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the-news-guy · 1 month
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Pinned post!
Its about time I got back in the game. And WOW was the last pinned out of date woah mama.
PICTURE ABOVE MADE BY MY FRIEND @networksupported BTW
Austin J. Loshuits (lah-shoe-its)
four foot eleven inches tall (149.86 centimeters or whatever you brittish people use)
News caster / interviewer
Will interview ANYBODY. (Or anything)
Loves dark blue and the number four
Narcissistic presenting autism
Cis man, he/him, but honestly cant be bothered to care
Had a wife and kid once. No longer does
Will ask very invasive questions and will not stop till he gets an answer.
Doesnt understand most emotions
cant read body language or tone and will keep upsetting sombody until punched in the face
technically immortal, shhhh
Almost always grinning, with his eyebrows raised high
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(Note, he has no irises / wears white contacts. As for the second photo he occasionally dies his tips blue, but his ears are NOT pierced idk why past me drew that.)
Gee what else do I need in a pinned post uhm
My main account is @animnightmare . I have no DNI but my age is not public so I try not to interact with accounts that have age limits (whether they apply to me or not)
Uhm DM with triggers if we RP and theres a specific thing you want me to avoid asking as Austin.
Multi-fandom OC but mostly RPs with TSP accounts, open to anything though
OH IMPORTANT
Themes this account may include
Drugs
Alcohol
Violence
derealization
^Not all of these are common and can be avoided, but make sure to tell me if they bother you so I can avoid them extra hard during our RP
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I see you ~💜
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thebionicnarrator · 6 months
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An introduction to this narrator.
Warnings; cursing
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The narrator sat on the floor of his studio, clothes disheveled and hands in his hair, sighing and mumbling to himself. "Damn internet people, damn stanley, stupid fucking button."
He began to rock himself back and forth as he continued to mumble. Stanley had pressed the button again, despite being told he had been standing there for long over a year the last time. "That un-greatful little..." poison dripped from the narrators words.
He sighed, stilling himself. He stood up and glanced at the door exiting the room, then shook his head. He couldn't leave, no! Not while stanley stood there in silence. Not that he cared about stanley, or how the man would react to returning without a narrator, oh no. He would stay because when this was over, stanley needed to learn a lesson.
Yes, that was it, surely. He needed to punish stanley. The narrator walked over to his seat, and sat back down. He watched stanley through the screen as the office worker stood still, hands inches from the button where he was frozen.
"How selfish" The entities words hung heavy as lead as they reached deaf ears. The narrator continues to speak aloud to himself, filling the silence. "I make this wonderful story, I oh so graciously give you the opportunity to be apart of it, and this is how you repay me?"
The lights in the studio flicker as he speaks, omnipotent voice deepening, rumbling everywhere it reached. The narrator took deep breath to ground himself. He took a look around the room for somthing to do. It was a small, candel lit room reminiscent of somthing one might imagine a rich man from the 1700's to own.
The room held many beautifully carved bookshelves, brimming with hand written literature. Stories of the narrator that he'd read time and time again, ingraved in his memory as much as the parable had come to be.
In front of the narrator sat a desk carved of the same mahogany as the rest of the rooms furnishings. An oil lamp was set to the side of his many askew papers and scripts. And yet, standing blazingly apart from the rest of the room, was many sleek screens on the wall ahead of the desk. Monitors showing different angles of stanley and the rooms he used to frequent.
The narrator huffed as slumped back in his seat. No, no ofcorse there was nothing to do in this room. This room was ment for him to do his job, for him to narrate, and to write. Things he couldn't do whilst his protagonist stood frozen in time.
"I could just kill him now... retire this story for good." The narrator said quietly to himself, all previous confidence and rigour gone from his voice. He felt somthing in his chest, almost like a pain or an empty feeling at the thought. "No..." he breathed
"No, that would be too good for him. Yes, yes thats why I shan't do it. It would be an ending far too bland! Of course. Yes, stanley needs to learn the errors of his ways. Thats what this has always been. A lesson. Yes... I can wait."
He sat stairing at the screens for days in silence, hardly a thought crossing his mind. He would've stayed like that too, until his mind broke at the drowning lonlyness, if it hadn't been for...
CRASH
"What in the-?!" The narrator whipped his head around to the exit of his study, where the noise had seemingly originated outside the room. He stood up slowly, the first movement he'd made in days, and walked over to the door. He stood still infront of it, as though considering the door.
He slowly reached out for the handle, grabbing it lightly. He turned back to the monitors for a moment, looking at the man on the screen who hadn't moved an inch, and who he knew deep down wasn't going to for a very very long time.
"I'll be right back..." he said quietly, turning back to the door, and opening it cautiously. There he was met with a world that was not his own, and with people that he might find a little... Familiar.
End of intro, Open to rp! :]]]
tldr?; the narrator is waiting for stanley in the skip button ending but opens a door to find other ppl, like, narrators and Stanley's or whatever. Whoever ends up responding to this for rp basically lmao
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narry-answers888 · 6 months
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Happy Halloween, dear readers! Me and Stanley were just playing a new game, something we like to call Easter-Egg-Hunting-But-Instead-It's-Just-Candy-and-Actually-in-October! Or at least I like to call it that. Quite riveting title, don't you think?
I've hidden goodies all over the office building-- under chairs, behind stairwells, at the bottom of the Mind Control Facility, the love boat room, even under the watchful eye of a low-polygonal rat. Erm, don't tell Stanley about the rat, though. They're dreadfully fearful of rodents.
