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not sure if i have any active followers here still but!! i’ve brought todd back over on this blog B’)
hey hey hey!! this blog is still a work in progress so no real promo yet and sorry for this mess but please like / reblog if you’d like to interact with a multimuse made up of characters i previously had blogs for that died due to me being unable to maintain activity too many blogs at once!! i really missed them, so i figured the smartest thing to do was put them all together on one blog!
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young and t r a g i c; an anderperry mix [listen]
is there anyone out there delta rae | no sunlight death cab for cutie | young and tragic dead man’s bones | asleep the smiths | don’t let them see you cry manchester orchestra | hold back the river james bay | set the fire to the third bar snow patrol | don’t wake me robots don’t sleep | come back when you can barcelona | feels like the end mikky ekko | open your eyes snow patrol
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"What is your best memory of your father?" What is the worst?
The FIRST question was harder than the second.
“ The best was——— when I was finally accepted into Welton. ”
He recalls the backhanded compliment he’d receivedupon opening the letter ( ‘ and it only took until yoursenior year! ’ ) followed by a speech on how well hisbrother had done at the school. ( ‘ jeffrey’s on trackto be valedictorian this year. we know we won’t getthe same from you, but at least aim to not embarrassus here. ’ )
But he also remembers the semblance of PRIDE thathis father had expressed. It was perhaps the first timeever in Todd’s life that it’d been directed at him.
And despite how they could care less about him, Toddvalued the opinion of his parents TOO MUCH for his owngood.
“ And the worst———– ”
He didn’t want to TALK about that one, though it came tohim right away. Memories of the very first time he’d heardhis father call him Worthless made his head spin.
Todd had been TOO YOUNG to have heard those wordsdirected towards him. It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t aprodigy like Jeffrey. At the time, he had hardly even beenable to UNDERSTAND. All his young mind could processwas that his father thought he was worthless. His motherwas sitting there in silent agreement.
And so it must be TRUE.
“ ———–I don’t know. ”
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Ask my muse about their mother/father
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iimmundus:
One thin brow quirks at Todd’s gesture.
He slinks in——— knows he’s supposed
to be looking for something on crocotta,
but the religious studies section catches
his eye. Sam pauses, wetting his lip. He
thinks carefully before he answers.
He can’t remember what Tiresias said
exactly about damnation. Was that
the Odyssey? or Dante?
“Hell. Anything.
——— Um, yeah.”
“Hell?”
Even with this, he feels a certain
guilt at prying too much, so he
doesn’t question it any more than
that. If Sam wants to explain any
further, Todd’s sure he will.
“A--alright, um------
just anything?”
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We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming, We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want. We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already. We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought.
AND STILL WE SLEEP.
#indie rp#dead poets society rp#dps rp#80s rp#i mean it takes place in the 50s but was made in 89 so it counts#shrug s into the sun#i like how this came out though????
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IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER
are u sure? like are u really sure? have u seen me? u did not think this through
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prodigalscn:
❝ i don’t get it, todd. ❞
what he failed to understand was
not every possible wrong falls onto
just ONE person’s shoulders.
he also failed to realize just what his
accusations were or could be doing
to todd –
❝ if you want it, take it – right?
to hell with it and go for what
you want. ❞
he shakes his head at zeke’s logic. he
knew the other was RIGHT, but in the
end, todd just couldn’t do it.
“ i’m not-----one of those people
who can just...TAKE things like
that. that just----it isn’t me. ”
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unearnedluck:
TODD’S HAND is circumscribing neil’s tighter than neil
figured todd THOUGHT he was. instead of WINCING
as todd’s fingers flushed the color from neil’s, he traces
slow circles with his thumb on his hand. they’re at the
edge of town, the vermont sky OILY && drenched in
the filmy state of the morning. it’s a messy palette of
colors that seem almost too PRETTY to be REAL
superficial, as if a WATERCOLOR PAINTING had been
taped over the sky.
there’s a sudden moment of stark PANIC vaguely
familiar but SHEER in its terror nonetheless, swelling
in neil’s chest, his heart feeling as if it were descending
into a watery GRAVE. they didn’t have much money, they
were alone, neil almost KILLED himself, what if it was all
just a mess of hormones && GRIEVANCES that would
lead him to end todd’s shot at a good LIFE, what if it was
a whim like his father said, they didn’t know what they
were doing, they
the wintry dawn of vermont had TAINTED todd’s cheeks,
the blood blooming in them, a warm contrast to the seemingly
ETERNAL season around them. his eyes appear to have
something placed in them that neil can’t quite put but has
rarely seen before. snowflakes visit todd’s eyelashes.
somehow the sky isn’t the most breathtaking view
within neil’s reach at the moment. && they will be okay.
as neil unfurled his fingers and RELEASED his former fear
from his metaphorical GRIP, the events of the morning finally
caught up to him. a slow && warm exhaustion settled over
him, his body a column of drowsiness. neil tries to STIFLE it
at first, then remembers his company, && lets go. he squeezes
todd’s hand best he can considering the circumference of todd’s
hand around his. a groggy smile tugs at his lips as he draws
cash from his jacket pocket.
