mouse-in-the-house

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“I don’t know what there was to dislike, Ogurin...” Fyodor smiles, “You enjoyed fulfilling a lot of my whims as I recall.”

“Honestly, I don’t regret being in the Rats organization.  The only part I regret is Fyodor and his shenanigans.”

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(to the tune of uptown girl) uptown rat. he wears a very silly pointy hat

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Relationships

Personally my canon on Fyo's thoughts and relationships regarding other people, of course if you wish to adjust these as need be please feel free to ask!

Ivan Goncharov: this is a...complicatedly simple relationship. Fyodor is closest to Ivan and Nikolai, with Ivan having a connection with him longer (late adolescence) Ivan has always had a one-sided adoration with Fyodor, but it wasn't particularly manifested until after a state of severe depression, Ivan asks Fyodor to give him surgery to lobotomise his brain, 'taking his problems away'. Ivan henceforth has a sense of devotion to him, and they both mutually respect each other. Their relationship turned sexual, and Ivan is typically submissive in most regards to Fyodor, though the first few months of surgery caused him to feel much more numb, and they didn't start a relationship until later.

Fyodor has the most complications in his thoughts when it comes to Ivan- first his element of repressed guilt upon the surgery and Ivan's prior severe depression. He tends to get 'bored' of him, but does love him- but pushes this away due to Ivan's inevitable demise. In a way, he hates Ivan's wholehearted faith and devotion, even though that is what he needs and desires most.

Pushkin: Pushkin was merely hired (ironically) for his ability. Fyodor has some respect for Pushkin's self-sufficiency, but seeks nothing more than the other doing his job. He tends to get irritated as Pushkin has a loud nature, which irritates his sound sensitivity. Upon his betrayal, Fyodor has no further remorse for him.

Hawthorne: Fyodor initially really used Hawthorne as a means of control, but has since somewhat removed part of his blindly-following state. He's rather sadistic and teasing towards the priest, and enjoys having a constant debate and bicker over matters of religion and life and other such controversies. It's a tensed, enjoyably begrudging relationship.

Dazai: He feels a sense of envious rivalry towards the other (though Dazai is rather unaware of this). He (and Yukio Mishima by extension) has a rather similar personality and thought-process, but tends to find such things only getting in his way. He'd like to murder him, and have a very long conversation while doing so. He has a sense of envy at how content Dazai is. ((Will be added as the movie/more information is released.))

Yukio Mishima: Will be added as more information is released.

Shibusawa: See above.

Oguri Mushitarou: New person to toy with. Initially that's what it was, merely employing him to do a job, but despite their business terms, they managed to end up in a sexual relationship. Even with this sense of shallowness, Oguri ends up caring for him, and due to being the most perceptive and argumentative (as opposed to Ivan's idolisation and Nikolai's 'chilling with it') he's probably the cause of most of Fyodor's questioning and is pushing him in a direction Fyodor denies is there (that being actually giving a shit about people and learning to not be an arrogant asshole) The two are probably the ones that could hurt each other the most, but maybe also change the other for the better. Time will only tell.

Nikolai Gogol: An on and off friends with benefits kinda deal. They're the ones that understand each other the best, and due to their similar thoughts and ideals were partners for a long time (since around just before Ivan's surgery) and are responsible for the other's theatrics- Gogol's desire to laugh and try to be free inevitably caused him to somewhat distance himself from Fyodor, along with Fyodor's formation of the Rats. Fyodor is aware of the mask that Gogol has, and Gogol is aware of Fyodor's intentions and probably knows him better than himself. Not that either would divulge this information~

Pretty much everybody else unless specified (even with OCs): Merely stage pieces and obstacles. Agatha's position may change as more information is released (if asagiri remembers she actually exists lmao)

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Summary

((I thought I'd do a summary of my interpretation on Fyodor's character, in case anyone wishes to rp with me!))

Fyodor Dostovesky, late 20's, Russian, MBTI is probably INTJ, homosexual

Physical Headcanons: Being anaemic, he's always had a very weak body, and is rather lean, of above average height (I wanted to make him shorter but canon ;v;) due to dermatillomania, biting habits and attempted assassinations, he tends to have a few littered scars everywhere, particularly on his hands and sides. Nothing too major, aside from a noticeable bullet wound's scar on his left shoulder.

