#afacere

Oh it definitely frustrates Doomsday. It worries her more than it frustrates her, though, because Thursday has such a history of getting hurt and manipulated by bad people because she gives them so many chances and forgives them over and over and over again.

Like, Doom won't forgive someone who does her wrong. She'll cut them off pretty quickly after they show her who they are. But Thursday? She will keep giving them the benefit of the doubt and believing them when they give her a reason or an excuse or even a half-assed apology. It's really hard for her to tell when someone is abusing her - or maybe not even abusing her, but just being a bad friend - or if she might be being "too sensitive", as she was told that a lot growing up, that she was the one "reading too much into things", being "too sensitive", having her feelings disregarded, her boundaries repeatedly crossed by friends and family alike, until her sense of self eroded to a point where she will put herself last before pretty much everyone else.

Doom used to be the same way because she is, at her core, still a Thursday, but she snapped somewhere along the way and stopped putting up with it. Thursday has come a long way and gone through a lot of personal growth and doesn't put up with it as much as she used to, but she still will give people chances. She will still try to be a sort of guiding light and not only lead by example, but live by example. She can't turn off the person she is, and that's a person who cares about other people and genuinely enjoys the company of others. She finds things she likes about nearly every person she meets, and it's those things that keep her coming back and bonding with.

James adores Thursday. Not as much as he adores Doomsday, but he does obsess over her and is crazy about her too. He has stalked her and tried to get too cozy with her, but Thursday has just laughed at him, ignored him, and gently pushed him away. She hasn't reacted violently the way Doom has and it's made a lot of difference. Thursday's way of reacting towards his affections has sort of brought him to heel, while with Doom, the harsher she reacts, the more James reacts back.

Don't get me wrong, though. If Thursday were to ever give him an "in", he'd take it. Fast. Right away. No questions asked. Never think that James won't take something that is offered to him, especially if it's something he wants.

Alex Rovaro shuffles along the marble floor, looking pleasant. Secluded in an aisleway of warm lights and laminated wood, he slows to admire the ferns, as if they aren't made of plastic.

He takes a lifeless leaf in his paws, his jaws gently ruminating over a cookie. Ever since he was a child, he hated the concept. Either get the real thing, or don't bother. Now that he's a businessman, he knows cutting corners, preserving the essence of life, is necessary. It's soul-crushing. But it works.

There rarely was a time when Fetch wasn't grumpy. Some could say it was his default setting, but he himself would counter that argument simply by asking if there was anything happening around the world that should really make him smile. If not, then he was simply responding adequately to the world around him. This steadfast philosophy had served him well throughout the years, and he was not about to change it... unless he was around the good doctor. It was quite difficult to be cynical around him, especially with the naive idealism of the man -- it was quite ironic, taking into consideration the environment he lives in, but Fetch knew enough grace not to call it out.

He listened calmly to this new mission he was going to go on, and looked to the side to see the scrawny messenger, sometimes employed by Mister Lin and noticed that she was glancing back. A half-smile appeared on his lips, and he winked quickly, shrugging his shoulders as to say 'i know you don't need me, but let's humour him'. When they left the office, he sighed and turned to fumi. "Hear me out, I've got a deal for us, okay? One - when we're safe, I listen to you, no questions asked, but the moment we come into any sort of danger, you listen to me, no questions asked. Does that sound fair?"

ꕥ      . . .     @afacere  tapped  the  heart  for  a  starter  !

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋  𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  in  the  world  of  thieves  and  tricksters;  misplaced  expectations  of  decorum  were  shed  the  moment  one  crossed  into  the  underworld     —     the  city’s  churning  belly  of  all  that  was  better  kept  hidden  from  the  light  of  day.  Sayuri  had  long  since  learned  that  the  world  as  people  commonly  knew  it  was  little  more  than  a  façade,  masking  the  darker  things  it  desperately  tried  to  keep  secret:  the  delinquents,  the  rebels,  those  who  defied  the  regular  order  and  refused  to  bow  before  the  legislature  and  those  who  embodied  it. 

Years  spent  at  the  bottom  of  society  had  revealed  a  truth  that  now  guided  her  every  step:  those  who  truly  held  the  reins  were  not  blessed  particular  with  kindness  or  resolve,  but  with  the  audacity  to  simply  claim  whatever  they  desired.  Those  who  faltered,  failed     —     and  she  would  never  allow  her  own  steps  to  waver  again. 

