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@askprofessorchaos

...what do you want..? Why are you trying to help me..? I don't need help... ((Professor Chaos Ask/RP blog. I do respond in voice, just put (voice) in the ask at the beginning or end and I'll record the response in Chaos' voice.)) ((Creator of the Chain Post Defense Squad.)) ((NOT OC friendly. Sorry. (Unless you're a Douchebag RP blog -looks at Dovah-)))

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"Hello South Park... did you miss me?~" ((That's right, hiatus is over! The Chaos is back in town!))

#ooc

((Alright, some of you guys are probably like "Yo Chaos, where have you been?")) ((Well at the moment I haven't really been in much of a South Park mood, and am unlikely to be for a little while. So I'm going ahead and officially putting this blog on hiatus until I get back into South Park, which could be anywhere from a few weeks to a month or so. So yeah. I WILL reply to all threads when I return, but as of right now Chaos is on hiatus.)) ((If you want to keep in contact, my skype is Shadowthian. I won't do calls, but if you want to pop me little messages asking me how I'm doing that's fine. If you send a contact request, please put your url in the message.))

#ooc #((Sorry...))

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers

For some reason my muses just don’t want to work with me so I just sit staring at my dash reblogging things and I always think that people think I’m ignoring them, but I don’t do it on purpose. I just don’t know what to say or how to reply to anyone or anything. It’s frustrating and I get worked up over it, which makes replies even less likely. It’s a horrible Catch-22 of frustration and anxieties that I wish I could overcome, but I just can’t. I constantly feel like such a horrible RP partner.

#((sometimes Chaos would like to do somethinv with your muse other than the current rp))#((hence me starting multiple threads with you))#((keeps us both busy))

glebpy

i’ve got so many requests for bunny and this is what im doing instead amazing

#me #kenny

muffledmccormick

"There's not even a hospital nearby, just let me die." ((STARTER GO))

Kenny huffed scooping the other gently into his arms trying not to hurt him “Why the hell would I do that?!” He snapped holding the other close walking as fast as he could. The dirty blonde grimaced as he could feel warm fluid soak into his parka “You can’t die, Chaos, Okay?!” He said rather pathetically.

askprofessorchaos

Chaos shook his head as he felt himself being lifted into Kenny’s arms, shaking uncontrollably. “Ken p-please, just l-leave me here…” Fear of what would happen to him after he was helped was overwriting his desire to live. “Please-“

muffledmccormick

Kenny groaned looking down at Chaos “Quiet” he commanded as he stopped at a street corner, several cars past but not one slowed down to help. The dirty blonde cursed crossing the street looking for the building he knew so well that was where Chaos had been living. After a few seconds he spotted it and made his way to the entrance as quickly as he could. He tried to open the door but, it had luckily been locked. “Where’s the key, Chaos?”

askprofessorchaos

Chaos calmed down a bit when he spotted his base, quickly grabbing the key out of his pocket and moving to unlock the door.

muffledmccormick

"There's not even a hospital nearby, just let me die." ((STARTER GO))

Kenny huffed scooping the other gently into his arms trying not to hurt him “Why the hell would I do that?!” He snapped holding the other close walking as fast as he could. The dirty blonde grimaced as he could feel warm fluid soak into his parka “You can’t die, Chaos, Okay?!” He said rather pathetically.

askprofessorchaos

Chaos shook his head as he felt himself being lifted into Kenny's arms, shaking uncontrollably. "Ken p-please, just l-leave me here..." Fear of what would happen to him after he was helped was overwriting his desire to live. "Please-"

poor-kid-mccormick

Kenny scouldn’t help but smile at the stutter in the boy’s voice. He had to remind himself that the boy would likely be out again the next night, causing trouble. He looked over at the boy and stretched his shoulder. “I’m fine,” He grumbled. He scooted closer to the boy resisting the urge to lay across the couch.

