#tsp narrator x reader

[tiredcatboysinc]

Thank you for being there

Hiiii :] It's another TSP fiiiic, this time brought to you by my therapist!!! (I love it when my therapist lets me write a whole fanfic for my next session <3)

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Summary: "Dear? Are you quite alright? You seem perturbed..." Narrators footsteps are heard walking towards you when you don't respond,

Words: 765

Ao3 link

Context warning(s): The reader is very sad, also a lot of crying..., but it's very very light angst

A long sigh escapes you as you toss in your bed for the 20th time tonight, the bright red numbers on your digital clock burning your retinas. Your cheeks were stained with tears, and your throat was drier than the fucking Sahara desert. Maybe you should go and get some water... But that means walking past your boyfriend's, The Narrator's, office... A groan leaves your mouth, one that was much louder than anticipated. You grab a pillow and shove it over your face, the feeling of tears pricking your eyes burns at this point. A grumble of slurred curses leaves your mouth when you hear the light being clicked on, and you realize you must have alerted Narrator with that loud ass groan... 

"Dear? Are you quite alright? You seem perturbed..." Narrators footsteps are heard walking towards you when you don't respond, and you hear the creek of the mattress when he sits next to you. A soft palm is placed on top of your hand, pulling it off the pillow and removing the pillow from your face. Narrator can see the tear stains, and how your red face is, he knows you've been crying for a while now. You shuffle away from Narrator in an attempt to hide your face again, but you fail as Narrator grabs onto your hand to pull you back. He sits you up, holding both of your hands in his. 

"My dear, what's wrong?," he questions as his thumb runs over your knuckles lovingly. A soft grumble leaves your lips as you turn away from his gaze, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. The Narrator gives you a gentle look, his eyes full of concern. "You don't have to talk about it, but if you do, I'm here, love." He presses a kiss to your knuckles, and you burst out into a silent sob. You bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering, but it ultimately fails once you lean onto Narrators shoulder. He places a hand to your back to rub soothing circles onto it, as he shushes you softly you let out soft hitched breaths. 

"You're alright, my dear, I'm right here..." He whispers tenderly as his palm rubs your back. A long sob of gasps and sniffles is let out when you raise to look at him, and he brings a hand to wipe your tears. Narrators hand sits on your cheek, his thumb wiping your tears in a soft motion. You had never had someone care this much... Not until now. It felt scary, and honestly you felt you didn't deserve all his tender touches. Though something told you The Narrator knew that, and that was why he always gave them to you... 

The Narrator smiles sweetly at you, tilting his head slightly to gaze into your tear-filled eyes. "No matter how much you cry, love, you still look dashing." That statement makes you giggle a bit, and he chuckles along with you. "You think so...?" You questioned, a bit skeptical. You felt like you looked awful, like a hot mess, but Narrator nodded regardless of your thoughts. "Of course, you're one of the most handsome boys I've ever seen!" He states with much enthusiasm, his smile growing slightly. 

It always made your cheeks light up a bit when The Narrator complimented you, his words always made you flustered. A final shift is let out, and you wipe your remaining tears. "Thanks... Really, Narry, I don't think you know how much that means to me." You mumble into the palm of his hand, your eyes closing as you lean into the warmth. The Narrator chuckles and rubs his thumb under your eye tenderly. He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, and you think... You think maybe everything will be alright. Maybe you're going to be okay. 

You think a lot of things as you sit with your wonderful partner, listening to him hum a gentle tune as he watches you nuzzle into his palm. In all honesty, you think you're going to be okay. No, you know it. A smile crosses your face, and you look up to The Narrator. "Thank you, again, Narry." He hums in response, chuckling a little before he speaks. "For what, my love?" He tilts his head in curiosity, fluttering his eyelashes slightly. 

You shrug, a soft, content hum leaving your lips. "For always being there for me." You pause for a moment and remove your head from his palm. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to Narrators lips, "I love you.”

