#todd rebane ( ask ).

[rootworkin-arc]

todd said, “i’ll avoid that place like the plague. i’ll never go back there.”

“i suppose it’s not for everyone,” she says, a bemused smile flitting over her face as she folds another outfit into her open suitcase. the conversation had been going fine until she’d mentioned taking a jaunt to paris when she was overseas. then todd had immediately launched into his hatred of the city, leaving her (as always) with a lot of unanswered questions.

pasha doesn’t exactly know what todd’s experiences in paris were. she knows he lived there for a good portion of his life and that, whatever had happened there, had left him with a harsh disdain for the alleged city of love. but whenever she tries to get context, todd shuts down and changes the subject, a shadow hanging low in his eyes.

“i promise i won’t get you a souvenir.” sighing, she perches next to him on the bed, grabbing his hand and kisses the back of it, pressing all her unanswered questions into his skin so they won’t slip out. “try not to get in trouble while i���m gone, yeah?”

prompt / accepting / @hidiingplace​

[hidiingplace]

“don’t do this here. you’re making a scene.” (todd)

“Maybe I oughta be makin’ a scene.” Voice raised, body animated, it’s clear that something has set him off and for what? Be it the tension that’s been building up he’s tried to push down, or the feeling like surely everyone leaves him at one point or another and that such a time for Pasha was running short, Todd’s behaviour might be seen as self-destructive. Though in a room full of people, fuelled but a lingering fear of abandonment, it was hard for him to see it as anything other than justified right now.

“Ye embarressed? Eh? What it is, then?”

@rootworkin // jealous much ?

[harrowiingstreets]

Todd: does something stupid Most people: what the fuck? Ella: he hasn't even had redbull yet just you wait

LMAKLSCOSHDJGFS she’s right and i hate him

[hidiingplace]

"did you miss me?" | Lee @ Todd

Todd had never been shy about where he works. The after-school program at one of the local elementary schools was attached directly to the building. Honestly, it was somewhat of a miracle that Todd was allowed to work where he was. His anti-authority sentiments, his tattoos, his rather odd outlook on life, (his juvie record) –– it caused problems for a lot of the student’s parents who enrolled their child in these programs. He was just lucky to have the team here stick behind him. He knew they used him as a lesson in tolerance, and truthfully, he was okay with that.

Todd’s shift always started just before the lunch hour at the school. Kindergarten children were arriving one by one. Todd was on door duty this morning, greeting the kids as they came through the door, not even needing to write down all the names of the kids –– he knew them by heart. 

Half way through the line, Todd’s head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. He does a double take, smile slowly turning to grin as he recognizes her. He hadn’t seen her for a week. He assumed –– well, he assumed the worst as he often does. He turns to look in the classroom, leaning around the corner to ask one of his coworkers to take over door duty for a second. She agrees, and before she’s even made it to the door, Todd bolts in a running start towards Lee. 

He’s already laughing before he’s looped his arms around her and hauled her up into the air. He spins her for a quick moment before letting her drop to her feet. Without a moment’s hesitation he presses a firm kiss to her cheek –– deciding he wants to hear the sound of her laughter before he actually plants a kiss on her (in front of the kids... whoops)!

“Miss ya? Is that even a question?” Todd asks, snickering as he loops his arms around her, grinning down at her lips for a moment, wondering if she’d let him. He can hear the voice of a few of the kids standing in the door making grossed out faces and a few kids egging him on with ‘eeeewwwww’s. He turns and looks at the kids, giving them a smirk before he speaks up. 

“Whatta ya do when ya see somethin’ scary?” Todd asks, and most of the kids giggle and cover their eyes. “There ya go, stay like that for a second, will ya?” Todd says, snickering before he looks back at Lee and pecks her lips with his own, pulling away just to smile at her. 

“Where ya been, toots?”

@spiriitum // random dialog.

[hidiingplace]

[ THUMB ] : sender gently runs their thumb across receiver's lips before leaning in to kiss them. | just gonna yeet some Todd/Lee content at u oop

There is very little Todd likes about himself. He’s made of imperfections and things he wishes he could change. He’s managed to change some –– covering freckles with tattoos, piercing the parts of himself he hates, throwing up a comical, happy attitude to mask the deeper parts of himself. Over the years those tattoos fade in colour. Over the years those piercings are ripped out. Over the years that wall of personality needs repairing. 

His lips have never been something he’s liked. They’re too big for his face, ever swollen. They’re too dry from running his mouth, ever chapped. They’re too wounded from his antics, ever split. 

