Just a guy from the Tundras of Kiji. I may be big, but I've got gentle hands! (Mun is 21+, NSFW interaction allowed, but do not do it if you are a minor. Most content will be SFW.)
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Hey Jin! Was there any job you wanted when you were a kid?
When I was little, I dreamed of being an inventor. I was always playing with robots and robotics kits.
Unfortunately, none of the little trinkets and machines I made were very good without the help of a guide. So unfortunately, that dream faded away. But I do still love to tinker with different gadgets and mechanisms, making little doohickeys in my free time. It's fun.
i'm still very new to this, so i'm not quite sure what to put yet. bear with me, will be updated as needed.
currently open to mutuals, non-mutuals, anon asks, etc.
i'm ok nsfw interaction and certain fetishes, but please put a content warning and a read more. dms are always open if you want to ask about something.
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i don't think anyone on tumblr will notice but maybe they will
it says everywhere that Jin was a FORMER nurse, im changing that he never quit but instead just found a concentration instead of being the guy who was spread way too fucking thin with too many jobs and literally dying
"Who's a big fluffy fluffster goodest boy! You are! Yes you are!" Jane chimes in a sweet baby voice as she absolutely gives Goji some love and attention.
"HAPPY! HAPPY! HAPPY!" Goji's vocoder rings out in its mechanical, robotic voice.
"GOOD BOY! I AM A GOOD BOY!" He is wagging his tail frantically. Like a big puppy, he jumps up onto his hind legs and uses his large second mouth on his chest to lick her.
Huh... Kind of sounds like when me and Zoi are alone... Jin thinks to himself.
drew this bc 1 i was curious what it'd look like cuz this big softie is NEVER angry unless you somehow fuck up BAD. and 2 my counselor said i dont draw enough angry characters
here's what usually happens when he gets "angry", and even then, this is excessive.
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He begins to purr for her in attempts to soothe her, a tactic that always worked on Zoi and his own panicking patients from his past. He rests his hands on her back as she rolls over and buries her tearful face into his warm tummy fluff. His deep bassy purring shakes her to her core and does wonders for those racing thoughts.
"Prrrrrrr... It's okay. You're okay. Are you sure it was just a nightmare? You sound like you're going to cry. It's okay to cry. Do you want to talk about it? Prrrrr, prrr..."
He's had his fair share of traumatic nightmares, and Jane knows it. "I won't get stressed out. I promise."
He flicks his tongue. He knows he can't taste how she's feeling like he could with another Kijan, but the impulse is still there regardless.
Jane finally moved one of her hands. She gently pet Jin's fur, listening to him purr. She was just numb for a moment before she finally just broke. The choking sobs came through and she buried her face into his fur once again. Even if she were crying right now the purring was helping her. It was soothing.
Jane didn't cry for long, maybe a few minutes before she was too exhausted to keep going. She laid there, her head turned to the side and staring off into the blurry darkness that was Jin's place.
"It's... not easy to hear." Jane began. Her voice was rough, but that was to be expected. "The nightmare I had... it relates to what happened to me in a very... very hard time in my life. What happened to me was... it was... I was hospitalized for months."
Jin tilts his head, puffing his fur up to make it even more comfortable for Jane. "There you go. Don't worry about making a mess, it's nothing I haven't dealt with before."
He lets her cry it out, continuing to purr and soothe her with the sounds of his insides, using a big pawed hand to rub her back soothingly.
"Was it about that hate crime you experienced? The one that left that scar on your belly? You can tell me more about it if you want to." Jin says. He doesn't know much about her past besides that she had been mauled once, though he has the gut feeling that this is about something different.
Jin was sound asleep with his friend on his belly, his tail curled around her keeping her warm. Jane had been visiting him, and perhaps the things he told her while they spoke influenced her dream. Whatever the case, he's woken up when he feels some squirming against him as she stirrs in her horrific nightmare.
She awakes from her nightmare to the giant bed of Jin's soft fur. He watches her twist and clutch her abdomen. His big paws hover over her. "Jane?! Jane! What happened? Are you alright? Did I hurt you again?"
It's hard to see in the dark. It looks as if his claws are coming down to scratch her as he tries to hold her still.
The voice causes Jane to jolt and stiffen. Though, it was less than a second before she recognized it. She couldn't see his paws very well, and they did get another flitch out of her, but that was all. Jane had almost forgotten where she was. She wasn't alone, at home, in her nice warm bed. She was with Jin, laying on his large, plush, warm stomach. She left out a shaky sigh.
