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Slenderman RP account

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Pri's Back and ready to roll!

I've been missing the open nature of Tumblr RP, so I'm coming back! The blog's still under construction, but the muses listed I'm ready to write, with a fresh start. If you knew me before and there's bonds you want to keep, DM me about it, we'll see where i am. I'll admit my grasp on some of these characters has changed, so not all relations would be the same.

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[pri-rp]

Time to bite the bullet

I started making a multimuse for all my muses and such but I think the formula of Tumblr RP just doesn’t suit me anymore

I’ve had lots of fun recently in a couple of discord rp servers where all character info and such isn’t already laid out and organized you just have idea and drop it in for the most part

this extra fluidity has made it a much more entertaining process and as such i thing i have to admit that i am done with Tumblr RP.

If we don’t already have eachothers discords, feel free to PM me about it!

[tallandfacelessman]

Visiting

[tallandfacelessman]

    That sure was a lot more poetic than they personally would have put it. Kinda nice in a way,but also painful to sit through. Not like they had anything better to do, though. He was right. Frisk had gotten so weird with time. It felt like an eternity in here, but that eternity had passed by so quickly all the same. So long ago was their happy ending, yet they remembered every second clear as yesterday.

    It wasn’t Frisk’s fault they were trapped here. And they could reset if they wanted to. But there wasn’t any point anymore.

    The child gave a noncommittal shrug as their response to all that. They didn’t really care why he was here or what he thought of their situation. This was just their life now, what did it matter.But they hadn’t conversed with another in so long– Hadn’t spent time with someone other than themselves and their own demons, that the thought of humouring his request made them consider it for a moment. After all, if he wanted to hurt them, he could have done it by now…

    So after giving it some thought, Frisk nodded.  “ Mmkay. ” They said. They could probably show him one of the few spots down here that didn’t make them hurt all over every time they set foot there. Mostly because it didn’t trigger any unreachable happy memories from old resets.  “It’s this way. ” They began to head towards the apartment complex over in New Home, where they’d set up sort a target practice range for their knife throwing.

there was no issue with keeping up. long legs meant walking was simple if anything he seemed to be taking care to stay beside them. not in front, and definitely not the threatening position of behind.

Were Slenderman to dig into the reasoning behind his request, he’d find more than simple curiosity and curtesy- he’d find his soft spot showing. he always stretched the rules for children, always found an extra minute of time, always found himself humoring them.

Frisk was no different. if anything, the circumstance only exasperated these qualities, tugged at what was left of his emotional vulnerability. “if I ever ask something you don’t wish to answer, feel no pressure to respond, and while there are things I cannot share, you may ask your own questions if you have any.” one thing was certain- Frisk had no one to talk to for a while now. 

[tallandfacelessman]

    Silence was always something Theodore found unnerving. When his parents were dead silent, it usually led up to bad things later on. And he never liked silence in general, always wanting to fill in the quiet like the chatterbox he was,at heart. But maybe something about this was peaceful after everything he’d been through. A moment to just breathe.

    Of course, the quiet made every other sound so relatively loud in comparison. His hearing was fixed on those various creaks, the faucet, the everything else going on. It was nice to just focus more on that instead of those other thoughts he had to deal with earlier. A distraction. This was better than thinking about how Felix was gone anyway. Better to be here, than back with his parents, who were just more people who didn’t love him.

    Theodore had been fidgeting with his hands again, an idle habit, until he watched Slenderman come back with that tray. There was something in his tired,tired eyes that lit up just the slightest when he saw the things on the tray. Those looked good.

    He looked up when he was spoken to.  “ …Yeah. I guess I have. ” Theodore gave a little shrug,  “ I don’t know. I still feel weird. About everything. I guess the sting of it is wearing off or something… ”

"you're processing, and it's likely the mind is protecting itself by pushing aside emotions. be prepared for them to rush you when your brain decides it's safe to feel. until then, it may become a numb thought." he spoke so practically, speaking of the science for the reaction, less than the heart of feeling. It was a somewhat cold response, a calculated distance.

at least, that’s one outcome. it seemed unlikely for the ancient figure that Theodore would go through with another reaction he has seen many times. No, this child wasn’t adapting as those he typically attracted to himself did.

