Captain Jack Harkness. Member of Torchwood, occasional companion of the Doctor; Selkie. That last part? Don't bother asking. All you need to know is that I'm single and it's not contagious.
{This is an AU RP account, not connected with any group. Willing to roleplay with DW, TW, Supernatural or any other RP accounts.
This Captain Jack is a Selkie; a shapeshifting creature of Irish/Welsh mythology, where the males are known for their promiscuity. More information in the 'Selkie' page below.
THIS IS A VERY NSFW BLOG. THERE IS PORN. WHAT A SHOCK JACK IS A HOAR.}
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
OOC: Off to bed! Goodnight, all!
I actually work now. Bleh. Replies in the morning!
Shitfuckingbollocks. -Exuded the Master as he tried to force the door shut, and lock it, eventually having to use the laser screwdriver to keep the Freak out.-
You don’t touch me! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH ME, FREAK, AND WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?! -He drops the bag and opens it, pulling out the fur. He wondered if this is what the Freak was after or was it the other pelt? Or the third or fourth pelt he’d found.-
Care to tell me what you’re looking for exactly?
I’ll rip you to pieces if I have to, you bastard! -He tries shouldering the door desperately, just frantic to get inside and to his pelt- The pelt! The fucking otter pelt. Give it to me! -He gets more and more panicked, a mixture of fear and rage overwhelming him-
(Source: 51stcenturyselkie)
51stcenturyselkie started following you
Hello.
Hello right back. Captain Jack Harkness, at your service.
-He rips the bag out of the Freaks grasp and turns to face him with his eyes wide.- What in Omega’s name is wrong with you?! I’m not going to drop my bag. I rarely carry one, but I was…. scoping things out. -Starts to walk backward and turns quickly, taking off for the TARDIS as fast as his little legs would carry him. He frantically grabbed for the spare key behind the ‘P’ and let himself in.-
-An almost animalistic snarl escapes him as he pursues, trying to grab him, the bag, anything he can reach. He tries to shove his way into the TARDIS after him, absolutely frantic and enraged- Give me the fucking pelt. Right now.
(Source: 51stcenturyselkie)
I can assure you I am not a kitten.
You sure about that?
Cats are almost as vindictive, anyway.Cheetah virus aside, I am not, in any way, a feline.
So if I scratched you under the chin, you wouldn’t purr?
I’d be more likely to laser you.
Shame.
‘Cause I could get you to purr if you gave me the chance.
I can assure you I am not a kitten.
You sure about that?
Cats are almost as vindictive, anyway.Cheetah virus aside, I am not, in any way, a feline.
So if I scratched you under the chin, you wouldn’t purr?
Yeah, probably the latter. But don’t think I’m out to pick a fight. I have nothing to gain from it, and neither do you. -Despite the tension, he smiles a tiny bit.-
I suppose there’s not much to gain. You don’t seem like you’d bring harm in the least possible way now. It’s a bit disappointing actually, so I’ll just be on my way then.
-The Master adjusts his sachel and turns from the man, a bit a fur that should be very familiar to the Freak sticking out of it ever so slightly.-
-Jack is silent for a moment, simply watching the other leave. However, his eyes are instantly drawn to the satchel and the too-familiar corner of his pelt. He reacts instantly, lunging forward and grabbing for the bag desperately.- Drop. It. Right now.
