Welcome to my horror/comedy writing and roleplay blog, heavily inspired by The Stanley Parable, as well as influenced by The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the works of Stephen King, and other works and media that have stricken my fancy over the years. Things are about to get a bit horrific, a bit silly, and a bit Stanley. One may never know what’s lurking around the corner or inside that copy machine. But don’t worry, THE END IS NEVER THE END, so no matter how many times you die, you’ll always be right at home here in the Office!
Semi-Selective - Non-Mutual Exclusive - 21+ Minors DNI - See Rules for details regarding who I will follow back - Mun is in her 30's - Open to all crossovers, canons, OCs, and self-inserts - Multifandom, Multimuse, and Multiship!
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✨ Follows back from @spaceyraccoon ✨
Updated 11/04/2025
✨ Doomsday & James are my main muses! Most interactions will come from them! ✨
Mobile friendly bios for each individual muse are available by clicking on their name below:
Sunday - 🔆 Cyrus
Monday - 🌙 Doomsday
Tuesday - 🏃 James Wolfe / 💄 Mariella Rigby
Wednesday - 💻 Oleander/432 / 🧸 September/432
Thursday - ⭐🌌 Thursday
Friday - 🏢 Dorian
Saturday - 🧍 Stanley Johnson /👤 Shadow Stanley
✨ Current Activity Status: Pretty slow, unfortunately. My days are broken up by appointments nearly every day, and after my kid gets home from school I can be pretty busy until he goes to bed. After that, depending on how tired I am, I may get to a reply or two. I try to write at least one reply, and sometimes I go with whichever one seems to have the highest muse at the time. If you aren't sure if I've seen your reply or have it saved in my drafts, feel free to reach out and ask.
These days I tend to be more casual roleplay than active roleplay blog. I tend to do more in the way of casual writing and posting musings and things that inspire my muses than a lot of active roleplaying. I simply don't have the time, energy, or motivation to do a lot of heavy roleplaying the way I used to, so I come and go at my leisure.
I still enjoy writing and roleplaying, though, so I am here to do just that. If you wish to interact with me, please keep these things in mind. My replies may be slow and will tend to lean more towards what interests me first - the rest will follow on a schedule. If this does not suit your needs, I understand and harbor no ill will towards you.
As for my activity status here on my blog, I tend to be more active in the mornings and evenings (CST). Also, it's very difficult for me to be active much on weekends as I am quite busy, especially on Saturdays. ✨
*More information about lore, etc. below the cut
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✳Locations
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Post-Apocalyptic Fictional Earth
The In-Between
Dimension 42
Soatera
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✳Creatures and Beings
Ghosts
Nightcrawlers
The Dampening
The Line™
The Retcon
Living Buildings
✳History
Pre-Parable - The history of ABC Corp aka the Haunted Office.
The Stanley Parable - The Narrators and Stanley Parable navigating the Parable together.
Post-Parable - Everything that has taken place since the beginning of this blog. This will be doled out on an as-needed basis in threads, via asks, in DMs, etc.
✳Other
Office Roles (and other Office lingo)
The Nature of the Offices
Parables Unsolved
Doom's Cursed Rocks
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The Haunted Office logo in pinned post commissioned from @alabonshay
Profile image commissioned from @potato-lord-but-not
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Trying to decide which eyes I like better for my Narraday bear. I have a couple more options that are supposed to be arriving tomorrow, but right now I have silver and "moon beams" (the white pupil ones).
Pics taken without flash and then wish flash. The dark blue of her fur is kind of difficult to see.
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James: Oh noooo, please don't kill me! Not that! All because some bees love me? I'm just a little flower to them. Are you gonna spray me with weedkiller? Or pluck off all my petals? 🥺
James: (smiling, kneels down - carefully, so as not to hurt the swarm of bees on his ass - and offers the top of his head like it's... well... an offering) Anything for my queen. Just don't... hurt my little beebees. (Sniffles)
James: Oh noooo, please don't kill me! Not that! All because some bees love me? I'm just a little flower to them. Are you gonna spray me with weedkiller? Or pluck off all my petals? 🥺
So I'm trying to figure out what clothes I want to make for my Ed plushie--Got plans for satin pajamas using this fabric:
and more nebulous plans for a pigoen kigurumi onesie later once I get the fabric for it. I also want to make an outfit based on his actual look from the movie, which I have most of the patterns for. Only thing is, I have no idea what color his shirt is, or what color I should make it.
