#canspotatimeagent

[wickedwritingswickedgame]

@canspotatimeagent​ asked for a started with the Accursed Time Lord...

He knew it was a possibility. After all, he’d only rewritten the universe; he hadn’t erased it. ‘Rewritten,’ snorted a lilted voice in his head. ‘As if that ‘appens every day.’

“Shut up,” Malekith hissed under his breath, his hearts thundering behind his ears. He didn’t have time for that today. Not anymore. The former Dark Elf wove through the crowded street, keeping his eyes ahead but his face from clear view. He should’ve realized sooner, should have put two and two together the moment his daughter mentioned a ‘Captain Jack.’ But Torchwood...what the Hel was he doing there? 

‘Different universe, remember? May not be so bad in this one.’

“I told you to shut up,” Malekith growled, ducking his head as a passerby swiveled in his direction. Always so many humans on this Bor-forsaken rock. Why Emily decided to make Earth her home, he’d never understand. ‘Tha’s not true, is it? You used t’spend a lotta time here.’

This time, he let the voice be. The past was the past and couldn’t be undone. He’d learned that the hard way. Sometimes, however...sometimes, an opportunity like this fell into his lap. Far be it from him to pass it up.

Malekith finally pushed his way to the front of the crowd, ignoring a shout as he ducked under the caution tape.  Captain Jack had called for backup this time around--an extra set of hands ‘just in case.’ Thankfully, Dark Elves (Time Lords) required far less sleep than most species, and so here he was, suit and all (sans the tie) trying not to gawk at a face he thought he’d never see again.

"Jack...” Jack Harkness. After all this time...all this time? This isn’t your world, Malekith. He doesn’t know you. 

“...my name,” he added hastily, clearing his throat. “My name is Jack--Tyler. Jack Tyler. Reporting for backup as...as required.”

#I AM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND SO LONG #also ZERO pressure to reply #I just had inspo so here we are #canspotatimeagent #the accursed time lord #children of the broken queue

[starkastichotmess]

@hamadaxfighter asked: 🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl? 😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before? 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

💌 munday asks! [ meme - accepting ]

🤗 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’d like to meet irl?

So many!! Honestly, for being as introverted as I am (as well as having social anxiety to astronomical levels), the amount of "this is my person and I must cuddle them constantly if they want to cuddle!" is astounding. Just to name a few off the top of my head (which I'm doing before coffee, so I'm not going to be able to list everyone even if I try because brain is only running at like 12% right now): @canspotatimeagent/@the-captains-table/@secondchancesmagneto, @smokedanced/@dutyworn/@dochaes/@waywardfeathered, @lovepurposed/@hopepurposed, @theresastargirl, @spxnglr, and you.

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

Umm... I've met so many of my online friends in general at this point that I can't remember who's in the rpc and who isn't... xD But it's been years since I've seen anyone in person regardless, though it was much easier when I lived near Boston and New York City than where I'm currently living (being that I live in the middle of nowhere to the extent that we can't even get delivery here).

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

You know those moments where you just vibe with someone, and it's like you've been best friends all your lives, even though you only just met? I've had the luck to encounter that several times over the last few years through the rpc, which is pretty amazing to even experience once, much less multiple times.

Also, finding people who are willing to take the whole canon divergence with Tony without batting an eye because, y'know, I don't want to subject myself to the trauma that is E.ndg.ame and most everyone's been really cool about it is definitely worth noting, because canon divergence isn't always easy to deal with when it comes to really popular canon characters, especially within certain fandoms.

#hamadaxfighter #life model answering machine ( ooc replies ) #official consulting hours ( answered ) #?meme: munday asks!

[masterlysamtyler]

@canspotatimeagent​ liked for a starter (accepting)

from   Sam Tyler?... fobwatched!Master

Sam could hear the guv arguing outside - loudly, forcefully and absolutely not politically correct in his choice of words. Must be his ego at stake then, the DI thought to himself. Of course, DCI Gene Hunt never took it lightly when someone waltzed into his kingdom and tried to snatch a case from under his nose. Especially not some ‘government posh knickers from Sheepshaggia’. Apparently.

That was the moment when Sam - rolling his eyes - decided to turn his back on the crime scene and stepped outside to discuss responsibilities with the so called ‘Torchwood’ authorities.