There’s damage there. A scar that sits in the dead centre of his lower lip which is the result of never having given his lip time to heal enough. He stretches it with wide smiles of false joy, he’s pierced it to hide the scar that rests there –– only for it to have been ripped out a few years back and make the scar that much more visible. 

Lee has been with him long enough to see why that spot never heals. He’s been licking at it all day, and now she’s come over to silently tell him to stop in her own way. He watches her lips as she watches his, feeling the deep intimacy that comes with someone touching your lips, touching a scar. He’s done so many times to her; was this what it felt like? Breath is caught in his throat, as if expecting her to scold him for such a thing. She doesn’t. 

His breath sighs out of him as she presses her lips to his. Hands slip around her waist loosely, folding themselves into the fabric of her shirt before he hauls her hips closer, bumping them against his while he leans forward to match her kiss with his own. 

@spiriitum // things done while kissing.

[hidiingplace]

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” [ todd & seonho ]

This wasn’t the type of thing that could be quelled by simple breathing exercises. Todd has his back against a wall, Seonho putting himself between Todd and the person who Todd wanted nothing more than to rip their head off was a bad place for him to be. 

His chest is heaving, his teeth bared and angry as he does his best to weave around Seonho’s form and spot the person who’d upset him. It shouldn’t have even been anything –– it was a small comment that hadn’t even been made about Todd or Seonho. Todd, never able to keep his mouth shut, had of course spoken up, and it was then when things got heated. Todd wasn’t about threats, he was about action and the rage the coursed through his body was in part because of the comments and harsh looks the other had given Todd, but also because he couldn’t get there and finish the fucker off like he wanted to. 

Seonho’s attempts fall short, and while Todd has done his best to keep himself from letting that rage spill over onto Seonho, it’s clear that something has finally snapped. 

Todd looks up at Seonho sharply. His eyes are wild and untamed, burning with heat as Todd lifts his hands and puts one on Seonho’s shoulder. His grip is hard –– harder than it needs to be. 

“I know yer tryna help––” Todd says, biting back his anger and failing. “But if ya don’t get outta my way and let me teach that MOTHER FUCKER A LESSON––” Todd yells over Seonho’s shoulder as he addresses the man in question, pointing with his free hand at the man who’s nose he intends to break at the same time. Todd’s eyes snap back to looking up at Seonho, determination and blood-lust ever present.

“I’ll make ya move myself, Seonho.”

@evocatiive​ // noticing trauma.

[hidiingplace]

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed | Lee @ Todd

It seemed there was always sparks flying between them. After months and months of this it never seemed to let up, it never seemed to get boring. Of course, Todd was known to keep people on their toes in every way, but it wasn’t often that someone could do the same to him. 

Dinner was forgotten, left to cool down into a chill while the pair made out against walls and stumbled their way towards the bed. He’s walking her backwards, absolutely infatuated with the way she tastes on his lips and sounds every time he touches her in just the right way. He smirks at her for a moment as he breaks from the kiss, her hands on his shoulders loosely as they just grin knowingly at each other. 

His hands slip down to the front of her hip bones, shoving her gently with the intention to knocking her backwards into the bed without him. But her fingers grip against the fabric of his shoulders, dragging him down with her. The intentional nature of her actions is emphasized in the way she smirks at him, hauling him off his feet and making him sail down to the bed with her. 

Caught off guard, he manages to catch himself on his elbows to prevent from slamming his entire body weight down onto her. Laughter flies free from both of them, smiling down at her as her fingers remain curled in his shirt. He shakes his head, fanning that messy, coppery hair out and making it fluffy in the action. 

“Whatta ya doin’ ta me, eh?” Todd remarks casually, love blowing his pupils wide before he bites his lower lip and sigh out dreamily. “C’mere.” He lowers his body quickly, catching her lips in his once more as he rests his weight down on her. Elbows slide upwards so they rest beside her on either side of her head, fingers slowly moving to play with the ends of her hair, inching closer to her head as he does so.

@spiriitum // nonverbal.

[hidiingplace]

💪 [ todd & seonho, mostly for the giggles ]

“Eh, I’m heavier than I look.” Todd defends, smirking up at Seonho as Todd walks into his kitchen and grabs a drink from the fridge. He cracks the can of energy drink and brings it to his lips, sipping loudly sets his drink down and begins to turn around. 

“Most people just think that cause I’m––” Todd is cut off mid sentence as he’s suddenly scooped up by Seonho from behind. His arms flail wildly, and for once Todd falls silent. It only last a few seconds before Todd’s wild and loud laughter belts from his chest, his knees bending over Seonho’s forearm, his arms looping around his neck. 