#eddie writes #Tsp #tspud #tsp narrator x reader #the narrator x reader #narrator x reader #tsp fanfic

[oliverthedectective]

Would anyone be willing to be a writing buddy with me on my current project? It would just be something fun.

#narrator x reader #tsp narrator x reader #the narrator x reader

[horangislittletiger99]

Tw: unbirth fetish posting

I wanna stuff narry inside my womb and keep him there for a while

#tsp narrator #tsp things #tsp narrator x reader

[file-unknown24]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The Stanley Parable Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)/Reader, The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)/Reader(platonic) Characters: Reader(Y/n), The Narrator (The Stanley Parable), Stanley (The Stanley Parable) Additional Tags: I may add more characters, requests are open, No Smut Summary:

just me putting out things for The Narrator from The Stanley Parable and maybe doing other stories for The Stanley Parable though mainly just for The Narrator and i am open for requests so ask away

twelve chapters out now of reader X the narrator from the stanley parable

i am taking request and i do both romantic and platonic and don’t do anything sexual or anything so come over and check it out if you’re interested

thank you for reading this <3

#tsp narrator x reader #tsp fanfic #tsp narrator #the stanley palatable #narrator tsp #ao3 author #ao3 stuff #read on ao3

[high-achiever-dream]

Would you be able to write Narrator x Reader Dating Headcanons, Just general hcs. You may want to add some of your own if you like to! Also, Reader is gender-neutral. :]

[Ooooh yeeaah, our big dilf is on the building! 😏]

{Narrator x Gn! Reader = Dating Headcanons} 💛

《 Love is in the Air 》

➳ The Stanley Parable (Ultra Deluxe) 【TSPUD】 // Romance // Headcanons!

"Oh, you don't want to see the cool surprise I made for you? Well fine! You're a dork anyway, so who cares?" *A few moments later* "Oh. Nevermind, you're not a dork."

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The first time you came to the office in a game title 'Stanley Parable (Ultra Deluxe)' and the Narrator realize his champion named Stanley transform completely to be your body, it is panic time rising from down to the above. Like, you are confused how on earth did you get there, and The Narrator is now frusrated by the fact that his game ruined by a random character.

Nonetheless, after a long while you and The Narrator finally getting along just fine, you want to experience the feeling of love and dig to know him even better, so why not just date him already?

Truth be told, You are the one who make the first move and ask him to date with you. This result of how nervous mix stubborn (Tsundere) The Narrator feels and end up to accept your offer.

Your date place with him is in the zen/space/peaceful room. Both of you are together happy to watch the pretty aura lights and listen to the calming music. Obviously avoiding the stairs OF DOOM.

The Narrator's cheesy/flirty pick up lines with his fine wine voice never fails to make you even more blush. Sometimes you have the courage to shoot him with your compliments.

"Ugh, I hate how cute you are."

"And you tell a story like your hands play tunes."

The Narrator likes to sing about you or any romantic songs which he had memorized.

The Narrator absolutely give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and candy or chocolate. If you do not want any of those gifts, then he will create present of things that you have always wanted for a long time.

The Narrator secretly writing poems about you and kept those majestic words in paper to himself since he still thinks 'it is not good enough' to impress you yet.

When The Narrator finally dares to show up to you in his physical human body form with a smug face, you cannot take your eyes off him. Dilf mode, dilf icon, dilf augh, the dilf, daddy.

The most enjoyable activity for the two of you is slow dancing and swaying to the slow-beat music.

The Narrator's obsession to holding your hand, comfortably hugging you, and kissing your face nor lips is never going to stop.

The important thing is: You are his, and he is yours. The two lovers cannot be separated until the end.

──･ ｡ﾟ☆*. .* ☆ﾟ.──･☆ﾟ.──･｡ﾟ☆ *. .* ──

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy = Queen

"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy~

What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?

Write my letter

Feel much better

And use my fancy patter on the telephone."

