( hey now, we don't use the j word around a perpetually unstable danny johnson. it'd be easy to tell him he's wrong because he is wrong, but danny has little vested interest in correcting people's incorrect assumptions of him. )
Fair enough, sweetheart.
Fair enough, sweetheart.
So it was okay for him to fuck Danny up?
[Whipped out quick in the space where Junpei's words falter. But then Junpei falters entirely, falls to his knees and Murphy's swearing, dropping down next to him, hand pressing tight around the spot the tentacle's ripped out of.]
You okay? There any more?
[Whipped out quick in the space where Junpei's words falter. But then Junpei falters entirely, falls to his knees and Murphy's swearing, dropping down next to him, hand pressing tight around the spot the tentacle's ripped out of.]
You okay? There any more?
text / post-ransom posting cw: blood / reproductive organ talk
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hislittleflower
2024-06-07 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Joan says I need to give you my blood to figure out if I'm sick.
Would you prefer it in a bag or a glass?
Would you prefer it in a bag or a glass?
[ Gasping for air, choking on sobs, Junpei lifts his trembling head to reveal his fringe is now a cluster of smaller tentacles. They squirm energetically as his eyes go wide with panic and he’s trying to scramble shakily to his feet. ]
Not here … ! I can’t transform here! I need to get …
[ He’s trying to focus. To bring himself back from the brink. Hands going to cover his face so he can’t see Murphy. Can’t think about those nights snuggled up close to him. Where he felt safe, and wanted, and loved. ]
… why didn’t you wait until I got home?
[ It hurts to say. To be cross with him. When all he wanted was to adore him. To bask in his love for him. That thing of comfort in a heartless world. ]
If nothing is going to change, why even bother telling me?
Not here … ! I can’t transform here! I need to get …
[ He’s trying to focus. To bring himself back from the brink. Hands going to cover his face so he can’t see Murphy. Can’t think about those nights snuggled up close to him. Where he felt safe, and wanted, and loved. ]
… why didn’t you wait until I got home?
[ It hurts to say. To be cross with him. When all he wanted was to adore him. To bask in his love for him. That thing of comfort in a heartless world. ]
If nothing is going to change, why even bother telling me?
I would prefer to provide the blood myself. Cold iron can hurt me badly.
Joan thinks that because I've never bled from my pussy that I am deathly ill. I've told her it's because I am small, lightly weighted and not human. But she's insistent I give you my blood.
She even said please. Twice.
Joan thinks that because I've never bled from my pussy that I am deathly ill. I've told her it's because I am small, lightly weighted and not human. But she's insistent I give you my blood.
She even said please. Twice.
I know. You're a doctor. And less of a scary one than Magda.
No.
I only found out I wasn't human a few months back. I've never been around others of my kind.
No.
I only found out I wasn't human a few months back. I've never been around others of my kind.
Magda just cares about the hospital, the patients, and her duties very strongly. When other Voidtouched were losing their jobs, she remained neutral. I’m very grateful to her.
That complicates things. Even if I did draw your blood, I might not know how to properly analyze it, especially with how primitive our tools are. This isn’t a modern world where I can send it off to a lab to get detailed results.
That complicates things. Even if I did draw your blood, I might not know how to properly analyze it, especially with how primitive our tools are. This isn’t a modern world where I can send it off to a lab to get detailed results.
She's marvellous. But still terrifying to those of us already unfond of submitting ourselves to doctors.
Joan said you should use a microscope.
[ Another instance of 'Joan said'. ]
And Cesare said I'm to ask for the herbs the other women take here.
Joan said you should use a microscope.
[ Another instance of 'Joan said'. ]
And Cesare said I'm to ask for the herbs the other women take here.
We do have simple microscopes, but that doesn’t change that I’m only really familiar with human blood.
[ And considering he just became a doctor’s assistant a year ago, what he knows about human blood is fairly basic. If he wasn’t currently disgusted by Ianthe he’d suggest she might be more help. ]
Is that all that he said? No condescending drivel about you belonging in the kitchen or contraception being of the devil?
[ And considering he just became a doctor’s assistant a year ago, what he knows about human blood is fairly basic. If he wasn’t currently disgusted by Ianthe he’d suggest she might be more help. ]
Is that all that he said? No condescending drivel about you belonging in the kitchen or contraception being of the devil?
I should warn you that my blood can be a drug to some. Addictive. I've had vampires come after me for it before.
I have some small concerns that it might appeal to people's hidden monsters. I've been dousing myself in heavy perfumes to cover the smell as much as possible.
He was actually quite helpful. Direct. But helpful. No mentions of kitchens or devils, thank goodness. I'm still...it's a bit embarrassing, but, until a month ago I'd never had sex. I was under a vow of abstinence. There are still a lot of things I'm learning about it.
