You should respect it.

[fossilizedrose]

uncharnel‌:

  “Ah,” he said   “Hmm,” he said.   “I’m so-rry…” All equally meaningless, the apology as reflexive as any exclamation that didn’t contain any actual words. All uttered only to fill the judgmental silence and cover his back in case he’d made a fool of himself in some nebulous way. Knowing himself and the way people tended to react to him, Blackmore suspected that might have been the case. Somehow he always managed to do something stupid, say the exact wrong thing. And weren’t people kind about it, pretending like nothing had happened when they must know as well as him that he’d managed to show all the worst humanity had to offer again?

  The doctor — Ferdinand, he knew his name. Not whether it was a first or a last or a fake one. Best to just refer to him by his title — had an especial knack for inspiring those bitter feelings in him. He hadn't done anything to earn the assassin’s ire apart from existing and being… for one, confident, which Blackmore envied as much as he admired it, and second, he knew things. Things that Blackmore’s limited education had not even begun to touch upon, its curriculum limited to letters and numbers.

  That, in turn, bred resentment. Coasting along like unguided missile but there and starkly felt.

  “Excuse me…” The apology was still there, an extra one never amiss in Blackmore’s experience, but this time his tones were more like those who had just been gravely insulted. There was no need to request repetition when it had been clearly heard and understood apart from stoking the flames of righteous indignation. “I don’t think you’re right about that. The Lord made the Earth and… gave it to us, so…”

  That was something he was certain about. Usually. Not right now, when he was being looked at like that. But believing otherwise meant his whole upbringing, his whole life was a lie. Wouldn’t it just be nice if he could look the doctor in the eye while expressing himself, though? Instead, his gaze flitted from place to place, at his own feet, the window and… my, wasn’t that wall fixture interesting? “If He didn’t like how we’re using it… He would have said something by now… or flooded everything again. It’s not like He can’t whenever He wants. Uh. That’s what I think. No offense.”

What a brave soul to come to him like this and try to tell him what the earth wanted.

He was wrong, so very wrong. It was time for an educational lesson for this man, and Ferdinand was more than happy to oblige and teach him. Faith was respectable, but not when it so blatantly ignored the very damage being done by the 'lord's so called 'children'.

"Your God did not intend for his creations to destroy the gifts he's given and to spit on the very ground you walk on." Blackmore may have trouble looking him in the eye, but the doctor was the opposite. He was staring holes into the other man, with his lip curled and a shred of anger in his voice. "Would you say you and the rest of your lot are spoiled brats, then? To want and want, and yet never return. To be ungrateful for all he's given you, despite what disappointment you may cause to his grand design? Preposterous."

Arms opened, gesturing to everything around them. As if to emphasize that this was not part of what was meant to give respect and use obtained gifts for the better good. "All of this is unnecessary. Those who cannot give the proper admiration it deserves are nothing more than cattle to the slaughter. Those who can see, those who have their eyes open, will only prosper further in the light and not fall to the darkness like so many others." There was that passion crawling its way into his voice. It was to drive home that he would not accept these words being given against what he stood for.

"Humanity is well on its way to a mass extinction event. That is the so called flood your 'lord' will unleash upon you, and upon the rest of those who refuse to do what needs to be done. The blind cannot lead the blind, as it only ends with you walking off a cliff." He could be considered lucky, in a way, that the blond hadn't lashed out at him. Yet, that is. He was close to, but he held himself back for Valentine's sake. It would be no good to have infighting between those he brought on to aid America and her people. The less power meant the more tedious it would be to stave off enemies from the prize.

Ferdinand finally put a hand to his own cheek, still keeping his gaze locked on the assassin. To let him out of his sight was not in the cards; not when he'd poked the monster crawling under his skin. "Now, are you going to continue spewing out nonsense, or are you going to sit down and let me impart upon you a speck of knowledge or two? Perhaps there's salvation in the way you seem to view your fellow man and the earth itself."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                    oh, how tempting it was to bite the hand that feeds him when it came in proximity, the gentle scratch under his chin forcing the jockey to subconsciously tilt his head to get more of that soothing sensation. damn this man and everything he stood for! Diego would make him pay for the humiliation when the time arrived.