#narrator x reader #tsp narrator x reader #tspud narrator x reader #tsp narrator #tsp x reader

[totally-snowy]

Is Narrator a big spoon or a small spoon in a relationship?

Depends on how he feels in the moment. If he’s had a nightmare, he loves feeling safe in your arms, your slightly elevated heart rate under his ear a reminder you’re truly here. However, he’s definitely the dominant one (does this mean I’ll write smut for him in the future? Perhaps) and loves to cuddle with you as the big spoon.

#the narrator #heartbeat #the stanley parable #the narrator the stanley parable #tsp narrator x reader #tsp narrator #the narrator headcannons by snowy #kleeandtokokirigayasolo

[madnessreruns]

Hello! I absolutely adore your work! Would you consider writing any general Headcannons for the narrator from the Stanley parable? Thank you!

General Headcanons

TSP! Narrator x reader

Note: Two posts in one day!! I’m proud of myself. Finished a fic and wrote some hcs 😤🤗

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Okay so staying up with some pretty obvious stuff

He’s very confident, he thinks he’s hot shit, which I mean he kinda is but he thinks it, he knows it, and dear god he will say it.

He is quite smart, he loves to tel you all sorts of facts. He is 100% an ‘um actually’ person, if you say something about a topic that is wrong he will correct you no matter what it is. Which leads into many arguments about what a definition is or what something does cause he was a little meany pants and had to argue with you about it.

Sometimes it can get a bit condescending, be promises he doesn’t mean it! He’s just so extremely passionate about certain topics and wants to share all that with you and make sure you get all of your facts right! If you tell him to stop he will, but when you get something wrong he’ll just sit there with his eyes scrunched waiting for you to realize.

If by any chance you don’t, even if you don’t pick up his loud coughing and throat clearing, his endless blinking, his scrunched up face as he’s waiting for you to realize your mistake. He will tell you as soon as you leave the room. Just a cheeky little, “ah you see s/o. you are wrong. <333”

He loves his voice, he could listen to himself for hours and hours and hour and dear god narrator stop talking for a moment, we just want some peace and quiet for once please???

Don’t tell him that thought he will talk more just to piss you off, cause he can be a bitch sometimes.

When he’s not being a piece of shit to you he’s actually very sweet.

He’s quite romantic, stupid cheesy dinners, walks lit by moonlight as you stroll through the park, leading rose petal around your house on your anniversary to lead you to where he is wants you to go.

He’s very verbally affectionate, again, he loves his voice and you will to if he forces you too. But he doesn’t have to do that, you like his voice anyways, right?

But he also likes to give gifts, he knows just about everything about you. Dork your favorite foods to your favorite tv show that came out recently. He will give you little trinkets throughout the day and will bring home things that reminded him of you that he saw while you were out.

Again, he loves anything to do with his voice, want him to tell you something? Got it, he’ll say the longest explanation possible. Need him to read something to you? He knows how to do it as dramatically as possible, trying to get you to smile and laugh.

Hes also very physically affectionate, gentle kisses, snuggles and cuddles all day, holding you while he infodumps about the new thing he’s writing. He can seriously rant on and on about it as you lovingly look at him, offer him ideas and advice.

He has 2 modes: Him being a very deep sleeper, try to get him out of bed I dare you. Or if something important is going on, he will wake up at the crack of darn excited, getting everything ready, making sure he’s all nice and spiffy, all before you wake up. But then you wake up, don’t shower, throw on some random clothes, and you look almost as nice as him. How do you do it??

So we all know he likes to write, and although stories are his strong suit, he will defiantly be cheesy and stupid and write you a lovey dovey love letter for your birthday or anniversary. A letter explains all that he loves about you, how sweet and kind you are, how gorgeous he thinks you are, how thankful he is that you put up with him and his constant self-obsession over some things.

