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Workin on something 😶‍🌫️

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Caught staring

naarrrryyyyyy i lov u let's eat poutine together

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It's only been a month, but I really like The Curator so much! He just looks so sharp and cool and he has a badass intro :3

There's something about him that makes him attractive, I guess...

And also... That cake...

Aaaanyway....

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The fact that people don't think friendship is enough to justify characters doing insane acts of love for each other baffles me. Like have you never loved your friend so so much you want to live in their ribcage. Have you never been really weird about a friend. Have you never wanted to bite your friends parents or shove them down a staircase. Have you never wanted to be buried in the same grave as a friend. Have u never. How do u people live like this.

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FOUR YEARS OF DOLBY!!! happy birthday lil brudder. Time flies too fast man

Fed him a brick btw

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Slide to the Right

Narrator has Create-A-Sim style sliders for his character model. Stanley makes some changes.

Accurate ASL grammar (or my best attempt its been a minute since ive had asl class)

“Stanley, let us dispense with the formalities of starting a run; I have something very interesting to show you and simply cannot wait!” I’m sure excitement is palpable in my voice as I speak to my protagonist. Oh how excited he shall be, I am sure!

I spawn the Adventure Line™ outside his office, too excited to narrate him along. Plus, he seemed to respect the Line™ as a no-deviations-allowed path. I would burst from my excitement if he weren’t to come straight to the surprise.

Thankfully he follows the line, and I finish setting up my surprise with a giddiness I hadn’t felt in years. Oh how marveled he would be!

Finally, he’s here! I set up within the room with the red and blue doors (so he couldn’t bring that bucket with him), and had decorated it to look more…appropriate for the situation. There was a catwalk of sorts in the center (repurposed from the bucket game because asset recycling is a perfectly good practice.) The lights are all dark, and there’s a chair at the front of the stage, where that yes/no panel usually is. Stanley follows the line obediently and sits down on the chair.

“Stanley, I am very proud to show you…me!”

I step onto the middle of the stage, then turn the lights on.

“I made myself a character model! With quite extensive features may I add. I can be customized quite thoroughly for whatever situation I may come across. Though I do believe I’ve knocked it out of the park with this initial design.”

I turn around to show him all the angles of my new model. I went into in-depth research as to what male humans most wish to look like to get an idea for how I should look. After all, I’m supposed to be perfect, am I not?

“What do you think Stanley? Please, feel no need to flatter me, I want your honesty.”

Stanley stood up from his chair to approach me. As he walked around the stage, I felt something like…uncertainty rising up? No no, I know it is perfect, he is just too in awe to say anything.

Finally, he is face to face with me again.

‘Glasses?’ He signed, and I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Glasses? Stanley, I am an omnipresent being, I do not need <i>glasses</i>.”

Stanley simply signed the word again, and I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I shall add glasses to my wardrobe.” And with a snap of my fingers, some generic glasses are perched on my nose.

This still doesn’t satisfy him, the gall of this man. “What?”

‘Square. Thick.’ Does Stanley seriously want me to wear <i>nerd</i> glasses? Well…he is my audience. I suppose his opinion matters. I snap my fingers and the glasses thicken and reshape. In addition, I spawn in sliders like a character customization screen. I suppose I could hear more of his opinions.

This seemed to be a good decision, because Stanley became intrigued with the sliders. His gaze is first caught by the age slider, and I’m not sure what to think of that.

“Are you intending to make me a child? Or mayhaps moments from my deathbed?” I get my answer when he slides the marker to the right, aging the body I’m in. He doesn’t go all the way over, thank god, but instead of a 30-year-old, the body is more that of a 50-year-old.

“What brought about this decision?”

Stanley looked at me for a minute, thinking I suppose, before finally signing. ‘Your voice old. Body wrong was. Now, better.’

I roll my eyes. Such a stupid reason. Sure my voice was based off an older gentleman’s, but that doesn’t mean my avatar must resemble that age bracket. I wait for Stanley to inevitably change more settings.

“Was my model not up to your standards?”

‘No.’ He harshly signs, which is frankly insulting. ‘Perfect, bad. Look wrong. Not you.’

That is interesting. Of course he doesn’t see me as perfect, does he? Well, he has been privy to some of my…ahem, outbursts. “I was simply making my body resemble that of what human men aspire to be. Is that so wrong?”

He does not deign me with an answer, rude, and instead heads to the physique bars. He moves the muscle mass bar all the way down.

“Really? I know you’ve only known me as a voice, but you cannot imagine I have any strength? Has my voice not portrayed my strength of personality?”

Stanley won’t even answer me, and moves the body mass bar over to the right. “Stanley you are making me look downright pudgy. Are you simply intending to mock me?”

Finally, he looks back at me. ‘You body strong-not. Old man fat. I think correct, that.’ He looks almost sheepish when he averts his gaze to finish signing. ‘I think…cute.’