“Sorry,” Sam intervened; voice and face of Harold Saxon but his bearing, his style... it was so off. “DI Tyler. I apologise for my superior. But he’s got a point: this is our homicide case. What does Torchwood want here?”

#hey :) hope this is okay #lemme know if I should change something ^^ #canspotatimeagent #Interaction

[immortaljackal]

@canspotatimeagent || semiplotted thingy.

"For the last time, no, you can not take them home with you," Layla sighs in fond exasperation, shooting a mock-glare at her younger cousins playing with the four young children that she has come to think of as her own. As per usual when the twin boys were around, chaos and mischief follow, noticeable even in her home.

Honey-gold eyes turn away from the purer gold and silver eyes that stare at her pleadingly from unruly mops of platinum white hair as she hears the front door open, her smile softening as she stands up to greet her partner. Pressing a warm, affectionate kiss to Jack's lips, she whispers, "We have company. Come and meet my cousins, sweetness. Just make sure you do a headcount of our little ones before they leave."

Turning her focus back to the twins, she gestures at the one in red, his hair even more unruly than his brother's - though not helped in the slightest by Robin's hands currently playing in it - as she introduces the boys. "This is Akil," she starts, the boy with the golden eyes grinning cheekily back at her and then up at Jack.

"And his twin brother, Adjo." She gestures then to the boy in stark contrast to his twin, where Akil is casual in his red hoodie and jeans, Adjo wears a crisp white button-up under a blue sweater vest with khakis - the over all effect ruined by him currently being practically buried under a pile of younger children. "They are sons of Ra."

Akil's grin only grows at that note, shrugging slightly as he shifts Robin in his hold when they try to climb onto his shoulders. "You say that like it is nothing unusual, cousin. Father hasn't had any other offspring before us since the founding of the Court."

"He has not had any since you either," Layla notes teasingly with a wry grin of her own. "Though with you two being his last, I cannot say I blame him."

"Bah. We're delightful and you know it, Lahya," Akil quips back at her before freeing himself from his baby cousin's grasp, setting the little one next to his sibling.

Rolling her eyes at the boy, she instead offers to them, "Akil, Adjo. This is Jack. He's from the future. Play nice."

#canspotatimeagent #immortal scoundrel ( jack ) #cunning trickery ( ic ) #shipverse || oh for fuck’s sake here we go again ( dweu ) #charming & irresponsible; *irresistible ( layla & jack ) #i bring the storm ( closed starter )

[sclfmastery]

@canspotatimeagent liked  for a starter with Dhawan!Master!

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The Master, wearing the scorched and bloodstained remains of his cheeky plaid suit, minus one shoe and the entire left half of his violet waistcoat, prowls in agitated circles around Jack Harkness. 

      “I bet it was you. You who warned her.  About that . . . that useful, but ultimately temporary creature. That, that, that, quasi-cyberman.  Killed ‘im myself.” 

He laughs, and it’s a pitiful final effort at pride, while blood drips from his split-open head.  

Regeneration energy simmers and circles him; he growls and rapidly shakes his head, spittle flying from his clenched teeth, hands in fists. Not yet . . . ! Not because she let a HUMAN try and end me! NOT YET!  

Through wild black bangs, he peers out at Harkness: one of Her acceptable freaks.  Of course; humans always get a free pass for doing the things that the Master has done, when it comes to the Doctor. 

     “Looking for her too, are you? Love her, do you?  Well be my guest! She won’t even DIE with me! Stranded me with the worst humans earth’s ever produced, thanked me for enlightening her about who she really is . . . !” 

The directionless rant ends with a strange little sound, a squeak of epiphany.  

     “O-ohhhh. But you dunno about that.  Well, I’m not telling you.  Nope.  That’s mine. I get to keep at least ONE thing. Even if it’s just knowledge.”  

And, dizzy with his concussion, he slides to the floor. 

#ic #canspotatimeagent #different from you #iirc Jack just picked up a wandering Dhawan Master who was having a breakdown post-series-twelve) #so i just resumed there!) #blood tw #gore tw #suicidal ideation tw

[missgreentelepath]

Fuck, marry, kill (for M’gann): James D, Emily and Captain Jack!

“I mean, sorry Captain Jack you are very handsome, but you have the line up pretty accurate. Can’t kill my best friend or future baby daddy/husband.”

