sb: ivan u are an utter abomination and i hate you ivan, posing against the wall: jokes on you im just horny that anyone thinks of me at all ever. hate away my friend it only makes me stronger.
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“Ah–”
The words hit him like a freight train: the open offer is least expected, and he stands wide-eyed like a child hit by a wave (though most children do not hold knives, knives suddenly pulled from who in fuck’s good name knows where).
A better sort of god, a thing less merciless; a god that is not a creature of ugly hands and teeth and picking him apart in every single worst way known to man (and yet he is terrified he will not know how to live without that: this is, after all, the kind of love he deserves – the kind that for all real purposes, cannot be called love but rather abuse). So he holds the knife and shakes: he isn’t even really pointing the thing at Ivan, just sort of – reflexively aiming it into space while clutching so tight that his nails meet the palm around the handle.
Yes, he is selfish enough to beg death unto that which has harmed him – he too is a monster (he supposes it is in the blood, the ugliness of it all, likely inherited from their mother). He wants the freedom but doesn’t know what to do with it, it has been too long since he’s had it – and he curses himself for being so far bent he should probably call it broken instead.
“Not in front of me, just not in front of me.”
He doesn’t recognize the sound of his voice for a moment, jarringly raw as it is – not empty, not forced. (It sounds as if the cork has been pulled from something long, long sealed, and that thing is almost a scream as it leaks out.) The knife-hand is lowered but the shaking stays, the wide eyes as blank as painted wood – he does not know what to do with himself (a fool who always puts what little remains of his heart in the hands of things that reflect how awful a youth he himself is: perhaps this was some form of divine retribution, or maybe – maybe this was everything he’d screamed to in the dark finally listening, as death is a better god than pain). How lost does he look? Likely very – he is scrambling for where to attach himself now, settles on Ivan’s wide soft-lipped smile, those long-fingered delicate hands. It is as good a place to start as any.
“Oh, is that your only request? No problem at all! But favours aren’t free. Come with me afterwards! It’ll be fun. There’s always trials before one can be happy, after all, that applies to you too.”
His hand slips around Junichirou’s side to hover in front of his eyes, Ivan almost half-hugging him without making any physical contact. The hand in front of Junichirou blocks his vision with the implication clear-- close your eyes for a second, snowstorm. A step to be made before he is drawn through the threshold.
Ivan is the earth, whatever he connects to, he controls all soil he can see or knows the location of. The only reason he has not devoured every member of the agency is because he knows it is God’s job to destroy ability users, unless he is ordered otherwise. But this is Ivan’s own machination and this woman is a sinner without ability (all, all on this earth are sinners, sans Dostoevsky himself). He relishes in the knowledge he can cause an elegant death, even for those who don’t deserve it.
(Mother Earth is the enemy of all but Ivan Alexandrovich -- but she will hold even enemies in her embrace.)
Ivan’s hand drops and his smile is engaging.
“Keep your knife, if you want, little bunny. But you won’t need it again if you don’t want to.” That’s a promise. But only one made from the desire to self-preserve. Drop the knife, don’t turn it on Ivan now. (Junichirou will be protected. Dostoevsky wanted him. While it would cripple to Agency to be without the Tiger, the detective, or the bandaged one, it would be painful for them to lose their best little spy, keep all of their movements easily trackable and trusted. Dostoevsky said he would be easiest to steal, too. Sad little stray, beaten and mangled like so many of the others Dostoevsky collects. The easiest to manipulate. There is method, a list of instructions Ivan follows.)
“Walk with me. God has chosen you! Aren’t you lucky! It’ll be much more fun than your current life!”
He skips backwards, holds out a hand in a clear invitation, posture bowed in polite deference. Something befitting the title of grand chamberlain, dramatic but the pose of some cinema-butler.
Take his hand, learn what a second life is. (Good or bad, all lives are despair and pain in equal measure to happiness, except through the grace of God.)
also gr8 news to all my fate mutuals, ivan is the nightmare berserker u never wanted with like fifteen different layers of madness enhancement. he is Having A Time.
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Seven pillars by thy sword One by one as ordered Flank to flank and facing forward Hanging by the word In chapter, verse and sentence heard
the devil’s carnival alleluia has so many bops and bangers BUT ESPECIALLY THIS ONE
@gravitainted // starter call
The sight of Chuuya is met with a delighted clap, Ivan’s bemused expression spreading into a wide grin. “Oooh, I was so hoping to run into you! The rest of the mafiosos have been so boring.” No, not counting that dark boy in the cloak, but he left so soon. All the other ones, those suited nobodies that Ivan had been hunting down and ever-so-often causing the disappearance of. Those ones were boring.
No fun at all-- no spirit, and almost never good-looking to make up for how utterly uninteresting the rest of them one. But Nakahara Chuuya! His file made him sound like great fun.
“Chuuyonka, right? I’ll try to remember the name, since you’re just a little bit above a nobody. What a pleasure.”
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❝ i was aware that cooperation with dostoevsky also implied cooperation with you, but — it is regrettable, nonetheless. ❞
IVAN GONCHAROV » @opasnoe.
“Don’t delude yourself into thinking that you are always worth the attention of God. I’m perfectly charming company, you know-- the feeling you’re looking for is thankful! You most of all-- almost-- are the one who needs to find a road to happiness.”
@trcgdy // starter call.
“Aaaannukha~.” He was looking for Gogol, actually, but she’ll do in the meantime. Ivan perches himself in her way like a mold, taking over space and only barely resisting temptation to drape himself over her. “Sometimes I’m almost jealous of you, you know?”