❝ my FATHER has got us taken care of. ❞
STEALING wasn’t a typical concept to fall under neil’s list
of morals then AGAIN, he wasn’t usually running away with
the possible love of his life pretty boys at three in the morning
to start a new life. so for NOW, he lets himself smile. he lets himself
kiss todd on the side of the head UNNECESSARILY and forget
about the wild chemicals in his body.
❝ where to, mr. anderson? ❞
A short laugh of disbelief comes from his mouth
as he looks down at the cash in Neil’s hand.
“ Neil, you didn’t-------- ”
But he cuts himself off in that thought, because
Neil DID and----more importantly----he COULD.
they were no longer BOUND by the rules of their
parents, their world finally existed outside of their
reign, and they could do all the things neither of
them had even DREAMED of actually getting the
chance to before.
( and for TODD, there was a LOT )
Neil asking him where they should go came as a
SURPRISE to Todd. It was the other boy, after all,
who had decided on running away ( or maybe,
ESCAPING was a more suitable word for it ) in the
first place. Todd didn’t think that he should get to
choose where to go when the decision could very
well lead them towards a brand new DESTINY for
BOTH of them.
Despite this, a new smile draws itself onto his face
as he replies. For once, he speaks CONFIDENTLY.
If Neil had in mind he wouldn’t have asked for Todd’s
choice in the first place. The fact that he did ASK him
to pick showed a TRUST in Todd’s decision-making.
( Even if it was something as random as a direction )
And it was Neil’s trust and faith in him that made him
believe in HIMSELF for once.
“ how about south? ”
The farther away they could possibly get from sickeningly
white winters and sharp, biting cold air, the better.
#( ;; v; sailors of the world; bound for all ports. )#unearnedluck#( ;; otp; he could finally breathe. )#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i wouldn't get too excited over this tbh#it doesn't necessarily mean i'm making any sort of official comeback to this blog
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woah
#( ;; out of poetry. )#rEMEMBER ME??????#i didn't even log in here on purpose tbh#oops#sorry todd's been rlly quiet i think my new muses scared him into silence#probs brittnay and evatrice#and takano tbh
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Todd knows this is far more important than
keeping their meetings a secret. this is an
investigation of a murder. If telling him about
how they sneak out to the woods every night
in order to share poems and live deliberately
was going to help keep lives safe, it was worth
it. ( they would probably already be getting in
plenty of trouble for being out at this hour in the
first place. the school would hold it’s own invest-
igation if they needed to, and then not saying
anything now would be proven pointless anyways. )
“ I--it’s, um, Todd. ” Better not to share his last
name right now. He caused his parents enough
shame as it is. They wouldn’t want their name
attached to something like this in any sort of way.
“ Well, u--um, we---we were----i--in the woods...um
------we were r-r--reading. ” He knows the stammered
out explaination hardly makes any sense, but it’s
the best he can get out with this level of anxiousness.
It seems to Will that it’s getting harder and harder
to keep the young man’s attention focused by the
second. He briefly toys with the idea of getting him
to come back to the station for questions, some-
where they can get him something to drink and time
to collect himself, but a commotion like that might
amp up the anxiety even more. “Mind telling me your
name, sir? Maybe what you were doing out here?
Might help us figure out what she was doing out here.”
#( ;; v; to make much of time. )#imaginationisaplague#tHIS GOT SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TOO RIP I AM SO SORRY#a sweaty-toothed madqueue
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unearnedluck | cont.
chances are, if neil hadn’t cut himself off right there like
that, todd would have thought he’d only meant in a friendly
way ( or, at least, he would have CONVINCED himself of
that after thinking about it for weeks on end ) but with how
surprised with himself he seems after saying it, todd is thrown
off.
“ --------what--what did you just say? ”
maybe he’s just so completely IN LOVE at this point that he’s
started to HEAR things.
