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Man— I really wanted to use this blog, but tumblr is just not a convenient platform for me. I’m more of a HC’r than a full fledged lit RP’r during the semester.

But yeah if you’re a mutual and are interested in talking about & rping with Todd (or any of my other OCs not featured on this blog), you’re welcome to ask for my discord.

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

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↖️Achievement: Mouthful of Razor

🏆Has a mouth filled with sharp fangs

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The way in the last half a second it starts walking and you can hear his scream really ties this video together

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The full rez of a render for an application. That’ll be up later.

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The don almost scoffs as the towering psychiatrist approached him with readied fists. It was likely he was trying to threaten him by proving he didn’t need the aid of his weapon to do some damage, but Todd’s grin had yet to falter even as the doctor narrowed the space between them. Playfully, he swings his fists up to about his chest-level, rolling them comically as he hopped on the balls of his feet, chuckling in the twisted face of fear.

“I’m gonna die anyway, aren’t I? Might as well as have a laugh before my battered corpse is dragged back to camp.” He pauses to breathe a laugh, smile widening before he added, “It’d be a damn cryin’ shame if I just laid myself out in the theatre waiting for your decomposing ass to come fry mine. I’m not a very patient man.”

Flattening his fists, he pats his chest as he pushed it forward, inviting the doctor to do his worst, “Let’s just get this over with then, shall we? Fucken put me in the goddamn ground.” Personally, he saw no point in really putting up a fight, knowing full well the entity beefed up all it’s boys (and girls) to be relatively unfightable. As much as he’d like to, he’s sure that if he threw any punches in Herman’s direction, it’d be like punching a brick wall and he figures he’d just be wasting his time. The least he can do it not give the other the satisfaction of a scream.

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“Oh no, this was just the beginning.” Herman laughed out as he threw his weapon to the side. As a doctor he should know that it was bad for his bones but he still cracked his knuckles, getting ready to punch that stupid grin off of Todd’s face. He had seen a lot but someone grinning after being hit with a baseball bat was new to Herman.

“Do you take a liking in this, mr. Russo? Because I can promise you, soon you will scream in pain like everyone else.” Herman said, almost whispering. The other man surely had a troubled mind and the Doctor wanted to explore every last corner of the other man’s brain. Literally. Much like Herman did it with his mentor.

This finally was fun, a strong mind that just didn’t want to break. But soon even Todd’s mind would break, turning him into a drooling, mumbling mess. Another moment Herman always looked forward to.

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Autumn preferences for your muse!

Rules: bold what your muse prefers and tag some people. tagged by: @friendly-psychiatrist tagging: @lackadaisicaldenial & Anyone who wants it

1). go apple picking vs. go on a hayride 2). scary vs. sweet 3). sweaters vs. boots 4). socks vs. mittens 5). bonfires vs. football 6). trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies 9). bake pie vs. bake cookies [ can’t cook ] 10). rain vs. fog 11). black cats vs. owls 12). ghosts vs. wizards 13). harry potter vs. Halloweentown 14). go hiking vs. sleep in 15). cinnamon vs. nutmeg 16). reading vs. writing 17). hot chocolate vs. tea 18). live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be Fall 24/7 19). candy apples vs. caramel apples [ no like sweet ] 20). blankets vs. pillows 21). roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts 22). coffee vs. apple cider 23). red leaves vs. orange leaves 24). braids vs. bows [ what ] 25). scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods 26). carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie 27). pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes [ NO LIKE SWEET ] 28). coats vs. oversized sweaters 29). beanies vs. berets [ Damian vs Marcel ] 30). candy corn vs. peanut butter cups 32). jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire 33). corn maze vs. haunted house 34). bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch 35). whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate [ >:( ]

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS?

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace.  silk. cotton. moths. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. sculptures. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. ivory. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. angels. heat. cold. steam. frost. candles. sword. dagger. gun. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves. ink.

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Why not all four? But the better order would be Fight, punish, grope, and then kill... Though I kinda wanna keep you around.

A wild Todd appeared! - [ ACCEPTING ]

Amusement glistened in the don’s eyes as his companion humored him with a response to his hypothetical, a little disappointed that, yet again, Damian couldn’t simply just pick one of the given options and instead chose all four. That wasn’t what I was asking, but he digressed with a sigh.

“So let me get this straight. You want to fight me and presumably win which in itself is unlikely. Then you want to punish me for losing, take advantage of me while I’m down and then debate on ending my life.” He pauses, lofting his brows at the other as he lets him take in his words before following up with, “Does that sound about right to you or did I completely misinterpret your order?”