She can die and nothing can change. She could touch God. But, ah! Such isn’t an attractive emotion, so petty. Ivan leans back instead, contemplative air vanishing with a mostly-intentional flourish, replaced with a charming grin. “But, oh well! Sinners aren’t suited to be angels! Smile a little bigger for us, and I’ll bring you dinner of your choice. Even you can stand to take some breaks once in a while, yeah?” He wants to be a bother, find someone to play with him now that his usual victims aren’t available. A grand chamberlain is allowed to make himself a nuisance sometimes. --She can play with him.
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WHERE ARE MY SLAVS AT???
МЫ ТУТ
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one voice rings out & it is quite clear whose it is ! there is no need to even turn to face ivan, as his voice identifies him well enough, but body still moves. a hand is raised ( a quick sign, as if to say : welcome – come in, don’t be too shy ) & then it switches to more of a beckon when fingers curl. ❛ patience & timing are key. it’s important to wait for the right moment … but i fully understand. я прощаю тебя. ❜ always forgiven.
however, the original reason for such a request to call is nearly forgotten, as another topic slips into his head. ❛ i’m sure that you’ll be able to restrain yourself more in the future, right ? that aside …. i wanted to know where our friend – ❜ my subordinate, he wanted to say, but “ our friend “ is more inclusive & slides off the tongue with ease ❛ – alexander sergeyevich is. i thought he would be arriving alongside you. ❜
He follows the beckon without hesitation, delight in his every step. “Thank you!” Genuine, even if he expected Dostoevsky to understand him, it was perhaps not so guaranteed that Dostoevsky would forgive him. (God is great.) “Yes, of course-- I am where I wish to be. Ahah.”
Ah, Pushkin! A vulgar man without a soul that can see grace-- that fool. Ivan delivers the news with only a slight damper in his mood. It would perhaps be more evident if he weren’t so enthused to be alongside Dostoevsky after some time absent.
“Our dear compatriot has run away. Mn, that unfortunate snowball has disappointed me! He’s found his own hidey-hole that I haven’t dug up yet.” Ivan’s face falls (though it’s only an affectation, pout done for show rather than sincerity) and hand delicately lies over his cheek in the perfect picture of disappointment. (Even so, at an unsurprising betrayal, his eyes are dark-- he’ll tear Pushkin apart if he’s ordered to. One cannot betray God Himself and expect no consequence.)
“I can try some more to seek him out. And tear him apart-- if you want that, of course.” He’ll do nothing that Dostoevsky would not order of him.
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❛❛ how can i teach someone to not make me upset if … i – if they won’t even LISTEN to me ?! ❞ a frustrated growl marks the end of his sentence and he simply tucks himself into the safety of his hoodie to clear the hot air. ❛❛ no one would WANT to listen to my bullshit anyways … ❞
“Kill them! Of course.” That’s just the clear answer! If someone is too dampening a presence, if there’s no other way to get around them, well... if a troublemaker is too dead or too scared to cause trouble then the problem is solved. “I’m a generous man, I can help you if you really need.”
“No one wants to listen to my bullshit either, so I don’t give them the choice. Speak a little louder. Ahaha!”
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❛❛ d - don’t … don’t make FUN of me … ❞ ❛❛ — if i wanna frown, i’ll frown, that’s that . ❞
“Oh, you judge me so harshly! I’m not making fun.” No more so than normal-- this is just how he is. No other way he can act, unfortunately for all involved (except Ivan). “It’s a true feeling! Frown all you wish, but I personally believe in teaching people not to make you upset. Ahaha!”
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“Fyodor Mikhailovich!” He’s delighted! (Of course he is, no room to be anything else, but in this moment it is genuine and powerful, the rapture of looking into the face of God.) “Perhaps I should have waited for your word. But, oh--! It was difficult.” He was bored, horribly so, just couldn’t wait for the chance to appear once more where he belonged. (At Dostoevsky’s side, of course, dog lovingly chaining itself to its trainer.)
"Master, господин! Forgive my transgressions.” Surely Dostoevsky and his all-knowing grace would have predicted Ivan’s inability to stay away for too long, he’s positive it’s not a transgression. Why would Dostoevsky bother calling him when there’s no need to? Of course Ivan’s boredom and seeking his God out would be fore-planned and expected.
“Everyone is afraid of me because I am startlingly more beautiful than all of them, and I forgive them for that.”
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“Кроликчка~!” Singsong, delighted, Ivan approaches Junichirou with a bounce in his step and hands folded behind his back. He half-pirouettes into place walking beside the younger, though leaning into his field of vision.
Ivan’s smile is wide, eyes closed, but something about it seems tense. (Underlying threat, a knife balanced on its tip-- but where it will fall and what it will slice on the way down is as yet a mystery.) “I don’t like that sibling of yours.” She’s nasty! Nasty, nasty, gets in his way with such audacity! The demure chamberlain is a polite little behemoth with only a little blood on his fangs, no, no, he shan’t hurt a girl and her sibling!
Why, he - would - never. Except he would with ease.
“She’d be prettier as a statue, don’t you think? Look, snowstorm, I’ll immortalize her for you! You can even pick the shape! I’ve got a better God for you anyways.” His voice ticks up, a widening of his smile in a way of asking so how about it? Though-- implication is clear that he won’t let Junichirou get away with a refusal. Ivan is just so bored, he’s really got to stir things up a little bit, here!
im feeling an ivan mood, so i’m back here!! but much has evolved since i was last here, so this post shall go in the general bsd rp tag to let u know that vanushka is up and about for now
but this is not a promo post! nay, it is a starter call to the whole tag, bc im too lazy to make both in separate posts. so smash that mf like for a goncharov in ur life.