I can't for the life of me decide what color his shirt is because the scene is so dark. Is it grey? Blue? Something else?
Anyway, some color combos I've been considering but can't which to go with:
Pants and waistcoat:
Shirt:
Ascot tie:
Do I think he in any of the itterations I write would wear the purple publicly? maybe for the ascot, but otherwise no, though I'd like to imagine in a universe where he is more confident, he would.
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It's not explicitly stated, but Thursday was allowing herself to absorb all of Stanley's anger about his body being saved in the freezer, because Cyrus had been involved in it too. Cyrus had also had a hand in the idea to save Stanley's body until they could figure out a way of bringing him back, it's just that Stanley hadn't known that, so his ghost was only angry at Thursday and only attacking her. And later when Stanley did ultimately get brought back, he was still only upset with her.
Thursday was protecting Cyrus, not only because she cares about him, but also because she knows how much Cyrus loves Stanley and how much it would have devastated him for Stanley to hate him as much as he hated her.
She eventually got tired of being the punching bag, though. She couldn't handle all the hate from Stanley for something that boiled down to a misunderstanding and miscommunication between ghost and living, while Cyrus sat back and reaped all the benefits, while he and Stanley still continued to get along as if nothing had happened between them. Thursday experienced a lot of things like that growing up, where she was blamed for things that were not her fault or she was thrown under the bus and forced to take the fall for someone else. This time, she just couldn't take it anymore and broke.
Also it's a bit more subtle, but it's a play on how in various media, there will be a man character and a woman character who both behave similarly and both have the same kind of character arc and do the same kind of "bad" things, but the audience will react wildly different to the man character than they will to the woman. They will forgive the man character and see him as complex and deeply flawed but still ultimately deserving of forgiveness and all kinds of introspection, while the woman character is just dismissed as evil and a terrible person and there will never be any forgiving her.
Stanley looks up from where he is sitting in a grouping of cubicles, playing Solitaire. Solitaire is his forte, and he is totally unmatched by any other not only in the Office, but in the entire world. The fact that the rest of humanity has ceased to exist as a result of the apocalypse is irrelevant. If they were still around, Stanley would still be the unmatched Solitaire champion, and that is a fact. As it is, this knowledge is something that everyone is blissfully unaware of, even as he plays game after game after game of it, day in and day out.
Alas. This is how anyone who finds Stanley knows they'll find him. They don't mind interrupting him, and - on the whole - Stanley doesn't mind being interrupted. He can play the game to his heart's content, at his own whim, per his own free will, because here, now, outside the Parable, he can make his own choices, even though that's sometimes difficult for him to do. It's never difficult for him to choose to play Solitaire. Solitaire is his go-to choice. His "default", you might say.
(Cut here due to length!!)
Choosing how to respond to Thursday, though... is something entirely different.
He doesn't know how to respond to her. Not now.
It was easy at first, when they first met, when she came at him with excitement and adoration, the way the rest of them did. A new Stanley. Not just a new guest in the Office, but a whole new Stanley. Whatever that meant. Of course, he learned with time that he was not a lone Stanley, perhaps not even the first, perhaps not even the last, but one of many, one of a long, long line of Stanleys, a circle, a fractal, a never-ending parade of Protagonists going by the same name with the same purpose, a man created to fill this... role of a man named Stanley. And these people loved him for it. For that one, simple fact.
It took Stanley a while to come to terms with that. Not just that one, simple fact, but the whole of it. His role, his existence, the fact that there was one who came before him, what happened to the one who came before him, what this meant for him now, what this meant for all Stanleys out there, what he wanted for himself, if this meant that he was really free or not, just... who was he really? He's still trying to figure all these things out. Was still trying to figure out all those things when The Big Event Happened, bringing him to now.
Which brings Thursday to him now. Again. He can feel it. There's no other reason for her to be here. At first, back at the beginning, she'd have approached him with unbridled joy and excitement, pulled him along by one of his arms on some adventure or other, and he'd have gone along willingly enough. She was fun to be around, as much fun as any of the others, but now...