                            cerulean hues narrow at the man when he spoke, attentive of the way his coloured lips moved but all he could hear was noise—some bullshit excuse about why he deserved to be in possession of the corpse over everyone else ; entitlement was evident in the way he expressed himself, earning a sneer in return.

                “——right… so you just want recognition. no need to try to paint yourself as this passionate scientist, when you’re no different from most of all.” there’s a pause. gloved fingers reaching out for the hand that had given him affection to return it to its owner. brows knitting together as he met the man’s stare, fighting the urge to bare his teeth at him after being witness of that cocky smile upon his lips. “——you want your name in papers, don’t you? to be known as the one who discovered the Saint and live off what profit you make of it.”

Fingers kept the gloved hand by him, mapping out the formed claws with nothing short of amusement clear on his face. Diego would never understand this passion he carried, nor would most others. The only one who truly did would be the very president who also sought it out. He would, at least, allow him to study the corpse if he'd asked to. Or so he'd hoped, anyway.

"Do wipe that look off your face, Diego Brando. It's unbecoming of a beast like you." Sharp; that was good. Not a dull one to be had on his hand. At least he had some upkeep of this form. Perhaps it was his instincts telling him what to do, which only cemented the doctor's favor more.

He released them eventually, and fixed his eyes directly on those of the other man. Not a blink but a stare; a challenge to animals and monsters alike. "You can continue to spew what you may think of my intentions, but I will say you're not as bright as you may think if that is what you gather from my words. What I wish for, truly, is clarity. The corpse belonged to a legendary figure for both man and religion. To break it down to the last flake of ancient bone would allow me to evolve my work and open the eyes of many to what they cannot see."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                   was that a jab at the type of beast that he was? for a man that spoke so passionately about dinosaurs, Ferdinand had no issue in being the first to disrespect such magnificent creatures for not meeting his standards. was this man even a real scientist? every word that escaped from those tinted lips were absolutely ridiculous, Diego could even hear laughter coming from his colleagues as they listened to this man’s reasoning. he was delusional, and still trying to provoke the jockey by insulting his intelligence. nothing good would come from underestimating him.

                    Diego tried to conceal the anger and the frustration that were sparkled by that comments and instead, acted as if the bestial side of him was no longer resisting his words. he’d swallow his pride for now, and give into Ferdinand’s touch by leaning his face against him—stuck in a state of mi transformation, not entirely human, but not a SCARY MONSTER yet. he’d not lose control over his own body, not while this man was around.

      “——what do you even want, doctor?“

Dinosaurs were magnificent to look at, yet they lacked the proper amount of respect needed in order to survive the mass extinction event that claimed them. Humans were hanging by a mere thread at this point. They too would fall, eventually. Victims of their own greed and poison; the earth wasn't pleased with how much they've taken instead of give. To prosper was to give offerings of thankfulness and bow one's head to the very soil that allowed them to live and evolve into what they were today. None of this nonsense about being able to transcend death.

He wouldn't let on how pleased he was to get some shred of obedience from this man, this creature. "I must admit, that very first time seeing the corpse up close had piqued my interest and gave my mind such a hunger for information." Good boys got a small scratch under their chin, and that is exactly what Diego got for his stubborn participation.

"I wish to find it. Not for power, but to study. It was such a brilliantly preserved specimen... The amount of research and data it could yield for me... Ah, it would be such bliss to know the inner workings of the Saint."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                   Ferdinand’s words didn’t faze him any longer, not when he was well aware that he was seeking to provoke him, to awake the beast that was threatening to come out and control it at will. Diego may have acted on impulse ; the metallic taste making him hunger for more—his tongue lapping over and over again against the pale skin to gather every drop of it, until there were no signs of bleeding left.  nothing to keep his lips any close to the man he had learned to despite.

