liddol stanley and narrator from my silly liddol au.. We have no good quality it is 10 pm and quality doesnt exist
i like to headcanon the narrator as tall and slightly younger than expected due to the fact he was able to tailor his form exactly to how he’d want it.. heavens know he wouldn’t want to be shorter than stanley
leshy is my weird tree forest deity grandpa and you can’t convince me otherwise. i hated him so much at the start mainly because of how i kept dying as well as knowing the fact that he trapped the other scrybes in cards but that one line during the finale, “I sense the end approaching. Please… a few more rounds.” just hit me so hard when i played it and now i’ll kinda admit i care about him a bit.
random headcanon of mine is that when you die in kaycee’s mod since he isn’t shown trapping you in a deathcard, i like to think he just has this random power of being able to put you to sleep my covering your eyes and then you wake back up when you start a new run. also kinda like the idea of him just putting everything back in its place and tidying stuff up while you’re eeping off in the corner of the cabin.
hey btw if you’re any sort of queer exclusionist i want nothing to do with you thx byeee
SILLY LITTLE TIMEKEEPER DOODLES !! concepts for a future project muahaha, they go by any pronouns as of right now (they them preferred!), and their body fluctuates based on emotions and the will to appear human
how do people make writing a multi-chapter fic with a coherent plot look so easy
im sitting here with the equivalent of one of those stupid flow charts they made you use in elementary school in my head in order to organize everything
i just want stanley and narrator to kiss why is that so hard to ask for
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
STANLEY!! ART BLAST!!! finally got around to porting some doodles from my sketchbook to tumblr only two realize theres two pieces im actually proud of
enjoy my stanley design and a liddol side by side comparison of stan and narr