Thankfully.

However, staying Numb was dangerous.  after a pause, Slenderman decided to add a small word of caution. "be careful, when letting your thoughts go numb. it's a comfortable sensation, but it's an easy fog to get lost in."

[lastfallen]

♡ @tallandfacelessman​ liked for a starter ♡ ————————————————————

“Hmmm…”

A focused hum comes from Holly as they stare intently at their knitting work. Their grandmother had made this look so easy on countless occasions, but the little human was already having trouble making a simple scarf without the yarn ending all tied up in a knot! Sighing after a moment they put down the knitting needles they’d found and glance over towards their tall friend’s project with a slight pout.

“I’m s-starting to think I should’ve stuck to sewing…” They said with a light grumble, “I c-can’t remember how to knit stuff. Are you having any l-luck?”

There were many sweaters Holly had hand sewn in the past, or just decorated with heart patches for fun, the sweater that was hidden under their poncho being the best example. Seems trying to learn how to knit from just watching someone else hadn’t worked out as well though, leaving Holly feeling mildly frustrated. But perhaps Slender was having an easier time getting the hang of the knitting craft!

[tallandfacelessman]

"Ah, I don't believe luck is the term... but if you like i could assist you a bit." he says that, the sleeve he was halfway done knitting set carefully aside. "You're used to sewing, some the muscle memory snd habits from that are likely making the differing methods for knitting seem more complex than they really are. i'm sure once you get past that mental block, knitting will make more sense."

sometimes it's as if he could project the expression he wanted to give, despite having no face to give it with. a gentle patient smile could be felt, but never seen. then again, it could simply be imagination or an anomalous effect of the faceless humanoid...

“where do you think you’re struggling the most?”

[tallandfacelessman]

Theodore watched as the stranger rose up to his full height, and considering everything so far, the child found he wasn’t really scared of this guy anymore. He’d shown him so much kindness in such a short time. More than anything he ever had from his family. He even took the time to listen, and there was that offer for a place to stay a bit with hot chocolate…

He would have gladly taken his hand, daring to reach out until he pulled back. And Theodore was a little confused but nodded anyway. “Okay. I will.” He mumbled. He followed, walking close by. As he walked, Theodore looked around, a little curious about that comment about the woods changing. He took notice of the cabin ahead of them, but after all this he figured the weirdness of it was kind of fitting today.

The boy walked inside, muttering another thanks as the door was held open for him. He looked around. The simplicity was nice, even if it was kind of small here. Other than the ceiling, but that wasn’t all that strange to him when he lived in a mansion and the stranger was so tall anyway.

He gave a bit of a smile as he looked up and nodded, “Alright. Thanks again.” And he took a seat, letting out a bit of a sigh as he did.

it was achingly silent, for a moment. aside from perhaps one or two creaky floorboards, the cabin had no white noise, there was no wind to stir anything outside, and there weren’t even birds chirping. then the faucet ran for a bit, presumably filling the kettle, and the kettle was placed on the stove... and back to silence. it would take a while for the water to boil, after all. there was no need to wait for the whistle before returning... 

that sounded like a couple of cupboards opening and closing, and a plate or tray being set on a counter. in the silence, it was easy to hear any object that was placed on this, but the sounds were nondescript to telling what they were...

until he came out, tray in a single hand, like a waiter. it was set on the small coffee table- a few cracker varieties, and a couple of types of chips. there was also a pack of marshmallows and a thing of cinnamon- was that a small bowl of creamer packets? likely for sprucing up the hot chocolate when it came.  Slenderman let Theodore have his space though, sitting in a recliner, rather than joining him on the couch. 

“You seemed to have calmed down considerably.”