But he really is incredibly thankful. No one would be as sweet or as patient with him as you have been, and he’s so grateful for you, for your love, for the fact that he gets to love you at the same time, that it’s always reciprocated and he’s always appreciated and loved. He loves that you love him. Please don’t ever stop.

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#tsp #tsp narrator x reader #tsp narrator #tsp x reader #the stanely parable #the stanley parable #the Stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tspud narrator #tspud narrator x reader #cas.txt #anonymous #ask

[oliverthedectective]

Chapter One:

~Not Stanley~

Trigger Warnings: This story holds elements of both existential, psychological, and other horror elements. Especially in the beginning of the story. This includes feelings of dysphoria, memory loss, dread, and physical and psychological pain. Please be aware of this and stop now if you can not handle these potential topics at this time. Please take care of yourself! Your health is more important than my silly little story.

Reminder: This is not a completed chapter! Just a little sneak peak posted with the intent to get some feedback! This is an ongoing story.

“This is a story about a man named Stanley.” 

I groggily thought about how weird it was to hear such a voice as a blaring headache forced my eyes to tighten even furthur. Even still I forced my eyes to open, quickly blocking the bright lights out of my eyes with a hand to my forehead. I squinted as I waited for my eyes to re-adjust, feeling rather confused, the lights in my room had never been this bright before. My bleary eyes finally widened as I noticed an out of place computer that was certainly not mine, considering it was one that would normally be seen in office sitcoms set in the 90’s..

My head snapped from side to side of the office space in an attempt to get my bearings. As my eyes landed on a deciding factor of my situation I found my feet subconsciously taking a few steps backwards, my heels knocking into the back of the wheely chair which caused me to almost stumble down. I had just narrowly avoided falling back by catching myself with a decisive grip on the desk besides me. The fall inducing lettering continued to stare into my soul with its bright yellow coloring, if it wasn’t for its placement, then it would’ve held little to no significance. As it stood, the four hundred and twenty seven was the number of a man named Stanley, and showed me exactly where I had ended up.

The Stanley Parable. A hit game created and written by the developers Davey Wreden and William Pugh. A story about Stanley and the many paths he could take within these closed walls, but I was not Stanley. Taking a glance down at my hands, the world seemed to swirl around me as I made an awful discovery. My hands were no longer my own, they were distorted, twisted and utterly perverted from their original form. I snapped my head over to the computer rushing over and slamming my, well someone's hands, upon the desktop, the phone and stacked papers rattling at the impact. I stared desperately into the blank screen that only held a bright green blinking cursor, only to see a face filled with horror stare back at me, as I reached my hand out I saw the movement reflected back at me. My facial expression sank as the realization hit me like a sack of bricks. I was Stanley. 

I gasped softly backing up, a hand taking hold of the side of my skull as I struggled to comprehend the situation I found myself in. Logically this could all be chalked up to a dream, a nightmare, if not for the feeling of my head beneath my fingertips and the ragged breaths escaping from me at an uneven pace. Through rough breaths I glanced around for an out, a way to leave, an open door. The solution was found through an open door on my left which opened up to the familiar sight of the office’s of Stanley’s missing co-workers. As I gripped the door handle with Stanley’s hands, the cooling sensation of the knob rained down my veins, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I had never considered myself a coward per say, although this was certainly a time for a change. I thought as I slammed the door closed in front of me.

As Stanley’s hand still gripped the handle, I closed my eyes and considered my actions, I had just trapped myself into one of the quickest endings of the game. The so-called Coward ending. 

“But Stanley simply couldn’t handle the pressure.” The entirely recognizable voice rang out through the room. “What if he had to make a decision? What if a crucial outcome fell under his responsibility.” 

The same voice-lines that I originally looked up and down for within the original game came back to haunt me in some twisted form of wish fulfillment. I turned Stanley’s head up to the ceiling in hope of some acknowledgement, in hopes that maybe, I could be seen. 

“He had never been trained for that.” The voice unknowingly continued cruelly. “No, this couldn’t go anywhere except badly.” 