Todd’s face is red from laughing as hard as he was, one hand coming away to slap against his eyes, leaving his grinning mouth to express his amusement for him. Finally settling into the laughing fit, Todd pulls his hand away and loops it back around Seonho’s neck, shifting his weight by pulling himself up a little bit more. 

“Is this tha part where ya kiss me?” Todd remarks teasingly as he puckers his lips and bats his eyes at Seonho without the intention of actually asking Seonho to kiss him.

@evocatiive // nonverbal.

[hidiingplace]

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose | Lava just gonna groom Todd’s hair 😌

Todd wouldn’t exactly say that he was scared of horses, but then again, he wouldn’t say Lava was exactly a horse either. Somehow, the animal fascinated him more than she frightened him. Maybe a little bit of both, seeing as Todd’s happy place seemed to be somewhere between reckless and curious. Somehow, the pair had got on fairly well, and Todd seemed at ease as he leaned up against Lava’s shoulder like she was a brick wall that could easily support all his weight. Zipp had taken to finding Lava’s rump as a very comfortable place to take a nap. Scrolling through his phone, he didn’t even notice how invested he’d been in the mindlessness of the act until he feels Lava shift under his shoulders. 

He turns his head to find a big muzzle inches from his face. His smile widens into a toothy, apologetic smile –– only enhanced by the way his eyes squint closed, his shoulders lift, and a small little ‘heh heh’ sneaks out between his clenched teeth. Next thing he knows is there’s a tongue on the side of his face, and big floppy lips brushing side to side along his head. 

His snickers turn to giggles pretty quickly, tilting his head down and away but also leaning into it when it didn’t tickle so much. He’s not even bothered by the fact he’s going to have a one-sided mohawk when all was said and done.

@spiriitum // nonverbal.

[hidiingplace]

14. for one muse to carry the other to bed and stay with them | no thoughts, only Todd/Lee

“Ah, c’mere.” His voice lacks its usual playfulness, replaced by a low and soft concern that spreads along him. He’d come over to her place to surprise her, but when he got there he’d found a struggling Lee trying to right herself. Once the initial panic had washed over him and he’d seen that she was alright (for the most part) the caring side of him took over with the intention of making this all better. 

He loops his arms under her and hoists her up, carrying her as she was draped over his arms, her head against his chest. Moving through the space of her home to set her down on the bed, he makes an intentional move to set his knee on the edge of the bed so he can lay her down on the side farthest from the edge. He sets her down, arms sliding out from under her body as he pulls the blankets out and drapes them over her with care. 

He levies himself onto the bed, sliding down carefully to lay on his side next to her. One hand comes up to support his head, bending it under him so he had a higher place to rest it. His other hand moves to her stomach, rubbing it tenderly as he looks at her with a sad smile curling his lips. 

“Ya oughtta get some rest,” Todd says, voice barely reaching past a whisper. He bends down, pressing a kiss to her cheek bone just below her eye. His nose bumps hers, eyes closing as he sighs for a moment. When he blinks his eyes open, his smile returns a little bit more. 

@spiriitum // comfort.

[rootworkin-arc]

todd said, “ye look happier.”

“you think so?” she asks, a bemused smile crossing her face as she watches him poke around the apartment, unable to sit still for a moment without finding something to fidget with. in this case, it’s moving things an inch to the right, to see if dae will notice when he gets back. chances are high that the knight will; daeton likes his things in their proper place, after all, but he’s gone out to get food, and pasha’s too amused and tired to stop todd. 

things aren’t exactly settled. not really. there are moments when she still can’t quite get out of bed without pain or gets easily exhausted. but she supposes, all things considered, she is happier. she and daeton are back together and working on things, and her therapist has a myriad of ways to make even more money off of her. from the outside looking in, things seem fine.

apparently, daeton hasn’t mentioned her newfound rage to todd, or the way she flinches at small shadows. and maybe todd’s never quite been aware of how her magic has been a slow trickle of destruction ever since she was pulled out of the tree house. for sure, he’s seen it, but pasha isn’t sure just how in the know he is about how magic works.

probably best for him to remain in the dark about all of that. she doesn’t need yet another person fussing over her. and maybe, eventually, she can become what he thinks she is now. fake it ‘til you make it, right? she’s always excelled at that.