Stanley regards her with the same look he's been regarding her with for the last seven months - one of guarded acknowledgement, like letting her know he can see her, but that's about it. He doesn't want to engage her much in any other way. There's too much resentment there now.
He does decide to grace her with a small nod, though, and in response to that Thursday seems to brighten. Moves closer. Says, "How are you?"
Stanley shrugs. Looks back at his computer screen. Moves some cards around.
Thursday deflates at that. Sighs.
"Stanley, I, um... Can we talk, please?" she asks, tone low and soft.
Stanley doesn't really want to talk to her. Not now. Not ever, really. Not after everything that happened. Not after what she did to him. But who knows. Maybe she'll have something different to say this time. And knowing her, she won't leave him alone until she says what she has to say, so he may as well sit here and let her say it and then he can get back to playing Solitaire.
He shrugs again and moves a few more cards around before sitting back in his chair and giving her at least some semblance of his attention.
Thursday stands like she doesn't know whether she should sit or stand or approach him in some other way. Like he might attack her. Like he's a loaded weapon. Or a delicate wet piece of paper. Either way, she stands there, her hands opening and closing in a moment of indecision before she finally spits it out. "I'm sorry, Stanley. I'm sorry for what I did. For going against your wishes and- and putting your body in that bag, and then- and then putting it in the freezer. Okay? I'm- I really thought- Honestly, Stanley, I thought that's what you wanted- what you would have wanted. I didn't know that you wanted to- that you didn't want that. I didn't know."
Stanley doesn't answer her at first. He just sits there quietly, not looking at her, not only because this is a touchy subject for both of them - it's not only a touchy subject, it's the subject, The Big Event - but because he can't stand the look she's giving him, that beseeching look. She's the one who violated him. Who violated his autonomy. Who took away his right to die. Who stuck his body into a bag and put it in a freezer. Like an experiment. Where was his right to any dignity in any of that? And yet she wants to look at him like she's the victim?
Every time. Every time she does this, just like his Narrator. And he can't fucking stand it.
Taking in a sharp breath, Stanley finally raises his gaze and looks at her. Pins her with his sharp, dark eyes. Raises his hands and signs, "I tried to tell you. I tried, when I was a ghost, and you wouldn't listen. You wouldn't listen to me. You-"
Thursday tries to cut in, "But, Stanley-"
But Stanley doesn't let her. He puts up a hand, stopping her. And then he continues. "You instead put up a sign in that freezer telling other people NOT to help me. Telling other people NOT to move my body, NOT to bury me. You wanted to keep me prisoner here!"
"I didn't want you to die, Stanley!" Thursday interjects, a bit angrily.
"I was already dead!" Stanley counters, the contraction of his expression illustrating his own anger.
"Wh- You know what I mean! I didn't want you to stay dead! And I thought you didn't want that either! What happened to you was an accident! A genuine, freak of an accident! I was trying to preserve your body until we could find a way of bringing you back! That's why I did what I did!"
Stanley huffs a sharp puff of air between his lips. "Except I DID try to tell you-"
Thursday scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh, come off it, Stanley! Tried to tell me how exactly? Huh? By shoving me down the stairs and killing me? Exploding a bunch of light bulbs over my head?" Thursday illustrates all this by waving her hands over her head dramatically. "How exactly is that clear? And you know what? I didn't hold that against you! And yet you're- you're- rrrrrgggh! - you're gonna sit there and hold all this against me! Only me?"
Stanley presses his lips together, folds his arms, and leans back in his chair, raising his eyebrows at her, as if to say, Yeah, as a matter of fact, I am, what do you plan to do about it?
"Ohhhhh, that's great, Stanley, just great," Thursday practically growls back at him. "So that's it then? This is it? You're just gonna- You're just- You're gonna be mad at me forever? You're gonna-" Her voice breaks, and it must have been unexpected because she presses both hands against her face, as if trying to stop herself from crying. "You're gonna hate me forever for trying to help you. For what I thought was the right thing. For- For making a mistake. An honest mistake."
There's a beat of silence. Of no reaction from Stanley.
And then...
...another quiet shrug from him.
