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lord knows i've tried to find a way to run away OC RP blog. Under construction

[mydearporcelain]

“You were about to eat– you aren’t very smart, are you? You could contract dysentery, or something possibly worse when you eat food like that. Someone like you, stuck on the streets, can’t risk that because you will end up dying without proper care.” 

She grabs his hand, and marches him down the street. “Come here, I want to show you a place. It’s a deli that has nice food nearby, and it’s very cheap compared to the others in town. Then, when you get money on other days, you will know where to buy something decent since you need every dime you can get.”

[askastraypuppy]

“Dysentery?  How the fuck am I gonna catch dysentery from a little harmless dumpster food?  This ain’t the fucking Oregon Trail, you know.  I told you, I’m not stupid, I know what is and ain’t safe to eat.  And if I fuck up and get sick and die, so what?  Shit happens.”

Despite all his grouchiness, he’s still keeping up with her.  “I’m all for cheap food, don’t get me wrong, but I think you overestimate how much money I get."

[askastraypuppy]

Do you ever cough so hard you almost puke

[mydearporcelain]

“There’s a food pantry around the corner. That’s what you do; go there, eat food that won’t kill you. Don’t get an attitude with me when I’m offering to feed you— another thing you can do instead. It’s not that hard.” No time for his antics. She digs in her purse for her wallet.

[askastraypuppy]

He groans, but he’s trying to get food money out of her, so he tries to can the snark a little.  At least until he gets the money, anyway.  “I won’t eat anything that’ll kill me, y’know.  I’m desperate, not stupid.”

[ssssscarecrow]

“Der Großmann.” It’s like a click into place, and it spills from their mouth naturally as he finishes. “Slenderman. The Tall One, the Master, the Operator.” Things fall into place. Did Xand ever know about this before? Is it just whatever ability they have? They don’t even know. It just is, and now they know a little more. They smile at him thoughtfully.

“Thank you, you’re helping a lot. I mean— this is a start. To help me patch up the mess.”  

[askastraypuppy]

“Wait--you already know about him?  Shit, you coulda saved me some talking if you just piped up!

“Yeah, though, that’s the guy.  If you’re planning on taking him down, then good fucking luck.  You’re gonna need it, and I’m sure as shit not helping you work against my boss.”  He stops at the door to a rather run-down building.  “This is my stop.  Beat it,” he orders, not waiting for a response as he heads in.

[mydearporcelain]

“I don’t know. Enough to buy something. Enough to not eat that. I don’t know why you would risk that; it could get you sick.”

[askastraypuppy]

“It’s either risk getting sick or don’t eat.  What am I supposed to fucking do?  Just give me some money for some real-ish food if you’re that concerned so I can get an actual meal and you can stop being freaked out.”

[ssssscarecrow]

"Tulpa? It’s a fucking tulpa? Tulpa don’t do this."

"Tulpa survive on making things believe in it, but they don’t get that— strong. Is it a tulpa? I mean— if you know what that is? Because that’s wild."

They kick a rock on the floor. Does it have enough people thinking about it that it’s— God, this is like Eldritch levels of power though. Can something become Eldritch if people believe in it enough?  

[askastraypuppy]

“I don’t fuckin’ know if it’s a Tulpa or not, but that’s a theory that gets thrown around a lot.  I’m still talking, though, let me finish before you start spitballing, would ya?”

“So anyway, people start getting really into this thing and all of the sudden, people start remembering shit.  Like, ‘hey this is a lot like this fairy tale from Germany in the fuckin’ 1400s or whatever’ or ‘hey there are ancient drawings that look a lot like this shit’ or ‘hey my friend was telling me about something that sounds a lot like that and now he’s dead’ and shit like that.  But see, here’s the fucked up thing: nobody can agree on whether that stuff was around before that thread or if it was just - you know what retcon means, right?  Of course you fucking do, you’ve been babbling about TV shit since you got here.  So there’s all this historical shit maybe being retconned in maybe being there forever to begin with, and you’ve got people getting killed horribly or stalked forever or enslaved or just straight up driven nuts or whatever combination of that shit, and basically it’s all fucked up to the high heavens.  Obviously, there’s a lot more details, but that’s the basics of the whole thing.  Now buy me a fuckin’ bottle of water if you have questions because I’m not used to talking this much.”