I have some small concerns that it might appeal to people's hidden monsters. I've been dousing myself in heavy perfumes to cover the smell as much as possible.
He was actually quite helpful. Direct. But helpful. No mentions of kitchens or devils, thank goodness. I'm still...it's a bit embarrassing, but, until a month ago I'd never had sex. I was under a vow of abstinence. There are still a lot of things I'm learning about it.
[Junpei tries to get up and Murphy tries to help him, awkward and clumsy between Junpei's panic and Murphy's uncertainty. But he's almost stunned by the question, silent for a moment in confusion.]
Cause you deserve to know. I love you, Junpei, I shouldn't be lying or hiding crap from you.
[He'd known that from the start. Didn't need Mavis' hurt to teach him that it would hurt them. It'd been stupid, and wrong.]
I'm sorry.
Cause you deserve to know. I love you, Junpei, I shouldn't be lying or hiding crap from you.
[He'd known that from the start. Didn't need Mavis' hurt to teach him that it would hurt them. It'd been stupid, and wrong.]
I'm sorry.
Oh. I'd never really thought about it in that context before. You're so clever, Junpei.
[ Mostly because it had never been a concern to her up to this point. ]
Strange, isn't it? To be put into a world were it isn't only a possibility but a reality?
[ Mostly because it had never been a concern to her up to this point. ]
Strange, isn't it? To be put into a world were it isn't only a possibility but a reality?
Strange is an understatement.
[ From isolated loner to having so many people he cared dearly about he couldn’t keep up with all the feelings. From not caring about sex to craving it regularly. ]
I don’t think you need to worry, Peony. If Joan asks you can tell her you consulted a physician.
[ From isolated loner to having so many people he cared dearly about he couldn’t keep up with all the feelings. From not caring about sex to craving it regularly. ]
I don’t think you need to worry, Peony. If Joan asks you can tell her you consulted a physician.
Thank you. I appreciate it. She was going to come after me with a hammer if I didn't talk to you or Magda.
Can I ask a rude question?
Feel free to tell me it's too personal. I don't want to impede on you.
Are you happier now that you have? I talked to Iggy about it but, it's odd, after the first time, I finally felt like an adult rather than a child masquerading as one.
Can I ask a rude question?
Feel free to tell me it's too personal. I don't want to impede on you.
Are you happier now that you have? I talked to Iggy about it but, it's odd, after the first time, I finally felt like an adult rather than a child masquerading as one.
[ It’s an interesting question, and Peony’s answer is so touchingly sweet he kind of hates to deliver his less enthusiastic one. ]
It certainly brought a new dimension to my life. Created a new side of me. I don’t know if I can say I’m happier, though. Too much about this world is stressful for sex to fix things.
It certainly brought a new dimension to my life. Created a new side of me. I don’t know if I can say I’m happier, though. Too much about this world is stressful for sex to fix things.
[ I love you. Right in the chest. Almost making him physically stumble. He’s so upset. So angry. And it’s with the person he usually seeks comfort from when he’s upset and angry.
He’ll shuffle in the direction of the door, trying his best to disassociate with the intense emotion so he doesn’t fully transform. The itching is still there beneath his skin, more tentacles threatening to burst forth and bring him closer to the breaking point. ]
You’re not him. You’re not. But you seem to want to be, so … I guess what the rest of us see doesn’t matter.
He’ll shuffle in the direction of the door, trying his best to disassociate with the intense emotion so he doesn’t fully transform. The itching is still there beneath his skin, more tentacles threatening to burst forth and bring him closer to the breaking point. ]
You’re not him. You’re not. But you seem to want to be, so … I guess what the rest of us see doesn’t matter.
That isn't--
[He fights the urge to roll his eyes, frustration growing from Junpei's continued denial, from him evoking the same old doesn't matter refrain.]
I'm his brother, not his clone. And if you didn't matter I wouldn't be here telling you.
[He fights the urge to roll his eyes, frustration growing from Junpei's continued denial, from him evoking the same old doesn't matter refrain.]
I'm his brother, not his clone. And if you didn't matter I wouldn't be here telling you.
Edited 2024-06-08 15:02 (UTC)
He almost got you killed! And for what, Murphy?
[ Another sharp spike of pain and he’s pushing himself out the front door, hobbling into the street as he tries to put distance between himself and the building. ]
… I … I need to go home. I … need to be alone.
[ Another sharp spike of pain and he’s pushing himself out the front door, hobbling into the street as he tries to put distance between himself and the building. ]
… I … I need to go home. I … need to be alone.
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