tfw the hanged man gets your order wrong
today was a noelle day
No, no no no no, hold. Stop the story.
Stanley, I need you to be honest with me, now more then ever. Do you. . . Really get no bitches? None? Stanley I need you to be serious with me right now. Surely this is a joke-
It's. . . It's not? I- Stanley, I've given you story after story, adventure after adventure, and you still aren't getting any bitches? I gave you a wife Stanley, I gave you bitches! Are you just not appreciating my work for you?! Stanley, I'm starting to get seriously concerned for your health. If you still can't get any bitches after this I don't- I can't help you Stanley. Let's just- okay. Here, let's do something different this time. Okay? Okay.
No way
My favorite boy
[ID: Art of Stanley and the Narrator from The Stanley Parable. They are dancing together, Stanley dipping the Narrator slightly, who looks down at the ground nervously, flustered. They are holding hands. The Narrator is drawn as a human in a black suit with orange stripes on the ends of their pant legs and sleeves, with a crooked orange arrow going up their sleeve, and another down his back. He has short, spiky black hair with an orange streak that looks like an arrow. He is wearing glasses. Stanley looks content, eyes closed. The background is a pink square, and the art has a pink hue. End ID]
some silly guys
#Ilovethemsomuch
STILL OBSESSED WITH THEM
SOMEONE DREW MY AGENT PHOENIX ON ARTFIGHT AND IM SOBBING ITS SO CUTE.
I love this silly little art trading game
ALSO ART FIGHT DAY ONE DRAWINGS DONE!!
leaving kudos on ao3 isn’t enough I need to be able to eat the fic
Hi i’m Junkie! | They/Them | Lesbian & Enby | Neurodivergent | 19 |
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