                          a hand is brought to his mouth, licking what his digits could gather with his glove—all while he maintained eye contact with the scientist. the cracks on his face becoming more evident, allowing the turquoise scales to break through and adorn the side of his face and neck. if Ferdinand wanted to see him in all of his glory, Diego would give him just that, and not with the premise of being rewarded. let this man think he has the upper hand for now.

             “——a good time? my, you really like to waste your time indulging your depravation. maybe if you spent less time getting me a collar, you could actually make a name for yourself instead of being a failure.” taunting words were spoken in a sultry tone this time, no longer was there ire present in his words or the distinctive frown that adorned his expression, but a smirk instead—one looking to provoke the man.  “——and what would be you without me? you made me the leader of those creatures. what makes you think that i need you?”

There was almost a noise of disappointment drawing itself up his throat, yet the blond held it back in favor of keeping both himself and Diego on toes. He knew how to appeal to the beast deep inside him, yet dealing with the human aspect of this man was far too fun as well. Breaking down the walls he thought he had, worming his fingers into his mind and clutching all the control. Such outcomes were just bliss waiting to happen, and he was more than willing to linger patiently for it.

"You keep saying I'm a failure when I'm more than happy doing what I can to ensure this profession respects what we've been given, and not trample all over it like clumsy animals." Because animals lacked the proper brain power to actually apply such a thing. Humans, at least, had the capacity to. The issue was actually trying to teach an unruly dog new tricks that can't see they will make it prosper instead of just being a useless addition. What a bunch of fools he's surrounded by.

"I made you leader because you were the strongest, obviously. Not mentally, but physically." Someone in his profession had to be, after all. And he knew that little insult would get to Diego as much as calling him 'pet' would. "You merely cannot see why you would need me. Too blind you are in your ways of being such a large waste on this earth. If only you could respect it more, it would give you so much in return. Yet, here you are, spitting upon the voice of reason for it. Such a shame."

"All it takes is for a simple switch to flip inside you, Diego Brando. Then you will be nothing more than a beast at my heel. I am giving you a chance to cooperate instead of forcing my hand."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                   the more he listened to this guy, the greater the desire of ripping him apart and spills his guts became. if there was something that the jockey couldn’t stand, was that sense of entitlement that was shown, taking credit for the beast that was hidden underneath deep skin. as far as he was aware, Ferdinand hadn’t done anything to deserve such ‘accomplishment’, other than shoot him over head with a dart. he didn’t go through the pain and suffering that came with his body shifting in form, but that would change when he finally dug his talons on the tender skin to make him bleed even more than he already had.

         “——try me, and the only one ending tied up is going to be you.”  the jockey’s upper lift was raised, displaying the frontal row of his teeth, more reminiscent of a beast than a human. his irises were beginning to change into slits with each blink, clouding his vision and making it hard to focus on scene unfolding before his eyes.

                            the smell of blood was perceived with a sniff, and Diego damned his animalistic nature for encouraging him to take a hold of Ferdinand’s wrist once again and bring it closer to his lips ; his tongue, long and rough, lapping against the excess of the crimson substance in response. its taste, awakening something feral within him.

He would have, surely, welcomed Diego to try his luck with that. There's only so much Ferdinand would allow before he actually did retaliate against his 'creation'. The uninjured hand swept itself under the blond's chin, fingers positioning just shy of his upturned lips. Still amused by him, by his threats, and by the struggle he knew had been happening within. How long will it take for him to crack? To fully give into instinct and start following his commands again? Ah, the wait was always such a trial.

"You only threaten me with a good time." The jockey should've known better, or chosen different wording for it. Anything he said could easily be turned into something that would raise his ire further. "You should be careful with that, because I certainly have a collar with your name on it."

His smile widened when that tongue dragged along the tear and the drying wound. Already falling prey to the small shifts in his human side and his bestial side. "There's more where that comes from if you can actually follow direction for once. You'll be rewarded... Though, monsters have no need for coin carelessly ripped from our gracious earth with such disrespect, do they?"

