So I Was Thinking About The Stranger And How Shifty Describes Her As Like An Incomplete Copy Of Her Or

i've been trying to replicate this little doodle of slugpup(baby) stanley for an hour but the world will not let me recreate it. its so upsetting.. i love this creature

working on some new stp designs because i am so unhappy with the ones i had before (i swear this is the last time guys i promise) but i had an epiphany today. candle broken. guys are you hearing me. i have no idea if this has been done and i really hope it hasnt but yeah. this is just a sketch rn so in the next few days or so i'll probably have a proper thing for this guy. but yeah. candle broken!

hello!!! i havent been able to draw as much lately bc im working on an animation for school but i made this!

rare princess art

continuing to show off their awful fashion i give it 10/10 silly birds gotta love my boy tiers <3

BEACH PARTY!

everyone, ladies and gentlemen, Stanleys and Narrators, ferns and buckets...

you've been invited to a beach party! draw yourself/your Narry/Stanley/anyone in a beach season outfit and don't be shy to reblog it! :D

Sorry your boyfriend died and came back and died and came back and died and came back and died and came back again. He was trying to find you.

I should be sleeping

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Love love love the way the voices are all their own distinct personalities but there's those little ways they bleed into each other that show they all come from the same person. Or god in this case.

Each voice is its own unique captured experience shaped by the circumstances that created them as much as the vessels are, they just manifest differently because The Long Quiet is not built to change and to grow, so instead of adapting himself he takes the old parts of him and tucks them away in his subconscious, listens to them and the new insights on the world they give his otherwise stationary perspective. He learns, but he is not bound by who he was before.

The voices all capture distinct reactions to the situations, but theres moments where you can see them bleed together, moments where the person they belong to shines through because they're not quite so different as they initially appear. Cold and Stubborn with their disregard for the body as an entity that needs to function the way a normal body should, Skeptic and Opportunist both analysing a situation to find the perfect time to strike back, Broken and Smitten both desperate for The Princess to see them and to make them whole even when she hurts them, Paranoid and Cheated in their suspicion and their manipulation of the construct, the list goes on.

Somewhere in the middle, all these unique perspectives bleed together in a way that makes it believable they came from the same source and I just think that's neat. I can believe Cold and Smitten are both faces of the same god because, well. Human nature is complicated, and both Cold and Smitten have that same single minded contempt for The Narrator that binds them together even when their existence seems to contradict each other.

A mind is a fascinating, spiralling thing, and nobody is able to be described in just a few sentences. The Long Quiet is opportunistic and loving, enduring in the face of hardship and broken by circumstance, the god created to kill death and just the unlucky guy who happens to be stuck on a path in the woods.

And at the center of it all, they're The Hero. The voice to which all other voices lend a piece, however small, one of the only voices who will never directly oppose The Long Quiet's decisions because within him is the capacity to make all those choices and more.

There's something beautiful about the way The Long Quiets mind unfurles throughout the routes, how it helps you understand what's going on both more and less