[tallandfacelessman]

Tied by similar Natures

@dxr-grossman

if it had visible eyes, they would’ve narrowed slightly at the others words. as much as it didn’t want to say it, he has a point, and thee idea of a compromise is…appealing.

it doesn’t say anything, but its gaze seems to become..less harsh. and the buzzing that was in the background seemed to get less intense. that was good.

you have its attention. it’s willing to listen to what you have in mind.

“those who i welcomed to my woods know better than to mess with anything. including the few humans allowed. so if someone messes with the forest in any means beyond walking through, you’ll know them to not be welcomed in any manner. they’re all yours. that’s honestly the only thing i ask is you observe and see if they respect the forest or not before acting against those who enter. is there anything specific you’d request of me?” that wasn’t an unreasonable request, was it? 

“we can even avoid each other more or less if that is preferred. we may know where the other is, but that doesn’t mean we have to face each other directly.”

[tallandfacelessman]

man, it didn't know /why/ it still had to share its territory with this....other version of itself, but it sure as hell wasn't happy with it, if the fact that it had been staring daggers at the other every time they came within his line of vision said anything. and, coincidentally, that's what it was doing right now. it didn't care if it was seen or not. it just wanted this...'intruder' to leave.

“Look, this isn’t ideal for me either, but as long as it lasts, we may as well get along, yes? i let more people into my forest than you do, so the fact this circumstance keeps... shifting ours into one has me on as much edge as it has you, i’m sure. i understand you are not the talkative type, but if we can get a semblance of a compromise between us until we can prevent this, i believe both our lives will be easier.”

[tallandfacelessman]

Theodore really hadn’t been expecting anything from the tall stranger after he’d said all that. Except maybe that silence, yes. He didn’t expect much help, because how on earth could anyone help that sort of mess, strange inhuman being or not? He didn’t expect kind words or anything, because what could even be said? It was cathartic enough just to get it off of his chest. Just to get out all his upset feelings, the guilt, frustration, sadness, anger, longing. He needed a moment to breathe after all that.

Then the offer of him inviting Theodore to some sort of cabin piqued his interest. Theodore actually wanted to consider it. Perhaps he wanted to go. It wasn’t like he could go home anyway. It wasn’t like he would want to go home in the first place. Murdered brother or not, the idea of going home every day after school had always been unpleasant regardless. Theodore couldn’t imagine how much more yelling he’d have to endure now that Felix, their most precious, favourite son was dead. And it was his fault.

And maybe he needed the time to think about it all. As much as he didn’t want to. He had to think and breathe. Hot chocolate sounded nice too. If anything, it sounded like paradise compared to the nightmare that was the rest of the Huxley family. What’s the worst that could happen after the day he’d had so far?

“…Yeah, okay.” Theodore looked up with a tired smile. Smiling with barely any light behind his eyes anymore, but he was still happy to accept the stranger’s offer. Maybe anything was better than going back at this point. “I can go. That would be nice, if you could take me there. Thank you. Ummm… Lead the way?”

He stood up to his full height at that, brushing off his pants just a bit. at first, he offered a hand to be held, before seeming to think better of it and bringing his hand to rest at his side. “Of course. stick close, these woods tend to change.” it was a word of caution, though he wouldn’t let the forest ensnare his small companion.

No, young Theodore was not a player in that twisted game. ashe walked, not ever physically looking back, one may notice his gate seemed odd as if he were taking half steps. with such long legs, however, it made sense/ He’d have a hard to keep with long stride if he took full steps.

speaking of the forest shifting... it seemed almost as whiel they walked, the cabin ahad approached them, versus the other way around. he held the door open for Theodore- inside was very simple decor, basic seating, a small kitchen, a hall leading to two bedrooms and a single bathroom... the only oddity was the height of the building. btu in perspective of the owner... the high reaching ceiling simply made sense. “Make yourself comfortable, I shall start the kettle.”

[tallandfacelessman]

“I… I d–” Theodore was having trouble forming his words. He just didn’t know how to answer that. He didn’t know how to answer any of those questions. It was too hard. Too difficult. He could barely conjure enough coherent thoughts to come up with what he was actually aiming for. Why was he running? “I don’t know…” The child mumbled, lost expression on his face.