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                  his words took him back to his childhood, when he overheard that man threatening his mother to go through with whatever sick fantasy he had. his memory of that day was a big blur, but Diego remembered that detail because it was what ultimately made his mother cry while he pretended he hadn’t listened. that bastard acted as if he owned her, but even in her moments of despair, she fought back against him, and Diego would do the same with Ferdinand.

                       Talons dug on the skin of this man’s wrist before letting go, defiant still barring his teeth like the beast he was turning to. even if his body said otherwise, the jockey wouldn’t give into this man’s desire. he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching him break at his will.

          “——you may an influence over me, but i will never submit to you, Ferdinand. you’re too much of a coward to do anything on your own.”

Had he known of the nostalgia trip, he would have assured him he was a much more... caring owner compared to such dreadful and wasteful rich folk. As it was, Ferdinand was none the wiser on what his words had brought up, and instead focused on the slight scratched grooves that now created darker patches of red on his gloves.

Thankfully, his own Stand shouldn't work on him unless he allowed it; regardless of who now owned it. It still wasn't without its thrilling shiver running down his spine.

"All it takes is for some rope and a leash, Diego Brando." He brought his wrist to his lips, staring the other man in the eye as he slowly licked at the small trails coming from it. "You'll submit one way or another. It's only a matter of time, yes?"

The blond waited until his blood coagulated before he waved his hand to air it. Right under his nose. "Stop being so stubborn and come with me, dear monster."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

           “——you’re sick. has anyone told you that before?” there’s no need for an answer, not when the jockey was certain it would be dismissed as if it meant nothing, insignificant. this man clearly did not care about boundaries—poking at the beast despite seeing the ire that was threatening to follow. that sense of security was what pissed Diego the most, he wanted to erase that smug smile from his lips and put him through hell for thinking he had any ownership over him.

               his upper lip was raised to show his disgust towards the man and the implication of being treated like a damn animal—as if he would bend to his will and allow such thing to happen. if he could resist to the bestial urges that plagued his mind, regardless of how strong they were, he would. Diego would put a goddamn fight against himself if he needed to.

          “——and i’m the monster? what about you, trying to play god to fulfill your ego? you’re nothing but a depraved doctor who thinks highly of himself.”

Sick? He's been told that many times. From the trash he'd dispatched himself to the very subjects he'd turned for a better purpose. Well, they didn't really have much of a say in how he functioned after their ability to communicate with human language had been stripped. But, he could hear the wish to not have that question answered. As humorous as it would have been to given one, the silence and the smirk on his face said enough on that matter.

"God has no ground to stand on here. At least, not in a sense that matters." The corpse being the only exception. Oh, how he would have loved to see the entire thing. A discovery that made others pale in comparison; a marvel of time that he hoped to study one day. His itch to learn more and to unveil the full history of it just dug deeper and deeper into his own bones.

Primal instinct outweighed logic of the mind. And, in the jockey's case, it was far too severe a power imbalance to be of much help to him to push against it.

"Now's not the time for you to try and spout a bunch of nonsense at my work, Diego Brando. You're about to be a far busier man, after all. One that will only answer to me. I'm not going to take no for an answer, and you're going to enjoy being under my warm thumb."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                   as much as he hated to admit, Ferdinand was absolutely right—the bestial side of him responded to his every command like a damn mutt in training, and Diego could barely resist when he was acting on instinct. the front row of his teeth was displayed at the man with a growl coming from the depths of his throat, but no matter what he did, he was aware that it wouldn’t scare off this guy, no, he would probably find pleasure in seeing how worked up he made him with just a few words. this damn bastard, running his mouth like he owned him.

                “——don’t. touch. me.” came the response to the man’s gloved hand touching his cheek, speaking through sharp teeth that were ready to bite off his hand if the man carried on with his torturous touch. if only it was that simple…

                  the jockey’s finger reached for the wrist of the hand resting against his face to tear it away, gripping tightly of it without the intention of letting go. only a little bit more of pressure, and he could snap it in half, but that feral side of him would not let him, no matter how tempting it was. “——i’m not your damn pet, you hear me?!”