These words held a haunting reality that I may have to face within the coming moments, for truly, I had no idea of the potential outcomes of my actions. This could end up being the decision that causes my ultimate death. I shivered as fear crept up my spine as I realized the horrible decision I had just done. Locking myself in this room with no escape, no idea what would happen to me if the game reset. With everyone none the wiser of my current predicament. 

“The thing to do now, Stanley thought to himself, is to wait.” 

No, that’s the last thing I should be doing. 

“Nothing will hurt me.”

 I don’t know that.

 “Nothing will break me.” 

It already has.

“In here I can be happy, forever.” 

No! Can’t you see?

“I will be happy.”

I’m terrified...

“Stanley waited. Hours passed.” The voice rumbled against my silent pleas. 

I hurriedly ran around the room trying to find some way to prevent the inevitable outcome, slamming Stanley’s hands across the keyboard, trying to type something. Say something! But the keys did not respond, no letters showed up on the ever blinking monitor, feeling desperate I ran back over to the closed door. Roughly jiggling the doorknob beneath Stanley’s finger’s, silently saying sorry to Stanley, as I started to ram his shoulder into the door in a desperate attempt to make it budge. It didn’t even make a sound. 

“Then days.” A tingling sensation started to form at the back of my skull. “Had years gone by? He no longer had the ability to tell.” 

I felt dizzy as I stumbled the world shifting around my eyes, the world started blacking around the edges, as a pressure started pushing down on my chest. Has this room always been this dark? Am I going crazy? I tried to take in a lungful of breaths as breathing became harder and harder to accomplish. I felt my legs give out beneath me as I fell to the ground my hands slayed open upon the carpeted ground. 

“But the one thing he knew for sure, beyond any doubt, was that if he waited long enough, the answers would come.” 

Would they? I wanted to ask but no words would come out, I was just as mute as the original Stanley had been. I closed my eyes as another bout of dizziness overcame me, feeling my stomach churn at the sensation, my head limply sunk further towards my chest as the Narrator continued his spiel. 

“Eventually some day they would arrive.” The words reverberated around the tiny office space. “Soon, very soon now, this will end.” 

I felt my body shake in defiance trying to take one more stance, to not give up, to try and stop the ending. I slammed my rolled up fists upon the ground, opening up my mouth in a desperate attempt to scream, to make him realize that I was alive and suffering!... but the sounds never came as the words continued to flow around my brain. 

“He will be spoken to.” The words tore into my heart, speaking of my exact desires at this moment. To be seen, really seen, not as the body I had been shoved into… but as me. 

I felt my body collapse to the ground fully, curled up in the fetal position of pain, nausea, and fear. The last bits of energy spent in a desperate attempt to reach out to the man who was out of sight, who was just a voice; and yet, was my only hope at survival. 

“He will be told what to do.” The voice seemed to spit out, annoyance dripping off of every word. 

I begin to wonder what would’ve happened if I just followed, listened to the Narrator’s words, and his story to the true ending. I closed my eyes fiercely trying to fight back against those negative thoughts but they just kept coming like waves up against a tide. If I hadn’t been a coward and tried to get out of the story as soon as possible, would I be looking across the green pastures filled with trees and nature. 

“Now it’s just a little bit closer…” 

The brief silence was deafening, hearing the soft humming ambiance of the whirling machinery of the office. Unfortunately the only thing coming closer to me was my inevitable death, as I tried to suck in another breath, only to realize I was no longer gaining any oxygen. I wanted to panic, to try and fight, but I no longer had the energy to do so. Leaving my last conscious action to be the tears that poured from these eyes. 

“Now it’s even closer!” The Narrator spoke in an almost uncharacteristically excited tone. 