#( ;; v; seize the day. )#unearnedluck#i s2g we have written like 200 different versions of these nerds confessing their love 2 each other
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“ w--well no-------but--- ”
❝ maybe not. hey, it’s your life
but do you really wanna go
through it like this, pushed
around by everyone? ❞
#( ;; v; to make much of time. )#prodigalscn#sORRY FOR ONLY ONE LINE I SUCK SM#a sweaty-toothed madqueue
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“ s----so you know a lot of places like this? ”
“ well you’re in luck – these places seem to find me. “
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Oh my gosh you guys! I’ve been meaning to post this for a while (aka since before i moved blogs), but I think by now you guys know me enough to realize that if procrastination were a class, I would make an A+.
In a few months time Noah will be officially a year old (noah’s blog birthday is on Halloween) and I have all of you guys to thank for making this one of the most fun and amazing roleplay experiences of my roleplaying life.
First let me introduce some honorable mentions (aka the baes)
riippedapart (frankie - my future wifey)
frankie was one of my first writing partners when I created baby noah. since we first started collaborating, we have be come great friends and amelia and noah are the cutest little sugar babies together that there have ever been. if it weren’t for frankie, i would have surely deleted my blog at least four times. If you all haven’t followed frankie and melia then you aren’t living your life to the fullest. frankie is a wonderful writer and such a good friend.
youfuckingfiend (nicole - the cooliest)
nicole and adam are both the cooliest (yes i am trying to ruffle his tail feathers) as i have stated above. i cannot tell you how very intimidated I was when i first discovered her blog, but i’m so glad i stopped being a wimp and was like ‘hey yo we should do a thing’ because it earned me a wonderful partner and a cool af acquaintance.
floraiison (kayla - precious wifey in my harem of wifies)
did i mention to you guys that remy/noah is otp af?? well they are. kayla enabled me to explore so many facets of noah’s character and gave her a love that she will have all her life. i’m so glad she puts up with my fickleness and procrastination, because she is one of those many people that i just couldn’t get along on this site without.
onto my list (bc lists are the fucking bomb)
riippedapart (and all of frankie’s other blogs) youfuckingfiend floraiison (and all of kayla’s other blogs) miiserably (who gave me awesome ideas for noah’s harry potter verse and the best moaning myrtle) obsessiiive robbinggraves unblunting innsania influencedbyfear pippinxtook areyoutellingme astraanopsia soldatzimy frcddie fashionsleuth (and their warren peace blog, if they are still running it) ghostsx hangingtreeman limitlessxxpotential lxader liikeablanket xprinsipessa xtraswcct xmonstro claustrophobicwerewolf veilled versxnia notadiick not-faer myownprivatetrap blood-spilled changedsongbird deadliing walkingaloneinthelight bihexuals dyadcasualty perdiditsoror 01ena assumptiive voiidstuff sailxrboy tovgheest toxmultiply demxnsblood devilout theexiledcrown lcwlife vitiosusx cavityfluid lamourhaine misskringle ahotshotslugger pistollips noorangeflags siinnerr
you guys are the awesomest! never doubt that you are most excellent! (also i apologize to those who didn’t make it on the list. it’s probably because you just slipped my scatterbrain.)
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❝ TRUTH is like, like a blanket
that always leaves your feet cold. ❞
#self promo#omg i literally never promo this blog so um here bye#i'm not dead i promise i've just been on freddy & téa mostly while i'm mobile#but i get internet back saturday and i'll blog-hop more and be active once that happens !!#also i made two new blogs that don't have promos yet oops
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Todd shook his head at the apology. "It's fine. I--it's not like you knew, so it's fine." He couldn't let himself get angry or upset with Roy for something he had nothing to do with and hardly even knew about.
Todd's expression was somewhere between distressed and confused. "Um...what do you mean THAT kind of society? What kind?"
He doesn't know if he wants to share with Roy what it was. He'll tell him he was in it, sure, but ever since everything that had happened, the dead poets society and all it involved felt even more like a sacred little secret. Even if the administration and parents and other students knew that it had been there. None of them REALLY knew what it was all about, except the boys who had been there.
|only in their dreams...| closed |
Todd had no idea that there were stories about Neil going around enough to spread to new students. Hearing him talked about like that—-some kid in a play—-made him feel more than a little sick. He took a deep breath, he was going to have to answer this. He couldn’t dodge around it forever, so he might as well get it over with now.
“Y–yeah, um, he was…” He pauses, trying to decide on what exactly to say, “he was, um, my roommate.” Roommate felt like a term that didn’t do his relationship with Neil nearly enough justice. But he won’t go into any more detail unless Roy asked, and even then he’s not sure how much he’d manage to say.
#( ;; v; sounded my barbaric yawp. )#thearrowsprotege#omg hi i missed u !!#sorry if this looks weird i'm stuck on mobile for like the week so ;o;
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