#wickedwritingswickedgame #therenegadechildoftime #canspotatimeagent

[rileymcdaniels]

@canspotatimeagent

@magicaltalents

#riley and athelstan: in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene #canspotatimeagent #thecaptainstable #riley and caleb: you're my kingdom come #magicaltalents

[starkastichotmess-moved]

@canspotatimeagent​ || random af starter just because

“Let me get this straight,” Tony starts, eying the man seated across from him at his desk with a touch of weary suspicion. “You want me to let you into the Department of Damage Control warehouse, and just... let you poke through what was left behind from the Chitauri invasion?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been approached about such, but it was the first time someone from some ‘secret’ shadow government agency from overseas had done so so blatantly. 

He did have to give the man some credit. “At least you’re honest about why you’re here. But surely you know I can’t just let anyone in near that tech...”

#canspotatimeagent #i'm game | { ic } #flying too close to the sun | { dweu mainverse }

[shanhelingmoving]

I LOVE your torchwood tarot series, consider this encouragement to keep going!!

holyshit thank you so much?!! 💜💜

#asks #canspotatimeagent

[aubrey-granger]

Welcome to Cardiff

Aubrey didn’t fully understand dream job until he got to Wales. He thought things were great in the states, and took the offer mostly on a whim. There was a worry it was a once in a lifetime thing. Now he was sure this was the best chance he’s taken.

It took him about a month to get into a routine. He licked out and had a bus stop both close to both his flat and the museum. The walk to his flat was about three blocks, passing by a few small shops. After he stepped off the bus, Aubrey was distracted by a flash of light in the alcove between two buildings. Since it was on his way, Aubrey’s steps slowed as he reached the alcove. It was too dark to really see anything, but he could hear labored breathing. 

“Hello?”

His greeting was met by a growl, and in a flash Aubrey was being pulled into the alcove. The pulling was from a sharp set of teeth that had sunk into his good leg. The pain was like fire, and he fell backwards onto the ground. Aubrey cried out as loud as he could in the cloud of pain and panic. The more he tried to pull away, the harder the bite was into his flesh. 

With tears in his eyes Aubrey reached for his cane.  There wouldn’t be much behind it, but Aubrey tried to beat the creature with his cane. He was hoping he could somehow get it to let go. 

@canspotatimeagent

#canspotatimeagent #and this is how Torchwood finds him #and Jack has Aubrey in his life again.

[wickedwritingswickedgame]

@canspotatimeagent​ asked for a starter with Cain Marko

"Remind me who you are again?” Cain studied his companion (or was it chaperone?) skeptically. Talk about a turn of events. One minute he had the undivided attention of a man he’d basically idolized for years (not that he’d ever use those words out loud) and now...what? He’d been pawned off to the assistant? Acquaintance? What was this guy’s deal? 

He knows Magneto. He’s gotta be important. Maybe...but Cain had done enough research and he paid enough attention that he recognized the familiar faces. This guy was either in so deep he’d been wiped off the books or...or he was new. Cain didn’t especially like new. New was unpredictable and more often than not, dangerous.

#canspotatimeagent #wgcainmarko #Good luck Jack X'D #v: second chances #children of the broken queue

[deitysmuses]

“You come into my classroom and interupt while I teach.” Madelyne clarified, letting her hair fall from it’s tight bun. “You’ve best come with a life threatening situation, or I’ve won the lottery.” The Black Queen finished, taking a seat on her desk, motioning for the intruder to speak.

It was wise not to waste a Hellfire Academy teacher’s time. This did not change for the Magically Inclined Telepath, as she was never in a rather pleasant mood after hours. She did not want to spend the entire night grading papers, so her lunch hour had become rather productive in clearing her schedule. This however was haltered by unwelcomed intrusions and fumbling questions.

“Speak up.”

#;;The Black Queen— Madelyne Pryor;; #open starter?? #((muse testing)) #V:: Teaching at the Academy #xmen muse #multimuse #scott summers #wickedwritingswickedgame #canspotatimeagent #xmen mcu rp #post apocalypse #hellfire academy

[theaccursedninth]

🎄

Send me a Christmas tree and I’ll give you five holiday headcanons for our muses!

1) Even after regenerating, Mal is very reluctant to let go of his holiday skepticism. For as long as he can remember someone somewhere usually ends up invading the Earth - just because it hasn’t happened in this particular timeline doesn’t mean it won’t. 

