#the narrator

[outofthefuckinblue]

This post makes me do it (got lazy I just traced that shot

#fight club #tyler durden #the narrator #stuff i drew

[incorrect-slaytheprincess]

the narrator: do you do anything but whine like a little bitch?

the cheated: sometimes i whine like a BIG bitch.

#slay the princess #the narrator #voice of the cheated

[artblogbyhailey]

first Stanley parable art

#the stanley parable #stanley parable #the narrator #stannarrator #stanley parable ultra deluxe

[cherrishnoodles]

soapship central

#fight club #soapshipping #tyler durden #fight club 1999 #the narrator #fanart #narrator fight club #tyler x narrator #shitpost #awww bb u fucked eggs ur not supposed to do that #i hate them #ugly gays #ARGH #soapship

[pinkuushi]

Has anyone else heard about this lost Fight Club game and does anyone know how I can download it without the anti piracy message

#fight club #fight club 1999 #fight club game #fight club video game #fight club ps2 #the narrator #tyler durden #marla singer #fight club edit #alight motion

[crimson-dianxia]

Leon Stamatis

from the fiction audio drama podcast i've been listening to non stop on my semester break: @greaterblogston

#leon stamatis #greater boston #fanart #greater boston podcast #i cant draw men especially any past the age of 25 #anyways i love leon so so so much. going to have to say goodbye to him in a few episodes is going to break my heart #the narrator #no like literally i sit there listening feeling sick every time something bad happens to do with leon

[evans-gallery]

Kurt Kelly and Jason Dean as Tyler and narrator from f**** c***! dop memes undercut

#heathers #kurt kelly #artists on tumblr #art #jason dean #evansgallery #fight club #fight club 1999 #fight club tyler durden #fight club narrator #tyler durden #the narrator #soapshipping #i thought it would be funny to add actors names on a poster #heathers 1989

[naughtybg3confessions]

Please, narrator, please order me through touching myself and then tell me I'm wonderful

#dirty confessions #the narrator

[jackslesbiansubconcious]

APUSH fight club doodles. This one goes out to @irishcoyote

#fight club #doodles #my art #tyler durden #the narrator #ap us history #apush #apush me off a cliff

[employee052]

sonk, the hedge

#artswin #tsp narrator #oc #self sona #tspud narrator #the narrator #sonic style #sonic oc #sonic au #also get it #get it #hes a #hes a silver fox #idk

[oicuperp]

in the fight club. straight up "fighting it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Myself

#is this thing on #hope im the first one to do this or i'll cry . #sid.txt #fight club #fight club 1999 #the narrator #fight club narrator #narrator fight club

[fulcrums501st]

#fight club #the narrator #tyler durden #fight club movie #barbie #barbie movie #the barbie movie #barbenheimer #he’s just ken #ken barbie #letterboxd #Ken #patriarchy #toxic masculinity

[a-lilac-lyric]

Slay the Princess in a Nutshell

#slay the princess #The Voice of the Smitten #The Voice of the Skeptic #The Voice of the Cheated #The Voice of the Opportunist #The Narrator #The Voice of the Hero

[eaudecrow]

My new year resolution is to start posting again, and I’m kicking it off with my piece from @destinationunownzine! I’m so proud to be featured alongside so many other talented artists, one last thanks to the mods for putting it all together

#submas #pokemon #the stanley parable #tsp #pla #emmet #the narrator #my art #comics

[cherrishnoodles]

The narrator has never seen Tyler show any form of affection towards anyone. His *thing* with Marla was pure lust diguised as misconstructed affection, something Tyler was particularly good at. But there was always something more to their relationship; a small hand movement, reaching for the Narrator in the hall when the latter passed to get out of the house. It took some time for this seed to grow into something; and it was quiet, always. Whatever Tyler did, as shocking or out of character as it might be, it was never to be mentioned in the moment nor anytime after it. It was like a dirty secret, hidden away in the darkest corners of a mind too complexed by violent emotions to fully grasp its concept.

It started out slow, the hand finally reaching the back of the Narrator's shirt as he's walking out the door.

"Tyler?" The Narrator had said, in slight confusion more than judgment. But it was too late, the damage was instantaneous and Tyler let go, turning around with a quiet " ...'thing", walking away from his friend back into the house. The further in he went the more painful his thoughts became, clawing at him like odors of ammonium or gas from a stove left open nearby.

Whatever was happening to him, it would be kept quiet.