[mydearporcelain]

"Just please don’t eat it. I’m a doctor. Also, that’s disgusting. I’ll give you a few dollars to buy a new one." Just please don’t eat it.

[askastraypuppy]

“...how many dollars?”

[angelicbreadroll]

R u a top or a bottom according to ur sign

Aries: top af

Taurus: emotional bottom 

Gemini: probs says they’re a top but is a hella bottom

cancer: loud whorey bottom

Leo: mean top

Virgo: kinky versatile

Libra: slutty top

Scorpio: HELLA TOP. CAN NOT BE FUCKED. UNFUCKABLE.

Sagittarius: sensitive top

capricorn: messy top

Aquarius: kinky/dominant top that likes to spank ppl

Pisces: bottom that likes to be dominated

[ssssscarecrow]

"I mean, people are affected from it simply through you, but the source of — this — it’s getting to other people too? Do you know how long? This is — this is important, I really need to know. Anything about it, please. If there are more people affected just as badly as what you’re dealing with…”

He doesn’t even get a snappy or witty or any kind of response to the rest of that little spiel. Xand is too focused on this tidbit.

"I mean, I don’t know how long this place will last with that kind of abuse. I can’t afford to waste any time, or the damage will be permanent."

[askastraypuppy]

"That's the million dollar question, ainit?"

"See, I know a lot more than most other people about it, and I couldn't even give you a straight answer if I wanted to.  There isn't a fucking answer.  I can tell you what I know, though.  Buckle up, kid, it's a long fucking story.

"So back in...I wanna say about '09?  Somewhere around there, somebody makes a thread on SomethingAwful.  Yeah, off to a good fucking start, I know, but bear with me.  Thread itself was innocent enough - the point was to photoshop ghost pictures and other paranormal shit, and that's how it started.  But after a few pages, somebody posted a couple of pictures of something new and weird and vague and generally creepy as fuck.  Shit that wouldn't really seem notable, but there was just something about it that caught everyone's attention.  Shit blew up fucking instantly, and a bunch of people started making their own photoshops of the same thing, writing stories, shit like that.  Even in those first couple days, people were fucking terrified of this thing that they had watched get made.  There were a bunch of people talking about having trouble sleeping and stuff.  It started spreading onto other sites soon enough and kinda became one of those cult things - not like a literal cult, but like Evil Dead or Rocky Horror, you know?  Anyway, it started getting to more and more people and soon enough people weren't just fucking terrified anymore, they were seeing it.  In real life.  And that's about when shit started hitting the fan..."

He has to stop and cough again.  He's not used to talking this much.

[ssssscarecrow]

"Hey, hey. I ramble a lot. No need to be rude. Try not getting chatty after a century or two or three or whatever of traveling alone, talking to yourself because you don’t have anyone else to talk to. Just — change topic if I’m going on and on. Not that hard.” They sigh heavily. “And sue me for not knowing how to issue a means of trust on command. I don’t know, do you know a way for me to prove I’m not bad? You know yourself better than I… — wait… So it’s not just you, you’re saying?”

That’s new. Other people are effected by this?

[askastraypuppy]

Saxon snorts.  "Yeah, that's what I said.  Took you long enough to get there."

"If you're really that fucking annoyed by the fact that I won't trust you, again, I'll gladly take you to someone else and get you out of my goddamn hair.  Otherwise, you're gonna have to keep trying to earn my trust, and I don't exactly trust people easy."

He'd really just rather shove this fucker off onto someone else and be done with it, but he can't help but be a little interested in what the weirdo can do.  They'll probably just get themselves killed horribly, but hey, it might be in a new and interesting way, at least.

[ssssscarecrow]

Xand just watches him for the time he is coughing. It’s… Interesting, to say the least. With every cough is like a spike in that STATIC surrounding him, and it kind of hurts to be around.

"You — you got a little somethin’… On your… Y’know, nevermind."