2) I’d like to think Jack eventually convinces him to at least try the holiday spirit out (*cough* maybe hoping it might help Mal feel more like the Doctor again)

3) That first Christmas I think it would be kind of funny if England fell into peril anyway. Assuming this takes place before the Snap Jack and Mal would 100% beat any Avenger to the scene which would eventually lead to the public’s unofficial-official introduction to the Doctor~ 

4) Despite his apprehensions both Mal and Jack end up enjoying themselves--it’s feels so GOOD to work as a proper team again, much less saving the world instead of for selfish or destructive gain. Imagine Mal actually introducing himself as the Doctor when asked, the first time he’s done so publicly since the Parting of Ways. I could scream about it. I could.

5) I’m not sure how or where it unfolds but there’s definitely an excited and dramatic kiss under the mistletoe--and Mal totally dips Jack ;)

#v: the doctor again #canspotatimeagent #headcanons #okay is wonderful

[hannahhybrid]

@canspotatimeagent The air in Torchwood wasn’t as cold as it could have been. The quiet seemed pleasant on the one hand, listening to every little click of machinery or the distant ripple of water, though on the other hand Hannah Von Karlsen was far more used to noise. Back home it was always the usual busy chatter of organic and metallic voices, the latter barking orders on harder days, perhaps the odd explosion on really hard days. It was very different here, not just the sounds but how the air felt and smelled. This place must get cleaned a lot, she thought, because a faint hint of chemical smell hung around insistently. It must be for medical purposes, hopefully not experimentation.

Hannah sat as patiently as she could on the weird table thing she’d been guided to by the man she just met, the damaged skirts of her heavy crinolined dress making it feel like she was sitting in a broken birdcage. She sighed and waited for the man to return. Truth be told, the young hybrid was very nervous about this stranger despite being offered help and how kind he was being. There was every chance he could react badly the moment he found out who she was… what she was, and nothing could be done about it since she didn’t know the way back out of his weird underground lair. She supposed, if he did react, she’d just have to defend herself.

How the hell she’d do that while injured, bugger knows. The fall from being unceremoniously tossed by the TARDIS and left in the middle of Cardiff had done a number, she would guess at this point some badly bruised ribs, a few bruises elsewhere too, one twisted ankle and some scraped tendrils which flicked about the more impatient and unnerved she became.

“Captain Harkness?” Hannah called to wherever she assumed he might be, “Captain Harkness, are you still there?”

#canspotatimeagent #rp thread

[immortaljackal]

@canspotatimeagent​​ || utter chaos inbound.

This... isn’t home.

Honey-gold eyes study the familiar surroundings, and yet something is deeply wrong about them. For one, she cannot feel her connection to the Duat at all, which should not be possible.

“Sweeney, I swear, if you are somehow responsible for this, I am going to kill you,” she mutters under her breath as she stalks quietly through the house, looking for any clues as to what precisely has happened to land her here.

Only, the first thing that truly stands out to her as she moves into the kitchen is the man standing by the counter. Head tilted to the side, she studies him silently for a moment, her gaze looking far deeper than should be possible as she peers literally into his soul, only...

“That is not possible,” she breathes, eyes widening in disbelief. This man, whoever he is, has lived far longer than is possible for any human, and yet that is exactly what he is - human. And there’s no sign of curse, or divine touch to him to explain how he’s lived for so long.

#canspotatimeagent #immortal scoundrel ( jack ) #cunning trickery ( ic ) #shipverse || oh for fuck’s sake here we go again ( dweu ) #charming & irresponsible; *irresistible ( layla & jack ) #paradox || in the end everything collides ( multiverse ) #i bring the storm ( closed starter ) #//this is american gods' layla #//trying to figure out how to tag these is gonna be a bitch #//but definitely needs the paradox tag

[sclfmastery]

@canspotatimeagent liked for a starter with Simm!Master!

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Petulance of a benign variety decorates Koschei’s face.  All three of the kids are still in bed, the seaside cottage is cocooned in a blissful silence, and so he has the time to petition his husband for goodies and treats. 

    “Sam . . . darling . . . dearie . . . . Handsome Sugar Plum Dumpling . . .  I’ve not yet met a one of your past Torchwood mates.  I know what I want for Christmas this year.” 

#ic #canspotatimeagent #different from you