He would always be right. Down to the very earth that granted him such a power for his undeniable respect for it, and up to the sky that blanketed them all. At the moment, Diego was showing nothing but just how small his view was of the very thing that gives him life. The very thing that gave him a greater purpose to learn how to pay homage and prosper in a way that exceeds simple human greed.

Fingers still made their paths on the fracturing flesh, dipping into the cracks and ghosting over the hint of meat shredding jaws. He can say not to touch him, but this body of his betrays him. Wanting to bite, yet unable to do so. "I will touch you all I want to, DIO. And do you know why?"

He allowed himself to be captured, if only to transfer their trailing touches to the hand now attached to his wrist. Not a pet, yet willing to roll over if he so willed it. How delightful. "Whether your human mind may scream at my existence, your inner creatures knows you belong to me. That is why I can touch you, that is why only your voice can act while your body betrays you. If you cooperate with me, it will be a far easier time for the both of us. If you continue to fight, well... I'm not above putting a saddle on you and treating you like the foul monster you are."

[fossilizedrose]

imperaptorr‌:

                   there’s nothing more infuriating that being spoken in such way that belittled who he was and what he had accomplished in the years he had been in this earth—all too familiar to the way those country fucks would look down upon him and his mother as if they were mere dirt. teeth gritted together with enough strength that if it weren’t for how sharp they had become at that point, they would’ve broken. the tell tale signs of SCARY MONSTERS becoming evident with his fury ; his mouth cracked open further than it was humanly possible and with turquoise scales slowly appearing on the sun-kissed skin.

                 “——too much of a wuss to do it yourself, doctor? sounds like you’re not as capable as you’d like to think if you need to use me to obtain whatever it’s you are after for.” irritation was clear in the way he spoke, but he’d be damned to give into Ferdinand’s tease like that. he’d not give him that sort of satisfaction, not when at such short distance he could use his claws to disembowel him. for now, all he could do was clench his fists and feel sharp nails dig through the leather of his gloves. “——like bloody hell i will.”

Such rebellion! A dog trying to snap its jaws at the hand feeding it. They both knew, though, that those will not sink in unless he allows them to. His words merely brushed against him before being waved away into the air. Not worth his time to compose an emotion to other than amusement. Those scales, that cracking, just made the blond want to caress his face and daringly dig his fingers into the dangerous rows of sharp teeth. Touch his gums, his palate; to scope everything and anything he wanted while instinct worked in his favor.

"Not at all. It's merely a delicate matter that I feel my best creation would pull off better." His refusal won't be long. There's always a way to make a disobedient creature obey, and Ferdinand was quite proficient in dealing with his kind. "You will, and you know it. Your other side, that one starting to show itself to the world as we speak, dictates it. Instinct calls for you to follow my lead, my words, and my orders. You can't hide it forever."

Daring fingers finally found themselves on the turning man's cheek, drifting over the tear caused by the partial transformation. "Now, will you be a good boy, or will I have to bide my time for your beastly nature to take hold?"

[fossilizedrose]

@imperaptorr

Continued from x.

How joyous it was to see that instinct never faded from his mind. Still in tune with that beast deep inside; willing to obey, yet being so very disgusted by it. Had Ferdinand been a lesser man, he would have pointed and laughed at such a miserable reaction to his voice. As it was, he was of a higher class. One that expected more out of him.

"I want many things, Diego Brando." His words came out in such a sickeningly sweet tone, yet it held a bite underneath it all. "I'm sure you would be willing to give them to me, wouldn't you? High as you may stand on your pedestal, you know that you will always kneel to me. That will never change."

Fingers folded under his chin, lips pulling into a much more sinister smile. "You'll learn what respect is, pet. They all do, eventually."

[fossilizedrose]

[fossilizedrose]

        I'm out of my head

                            Of my heart, and my mind.

                                            Cause you can run, but you can't hide.

                                                                  I'm gonna make you mine.

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                          Doctor Ferdinand roleplay blog for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

                                                            Written by Peanut.