It was something more of instinct. Something tugged at his heart and told him he couldn’t go home. Not after what happened today. Not after he left his brother to die in a hole that was meant for Theodore himself. Did he care about the consequences? Did he want an escape? Or any other reason? He just didn’t know. Maybe it was a combination of everything at once. “I g-guess I… felt like I had to.” He began, “I guess… Maybe it’s all of those.”

Theodore’s voice was soft, as if he was afraid if he spoke louder he might just break entirely. “And because… I’m scared. And I don’t want to go home. I don’t think my parents would care anyway.” Yes, they were about as bad as Felix. They probably didn’t actively plan on murdering him like his brother, but they were still bad. And it was Felix who they would be concerned about not coming home today. Not Theodore. Never Theodore.

The boy wanted to shrink, to curl into himself and simply stop being here at all. “I wanted to run because… I don’t have anything left. I want it to go back to normal, but I want to leave, but I want to move forward, but– I just want things to be okay. But they’re never going to be. It never would’ve been anyway.”

there was silence- pure silence for a moment after Ted spoke. it still wasn't processing... and it seemed home life had already been troublesome even before this damned day. after a moment in the silence, the voiceless words to follow were soft, gentle.

this was a choice he could make. this was a choice he could bear the consequences of. "i have a cabin nearby, if you would like to figure things out there. i could brew some tea- or perhaps hot chocolate, if there's any left... you needn't figure everything out right this second." yes, the cabin he had hidden specifically for cases like this.

a place for someone who should never be near those he associated with, but still could use the assistance or help. Typically BEN used it more than anyone, but all knew those there were to be left alone... and there were devices there that could produce some white noise that this forest lacked. the pure silence was likely not helping Theodore settle at all...

“Of course, i understand if you’d rather not. i am simply a stranger... and an inhuman one at that.”

[tallandfacelessman]

Theodore simply kept staring up at him as he listened. Though his breathing had calmed down by now, bitter tears kept streaming down silently. And he kept wiping them away. He guessed this guy had a point. And there was really nothing he could do about this, now that it had happened.

It was… less intimidating that he was sitting down, the boy figured. Not completely, but it was something. And the fact he was being nice enough to listen to Theodore was calming him down. It was more than his own family would ever do for him, so that was kind of sad.

“…Thanks.” He mumbled, before continuing, “I feel like… I should have been expecting this. Felix was always really terrible to me, but I loved him anyway. And I thought he loved me. But he didn’t. But he was all I had. And– And now he’s gone, and I don’t know what to do anymore…”

"it looks like your plan was to run away. is that a goal you wish to pursue?” Slenderman wanted to be told no, that simply running wasn’t all there was. because he had an answer that would let Theodore run. let him escape.

And to someone as distressed as Theodore, it may be a mercy. may be appreciated... may be welcomed. but it wouldn't’ change the fact it would mean yet one more unsolved missing child mystery. one more face never to see this world again- simply the world beyond.  "Or were you simply running form consequences? running to find a reprieve, a moments escape? a place to process the horror today has brought?” these were no easy questions.

and a small part told him he was pushing too hard on this child... but that same part was telling him he was to invest. needed to withdraw completely.

no.

he wasn’t going to stand on the sidelines for this case. he couldn’t simply watch when they allow... orchestrate, even, children to deal with situations such as this? well, if they didn’t want him interfering... they shouldn’t have let his strings go lax.

[tallandfacelessman]

Visiting

[tallandfacelessman]

This was much too weird. Frisk didn’t know what to think. It was strange that the first being they met in a long time knew so much about them. No matter how perceptive he was. How could he see all that without looking at their soul? It was weird.

The moment he let go of their hand, they just pulled their hand back into their pocket. It was great nothing happened there, sure, but who knows. They still couldn’t remain at ease as long as they weren’t alone.

Frisk frowned hearing that question, “…I… No, I don’t know.” They shook their head, “Prob’ly a really long time. Prob’ly years. I haven’t been counting.”

