#ADHD Narrator

[xxautumnivyxx]

Been a while since a daily motivation

[liliotl]

I almost passed out from this

[universalrainbow]

The Player wandering off like this makes the first art for this au (where Doey is just Holding them, one handed, up off the ground) extra funny to me.

Like "you disappeared as soon as I took my eyes off you, I'm not letting you out of my sight Ever Again."

Also lucky for the toys the Player is so scatterbrained, if they're stopping everyone few hops to look at something, the others have time to catch up before they hop hop hop into harms way.

That was kind of the point of the first artwork :D. Even before doey grew attached to player he saw them do very stupid things. While trying to bring them to safe haven, They were actively trying to pet Yarnaby without being caught. Were carrying around a lemon with a face. They also climbed the wall to get a ball back for one of the mini kissy's and face planted head first into the floor when they celebrated mid rescue of the ball. (dont worry the ball was okay)

But yea, they tend to disappear and do stupid things if left alone for one second. So after everything is calmer. Doey is not letting them out of his sights again. In all honesty he wonders how this single idiot managed to not only survive this long, but survive without being experimented on when they first worked at playco.

Despite being scatter brained and on the verge of passing out, player is fast even on one leg. So while they are slower than before they still are a bit ahead of the toys. But they are very close to face planting everytime they hop so maybe the toys can catch up sooner.

Here is players full design from when they snuck in to playco. Before they went a bit feral. Still reckless and stupid but still at a normal degree.

Player throughout time at playco with the toys: YOGA CLASS DONT FAIL ME NOW!

the toys: are they trained from ninjas?? how the heck are they still alive???

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player looking at poppys case: this wont end badly im sure of it, absolutly not haunted at all (opens case)

poppy opens eyes ( you opened my case)

player (screams and passes out)

[lexumpysfunland]

because I was thinking about it I did make new things for the Insane variants! initially, it was just making colors but I went a little farther lol-

as for what Insane!Stanley can do:

yes, this Stanley uses strings! but I explained that under... TW: some blood and slight self-harm

to detail a little, the weird little bug that infected Stanley and that Walter wasn't able to find, allowed Stanley to see more than he should, meaning also the strings that were used to "control" him. the little bug is now part of this Stanley and if you were to destroy it, you would also destroy Stanley...

have a little bonus because I did that too

there you have it :) now I shall go back to other stuff I have planned heheheheh

[rick-ety]

The LONG. Awaited narry ref because I’m planning on joining art fight. Had no idea it would take this long AAAGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gonna go look for my really old ref and compare the two

[devilsskettle]

anne of green gables and emma were good books to choose to read back to back for many reasons but what stands out to me at the moment is that both anne and emma are adhd girlies to me

[aromantic-ghost-menace]

So... I opened the game again, to reference something for my truth lies AU version of the moment of clarity and I found out that I confabulated one particular part about it. In short I always thought that the Narrator always ends himself early in that chapter at the realization of just how many worlds must've already been gone and ended because of what he has done.

Turns that nope, never been an issue. He's actually still trying to fight against the Princess' influence to the bitter end.

I probably must've mixed that up with the narrator breaking in the nightmare chapter on the way to the moment of clarity.

Anyways, at least in my AU, this is now somewhat a thing in that chapter, because of AU lore reasons.

[jubmato]

i was gonna buy myself the stanley parable: ultra deluxe but i ended up having to spend the money i had for it on my goddamn therapy appointment. fuck my gay chungus life

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

Telling my sister about Malevolent but I'm trying not to spoil too much she's decided John has ADHD and that's why he narrates things like that, with huge descriptions of how lights look on walls and then "ORTHUR there's a dead body!" She also went all "he doesn't know how long he was in the dark world??? that's so sad! no wonder he loves describing how pretty lights are!" and actually sounded like she might cry.

She has a friend who listened to TMA, who she is now recommending Malevolent (because I said there was an overlap of fans) so any info I'm giving her is getting told to this guy and I'm quite curious what he's heard about the podcast through this game of telephone.

