(the s adness w ith in yo u i s ri g h t)
. . .
The world is dark for a minute or two. You can't see. What happened? Did you pass out? Were you blind?
But wait! Light? Your expression scrunches up as your eyes open to a squint, your hand raising to shield your poor eyes from the sudden attack.
From what your adjusting pupils can see, there's two men in front of you, both looking towards you with warm smiles. They hold their hands out, patiently waiting for you to gain your bearings and get up off the ground.
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty finally arises from their slumber, I see." The smaller, greyer man chortles as you take the man's hand and bring yourself to your feet. "Come come, dear. We must get you dressed. I assume nobody told you of the dress code, hm?" He links your arm with his and begins to stride in a direction you had not processed until now.
You finally take note of your surroundings. It appears that you have spawned into some... mansion or castle! The halls are glorious, each pillar and decoration meticulously crafted to perfection. The people inside- oh, They're just as fabulous as the hall itself. Each of them different and unique, yet holding similar qualities to one another... almost as if every person in that room was some... version... of the same people!
The two men, the brunette having yet to speak like the grey one prattling on, led you towards a room. "I assume you arrived in quite the rush! One as fashionably late as yourself mustn't have had the proper time to get ready," The smaller man continues, his mind never seeming to run out of topics to speak about. He and the taller man gently push you into a bedroom of sorts, an assortment of outfits splayed out on the bed itself.
You're not sure where you are, but you have a feeling you're going to have a good time tonight.
Hello there! You are cordially invited to The Stanley Para-Ball! It's my first attempt at trying a chain! I'm hoping it picks off the ground a little bit.
Come on down in your best masquerade outfits, the crazier the better, bring your Narrators and your Stanleys and let's all have a blast!
[AKA: I watched Labyrinth again and it's not leaving my mind]
The only rule is No Normal Clothes!! Your Stanleys and Narrators MUST MUST MUST be dressed in their most formal attire!
Have fun!
As you can tell my outfits are very Labyrinth inspired
I PROMISE THIS IS A JOKE AGHJGFDGSHJDHS it's 4am I'm so tired
Iterators.. aren't very tall. I was wondering how tall the other Narrators were compared to Tier, so if you'd like, I'd love to see a comparison!
gonna stab me with that pristine blade? better make it count! better kill me in one shot!
( commissions info ! )
the starting reference for ghjs so you know that i am insane
The Restless(Stanley) and The Curious(Bucket)
i cant stop…… i cant stop drawing the birds…………… someone sedate me……
Managed to forget to draw their wings and tailfeathers in about all of these whoops
If it keeps you from killing yourself it's not stupid. This applies to anything btw.
a single good news is all i need