She was jumpy, and despite what happened prier, she knew she was safe with Jin. So at the moment she was just jumpy. Jane rolled over on her stomach. Her face buried in his warm fluffy fur with her arms still over her abdomen.
"I-I...."
Her voice was weak. It was hard to speak when she was on the verge of sobbing. She looked up at Jin. She was close enough to make out the worried expression on his face.
"N-No. No, hun. It wasn't you. I-I'm... It was just a nightmare."
He begins to purr for her in attempts to soothe her, a tactic that always worked on Zoi and his own panicking patients from his past. He rests his hands on her back as she rolls over and buries her tearful face into his warm tummy fluff. His deep bassy purring shakes her to her core and does wonders for those racing thoughts.
"Prrrrrrr... It's okay. You're okay. Are you sure it was just a nightmare? You sound like you're going to cry. It's okay to cry. Do you want to talk about it? Prrrrr, prrr..."
He's had his fair share of traumatic nightmares, and Jane knows it. "I won't get stressed out. I promise."
He flicks his tongue. He knows he can't taste how she's feeling like he could with another Kijan, but the impulse is still there regardless.
Jane wasn't sure what sparked the nightmare. As far as she was aware the day went on fairly normally. Sure, perhaps glancing at the calender reminded her of the event, but nothing in particular stood out. Perhaps it was the fact that most of her patients lately had been having nightmares. Or Perhaps it was hearing those nightmares that sparked something, and in the moment she couldn't really sit with her emotions, and simply forgot.
Whatever the case, it was happening now.
It was just a normal, strange dream. Jane was having a tea party with Razz on the ceiling for some reason. But instead of tea it was alcohol. Then the mood suddenly shifted.
Jane fell from the ceiling. It was pitch dark at first. There were no other sounds. And then a voice, spoke. Deep and bitter. One that haunted her memory and stained itself into her soul.
"You Bitch."
Jane was suddenly shoved, and the dark space became an alleyway. The very one next to her apartment, the place she had set up her therapy office-- Before getting her own office space.
"You're a fucking joke. You know that?"
Jane turned around, looking up into the eyes. The rest of the face was difficult to remember, but Jane remembered how cold those blue eyes looked. How she could feel the anger burning through her.
"You ruined my life! You ruined our life!"
They leaned over her, a sharp... something pressed to her neck. She couldn't see it, and desperate as she tried to lean away, all she met was the cold concrete underneath her. She could feel the object in her skin. It almost choked her with how hard it was pressed into her neck.
"No. I'm... sorry." Jane managed to get out.
They laughed. Such a broken, terrifying laugh.
"You're sorry? She would still be here if you actually did your fucking job! What kind of therapist are you?!"
Jane felt it press closer into her neck, she let out a strangled whimper and tried to crawl away. She couldn't quite move fast enough to get away from the blade, and soon enough her shirt was grabbed to prevent anymore attempts. It was getting harder to breath.
"No. You're not going anywhere. I'll make damn sure you can't ruin anyone else's life."
The knife was moved away from her throat as Jane looked up and watched as the sharp object glinted in the dim streetlight. She could finally breathe, but it seemed like no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't scream. Each attempt turned into a coughing fit. All she could do was watch. All she could do was try to struggle and softly beg for her life.
"I'm sorry!"
The arm above her aims. Jane's sobs and Jane's pleas ignored.
"Please don't do this I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The blade was aimed and those cold, angry eyes stared into hers.
"See you in hell, bitch."
Jane managed to move just a bit as the object came down. Instead of sinking into her chest.
It sank into her gut.
Jane woke up with a start, clutching at the scar on her abdomen. Tears in her eyes as she laid there processing what happened.
Though it was a few years ago, it felt as though she was back there again. The pain felt so real.
Jane brushed the hair back out of her face and turned into her side. She wrapped her arms around her abdomen, letting her breathing calm. There was an attempt to glance at the clock. Though without her glasses she was practically blind. Giving up, she picked up her phone and woke it up.
5:47 am.
Four hours before she opened the clinic. Jane left out a shaky sigh, putting her phone back on the nightstand. She let her arm dangle there uselessly, staring into space before having it join the other one once again.
She felt the tears worsen. Her throat tightened and a choked sob soon left her.