“...years of time, yet merely days too. time here is in quite the tangled knot... yet the thread decides to stop twisting with one fo the worst possible paths it could take... with the balance so close to bringing destruction. I suppose I should be grateful for the reminder of why I do my work, but... a child such as yourself shouldn't’ eb trapped in the middle of this.” there’s a pause, as he thought. in that moment of silence, tho he stood so unnaturally still, there was a motion to readjust those thin gloves he wore.

“...I'm sure you know the area quite well. would you be willing to show an ancient traveler your favorite spot?” he decided he couldn’t jstu let this child continue to live in the purgatory this world was. solitude was the easiest way to drive a man insane... and this child... well, something was wanting him to believe this was their doing. but he knew better. he recognized a fellow puppet when he saw one, even if their string were that much thinner than his own... and pulled so much tighter.

if only he could claim his own strings were that tight.

[tallandfacelessman]

Changed fate? Theodore had always been kind of skeptical about fate. That was something father and… Felix, believed in for whatever reason. It was fate that his brother was the perfect son and Theodore had always been the useless one, it was fate in that Felix would inherit father’s car and his money and his company while Theodore was too stupid for any of that, and that it would alwaysstay that way. Theodore always knew he was capable of more, but no one would listen to him. Looks like he sure proved fate wrong today.

So he nodded slowly, sort of understanding. Theodore began to look up to face the entity as he continued speaking, the child listening halfheartedly. His eyes were still puffy from the crying, but that didn’t matter. So one of them was destined to die. Seemed like Theodore couldn’t have avoided it, unless he wanted to be killed instead. …He didn’t want that.

Yet, something still tugged at his heart. The immense guilt for killing his brother. He stood up for himself for the first time in his life, only to bring himself pain. He survived, at the cost of Felix’s life. Even if he now knew it was inescapable, it still hurt.

Theodore didn’t move, other than raising his arm to wipe his cheeks and nose on his sleeve. “…I guess.” He answered softly. He was alone, after all. So alone, now that Felix wasn’t here. He would take what he could get if it meant not feeling alone. “Sure. I can talk about it. I don’t… know what to say, though.” He glanced back down, “I’m just… sad. I wish this didn’t have to happen.”

you could swear his forehead creased, though there were no eyes or brow to cause such motion. "...yes, death is rarely a thing of rejoice. I would apologize but were events to repeat I'd still have to simply stand on the sides, and hollow words are not what would help you now.”

even as it was, he was doing more than he should. but when the survivor... this brave little warrior had rushed into the forest, instead of head home? Slenderman couldn’t simply stand aside. instead of continuing to kneel, Slenderman sat, those long spindly legs tucked underneath and behind him. this was about as small as he could get... yet he was still sitting about twice Theodore’s size.

“and if you don't’ wish to talk on today... you can simply talk on any subject. I can listen, right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

[tallandfacelessman]

Theodore felt the touch on his shoulder and froze up for a moment when he realized just how quickly the person had caught up to him. Until he also realized how little he actually cared at this point and continued to cry. His chest heaved, shoulders shaking as the tears failed to stop. He didn’t even turn his head to look up at the figure. He was too tired. Too exhausted with all the thoughts and feelings welling up inside him.

He didn’t know what to do when he heard the voice. He wasn’t sure how to take those words. Theodore supposed it was only the truth; most people probably didn’t kill their own brother as an act of both self defense and revenge. But still, he asked, “…What do you mean?”

"in the simplest of terms... you changed fate. or at least, helped in changing fate. it's much more complex than that, but most find those details dull. how do i say this... Today death was certain.the death of a child, no less.” there was an obscured frustration in that final bit, but it didn’t delay him. “All signs pointed so heavily at you that even my...higher ups, for a simpler phrase expected it. but instead you said no. you stood up for yorself, and replaced the expectations with somethi-someone different. you survived against all odds today.”

those words were likely not as encouraging as the faceless man hoped. children... why was he always lead to the children struggling versus any of the older... a shred would wonder if these tasks weren’t simply reminders of his place in all this as well.