For a moment, as Stanley sits there and looks at her, seeing the passage of emotions on her face, he sees fire there. He sees rage. He sees a serious moment pass where she looks like she wants to hurt him. Like she wants to shove him out of his chair, or worse.
She doesn't do any of that though, although the anger remains there. She says, "What about Cyrus?"
Stanley's eyebrows go up in question.
"Cyrus - what about him?" she repeats.
Scoffing, Stanley signs, "What about him?"
"You've forgave him. Why?"
Stanley doesn't answer, because he doesn't understand what she's getting at. So he sits there quietly, and waits for her to elaborate. A moment later, she does.
"Cyrus did the exact same thing I did, and yet you have forgiven him. In full. For all of it. Did you know that?" she says, breathing hard with anger, perhaps with something else Stanley doesn't understand. There are tears in her eyes and she looks like she wants to hurt him again. "Yeah. He was right there with me, shovel in hand, scooping up your splattered remains off the ground and loading it onto that cart. Pouring it into that body bag. Zipping it up. Loading it into the freezer. I mean, sure, he didn't write the sign and didn't touch all your insides as much as I did because he's a lot more squeamish than I am, so don't blame him for that, but other than that, he agreed with it all. With everything else. He agreed to keep you in there until we could find a way of bringing you back. And yet you didn't fucking attack him. Didn't shove him down the stairs. Didn't explode light bulbs over his head. Haven't held anything over his head. Nope. You've forgiven him completely. Gone right back to having tea time right up there in the control booth with him. Why?"
Stanley still doesn't answer. Doesn't have an answer for all that. Because he didn't know. He had no idea. Why had his ghost latched so easily onto the idea that Thursday had acted alone and that Cyrus hadn't had anything to do with any of it? Was it because he loved Cyrus? Or was it because... something else? Some other reason he couldn't understand? Was Thursday just messing with him now? What was going on?
"Pfft," Thursday scoffs. It seems all her anger has been redirected, funneled into a different direction. "I'll tell you why, Stanley. It's because you never thought he could do it. You never stopped to think he could, because Cyrus is perfect, isn't he? Cyrus can't do any wrong in your eyes. But me? I'm just the fuck-up. The one who makes mistakes. The obnoxious girl who... who what, Stanley? Won't leave you alone? Won't let you die? Well. All right. You get your wish now. I'll leave you alone now." She pauses only to wipe away some tears that have fallen, seeming more annoyed by them than anything else. "And I want you to leave me alone, too. And Mae. I don't- I don't want you around us. I don't care what else you do. I don't give a shit anymore, Stanley. I can't care anymore. Just stay the fuck away from me and my daughter."
And that's it. That's the last thing Thursday says before sniffing back more tears, turning, and leaving. Leaving Stanley to his Solitaire. Still the best in the entire world.
Reblogging because this came up the other day. I forgot that Cyrus did actually somewhat handle Stanley's remains. Not to the degree that Thursday did, but yeah, he did.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
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I'm sorry to say that James is 100% the type of person who would be sitting there one day criticizing people for standing in line and fighting over Trader Joe's pastel tote bags, and then be standing in line himself fighting someone for a new Labubu release the very next day. xD
What skill does your OC need to work on improving? (For James)
Ugly OC Asks
So. Many. Hahaha.
Respecting other people's boundaries is the first one that comes to mind and is probably the most important. But i don't know if that's worth going into, because I think we all already know about this one. >>;
Also recognizing himself and truly loving who he is, who JAMES is. Just being happy with himself and by himself. We've talked a lot about that already too, though.
A big one around the Office - pitching in and helping before he is asked, and then not expecting praise or a reward for it afterwards. As we all know, James thrives on attention, and doing things for others just to be nice? Just because it's expected of him? Just to be helpful? Well, that's not going to get him much attention or praise, is it! It's just the baseline of what people expect. Like cleaning your room. Who praises you for that? That's how James sees chores around the Office, even the ones everyone benefits from. It doesn't even cross his mind that he should be out there with Thursday pulling those Kudzu Cables off the building every day, because if they don't, the cables will hurt the Office, and that affects ALL of them, including the Office itself, who is sentient and needs to be cared for too.
So yeah, learning to care for others and to do things for others and for shared spaces just because it needs to be done and without expectation for praise or a reward... definitely something he needs to work on.