Not  even  when  she  saw  her  self-proclaimed  prized  possession  slip  gracefully  into  another’s  hand  did  she  allow  it  to  dim  her  spirits.  Instead,  the  immediate  click  of  her  heels  against  polished  mosaic  tiles  bespoke  an  entitlement  entirely  fabricated     —     the  brashness  of  her  words  unapologetic,  crude.  ❝   That’s  mine.   ❞  With  covert  subtlety,  Sayuri’s  fingers  extended  toward  the  good  now  hidden  within  the  stranger’s  coat.  ❝   I’d  hand  it  over  if  I  were  you.   ❞  

arms   crossed   in   front   of   his   chest   .   uh   oh   .   it's   a   sour   mood   ---   like   biting   in   an   unripe   fruit   .   overworked   ,   strained   does   his   own   body   betray   him   ---   when   needed   the   least   ;   for   matters   alike   these   could   not   wait   ,   could   not   be   postponed   nor   taken   on   lightly   .   he   knows   too   well   ---   in   this   modern   world   ,   society   coils   itself   into   an   uroboros   snake   .   eats   its   own   ,   draws   its   circle   in   eternal   continuation   .   his   eyes   narrow   ,   almost   squint   ---   attempting   to   swallow   his   fruitless   contemplation   .   all   dead   -   ended   .   no   clear   beginning   ,   no   clear   end   .   his   brow   twitches   ,   before   it   pulls   itself   upwards   .   rather   than   surprise   ,   its   merely   astonishment   ---   amused   .   he   guesses   ,   some   sour   fruits   do   have   their   sweetness   ,   somewhere   inside   .   "   got   your   heart   broken   ?   "   his   disbelief   bleeds   in   the   colour   of   ambiguous   concern   ---   walking   a   threshold   between   .   neither   the   one   ---   nor   the   other   .   caring   and   not   caring   .   "   mixing   business   with   private   matters   is   not   quite   like   you   .   must   have   been   quite   the   character   .   "   his   tone   flips   into   playful delight   ,   all   right   .   

── Merde. merde, merde, merde, merde, merde, merde, merde. okay. let's run through this together. let's go through the timeline and understand exactly how he got into his now most unenviable position.

first: the canvas he had occupied for a few weeks now was devoid of all things good and righteous. it was, in the plainest terms, the closest thing to hades that he has ever brushed up against - barring, of course, his first leap into a distorted canvas (a story for never, all things willing). in short, he's had a bad few weeks. animals there hate him. he's pretty sure he's set to be burned at the stake. he might have also committed some kind of religious treason (whoopsies).

second: he's running to avoid those consequences. trickery has only gotten him so far. as fast as he likes to think he is, ink is far from decent compared to a sprinting horse.

third: he's officially overstayed his welcome.

really, all of that could be summarized by the third point. he has overstayed his welcome. he needs to leave.

muscle memory intervenes as he darts between trees. both hands raise, rake their nails down through the air in front of him, and into the void of ink and spite he goes.

now, normally, he prides himself on having good posture when he exits. he may not always land on his feet, but he tries not to land in such a way that startles others; consecutive leaps from canvases draws the ink from his nose, his eyes, his very lungs, and that is far from a pleasant experience. the less startled the people around him are when he arrives, the more likely it is that he'll have time to rest before needing to hop again.

this time, however, he's absent that good posture.

there's a startling CLANG, and the taste of metal. copper? no, not metal at all - eugh, an uncomfortable warmth that rolls across his tongue, and it's only as he peels himself away from the side of the dumpster that the pain of biting into his own tongue hits him. he stands, then doubles over, fanning his face with his now black-stained gloves.

❝ putain, ❞ hisses sisyphus, ❝ ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, merde, i hate today !! ❞

he's been doing this for a while. not landing here specifically, but landing in general. he has a formula. land, check for witnesses, calm them down if they're there, and then leave. or lie to them. or do some warped combination of the two.

in this instance, however, he completely forgets to check to see if anyone's watching. or really to check where he is in general.

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yandere? 🫵

// i'm making this into its own post because i want to talk about it and not have it be lost in replies forever. i find the potential ivan has towards yandere-ism quite interesting and fun and could certainly see it be a possibility in au's. it's very important for his character to differentiate between canon and au's because. obv. there's certain material to be respected when it comes to canon, and i'd like to do that. even tho in most of his au's i try to stay true to his core character because... i don't want to erase it completely either. as canonically speaking, ivan is someone who puts others above himself, in his own eyes he's barely human, and there's numerous times where he's displayed being overly gentle with till because he, genuinely, doesn't want for any harm to come to till. yes he provokes fights with him, but he's rarely the one to actually throw the first punch, if ever, and in the end ends up fighting defensively rather than aggressivelly because he isn't looking to harm. he's just looking for a reaction. now, would ivan go out of his way to cause harm to others if they were ever 'threatening' to take till away from him? no! ivan is perfectly aware of the fact that he's not desirable, that he's not a good friend, that he's not someone worthy of love ( which isn't actually true— but that is his skewed perspective on the matter ). he's aware of till's crush on mizi and he respects it. he wants till to be his and reciprocate his feelings, but it's not something he'd ever force him to do, barely even gives him any hints to it, on top of the main reason why he fell for till was his rebellious nature and desire for freedom. therefore, he'd never try to rid him of what little freedom he has by trying to possess him. it's so terribly ingrained in ivan that he's just someone in the background; he's there because no one else would put up with till's temper. he knows he's someone people just settle for when there's no one else. he's never anyone's first choice, and he's okay with that. the sort of person that loves, but never expects anything in return. the 'if you love them, let them go' trope, because he's fully convinced people would be happier with literally anyone other than him. ivan is obsessive, out of curiosity, he sees till as means of learning about what emotions are because he is so very open and unashamed about his own. but he's not possessive.