Just how long would that memory haught her? How long will the name Rhea and Felicity-Belle Thomson be at the forefront of her mind? Sure, it made her more cautious. Of course, it made her check in on her patients more often. It was something she was going to do regardless of the incident.
But it all felt disingenuous. Like she was only doing it out of her own interests instead of worry for her patients. Like her worry didn't feel real. Each worried call. Every concerned wellness check. It all felt fake.
Was she really doing it because of them? Or was it the trauma in the back of her mind driving the whole thing? Each time a patient brought up mentions of suicide. Each time they missed an appointment, or missed a call when she checked in. Was it really because she cared?
Jane took a deep breath.
Stop.
Jane let that breath. Slow. Shaky.
She will not let herself spiral. She cared. She cared about every one of her patients. Even if the trauma was there, it only served as a drive and nothing else.
Jane cared. And Jane would remind herself every time if she had to.
Jin was sound asleep with his friend on his belly, his tail curled around her keeping her warm. Jane had been visiting him, and perhaps the things he told her while they spoke influenced her dream. Whatever the case, he's woken up when he feels some squirming against him as she stirrs in her horrific nightmare.
She awakes from her nightmare to the giant bed of Jin's soft fur. He watches her twist and clutch her abdomen. His big paws hover over her. "Jane?! Jane! What happened? Are you alright? Did I hurt you again?" He has no idea.
It's hard to see in the dark, all she could see was the digital clock on the nightstand. It looks as if his giant claws are coming down to scratch her as he tries to hold her still.
Following his nose, the large Kijan stumbles upon the humble little shack. There are a few other patrons here that are at the counter. Trying not to disturb them, Jin tries to find somewhere to stand behind them, but he can't see the menu very clearly from here. But he's just too curious about the soft and sweet scents he's smelling, so shyly he gets closer.
"Heh... Sorry... Excuse me, I'll just..."
...and he squeezes in-between two patrons, his sides pushing into the guests on either side of him. Maybe a bad idea. But now he's here already. He's embarrassed and yet feels a bit too shy to move and make even more of a scene, so he just stands there awkwardly.
He waits for someone to become available as he leans on the counter. He looks at the menu, and is slightly overwhelmed by all the options. Jin was never very good with ordering tea or coffee. That was more of Zoi's thing.
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"Did you know some birds actually have teeth, and some have those teeth in their throats?" - Daggs.
I did know that! It's not really teeth though. More just hard spines or ridges to help them grip food. I think the English word for it is "papillae".
We have something similar too! We swallow a lot of our food whole. They're most noticeable on the more aquatic leaning Kijans, since they eat a lot of slippery fish. If something's squirming too much or we just need a little more grip, we can push out something similar from our tongues and palates to do that. Though not all of us can do it. It's a gene. Like how my tongue is forked, but my boyfriend's isn't.
I'm actually surprised my mouth is as soft as it is. I'm not sure if I just don't know how to do it, or I simply can't. I'm pretty purely a Tundra, so I won't be surprised if I simply can't. I've had a couple of larger preythings slip out of my mouth and nearly get away, making me have to use my teeth more. It's frustrating and embarrassing, especially when you're very hungry but still want that kick. I think having more papillae could help me.
Tundras like myself make up for it by having a very muscular tongue to wrap prey and keep it immobilized as we swallow. But sometimes I drool too much, and this doesn't help as much as it could.
Jane takes a sip of the coffee, unaware it had been tampered with.
At first she's perfectly fine. She didn't even taste the potion in her drink. It isn't long before she feels her stomach churn, causing her to double over in pain.
She's holding into her desk for support as the sudden nausea came over her.
She had no time to move, not time to get up and find something before she was was suddenly and very violently ill.
It takes her time to get her bearings as she was panting and her eyes were filled with tears. It took time for the retching to stop even after her stomach was completely empty.
Jin was sitting just outside Jane's office in the waiting room, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his appointment lost in thought, when his ears twitch and turn towards her office. He's pulled out of his buzzing thoughts by the faint sounds of gagging or coughing coming from the office.
Huh? Oh, maybe she just choked on something...
Then it continued, and got worse. It didn't sound like a bad cough anymore, it was undeniably the painful sounds of vomiting.
Immediately Jin gets up and heads towards Jane's office. He gently knocks on the door, nervous to interrupt her, but deeply concerned over the sounds he's hearing. All too familiar to him.
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