Mental Headcanons: (Please note that the mun has most of these, this is not to try and demonise mental illness but is merely my interpretation)

-Depression, recovering and not as prevalent, but he has a sense of apathy and boredom in his life.

-Autism and Aspergers Syndrome, while having high executive function, he's rather sensitive to things such as light and sound, which is why he prefers dimmer lit areas, and less sound. His ushanka is somewhat of a comfort item of great importance, he basically feels off when he doesn't have some semblance of fluff on him. I mean, he literally risked being spotted because he needed it.

Large crowds of people tends to remind him of prison, so whenever possible he tries to give such jobs to his employees, or prefers transactions over the phone. He tends to bite at his skin and hands when he experiences frustration and anger, but aside from that has no particular self-harming habits.

(Mun has no personal experience) NPD, to a degree- he certainty has a literal God complex, and a sense of self-importance, but he tends to try be more apathetic towards others, but is rather perceptive logically. By that, I mean he doesn't think about how other people 'feel' in an emotional standpoint, but rather a logical and clinical way.

In my own personal canon, I feel that Fyodor is struggling to be able to retain his original 'perfect' world- both in that well, he's most likely going to fail, and by virtue of closeness with his employees. Due to their abilities, he wants and needs to see them as pawns, and does so- but is trying to ignore the fact that he probably has some semblance of care for them, because if he were to keep them alive, it wouldn't maintain his perfect world. So he tends to have relationships within the Rats and the Decay of Angels, but doesn't wish to admit or delve further into his emotional state because to do so would be unfitting of his ideals.

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"Wow Gurya, I'm a tad hurt. You don't want to be on the Christmas Card list anymore?"

Fyodor never cared about you, and if it wasn't for your ability he would've let you rot in prison ((for the break meme))

“Oh I know that, when did he ever care for anyone in the first place? Irony is now he’s the one sitting in a rotting cell.”

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"Depends on who with..." He smiles, "You're adorable when you're trying to be imposing, Gurya. You should try it more often..."

“I need coffee and a will to live.” -Oguri Mushitarou

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"Gurya, I think you need first aid on top of that, considering the state you're in, tied up..."

“I need coffee and a will to live.” -Oguri Mushitarou

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@perfect-murderer

There's a strange sense of relieved dread lingering over Fyodor, as is typical. Just as he knows what of his plans have been a success, he's intuitive enough to know when such things are failures. He's weary, glancing at the clock showing a time much too late.

He normally didn't care much for his workers coming back, but Oguri was different. He simply chalked it up as being the one who knows Yokohama best, so he and Pushkin were typically the ones doing deals. But Pushkin was...no longer to be trusted, and as trustworthy as Ivan was, his ability would garner too much attention.

His hands are already aching from playing the cello for too long, tending to lose track of the time, aside from Ivan's cordial suggestion, that really, he should go to sleep, before being dismissed.

Oguri's sly like that, he'll be fine. Just hiring him already took up most of the organisations resources, so for someone who'll flit away at a moment's notice, he may as well get his money's worth, right? There was no further reason, and considering Fyodor's ultimate goal, it would simply be hypocritical to care for someone else that he'd inevitably deliver punishment on.

The knock on the door dispersed those thoughts, soft but desperate, not rhythmic enough for a simple transaction. Fyodor opened the door, "Mushitarou-San?" His eyes widened at how badly scratched up the other was, usually pristine but now all but in pieces.

He notices the look Oguri has, eyes downcast. It was a failure, and the blood was definitely his own (After all, having yourself covered in your victim's blood is both stupid, unsanitary and a waste of a suit) "Sit down, don't try to move too much. I suppose I'll have to patch you up."

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Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten upIt takes all of Oguri’s strength to drag himself out of the alley.  He’s bleeding, from some places he would not want to be bleeding out of, and there are numerous cuts and wounds woven across his body. His clothes are torn and covered in blood and god knows what else. He knows the once Fyodor looks at him it’ll be a done deal. He’ll be kicked out of the organization and be forced to go somewhere else. He somehow manages to drag himself back to the place that Fyodor and the others call home. 

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well, it is time to divulge my tragic backstory

Now a lot of people are thinking, “Dostovesky-sama, you are impossible to redeem or justify, you could have a backstory of murder, betrayal, depression and loneliness and we’d still hate you.”

Well, having those things aside, and the fact that hatred makes me stronger, I have decided to enlighten you to my ah...twisted mind.

