become very heated, very quickly after thier date at the club, a night of romantic rondveoux: one that had left him breathless and sweating but one he had enjoyed- him and Tosh were together so what did it matter?

Leaning up into the sitting position, he checked the time on his watch before letting out a sigh - 10am, Jack was probably wondering where they both were. Time to get up.

“Tosh–” he said gently, looking down at her and placing a gentle kiss to her cheek. ‘We gotta get up sweetheart.“