“would you wish to talk it over? at your age, surely none of this can make sense... and you’re overwhelmed as is.”  the hand on Theodore’s shoulder shifted, to where a too large thumb rubbed on his back. the hand was open, no grip to be had- Theodore could pull away, atleast some.

[tallandfacelessman]

inhuman

[tallandfacelessman]

Hearing a voice within her mind wasn’t as surprising to Pink Diamond as it likely would have been to most gems, given her empathic powers sometimes allowing her to read the thoughts and emotions of those around her. This was simply more… direct, and gave a clear indication that this wasn’t just any Earthling talking to her.

No creature on this planet had such abilities, after all. Pink’s eyes narrow slightly with budding suspicion, but very unlike herself, she held her emotions in check and considered her response carefully.

♦ You… can call me Pink.

She eventually replied with some hesitance, deciding that it’d do no harm to talk more casually with whatever type of lifeform this was. This clearly wasn’t a gem, and it’d have no reason to reveal her secrets to anyone… Pink wasn’t in the position of trusting just anyone that quickly however, so she spoke up before the creature could say anything else.

♦ While I don’t really mind visitors, I would appreciate you telling me exactly what you are, and what you’re doing here. If anyone else saw you in here, there would be a panic.

“Of course. just... that’s a more difficult to answer question than you may think. a full answer has details i can’t tell, and could take a day. but for something to call me by...” there was thought before he offerred a name. “The Operator is fine.”

“As for why i’m here... it has to deal with what you’re leading. You do comprehend the damage your contraptions are doing, yes? such devastation is fine-within a certain balance. i can simply observe if there are no plans to spread much further. i suppose i’m confirming there’s not much more needed from this world.” ah, seems the pleasantries had been put aside. it was time for business.

and it seemed he was against the implementation of further kindergartens...

[tallandfacelessman]

" ...well, you certainly look...different. are you lost? " ~ djimmbo, i hope it actually goes through this time lol

for having no face or visible mouth, it made sense he spoke telepathically. "no, I'm not lost. the concern is a breath of fresh air, however."

[tallandfacelessman]

The dark was creeping him out. It shouldn’t be this dark. It should still be daytime, right? And the lack of any creature around him only served to make him feel even more alone. He was trying to go back. It was simple enough to go the opposite direction, but as he looked ahead and saw the person ahead, he stopped.

Seeing the other person’s face, or lack of one, Theodore froze as he stared back horrified. That didn’t make sense. Who was this guy? Where did they come from? Where was their face? The child had begun to back away. He could find a different way out of here, couldn’t he? All he had to do was run and somewhere the forest would end.

And so he turned. Only to realize with shock that the strange person was right there in front of him again. Theodore was speechless. He tried again, a different direction. But there the figure was, and no words could describe the fear he felt as he tried to escape and failed.

Why did he think he could do anything on his own? He clearly couldn’t. Felix’s words even as he was trapped in the hole still rang so clearly in his ears. He was a failure, and he always would be. But even then he wanted someone with him. He even wanted Felix back; Theodore just didn’t want to be alone right now. Not with whatever that strange figure was. But there was nothing he could do.

He probably deserved this. He deserved being stuck in this creepy forest with that staring at him. He deserved all the guilt of his dead brother weighing down on him like nothing he’d ever experienced. He deserved the hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he broke.

just as silently he had appeared, the faceless figure approached, and without warning a cold gloved hand with too long fingers found themselves in Theodore's shoulder. he'd gotten by the child's side so quickly, and without a sound... and now, he was on a single knee beside the broken soul.

though the hand was perturbingly large, it wasn't threatenning. it wasn't heavy, but it was a single gentle touch, one that could be interpreted as an attempt of comfort. nothing was said.

instead, the bone-chilling silence revolved around the icy cold gloved hand on Theodore’s shoulder. this lasted when a voice with no source could be heard. 

“You did what most could never dream of achieving today.” vague words, that were neither comfort, nor praise, but simply... recognition.