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braisedhoney · 1 year
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i actually feel
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happy.
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employee052 · 2 months
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pleas
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just a small doodle in getting used to CSP again with the default settings.
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WIP
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He’s perfectly safe I’m sure
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kingshark-xx · 2 years
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“I think I feel.. happy.”
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lacking-hydration · 2 years
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"I just wanted us to get along, but I guess that was too much to ask."
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thesnakeslibrary · 3 months
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True Zending
Pairings: The Narrator/GN Reader Type: Hurt/Comfort Summary: After suffering through Zending, The Narrator notices crying coming from outside of the game.
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" Is it over? It’s going to restart, isn’t it? I’m going back. "
Moments after The Narrator finished speaking, everything faded to black and left the two of them –him and Stanley– back in the office. The Narrator leaned back in his chair, the only sounds in the room being the leather creaking and his breathing. " Why did Stanley have to take that from me? " He let out a frustrated sigh as he shook his head, sitting up straight to begin his repetitive narration. But he couldn't. Stanley was not moving, simply staying in the same spot, frozen.
" Stanley? Are you alright? " Though feeling betrayed and heartbroken, The Narrator still cared for Stanley's emotional well-being. The unusual sound of shaky breathing and crying was all he heard in response to his question, although it hadn't come from Stanley. It sounded like his own narration, not originating from anywhere specific but feeling as though it was coming from inside your head.
That was when he realized it came from the player. It didn't come from Stanley, no, no, no. It came from the person controlling Stanley. It came from you. " Um...player? Are you alright? " He was only met by more shaky sobs. He sighed and pushed some keys on his computer, transporting you into the game somehow. The writer had it carefully set, so you would appear in his office, but the sorrowful sight he saw utterly broke his heart. You, in a tight ball on the floor, hysterically sobbing. "I’m so fuck–fucking sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry…I didnt want to I prom–promise I didnt, I couldn't do–do anything else the game–the game wouldn't let me I promise im so sorry, I want you happ–happy I promise…"
Apologies poured from your mouth like water from a broken dam, you not having seemed to realize you were directly in the parable. You only became aware of the fact when you felt large hands gently position you upright, the inviting face of The Narrator in front of you. You darted around the room, incredibly confused, "Wha-huh? Why— h–how—?" You sniffled, temporarily distracted from your sorrow and guilt, it was mostly replaced by confusion.
" Shh, shh...you're okay, I'm here. " He extended his arms as an invite for a hug if you desired it, and boy did you. You hastily shuffled towards him and squashed him in a tight bear hug, shedding your tears into his buttoned jacket. The Narrator stroked up and down your back, his other hand running through your disheveled hair. " You're okay, I'm okay. " "But–But I hurt you, I–I, I made you think I’d–I’d rather be dead than play–play your game…I’m so fucking sorr–sorry…" He frowned and tenderly lifted you into his lap, resuming his caressing. " As far as I can tell, you did not want to. You didn't have another possible choice, and I don't condemn you for that. "
Your head was tilted until your eyes met, an ink-stained hand on your cheek, wiping away falling tears. " It is alright. " His soothing voice instantly pacified you, leaning your head into his calloused hand as you shut your eyes. His lips formed a soft smile as he pressed a prolonged kiss to your forehead. You choked back a sob, the key difference between this one and your previous cries being that this one was formed out of joy. The charming man you've been repeatedly playing this game for, the man you've been pinning for, was right here in front of you. You could see and touch him. You no longer have to imagine his appearance.
He did happen to look like you envisioned, though, with short black and gray hair, glasses, and rough yet kind eyes. You leaned forwards and nestled your face into the soft fabric of his turtleneck. You sucked in a deep inhale, melting at the intoxicating scent of the man holding you. Everything about The Narrator was comforting; you couldn't find a single thing you would alter about him. Well, except for the fact that you lived in two separate worlds. Just as you finished that thought, the Brit spoke, " Would you like to stay here, darling? I would thoroughly enjoy your company. "
Good lord, you completely turned into a puddle at his kind words. You nodded, not trusting you would sound put together if you spoke. The taller of the two of you grinned and once again lifted your gaze to meet his, " May I kiss you, my dear? " Fuck, you virtually turned into a ripe tomato at his words. It seemed to delight him quite a bit. You forgot to give him any sort of response, the inquiry seemingly having fried your brain. " Well? " He let out a soft chuckle, lifting a hand to tenderly caress your cheek.