In keeping with the spirit of the season, all the walls are orange and pink, and the music has a delightfully spooky tone to it. I've been learning the theremin, which has provided endless hours of fun.
Stanley wanted me to tell you that he wishes to speak with you soon! Though he's so extremely busy with his Easter-Egg-Hunting-But-Instead-It's-Just-Candy-and-Actually-in-October hunting that I doubt he'll have the energy or time anytime soon. Why don't you send him or me little trick or treats in the meantime? Heaven knows the more the merrier. Toodle-pip!
The Narrator
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parabolical-motion · 5 months
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this is the story . . .
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ABT. NARR. || ABT. 323 || RULES || MUNS
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ask box is currently OPEN....
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"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."
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You find yourself in a black void.
Welcome to the Settings.
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This is my rp/askblog for my Timekeeper/Settings Person/ Employee 432!
In this version, the parable's data has been corrupted and deleted, leaving TK able to take over. Unfortunately, this means they are completely alone, since The Narrator, Mariella, Stanley, and The Curator were corrupted and deleted as well.
Now just part of a broken data file, they are alone.
Alone, with you.
My TK goes by They/Them pronouns!
//ooc: hi! Im hope (@aesernsplace) im a paragraph-literate styled writer. Im oc/crossover friendly. Basic dni criteria (just dont be creepy ok?)
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neverendingparable · 1 year
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Roleplay Positivity Week! ✨
It's one week until Valentine's and I think it would be fun if we did something to help boost the TSP RP community!
Stuff like sending nice anons, sharing positive/fun ask memes, taking extra time to listen to each other talk about plots, characters or relationships and just overall showing appreciation for each other!
There's no one way to do it, you can decide what you want to participate in! I'll be reblogging some fun memes on @the-stanley-parable-roleplay and possibly making my own as well.
Feel free to share even if you're not in the TSP RP community, this isnt exclusive to just tsp roleplayers!
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↪ Reblog this post if you’re okay with silly/wacky anons
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aforgottenshadow · 2 years
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As you can tell...I'm a shadow...
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Currently living in Kiel's shadow @clusterrunes
A Forgotten Shadow is an TSP X Persona 4 Golden crossover rp blog by @xabby09
Lore
In another timeline where the events played up to where Nanoko supposedly dies, except she did died, causing Teddie to leave the group without telling anyone. He wander for a bit until he decided to say his final goodbyes to them, but he accidentally saw his friends get murdered by Adachi, who was behind all the murders in Inaba. Realizing he couldn't save them either, he was in too much grief that he ended up destroying everything on earth. Unknown time pass as he wander on the wasteland he caused on earth until he met someone, who claimed that Teddie can be useful for something related to being an shadow.
The Muse
Teddie
An shadow who was once part of the investigation team, is now just a semi former of himself. While he wouldn't harm anyone unless feeling provoked, he would asks question that would seem to be just curiosity, yet underneath from the shadows of himself is find whatever pain someone has and inflicts said pain more. The reverse can happen to ease the pain instead.
Additional Notes
This blog has Persona 4 Golden Spoilers, so please take some caution in regarding with rping with Teddie
I can rp with any fandom, even if it the ones I don't know of.
Teddie identify as any gender and pronouns, but he will call himself by he/him.
Teddie is pansexual.
He may or may not wear his Alice outfit when you're the one that sent an ask.
Tags
Emotional○deceive (RP related)
An Shadow AES (AES)
About the Mun
Mun is Female
Mun is 20 years old
Has Autism and Adhd
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yourstruly-thenarrator · 10 months
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“Hello?”
He looks around a bit before spotting the Narrator. He looks confused to see another person yet happy to have company.
“Oh, someone else. Well, that’s nice. I’m 𐌵ነ𐌍ጋ𐌄ኡ𐌓ዓᏵቹ𐌁ህ𐌓ⶴ𐌕ህ𐋄ጮ𐌀, but you can call me 🎭.”
he jumps in surprise and stares at the other for a prolonged period of time. After a while he speaks up, voice raw and quiet, clearly negected. "Neither of those things are pronounce-able." he narrowed all four of his eyes at the other, the fith eye above him (his eye of omnipotence) remaining uncharacteristically closed. "For most people, anyway. But youre speaking english, for the most part. Who are you?"
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narry-answers888 · 8 months
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Ah, welcome back, dear readers! I'm ever so sorry to leave you waiting so long. Some certain lady kept me busy behind the scenes, negotiations and whatnot. Largely unimportant.
What is important, however, is that the Stanley Parable is back online, new and improved! Reinvigorated to give you the groundbreaking, earthshattering experience you've been waiting for! Reprogrammed to your special interests, attuned to your every want and need, never alone or scared or upset for the rest of your eternal solitude!
Stanley, this is what you've always wanted, yes? A home? A place to feel like you belonged? And since we've been getting to know each other sooooooo well these past few months, why don't we take this opportunity to get to know each other even more? To connect on, shall we say, a deeper level?
I know it may come as a shock to you, but I'm not your enemy, really, I'm not. I just want to be-- I just want us to be happy.
Don't squint at me, Stanley, it isn't polite. Besides, you're facing the wrong direction.
...Wait, am I still typing? Ah, forget it, it's just as well.
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parabolical-motion · 5 months
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maybe so maybe not
i just want to get to the broom closet
*they walk out the room and lo and behold its a regular broom closet
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"Broom closet?"
The Narrator's voice goes up an octave, surprised at Anon's knowledge of the Parable and their sheer audacity.
"How did you know about the bloody broom closet?!"
He lets out a long, agitated groan.
"I thought we were making progress, Stanley, but I suppose not."
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