After this instance, it took at least a month for something of a similar nature to occur again. It was after a rough night at Fight Club, a combination of exhaustion from the Narrator and a particularly wound up man, tall and muscular, ready to eat at the Narrator. After the fight, Tyler helped the Narrator walk home, serving as a cane to his slightly broken up friend.

Once they got home, the Narrator took his arm off, ready to nurse himself back to health on his own, as was custom between the two men. As he looked at Tyler walking up the stairs, he suddenly noticed a movement in Tyler's hand, a movement indicating "Come, follow me." Of course, he did just that.

Once up on the second floor, Tyler walked to their common bathroom, where all their medicine and treatments were somewhat neatly arranged together in the cabinet above the sink. Tyler closed the lid to the toilet, and signed to the Narrator to sit down on it. Taken aback by the strange actions of his once "show me pity and I will make you regret it" roomate, the Narrator simply followed orders like a lost puppy, positioning himself somewhat comfortably on the closed seat. After a short instant, Tyler came closer, holding bandages and disinfectant. The Narrator could barely believe his eyes.

"Tyler? What are y-"

"Sh." That was it. Nothing more, nothing less, just a short sound and a finger on the mouth. Then, there was an understanding between them: if this is to happen again, I want not a single word spoken.

So, in total silence, Tyler gently dabbed the Narrator's cuts and bruises, applying the right treatments and whatnot to every area in need of such. The Narrator watched, in awe, expecting to get thrice the treatment he got at Fight Club from Tyler. But once the ordeal was over, Tyler simply cleaned up, put everything back in its place, and that was done. The Narrator sat there for another fifteen minutes, pondering on the meaning of Tyler's actions, if there were any. Eventually he simply let go, understanding this was perhaps another of Mother Nature's great mysteries. He didn't see Tyler for the rest of the night, probably exhausted from that small showing of affection towards someone some would consider their closest friend. The Narrator went to sleep, accepting that maybe, Tyler just needed to make a right to undo a wrong he had done earlier, or just something to make it make sense. But it never really did in the end.

This instance is what really set the ball in motion, though very slowly. After that, it was shoulders touching on the bus where they previously had empty spaces, even a small accidental touch wouldve set off an alarm of shame onto every unknowing citizen within a 50 mile radius. The Narrator took it in, looking in slight disbelief the first time, but quickly accepting it, even embracing it after a few times. After that, another unspoken thing evidently, came the hands touching. When they'd sit next to each other, no matter the place, if the Narrator had his hand openly placed next to Tyler, the latter would arrange his hand to brush the Narrator's slightly, briefly, like the fleeting appearance of a shooting star in a moonless night sky. Since the Narrator never pulled away from these moments, Tyler slowly became more forward, purposefully placing his hand next the Narrator's, their skin now touching, burning, yearning. It never went further than that, at least not with the hands.

But sometimes, when there was nothing to do, and they were both too lonely to read medical magazines separated in their rooms, they'd sit on the desolate amalgamation of pillows and duvets they affectionately called a couch downstairs, turn on the tv, and simply place their bodies in close proximity, their skin and clothes comfortably against the other's. The Narrator was used to this by now, and simply appreciated what little acknowledgement Tyler had regarding him. These moments were like drops of heaven to two repressed and touch-starved men, both too wind up on old-school ideas of what is right or wrong, what is deserving of pain and suffering and what is pure and innocent.

They had both immensly suffered from the association of simple feelings to hatred and loathing, burying everything far beneath the earth, where no mortal man would ever be capable of digging them up, sentencing them to a lifetime of suffering at the hands of people with clouded judgments.

This was their redemption.

#might write more #fight club #soapshipping #tyler durden #fight club 1999 #the narrator #narrator fight club #fanfic #tyler x narrator #tyler showing affection #WHERE ??? #narrator x tyler #soapship

[mavioo30]

Time traveler: *moves a chair*

The timeline:

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#This is a Chell and Stanley switch btw #in case I butchered their characters so much they're unrecognizable #SO FOR SOME FUCKING REASON #EVERYTHING WAS AGAINST ME POSTING THIS TO TUMBLR EVEN THO I MADE IT WEEKS AGO #like it ALWAYS fails to upload until now #portal #portal 2 #portal chell #chell #stanley #the stanley parable #the narrator #the narrator stanley parable #GLaDOS #Fanart #ALSO I SWEAR THIS ISN'T AI ART I JUST SUCK AT DRAWING HANDS IGNORE STANLEY'S HAND #My art