“doc says i’m getting better everyday, and that there’re no signs of whatever that bitch did to me,” she says finally, draping a blanket over her lap and easing against the back of the couch, watching him quick-step to the next object, his head cocked as he listens for dae’s impending return. “that’s why we’re celebrating tonight.”

prompt / accepting / @hidiingplace​

[hidiingplace]

2 and 9 for the rough childhood meme!

2. does your muse suffer with nightmares of their trauma?

ooc. No! The reason for this is mostly due to the fact that Todd suffers from SEVERE insomnia and is a very light sleeper. Todd’s mind, genuinely, does not often get healthy amounts of sleep and as a result, he doesn’t have dreams of any kind all that often. between not being able to fall asleep, he also struggles to stay asleep because his body tends to be on ‘high alert’ during the night time –– as this is when a lot of his trauma occurred. If Todd was getting routine, restful sleeps, more than likely he would experience nightmares. However, because his body does not enter REM often or for long enough, his ability to dream is actually very poor all around.

9. what coping methods  ( healthy or unhealthy )  did your muse learn during their childhood?

ooc. oh sweet jesus brace yo’selves. 

HEALTHY:

• emotional support animal companions ( zipp!!! ) • skateboarding • free-running • body modifications • working out • hyper-sexuality/promiscuity ( I wasn’t sure if this was healthy or not, but I think Todd uses it both in healthy and unhealthy ways )

UNHEALTHY:

• lying • theft • s*lf-harm through risk taking ( more on this here ) • s*icide attempts • poor sleep cycle • violence / anger towards others • smoking ( quit at age 18 ) • self-isolation / avoidance ( running away a LOT ) • hyper vigilance • testing/manipulating others

@thclcstgirl​ // that's rough, bud. –– specified in IMs for Todd.

[hidiingplace]

“i woke up too early today so i’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.” for scarlet & todd xo

“Just gimme a whistle if ya need any back up.” Todd says, lounging on his back along the balcony’s railing. One foot is planted on the railing, the other is draped over the side, dangling towards the busy Paris street below . His foot kicks back and forth in rhythm, his hands are interlocked behind his head as he grins up into the clouds over head.

“I feel like I could rip somebody’s head off today an’ not give a flying fuck.”  Todd’s head rolls to the side, meeting Scarlet’s eyes. He’s got a semblance of a smile, his eyes tired and his grin lacking. But he tries. 

@wildwcmen // some memes.

[hidiingplace]

what qualities do they admire in other people? - also Todd(:

TODD. the ability to question the status quo. Todd finds people who follow the flow and expectations of society very boring and mundane. He admires people who reject expectation, conformity, as well as have the ability to think for themselves. Don’t be mistake though, Todd by no means support idiots who believe in conspiracy theories or question things like science. He’s talking specifically about societal standards, politicians, institutions, and other things. 

He also values people who are emotionally driven rather than logically driven. He values that kind of heated passion in friends, family, partners, and others as a whole. He sees logical driven people as people who ignore their heart in favour for remaining poised and proper. He cannot see the value in not allowing yourself have an outlet for your emotions, even if you only ever let out the negative ones. 

He admires strength, but strength in the underdog and not the overt strength. For example, he values the unassuming showing their power and strength. He finds no value in the strength that is projected on others by the ‘big guns’ –– institutions and individuals alike. However, if you’re small, unassuming, undervalued, underestimated, and you display strength of ANY KIND, his admiration for you will increase exponentially. 

these are things Todd values about himself as well. So very naturally these are things he admires in others as well.

@therefxreweare // muse things.

[hidiingplace]

🎵 + todd & daisy

1) a song that makes me think of them. 2) a song i think would play in the background of a love scene. 3) a song that would make my muse think of yours. 4) a song i think would play during an action sequence. 5) a song our muses would dance to.

@goldshadows // mini playlists.

[hidiingplace]

how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma? ( for todd )

ooc. tragically, Todd is still a little in denial about having childhood trauma. he knows that what he saw and experienced was really fucked up, and a lot of what he experienced is stuff he cannot bring himself to repeat –– ever –– because he really saw the worst of people and humanity daily.

but that being said, Todd considers himself one of the lucky ones. This, coupled with the lack of education on the many things he does that are trauma responses, means that most of the time he doesn’t consider himself traumatized. 

He does experience moments of clarity where he realizes that what he’s doing is caused by trauma and that what he’s been through is traumatizing –– but there is a disconnect from his ability to admit he has childhood trauma. It’s almost as if him admitting it out-loud, rather than just to himself, will somehow make the trauma worse.

@dethqveen // that's rough, bud.