~~“Here it comes”~~

The End Is Never The End Is Never The----

#tsp narrator x reader #narrator x reader #fanfic #drabble

[horangislittletiger99]

Found a picrew and I made my headcanon of how the narrator looks in it

The link

#tsp narrator #tsp #tsp narrator x reader #not horangi stuff #tsp things

[simons-temple-of-eros]

💌 male reader requests open 💌

🌹 i’d like to try to push myself and write more and figured i’d do something for my fellow male/transmasc self shippers as well. for however long i can manage i’m opening my ask box for imagines for characters listed below. please keep in mind that i might take a while to write sometimes as i’m a sufferer of Chronic Tired Bitch Disease (non-fatal) and that there might be some things i’m not comfy writing.

❥❥ characters:

stanford pines (gravity falls) stanley pines (gravity falls) narrator (the stanley parable) paul leskowitz (petscop) rainer newmaker (petscop) red guy (dhmis) duck guy (dhmis) tony the talking clock (dhmis) jack walten (the walten files) brian stells (the walten files)

❥ as far as what i WON’T write, generally just no bigotted stuff, no explicit smut, (some nsfw/suggestive stuff is ok depending) i’m open to some darker subjects (self harm, depression, injury) and some yandere type stuff but nothing to far in the sense of kidnapping and stuff.

#male self shippers #stanford pines x male reader #tsp narrator x reader #rainer newmaker x reader #petscop x reader #dhmis x reader #jack walten x reader #brian stells x reader #tw blood

[file-unknown24]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Stanley Parable Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)/Reader, The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)/Reader(platonic) Characters: Reader(Y/n), The Narrator (The Stanley Parable), Stanley (The Stanley Parable) Additional Tags: I may add more characters, requests are open, No Smut, Comfort No Hurt Summary:

just me putting out things for The Narrator from The Stanley Parable and maybe doing other stories for The Stanley Parable though mainly just for The Narrator and i am open for requests so ask away

#tsp narrator x reader #lovebug narrator #tsp narrator #tsp fanfic #tspud au #ao3 fanfic #aot x reader #ao3 link

[george-in-hell]

(Okay so since this one caught my attention I'll write for this one. ((It caught my attention because it's exactly what I do)) anyways! Thank you soup!)

•He was concerned at first. Were you mocking him? He didn't understand it, he followed his script because he enjoyed giving you a story. He knew that many people enjoyed his voice so why would you talk over it?

•He did realize that you only followed his lines, you never said anything else. Well other than the few times where you would cry after or during an ending.

•You were like a parrot, and he grew to like it. His words were so great that you couldn't help but sing along.

•Sometimes he decided to go off script just to screw with you, when he was supposed to say something he flipped it upside-down. It was hilarious for the few seconds where you would try to catch up.

•He found out, by doing a little research (actually a lot of research) that sometimes when people like things they normally copy it. Like in art, or voice acting, and even sometimes in writing. He found it terribly interesting.

•So he would follow his script. Even if you didn't follow his instructions, he still enjoyed listening to your voice. He could also count on you to say a line before he did.

•"Stanley chose the left door," you said before him. Sure it could have been perceived as rude, but he could only think about how much you enjoyed his story that you would memorize it.

•So his reaction was very mixed. He enjoyed listening to his own lines. He was proud of having a story so magnificent that you would follow along for longer. He also read that memorization means that you'll most likely have it engraved with you for longer.

#Soup #tsp narrator x reader #tsp narrator #the stanley parable #Tsp writing #Unused prompt from soup

[continentalblue]

g!n reader who has way too much work to do/ the (human) narrator {{romantic}} requests are open! ___________________________________________

🖊️You sighed, leaning your face on your hand. You glanced up at the clock and stifled a sigh. You'd been working for three hours at this point and still had so much to do.

🖊️You typed aggressively at your keyboard. Although every inch of you wanted to take a break and go to sleep, you HAD to finish this.

🖊️Another hour passed . . . or was it two? You no longer had the ability to tell. Your eyes had glazed over

🖊️ The Narrator leaned his head onto yours. "You really ought to take a break, darling."

