Sweet F.A - The Stanley ParableSweet F.A - The Stanley Parable by IndigoCode
The rather eccentric :iconShiro-Byakko: requested (encouraged? encourested?) me to make story about an unsound Stanley sitting in the broom closet playing airplane with a dustpan out of spite for the Narrator. Welp. Here you go!
“Stanley was fat and ugly and really really stupid.”
No, that didn’t work... Go ahead and try again.
“Due to his inability to find his way out an empty, worthless room, Stanley was stuck here. Or perhaps his hefty figure made it impossible to exit the room.
“But, unsurprisingly, he didn’t bother too much about it. Ignorance really is bliss, isn’t it? Ignorance…”
Hm. Too much. Try again.
“Stanley. I’m tired. Come on.”
“Come on, Stanley! What is so fascinating about this room?”
It was then known to the Narrator that he greatly overestimated Stanley’s intelligence.
While he never compared the man to Stephen Hawking, he knew this sit
Loki-x-Reader: Hypnotizer Part ThreeLoki-x-Reader: Hypnotizer Part Three by Tarnisis
Rhapsody ‘n Ragnarok: Crescendo
You had been in plenty of boring work meetings in your life- several of which really embarrassing things had occurred. But as you sat in the half hour summit, you knew that this was the longest thirty minute stint you’d ever gone through. It might have been somewhat enjoyable- seeing as your boss was in one of his rare good moods- but you couldn't enjoy it. Not when the Norse God of Mischief was playing mental footsies with you, and staring at you like he was going to consume your very soul.
After a while you made a point not to look in his direction, but it didn't stop you from noticing his presence. And though you only glanced his way a handful of times- somewhere in the 20ish mark - you knew without a doubt that he was watching you. You could feel it; you knew it. For why else would cold prickles have run down your spine in such a rapid
The Rowan Tree: X-Men TradeThe Rowan Tree: X-Men Trade by Tarnisis
The Rowan Tree
It was 10:30 in the morning on a weekday, and if it had been a regular morning, Rowan would have been immersed in her studies with fellow classmates. But today wasn't normal. . . For how could the young woman's day be normal if she wasn't?
The red headed twenty year old ran through the empty halls of the large school, and didn't slow down even as she passed through the nearest exit. Her reasons were her own, as was her panic. The only thoughts registering in her mind were ones warning her to get out of sight; away from the school and all prying eyes.
So instead of pausing once outside, the distressed youth continued to sprint towards the thicket of bushes and trees that rested on the far side of the manor. Rowan had only been at the Professor Xavier's school for a month, but after her first day of classes had concluded, she had made the effort to map out the quickest escape routes. Now, as she entered the shelter o
Poetry ScribblesDon't play me the fool for naughtPoetry Scribbles by Tarnisis
Whether broken or merely distraught
Believe what you say, with your opinion displayed,
But for what is it that you have fought?
A reason without any rhyme
Our souls live within the time
Forget the motions, of Love's sweet potions
No longer lost or blind.
A champion lost in a wood
His bravery left for good
Think of the gain, not the loss of his name
Would you embrace him if you could?
Eloquence with a flash of a dare
Making ladies stop and stare
A poisonous bite with a gigantic might
What a devilish pair.
The ending of our song
We shall leave, and we must be strong.
With a wave and a bow, and a 'by your leave now'
We shall return to where we belong.
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