askprofessorchaos

Chaos’ lips quirked down in a small frown that clearly said that he didn’t believe Kenny, but he decided to not press the issie and instead look down at the bandages on his arm, sighing quietly. “I’m definitely st-staying low for a while…” he mumbled, hoping Kenny didn’t hear that.

poor-kid-mccormick

Kenny heard the boy’s mutters and felt a stab of conflict within. Maybe he could trust him a bit… Maybe he had been scared out of his evil ways. He wiggled in his seat for a minute before looking to Chaos. “W-would you mind if I laid across the couch um across you?” He asked nervously cradling his injured shoulder with his hand.

askprofessorchaos

Chaos looked over at Kenny, blinking before blushing as he processed what Kenny had said. "U-um... n-no, go ahead..." he replied, biting his lip and looking faintly annoyed with himself for the stuttering.

poor-kid-mccormick

"I can't sleep."

Kenny smiled at the boy. “Me neither,” He said. He sighed and sat up trying to relax. He grabbed his cigarettes and lit one. “What can I do to help?” He asked laying out his alcohol and weed.

poor-kid-mccormick

Kenny couldn’t stop giggled and he leaned against the boy with an embarrassing snort. “Mmmm, well, I am too,” He admitted. Still, he took another swig.

askprofessorchaos

Chaos relaxed, grinning stupidly as he buried his face in Kenny’s chest. “We’re b-both fuckin’ drunk…” he giggled, yawning a bit.

poor-kid-mccormick

Kenny petted Chaos’ hair and stared into his eyes. “You need to learn to hold your liquor!” He teased. He was surprised the whiskey had gone to his head so fast… or maybe it was something else. Kenny blushed.

askprofessorchaos

"Can't help it that I-I'm a lightweight..." Chaos kept giggling, hugging Kenny more tightly.

Hit On My Muse! [May Be NSFW]

"Would you sleep with a stranger?"

"You're a god/goddess..."

"I'm not wearing any underwear..."

"I'm completely naked under all these clothes."

"You're my fetish."

"Can I feel between those thighs of yours?"

"I wouldn't tell you to stop."

"You're so cute when you're flustered."

"I know you like me, don't deny it."

"You want it, don't you?"

"You've a beautiful name, wanna hear me moan it?"

"Nice ass..."

"God, you're just perfect."

chaosanddestruction

I’m pretty sure that was another Professor Chaos asking about Dougie because I honestly think we were the only ones who really needed him around.

It’s my fault he’s gone, really. I didn’t…

chaosanddestruction

Why, though? Why would he do that?

…. Who the hell is Myst.

askprofessorchaos

...I still have no idea. Sick of hanging out with an insane person, I guess.

Mysterion. That's how bad it was.

chaosanddestruction

I’m pretty sure that was another Professor Chaos asking about Dougie because I honestly think we were the only ones who really needed him around.

It’s my fault he’s gone, really. I didn’t treat him all too well.

askprofessorchaos

What...

chaosanddestruction

Oh, dear. He should have been more upfront.

I got shot by mine once in broad daylight. But that's a long story in itself.... And it was more to save me than anything else.

askprofessorchaos

More upfront?

Damn. I wasn't about to sit there while he had a magnum, I panicked after the first shot and attafked him before getting out of there. I didn't go back to the base for a week after that until Myst finally managed to convince me it was fine.

chaosanddestruction

I’m pretty sure that was another Professor Chaos asking about Dougie because I honestly think we were the only ones who really needed him around.

It’s my fault he’s gone, really. I didn’t treat him all too well.

askprofessorchaos

What happened to yours?

chaosanddestruction

Well.

He may or may not have committed suicide…

askprofessorchaos

Mine tried to shoot me while my guard was down. I just ran and haven't seen much of him since, heard a lot though.

Guess that's why I have trust issues.

chaosanddestruction

I’m pretty sure that was another Professor Chaos asking about Dougie because I honestly think we were the only ones who really needed him around.

It’s my fault he’s gone, really. I didn’t treat him all too well.

askprofessorchaos

What happened to yours?

screenshotsofdespair

#ic

reddingtton-blog

i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability. think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.