🖊️"Speak for yourself."

🖊️"Aha, you misunderstand me. You will take a break." The Narrator moved your screen down a few inches.

🖊️You saved your progress and stared up at him. "Want to cuddle?"

🖊️"My script is in need of revising. Did you know that--"

🖊️"No, no, no. If I'm taking a break, then you're taking a break."

🖊️"Well . . . then yes, I would like that very much."

#tsp narrator x reader #the narrator x reader #tsp narrator #the narrator #tsp narrator x you #tsp narrator/you #tsp narrator/reader #you/the narrator #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the blue parable

[give-soup-please]

Alright folks, I'm back from haitus

It was a good break and a productive one in its own right. I have some news, so please read carefully.

First, me writing headcanons now has an end date. I'm stopping writing requests on September 15th. The blog will still be here as an archive, it's not going anywhere. But I'm not going to write headcanons for TSP anymore. This is for a few reasons: I'm moving away to do college full time. Moving will take time away from writing. Also, the whole college thing. I can't run a blog like this and be a full time student at the same time. It ain't happening. Some people are capable of that, but I'm not one of them.

I'm also choosing this date because there are new things I want to move on to. TSP will forever be in my heart as one of the most special and unique games I've ever played. And as something that special to me, I don't want to end up resenting it by producing content 24/7. I've seen people start resenting what they're writing for so often here, and it's heartbreaking. I don't want that to happen to me.

I want to look back on this summer and time I spent with fondness, in a kind of golden haze. For me, I want to end on a strong high note, not gradually putter out and fade away. This community is by far one of the best fandoms I've ever been in. You all deserve wonderful things. And I want to end my time in this community on good terms.

Secondly, because this project now has an end date, I'm opening the inbox back up. I'm changing the rules of the game. Consider it a free for all. Whatever gets written gets written, and whatever doesn't, doesn't. Keep in mind, writing will be slower than normal as I prepare to move and am juggling several personal projects as well.

So without further ado:

I write for the narrator from the stanley parable. I can write platonic or romantic things, either for 'you' (the reader) or someone else.

I'm doing these for fun, and I don't guarantee to write to everything that's sent in.

I don't write NSFW, or extreme gore/violence.

I can write for certain things on the spectrum, and certain mental illnesses, but not others.

I can write about autism. I can also write about depression and anxiety both as their own illnesses and as parts of symptoms that are for a bigger problem.

I can't write for DID or schizophrenia.

I can write about s*icide, but not directly. (some anon sent an ask like, "how would the narrator react to the reader successfully committing s*icide" and uh... No. I'm not writing about grief and pain so directly. (He would be devastated. We all would be.)) Ideation is fine for me to write, as are thoughts about it, but the direct act successfully done is off the table.

I don't write yandere stuff, but I can write about an obsessed narrator, because that's very canonical.

I can't write for the narrator reacting to you playing certain games. I have a hard time writing something that doesn't end up as (narrator: "huh. neat.")

Angst is fine to write for, but for my sake, there needs to be a reason for it. Reader and narrator can have tortured pasts, I do write about abuse. But they can't/shouldn't be torturing each other without an exceptionally good reason. "For fun." doesn't meet this criteria. I don't want either of you getting hurt/gen

Most other things are fair game, but these rules may change as issues arise.

If you aren't certain, just ask. The worst you'll get is a no, or no response.

If you don't specify whether you want something platonic or romantic, I usually choose to make it platonic.

Also a small side note, I apologize if something you sent in wasn't written for. Some prompts are harder than others, some prompts I don't write to because of the above rules. I give every prompt I receive a fair chance before giving up on it.

And feel free to ask personal questions as well. I'm sure some of you are curious about the person behind the posts. No guarantee about answering those either though.

(I love you all very much.)

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #stanley parable #tsp narrator x reader #the end is never the end #it's only the opportunity for a new beginning