At least he isn’t playing stupid anymore. That happens far too often, and it’s hard getting people to talk sometimes. Sometimes you could shove a corruption in someone’s face, but they would continue to actively deny it. The human condition astounds Xand all the time, like the ability of a teenage girl to refuse the existence of an amalgamation of eyes floating in the corner of her room. “Yeah, yeah — I get you. I guess that’s understandable. Just kind of used to people being like. Much more open to me swooping in and taking their problems away from them. Which is more or less what I do? I mean, I’m here to fix whatever that is all up in your business, if that helps you get it any. I don’t really know what I’m going to be doing yet, in your case, ‘cause… Every case is different. But it’s been a while since I’ve seen something so messed up like whatever you got going on.”

Their hands fidget, trying to come up with the words, and they idly twist the ring around their finger. “Last thing I saw that was even comparable was two angels dicking around, and they really don’t like listening to someone like me coming in like their grandpa all wagging my finger like you kids these days messing up all of time and space, stop acting like such hooligans. No, you do that, and they send you to purgatory like it’s fucking hilarious. It’s — it’s not. If you were unaware.”

[askastraypuppy]

"So do you solve all these problems by talking about bullshit that makes no sense until people drop dead from boredom or what?  'Cause that's all you seem to be doing so far," he grumbles.  "You keep saying I should trust you or whatever, but you haven't given me a fucking reason to yet.  There are a lot of people who want me dead or worse, so if I believed everyone who came up to me saying they were trying to help, I wouldn't be talking to you right now."

He wipes the blood off of his mouth.  "I could always just point you to someone with the same problem who might actually be willing to talk, if you want.  I'm sure as shit not the only one."

[ssssscarecrow]

"Oh, whatever, kid. I mean like — do you see things that shouldn’t be there? I dun’no, it could be anything. Literally anything. See some flying fish? Black, ethereal beings from the void? Or maybe something a little less Twilight Zone like, uhh, people going missing. Or forgetting things." They know he forgets things. They don’t know details, but it’s important, and that’s somewhere to start. “Because there are some glitches here. And I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

"Especially when it’s strong, like whatever’s around you."

[askastraypuppy]

"Of course I've fuckin' noticed.  I've gotta be more glitch than person anymore, you don't just not notice that shit."

He turns his head away to cough into his elbow for a good minute or so, but doesn't miss a beat walking.  He doesn't bother to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth when he finishes.

"That doesn't mean I'm just gonna spill my guts to you, though.  Nothing about some random stranger who knows way too much about me exactly screams 'trustworthy,' y'know.  Give me a reason to talk, and maybe i'll talk."

[askastraypuppy]

myastrologyblog:

You know that cliche romantic story that says ”A boy gives a girl 12 roses. 11 real, 1 fake and he says to her ‘I will stop loving you when all the roses die.’” Well the signs decided to put their own twist on it….

Aries: *gives you 11 real and 1 fake rose* says speech. realises they want to break up with you. burns the fake rose. Taurus: *gives you 12 fake roses* what’s the point in wasting money on temporary things?? now you can use it for decoration Gemini: *gives 12 real roses.* says speech. breaks up with you after last rose dies

Cancer: *gives 1 fake rose* my love for you is like this rose. Wait where are you going? That’s not what I meant!!! shit… Leo: *plants a rose bush* what? better go all out Virgo: *gives you 0 roses and a note that says* (this is a real comment on a thread about this story. it had -8 negs) “I think the concept is nice, but theoretically this is flawed. For one, since the 12th rose is fake it never really lived to begin with. Since it didn’t live, it is not technically the last rose, but a plastic depiction of a rose, which is really more like stating the following: I love you as long as the longest lived rose in 11 roses. If you give her 12 roses, there is at least some probability that one of the roses is more genetically robust and, therefore, will last longer, though this is not guaranteed. I guess it’s the thought that counts.” Libra: *gives you 11 roses and 1 fake one* I’ll start loving you when all the roses die.

Scorpio: *gives 12 dead roses* I love you ‘till one of them is brought back to life. Sagittarius: forgets to include a fake rose and says the speech. their partner forever thinks they no longer love them after the last rose dies.

Capricorn: *gives 11 real and 1 fake rose* says speech, when their partner sees that one rose isn’t dying they look at it closer, see a little note in it, it is emma roberts saying ‘surprise bitch’

Aquarius: *gives you 11 roses and a fake one* Can i have them back after they’ve wilted though? Need to use them for an art project aha… Pisces: gives 11 real roses and says ‘u are my last rose’

[ssssscarecrow]

"You are the center of a problem. Most Protagonists are." Xand isn’t looking at him anymore, now rubbing their hands together. Think, think, think.