“Cute? Oh Stanley, this won’t do. I am not meant to be ‘cute.’ The baby in the Art Ending is ‘cute.’ Even that damned bucket could be considered ‘cute’ to a cretin like you. I, however, am not to be ‘cute.’ Preposterous.”

Stanley refuses to elaborate on this cute nonsense, and instead finds the skin color changer. He has a fun time making me look positively like a disco ball, before I finally get fed up. “Stanley! I am to look human. Do not make me green like a pop-culture Martian.”

Finally he lets it rest on a deep brown. Maybe a better decision than my initial shade, which almost matched the walls of the office. Now I would stand out. I suppose that’s one change I’ll keep. “Anything else Stanley? Or are you almost done playing dolls?”

He waves me off, seriously when did he become so rude, and becomes occupied with the clothing options. Oh god, he will be here for positively forever, won’t he? I groan loudly, and rub the bridge of my nose. These stupid glasses feel so uncomfortable, why in the world did he force me to wear them?

I feel warmer all of a sudden, and see he’s given me a sweater vest. A <i>sweater vest</i>. “Stanley I do not approve of you making me look like some common professor.”

‘Sound same.’ He signs, before shrugging me off. Damn you Stanley. Now my wardrobe is a bright yellow tie, white dress shirt, and a khaki colored cardigan. Better than the sweater vest I suppose. The black slack are quite comfortable as well. The dress shoes will have to go though. They are quite uncomfortable. Although I suppose I could just turn off the feeling ther- wait, why am I letting him change my avatar so much?! Isn’t it supposed to reflect how I wish to look?

“Stanley, while I know I gave you the ability to change my avatar, you are going too far. It is still supposed to reflect how I wish to be represented.”

Stanley has the absolute gall to glare at me, as if I’ve said something unreasonable. ‘Can I change I? No. You make I. I choose-not.’

Well, I suppose he has a point there. I made him look however I wanted. Hell, I haven’t even given him a wardrobe of clothing options for when the plaid isn’t doing it for him. “Oh alright, I’ll let you finish, and maybe, I’ll choose this form on occasion.”

That’s all it takes for him to go back to working. Hair next, it seems. He sets the curl pattern to the absolute max, and the hair I had originally puffs out like a dandelion. “At least get it out of my eyes if you insist on me also wearing these glasses.” Thankfully he chooses some locs with a headband to keep them back. Bright yellow again, how could I have known.

“Now you have changed absolutely every aspect you can. Are you happy? Am I now how you always envisioned?”

While I was expecting some sarcastic quip, he signed a simple ‘yes.’ Ah…well, it would not be unreasonable to have multiple forms on the backburner. And maybe I should get Stanley a proper wardrobe. He might want something other than plaid.

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It's been almost 2 years since I last played TSPUD because I don't have a PC anymore.

All of my art since then were drawn from my phone :3

Anyways...

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When I hyperfixate on something, it'd last too long and I don't even know how long it'll last, tbh. I've been in to TSP fandom since early 2019 and I'm enjoying my time here.

My last fandom before this lasted almost 6 years and that's one of the longest.

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I still freak out about this every now and then. the narrator! is fond of the unknowable!!!!! the zen dome!!!!!! space!!!! and also this is applicable to the ocean with shrimp and night sharks and I love him a lot

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The Abu Alwan family has not received any donations for 4 days.

Their children Ghina, Saba, and Qusay Abu Alwan are severely malnourished--and they are back to using nylon bags instead of diapers for the younger twins, which leads to rashes and irritation.

Anything you can give will help Samar and Mohammed purchase milk, flour, oil &c. to feed their children.

You can also donate via:

Venmo: gothhabiba Paypal: paypal.me/Najia Cashapp: $NajiaK

all with note "🍓" or "strawberry"

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This will only take a moment of your time, so stop scrolling.

I am updating on the situation with the charity i've been promoting, Ever Mile.

The charity is currently struggling to meet its demands--meanwhile, attacks on Gaza are relentless. I have seen people on here manage to raise impressive amounts such as 100k, and this GFM needs only 25k. Every small amount donated counts.

I really hope my followers can help achieve this goal. The next 1k was reached so far today!

Your support will help eyad and his charitable organizations feed the hungry in Gaza.

You can donate here:

@hotvampireadjacent @leviathan-supersystem @yekkes @ovur @prisonhannibal @allpinsandneedles @sexhaver @determinate-negation @frottinq @halorvic @zoology @zvaigzdelasas @xenosagaepisodeone @tamamita @omegaversereloaded

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For me it's both :3

kinda hate saying why i like the narrator when people ask cause im like "oh yeah uhm...his personality...yeah, that" as my dorky ass response

his voice? meh ❌️ personality? yea ✔️

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I really like your character I just get scared when talking to my favourite artists 😌

YTGEDVYUTVHJNR WHAT DO YOU MEAN "my favorite artist"??!!! I'm honored and also surprised by this 😳.... thank you so much I'm really glad you like my idiots :D

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wayne's only 2 games