[fox-pr1nce]

I should do some pride month art for my sona + Alice…

Maybe also my personal headcanons for Andy and Leyley

Cause boy howdy do I have opinions on Ashley I am rotating her in my mind

[thetinyadventurer]

Scared the shit outta my husband this morning. Poor guy walked out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and exhausted from a night of being sick… Only to turn and see the freaking Joker cleaning up the apartment! (I’d applied a clay mask. Ya know, the kind that’s supposed to clean your pores?) I swore he almost shot through the ceiling when he saw me! 🤣 Anyway, how’s everyone else’s day going?

[foliejpg]

so in love with patrick’s consistent use of the chest strap of his backpacks. gotta keep his treasures safe

[lexumpysfunland]

I'm pretty sure I won't be able to give you guys something finished tomorrow, so have something I'm working on instead

trying to make two different panels with the og and the variants. even if I'm not doing something more detailed in terms of coloration it's taking me a while to finish so please be patient with me guys 😭

[cosmicinkdrops]

Log #1

Okay, so I don’t really know where to begin, so uh, I guess I’ll introduce myself? Hi my name’s Lex (not my actual name, sadly, but eh, who cares, it sounds cool so let’s just go with it) and if you’re reading this it probably means that I ended up making a not so smart decision and got myself tangled up in some weird stuff, so I’m probably stuck in some other dimension doing who knows what. Or I was just being my usual forgetful and clumsy self and lost my logbook and now you’re reading it. I’d give my address or phone number so you could maybe return it (assuming that I am not stuck in another dimension that is), but I’m no good at phone calls and don’t exactly want random strangers to know where I live, so I guess I’ll just leave you to do whatever with my logs, they’ll probably end up back with me somehow anyway.

Now onto the reason I’m writing these logs in the first place: Miss Fern’s Humble Abode of Fantastic Trinkets. It’s this small shop I’ve discovered on the first day of spring break, when I was hanging out at Tranquil Grove, the domed garden that’s on top of the local library. Nowadays visitors aren’t allowed to go up there after a bunch of high school jerks nearly burnt the place down 10 years ago, but Miss Lauriel, the head librarian, lets me sneak up there in secret because I am the only person in this whole city and the surrounding neighborhoods who is willing to babysit her twins. Don’t know what other people’s problems are with those two, but apparently every babysitter either quit after the first time, gave a panicked call an hour in that they cannot do it anymore or outright refused to take the gig. Which feels really absurd to me, cause those kiddos are an absolute delight to have around! Little Delilah loves talking to animals she comes across (the family has a snake, a cat and a tank full of exotic looking fish, plus they live in the suburbs so there’s lots of critters around), has an interest in magic and gothic fashion and loves drawing all sorts of bizarre and unusual creatures. Her brother, Damien, has the mind of a philosopher and the soul of a poet, he loves asking deep and existential questions, reading Edgar Allen Poe, all things ancient mythology and he will give me these little gift, like rocks, shells, leaves, tiny animal bones, weird figurines, that sort of stuff. I put them in a box , along with any drawings that Delilah lets me have, and keep it next to my reading corner at home and I’m planning to get a little display-case like thingy and a magnet board so I can display them better.

Anyway, as I said, I was at Tranquil Grove, walking around, taking pictures of the plants (the place is very well maintained despite the fact that it is no longer open to visitors), just hanging out like I always do, looking for the best place to sit down and read, draw and chill. But this time I saw something that I knew for a fact wasn’t there just a couple days prior: a small, colorful tent like the ones fortune tellers set up at those old-timey circuses. Above the entrance was a sign declaring it Miss Fern’s Humble Abode of Fantastic Trinkets, written in a very elegant font with all sorts of small, colorful illustrations made with pastel paint adorning it. The place had an intriguing, if a bit bizarre aura about it and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how it could’ve gotten here and if I should be weirder out by it or not. However curiosity got the best of me, so I walked closer, slightly parted the curtains and peeked inside…..

Author’s note: this series is inspired by a set of Instagram posts made by @fernburb

[lovelyrottingcrows]

yes, the voices may be louder than ever, but perhaps slapping that old man's ass could fix something.

Not the issue, but surely something

[carnivoredemo]