There was only a beginning, never an end.

>An office worker trapped looping his building, no matter what he does its never over

>The organisers, curators and the voice over it all, they built it up and made it but now it can never end

>A person in love with machines, so he became one with them and now roams endlessly

>A janitor who needed money, cleaning endlessly as the action never ceases

>There was the place they entered, an office but it never stops, no matter how far you venture there is no end

Never an end, only a beginning. Then over and over. A beginning of the book but the pages never stop turning.

My finger slipped and now I have a TSP inspired playlist

>Has a playlist

>Officially welcomed into fixations

Petition to start using 🫀 instead of ❤️

🫀<3🫶 >>>>>> other heart things

"And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I simply am not there."

So watched American Psycho and it was an uncomfortable watch, not for the contents just certain aspects of recent events crossed with his character.

Time to un-context this lil piece though and relate to it because why not, I have limited understanding of people, emotions and empathy. On top of that masking among other things makes me relatable though not many people get the full unfiltered version of this lil freak; "you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours" really appeals to me for some reason, maybe it's some part of me that does not feel wholly human. I am simply not there, I'm not a permanent fixture, everything is morphing and adapting and that change is me. Compare me to yourself, relate to me yet I am not there and that is most likely not me.

I've reached a point where I no longer can tell if a post is just showing a cool item or if its an objectum thing, I'm just gonna assume everything is objectum until proven otherwise

Sometimes Stanley experiences random stabbing pains in his chest.

It's Mari, Mari is the stabbing pains

She got bored

Blooming heart denim jacket 🫀

If Mari and Otis got to hang out how do you think that would go 👀

I think it's a 50/50 between either they get along great or just Otis wants to leave immediately.

50/50 might be too even actually, they'd probably get along well. Otis is intrigued by science and experiments and would most likely offer himself as it could be interesting for Mari since he doesn't exactly regenerate immediately like most others in the parable. They'd probably bond over shit talking people tbh, like two sassy wine aunts just insulting everyone that happens to walk past them. Also funny little thought of Mari wanting to see him so she just kills Stanley so Otis has to appear and is just like sat there waiting trying to look all sweet.

The thing about a timeloop is after a while, you just give up. You know you can't get out, so you give up on trying.

The loop is infinite, no getting out

Just give it time, it will become your only comfort

When I eventually get around to making the designs I have planned for both my own characters and tsp they will all have sprite forms that may or may not include some (atm the narrator) being sentient objects/object head adjacent creatures.

Like yes all will have full sized forms

BUT characters are better when they have little sprite/Goober forms

This could go for either Mari or the Narrator but imagine dark room and markings just start glowing on them; lines of code in mari's case and arrows for the Narrator. Either its completely hidden when it's light or they are instead like white faint scarring on their body, almost invisible until certain lighting.

Tumblr is just sub-tweeting your mutuals fanboying over their creations

Foams at the mouth

SO. Guess who is married to The Stanley Parable now, so random tomodachi screen pets get my random brainrot now.

So, Narry is bound to Stanley; in some way, they're linked. But like Stanley has a habit of dying. However, when he resets and spawns back, Narry is with him immediately, but with most endings, this would mean there's just kinda blood and guts on the floor, maybe a limb or two. But who wants random blood everywhere for when Stanley reaches that point again (this man needs a break he doesn't need to see his blood pooling in a room).

Introducing the solution...

TSP Janitor

All the messes get cleaned up!

- Anytime Stanley or something else in the Parable dies the Janitor is automatically taken from whatever they were doing and just kind of spawns infront of the mess

- Possibly is a hostage

- Generally nice in their free time

Now for the small price of giving your life to the machine and being in an infinite loop!

Feed the machine

People putting on a vr headset to go into tech is boring. Overdone yes? And then it doesn't like really make sense with the whole if you die when you're in game you die in real life, because vr is just seeing it.. HOWEVER, introducing the alternative!!!! *drumroll* Wire + cable angels Do you like gore? Unstable obsessed people? Crazy scientists and such?

Throw that vr headset out and grab all your aux cords and hdmi cables. Instead, so obsessed and wanting to be inside the tech or machine of some sort that they begin to plunge wires into themselves, connecting things to their nerves, brain, heart and other organs to the point in which every part of them is plugged in and connected to the machine in some way. As they slump down onto the floor the wires and cables curve up, pulling against the body and into the machine forming "wings" bursting from their body. Bonus point if the rest of the room is absolutely destroyed, covered in notes, wired, charts all of the above.

hodauewhf thank you @maryssecretblog for ideas

Kinda curious what my characters would turn out, like if they got fandom redesigned.

By fandom redesigns, I mean specifically the ones where they strip half of the lore away and focus on one aspect that half the time isn't canon and will get completely misconstrued.

Like what will happen to my little freaks

It laid there, unmoving. The reddish flesh on its back looked as if it had my slashed through by a predator.

As I drew closer to the fallen lamb, the smell of rot burnt away at my senses, nausea overtaking my system. Shakily, I knelt next to the poor baby and reached out to see how bad its wound was. My hand brushed against soft fleece. Where was the smell coming from? The rotting flesh?

It was overwhelming, and my vision began to blur as the lamb made a small attempt to move, turning its head to face me. As soon as I tried to perceive the freakish face, it sagged down like it was... empty? The second the words entered my mind, the body of the thing went completely limp as I felt something digging into the hand I had laid on it... bones. The whole mangled skeleton of the freak had stabbed into me, a sharp, teethed skull staring at me before the nausea grew too much and everything stopped