The Russian Winter was cold, distant- like my father. Billowing howling winds and consistent loss of blood circulation. I liked writing, making up stories and filling in the blank white pages as blizzards blew over my home. There were three dead bodies in my house, but the rats were nibbling at their flesh, so it was okay.

A sharp knock stirred me, and caused the rats to look up, beady blood-red eyes staring into my own as they scattered upon another knock. 

It was a call, a call of duty. I was to serve in the military.

But I didn’t want that! I couldn’t leave my rats for other rats like some...insensitive harlot. I looked around, the house was decaying. Even my dearest ‘Curly Skitters’ (I assure you, that even though most rats curl their tails and skitter around, that I could determine him from the others) had become a father to shivering mice that squeaked with each creak of the floorboards, a premonition. Death and gloom loomed over us all. 

The price was right. I would be treated well, if I survived- and I would be of service.

Hah! Dostovesky serves none other than himself. But there was still the issue of money. My books were of no use, for as well as they were written into the night, my darling rodents had spilled ink on most pages. I knew they wanted better. I wanted better. I wanted more from this world. A dream where things could come true, for such aspirations as God to be achieved!

And after enough stowing away, lying in wait- shoving my body into shipping boxes, I had arrived.

Disney World.

A place of colour and fantasy...and rats. Yes, I would talk to the ‘Big Cheese’ himself, Mickey Mouse.

And there I saw him, chatting to some mere children.

“Ah, Mr. Mouse.” I called out, in perfect English, because as everyone knows, I can speak perfect Russian, English and Japanese, despite never having studied.

“Hohohoo I want to die!” He waved his arms around, as screaming children surrounded him.

“Will you assist me in getting a job?” His fur wasn’t that soft, like my Raterika. She used to groom her whiskers. My heart ached for home. But I must steel myself.

“Ohohoooo Why would you want a job in this minimum-wage hell hole?” He twitched, like a knee-jerk reaction, as he turned towards the children. “The customer is always right! I will die for the customer.”

“Okay.” And so I killed him. 

A kid kicked his legs, and I ran. Not before picking up a hat. On top of my hat. Why yes, my dear Ushanka has been with me since I can remember, and before then.

This was going to plan, I had succeed in helping an employee reach his Disney DreamTM, surely I would be accepted now.

I went to a store, and found a door ‘TOP SECRET’. Well, as a top, I had already known the secrets. And by top, I mean, I would work my way to the top. I am a very dedicated man, the ladies say. I have your mother’s testimonial. 

“Welp, gawsh- you can’t come here, hyuk hyuk.” 

“Very well. I will go over there then.” I kicked him in the shins and ran to open the door.

“You have passed all the trials.”

“Did you hear that? He didn’t even need to sing or have a heterosexual love interest!”

“He even has animal sidekicks, that aren’t annoying!” My band of rats high-clawed each other. Nice.

“So, I assume you have read my resume then?” I raised my eyebrow, time to turn on the charm.

“Yes, and so far you have all the qualifications. We just need to ask some questions.” I nod.

“How well do you work with children?”

“Ah rather well! I kill without mercy, I assure you. Children, men, innocent, guilty. I’ll take care of anybody.” I proclaim with a smile. My eyes scan the examiners. They seem horrified.

I got rejected.

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“I’m sorry, Satan already owns my soul.”

It’s a dark looming night, and Oguri decided to go cryptid hunting again. It was cold, damp with the lingering suspense skimming over us like a ghostly hand.

“What are you here for…?” The hissing wisps of shadows grew eyes, stepping closer.

“I’m…actually not sure.” I shrug, I look beside me at Ivan and Oguri. “We…didn’t have anything better to do?” They shook their head. It was the truth, but not dramatic enough.

I cough, enveloping myself in my coat. “We have plans for this world, and we heard you would be of assistance.”

“I only grant such things to those who are worthy.”

“We’re not?”

“OF COURSE NOT.” It hisses, the shadows grow, further, further, crawling, scuttling, menacing. “I WILL TAKE WHAT IS LEFT, MY SOULS.”

“Ah, perfect.” I smile, “So we can come to an agreement? Two souls, right here, a pretty good price.”

“A selfish fool that would sacrifice his own men?” It bares its teeth. “Perfect.”

“Quite the opposite, I have two souls in my current possession, two opposing sides of the same coin-”

The building crumbled. As the shadow dispersed, we were unharmed.