Smirking narrowly, he adds, “God, and I thought we were friends. I had no idea you wanted me dead so bad. I really need to correct my poor evaluation of character.”

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Punish - (friendly-psychiatrist)

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Todd Russo has appeared! What do you do?

▶ Fight ▶ Grope ▶ Kill ▶ Punish

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Hi I’m a piece of shit welcome to my blog

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MEME:   share five lyrics / songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. (repost. don’t reblog. )

Summer Camp - Brian Krakow X

You don't want to waste your time So put me out of your mind You say I'm a loaded gun But we're just having fun You don't want a broken heart--

Mother Mother - Sleep Awake X

Protecting you Protecting me I throw the evidence into a trunk and drop it in the sea

Lie awake I sleep awake I sleep with one eye on the bedroom door The other on the cake

I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME - CHOKE X

Stop, drop And drag me into place And lock the fire escapes I'll break your pretty face (Yeah, yeah)

Oh, you clever little things The sycophantic teens What a precious basket case (Yeah, yeah)

Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian At Best X

Erroneous, harmonious, I'm hardly sanctimonious Dirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselves I'm a fake, I'm a phoney, I'm awake, I'm alone I'm homely, I'm a Scorpio

††† (Crosses) - †his is a †rick X

Whats the matter with the transformation? What you've been practicing for days and nights. While I'm watching the creation of this awful creature that no one likes.

Tagged by Taken From : @friendly-psychiatrist

Tagging: @lackadaisicaldenial & @coldimagery when you finally get your blog together. I know your ass has a wealth of music for Damian.

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Reblog if your muse has lost one or both of their parents.

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“Shouldn’t be too long here-” She checked the clock again, already having forgotten the time since the last time she checked only moments ago. About 10 more minutes. What the fuck was she supposed to talk about for the next ten minutes? There weren’t any customers within the sleepy store and it wasn’t like she was getting any more interesting standing behind the counter like a lump bringing up small talk.  Ophelia lets out a gentle laugh at the mention of Damien and his eventual reaction to this self help book. She fully expected Todd would have lit up a cigarette right then to punctuate his hypocritical humor. But yeah, here would’ve been a bad idea. Damn.  Despite her reservations, she wouldn’t mind meeting Damien again, sure, he wasn’t the most pleasant of people to talk to and Ophelia wasn’t entirely sure if she was just socially starved or desperate for more people to hang out with. At least Todd reached out to her, that was a nice gesture in itself. 

His last question erm, the girl was caught off guard by that a bit. Todd was known to be blunt but Ophelia didn’t expect that so fast. 

“Ah- well..”

“Yeah, pretty much…”  She certainly wasn’t proud of it. The pay wasn’t bad and she she was stable living by herself, however, that’s all it was. Just living. She didn’t really like where she had landed in and felt as though she wouldn’t be able to push forward with anything worthwhile. 

“It’s not so bad though-” she waved a hand dismissively, not wanting to bore Todd with her own issues after all. “Anyway, my shift is up-”   It was time to close the store, hence why there were no customers aside from Todd. Closing up the register, she stepped away from the counter, flipping the front side from Open to Closed. 

Ope- Her expression was enough to tip him off that he misspoke. Yeah… Now that he thinks about it, his phrasing was certainly not the best-- inferring that this was the only thing going on in her life was maybe more than a little rude.

He lofts his brows as her expression brims with shame, lapsing into silence a moment as said realization hits him and he has to quickly come to terms with the fact that he was just incredibly insensitive. I mean, it makes sense- she dropped out of college, this is better than her doing nothing-- He shakes his head, offering a kind of strained lopsided grin as he tries to clear the air with a guilty, “I’m sorry.” before quickly taking to the following topic. The sooner he can pretend he wasn’t a prick just then, the better he’ll feel.

Bag in hand, he lags a little behind her, only now becoming conscious of how vacant the store is. Perhaps he just assumed that since this was a bookstore, it’s patrons were just being respectfully quiet, but as it turns out he isn’t as observant as he often wishes he was. It’s good that she doesn’t hate this job, though nobody ever speaks very highly of any retail position, but he can’t help but wonder why she dropped out to pursue this. Did she not have a choice? This can’t be all she wants to do, right?

“Weren’t you going to school to become some kinda doctor-- wait, no, it was something else.” He pauses in his tracks, snapping his fingers as his eyes loll up towards the ceiling in thought as if looking towards the back of his damn brain for the answer. It takes a lot of muttering before finally his thought is punctuated with another snap of his fingers, “Right! You talked a little bit about becoming a dentist. What happened to that? I don’t want to assume anything.” Although it’s rather obvious he already has.