Thought. “If you want me out of your hair, you’ll have to help me get out of it sooner than later. Tell me more about yourself. What’s some strange things that have happened to you lately? Anything super crazy going on? I need to know the origin of whatever’s mucking you up, son.”

[askastraypuppy]

"Wanna know some weird shit that's happened to me lately?" he asks.  "Well, for starters, some weird motherfucker started following me around through the alleys even after I threatened to fucking murder them and keeps talking about protagonists and universes and whatever other weird bullshit."

He makes an effort to keep his knife in their line of sight, passively threatening them.

[ssssscarecrow]

"Hey, no, I’m sticking with you until you talk a bit. And then some," they shoot back, jogging after him to catch up. They aren’t so worried about how sketchy he is. Yeah, getting knifed sucks, but at least they’re on the right track. "Also, it’s like my sacred duty or something to fix… This. Uhh — corruptions in the universe. Not to mention, I know you get what I’m saying. I can see it. You look all spooked, kid.” Xand sucks their teeth, eyes narrowing at him. He’s all kindsa confusing to look at. Negative emotions everywhere. It warns to tread lightly. 

"My name’s Xand. Here to help you, and it’d be great if it wasn’t against your will and all. It’s kind of — fate of the world type junk. I’m kind of like the universe’s audit agency; I have to check everything, and when it’s out of line, I have to fix it." Their hands are flying about; they really talk with them. "I mean, otherwise everything gets all wonky, and that glitching out thing happening to you spreads like a virus. And then the world’s infected, and it’s a big whole bad thing. Trust me, you don’t want to see that happen. People get really weird when that happens.”

[askastraypuppy]

He sighs, really not wanting to deal with this.  "Last guy I saw who was talking about being fated to fix the world ended up killing his wife and kid with a baseball bat and then erasing the whole world," he deadpans.  "And that was in a surrealist video game that still makes more fucking sense than you do."

"Listen.  I don't know what the fuck it is you're trying to do, but I don't want any part of it.  I'm sure you can find someone else to bug about it.  Just leave me alone."

[ssssscarecrow]

"Well, okay. I mean, you wouldn’t happen to be like — I don’t know — … God, I don’t even know what to call it. It’s not divine, it’s not even demonic, but something’s possessing you. And it’s- it’s like scratching nails on a chalkboard." Might as well be open about it at this point. Being around him was overwhelming, suffocating, like there was smoke and dark and light all at once, but it was black and heavy. It was like a window into something else. It was not supposed to be here.

They took a deep breath. They felt the pressure of whatever was around, and it affected them quite a bit. “You’re missing pieces. You don’t remember things. Whatever’s around you causes it. And it’s out of bounds, it’s not allowed here. This isn’t its domain, and you aren’t supposed to feel that way. Don’t you know that?”

[askastraypuppy]

"I-I'm..."

He hesitates.  That was way too close to home for him.  That's shit...that's shit you can't know unless you've had that thing in your head, it's too spot-on.  But...they weren't a proxy or anything, he would know.  This was way beyond someone just messing with him, and he was fucking rattled.

"Listen, I...I don't have time to listen to you fucking ramble about shit that doesn't make any sense, okay?  I've got shit to do," he stammers before turning around and walking away more than a little too quickly.

[ssssscarecrow]

Well, now they felt obligated to explain, but the only problem here was — well, they couldn’t really explain. It’s instinctual, a feeling of wrong, and they follow it like a hound sniffing out foxes. So what could be said?

"You just seem kind of wrong."

Smooth. ” — I mean that in a less literal sense though. Is there something wrong in your life right now? There’s — something’s corrupting you, and it’s not exactly good for you or anyone or anything around you. In fact, it’s kind of damaging everything, I think. Whatever’s around you. Do you… Do you know what that means?” They tilt their head, unsure of what to expect from him. He seemed to know something, somethings, and maybe they could tell him more while actually being understood for once. “It’s important.”

[askastraypuppy]

The blood drained from his face as they talked.  As if knowing his name wasn't enough...

"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," he replied.

He knew exactly what they were referring to, despite the less than clear wording.  It just wasn't exactly a subject he was going to get into with some random-ass weirdo in public.