“Oh…we almost got a deal on our hands.”

“M-Master, you can’t just sacrifice yourself like that!” Ivan dusted off the debri. “I know you want a demon on your side like Fitzgerald did, but to go too far…”

“Ah, but we already have one!” I smile. “ I'm sorry, but I already sold my soul to Satan, so it would’ve been for free, or an investment irregardless.”

“They would’ve killed you if they figured it out, though.” Oguri raised an eyebrow.

“Ahahaha, of course not. Because if I am God, I shall also be a Demon. And all these souls will be mine to judge.”

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Shit I’ve Said in a Haunted House Starters

I went to a haunted house tonight, and I’m not phased by them because I play an obscene amount of horror games. Here are some of my best reactions from tonight’s Haunted Graveyard. They’re totally out of context.

“Lady, I’m pretty sure that religion is the scariest thing in this place.”

“This bitch is coming out of the walls.”

“Wow. You look like you’re on fire. That’s hot.”

“I’m sorry, Satan already owns my soul.”

“Well that guy doesn’t look like he’s having a swell time.”

“Does this portal lead to the reality where Donald Trump isn’t president? Can I go there?”

“I don’t know about you, but that sounded like she was into bestiality to me.”

“See ya later Lara Croft rip off. Sorry you’re trapped.”

“Is that blood or barbecue sauce? ‘Cause it smells like barbecue sauce. Are we feeding Satan chicken?”

“No, I’m not scared of the lights. I just think you have a electrical problem.”

“Yes, I have a complaint. Why does it smell like old people in here?”

“Oh shit. Do you have free samples of that? I’m kinda hungry.”

“Satan’s dick is just. Hanging out right there.”

“Well this is seizure inducing.”

“Oh no I feel like we’re about to walk into a sex dungeon.”

“Okay yeah this is totally a sex dungeon. Totally some good ‘ol BDSM going on in here. Look at that table right there. So many whips.”

“Oh no… They’ve died. They took the BDSM too far.”

“Holy shit look, they’re behind the fucking vines.”

“Oh my god did you just dab at Satan?”

“SATAN DABBED BACK!”

“The scariest thing I’ve encountered in here is this hill. I can’t walk up hills, and my lack of physical fitness scares me.”

“Don’t look at me. I’m not the one jumping on this bitch. I’m fat, I’d make us fall through. I may be nervous, but I don’t have a death wish.”

“OH FUCK NO THE MAYAN CALENDAR IS GLOWING RED. I’M NOT DEALING WITH THIS SHIT. NOT TODAY!” *naruto runs out of room*

“You with the chainsaw. Yeah come closer, I like the smell of gasoline.”

“This spider arm looking child needs to stop.”

“These tentacles are trippy as hell dude.”

“Oh holy shit these legs are squishy.”

“Thank you for opening the door, kind sir. You have some blood on your face.”

“Ah yes, hello. Thank you for whispering sweet nothings into my ear.”

“Okay. Listen, I know you’re suppose to be scary. But holy shit you’re really cute.”

“Guys, listen. I know she was suppose to be scary but I was being too gay to notice. Did you see her? She was really fucking cute.”

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I am the doctor, there's no need! I mean, you'd remember that right? Unless I didn't succeed in the lobotomy...

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass

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WELL NO ONE ELSE WANTED TO DO A RE-ENACTING OF KINKY BOOTS

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE RIGHT YOU GOTTA DO IT YOURSELF

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass

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Ah right, coming from the erotic black magic man.

Well, no matter, I shall become God in the new world, so where will your comeback be now?

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass

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Ah, that won't be necessary Kolya, though if you want to write a few more threats to the Agenc-

Wait. Kolya? You don't even go here, you enemy-schemeing jester-loving theatre dropout.

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass

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Yes I do! And that is the first step to acknowledging a problem!

I need to drink more of the blood of my enemies...and also water. I'll refill the vodka bottles

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass

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Oh, my dear, dear Oguri. *pats* It's all a plan. I always have some plans. Vodka is my plan juice. *bottles spill out* see? That was totally planned *tries to pick them up but more fall out* wait, uhhh *how does his coat have that much space?* I'm just picking these up for Ivan just LISTEN

Welp all the cool kids (my gf @perfect-murderer) are doing it so here I go!

I’m Fyodor Dostovesky and welcome to jackass