You once again chased after the affectionate touch like a cat, almost purring like one as well. You gave out a faint murmur as a yes, eliciting a smile from the old man. He leaned down to place a loving kiss on your lips, and you happily reciprocated. He would've continued kissing you forever if you didn't need to breathe, reluctantly pulling away. He touched your foreheads together, pure fondness in his eyes. " Lord, I've only properly known you for but a few minutes and I'm already entirely captivated by you. " He smiled in amusement at how his words flustered you. " I suspect you've felt that way about me for much longer, hm? " You nodded and leaned up to kiss him, letting out an annoyed whine at being unable to reach his lips.
He chuckled and bent down to close the gap between you two, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head. " You are truly something irresistible. " He concluded his sentence with a quick peck on your lips. You beamed and wiggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. He slowly stood up with a groan, carefully holding you in his arms. He strode back around to his desk, seating himself in his worn-out leather chair. He reclined with you in his arms, happier than he had been for a while.
" On second thought, that astral dome was not the sole thing that made me happy. I undoubtedly have that right here in my arms. " If your face could've flushed even more, it would have, you wiggling your legs in ecstatic joy. The Narrator continued, beginning to ramble. " Now that I'm really contemplating it, I suppose I've been infatuated with you since the very start. Ever since I had realized it was not Stanley that I was narrating, it was then I began falling for you. " 
This was exactly something you had been longing for since you initially heard The Narrator's lovely voice. Being comfortably held in his lap while being able to listen to him ramble on to his heart's content. Unfortunately, your ability to listen to him slowly dampened as his velvety voice lulled you to sleep. Once you're just about to cross into the land of dreams, you hear one last thing uttered to you, followed by a fond kiss.
" Rest well, my love. You're safe here in my arms. " The Narrator gave a soft smile as you closed your eyes.
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mr-viwick · 2 years
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so uh
that part huh
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squuote · 10 months
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16 /j https://www.tumblr.com/squuote/722231167405998080/alexanderpearce-ship-ask-game-1-who-would-be?source=share
16 and if the dog bit back?
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sorry i took this actual serious, it was too tempting.. yall already know who's on my mind for this
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The Narrator doesn't know why, but he knows he's petrified at the idea of returning to his old self.
Also a possible design for the dude on the tape.
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goldgust · 7 months
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larsofthe-stars · 6 months
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Did I draw Stanley parable angst to get out of art block? Yes. Yes I did.
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No blood version↓
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spookyspeks · 2 years
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One of the most heartbreaking endings :((
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zona-doing-art · 2 years
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I hope he’s ok
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kingshark-xx · 2 years
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imma start doin a song of the post thing- like a “i’ve been listening to this song a lot recently yumyum” thing- here’s the first one!
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mawsnclaws · 1 year
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Zending ideas hand them over
YEAAAHAHAHAA!! uhh uhh tw for regular Zending stuff (su!cide! please proceed with caution if you're not in the right mindset to view content like this!!) Also this is implied healing stomach :]!!
Stanley's shakily climbing up the stairs, bleeding and limping, using the railings to pull himself along. The Narrator's watching, terrified from his screens. Just as Stanley reaches the top platform, The Narrator quickly goes over to The Parable and JUST as Stanley jumps, The Narrator reaches through the closest wall and grabs him. Stanley thinks he's died, but he's very much still alive. This is his first time ever seeing The Narrator and he's panicked. The Narrator, with no explanation, eats him. Half out of impulse and half out of worry. Stanley is struggling and squirming and doing anything he can to prevent the "beast" from eating him, but when he lands in The Narrator's stomach, he gives up. He's limp and crying, and The Narrator doesn't know what to say. He's not good at comfort. After awhile, Stanley notices that he's no longer in pain..he looks down and the only traces of blood are just on his clothes. He's totally fine. How strange..
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The Narrator had the right idea cuz I just spent the last half hour zoning out and watching the stars in the Zending (didn’t complete the ending tho) and you know what?
Pure bliss
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