#InSomniphic’s Art for Others

[insomniphic]

Stanley hug request from @marionette-j2x!

A response from this previous post!

Ft. @blackkatdraws’ Stanley

[insomniphic]

Kat dragged me down with her smh 🤦‍♀️

I'm sad they didn't put him in more feminine clothing, I was so happy whenever I saw him in girls clothes :(

[marionette-j2x]

TSP (mostly from my AU) Art Dump Go!

Loser think he's so cool...

Narrator -> Slays

Stanley -> ...slay?????

From the "Parable Academy" by @meiitenn . Don't ask. Even I don't know what even happened. I just got too silly- ft. Narrator with a wrong and right sized school uniform.

STRANGER DANGER-!

"Pictures"

Curator: "...Nar?"

Narrator: "Yes, yes. What is it, sister? I'm quite busy trying to keep Stanley out of the broom closet...again"

Curator: "Yes but, I think I found an unknown file in the parable's coding."

Narrator: *not really paying attention* "Hmm... Hmm... If it's not as dangerous as the others, we could just manually delete it off the code."

Curator: "I see. But, why is the file full of pictures of Stanley?"

Narrator: "Pictures? What pic-"

The Narrator's metaphorical heart dropped and immediately sprinted towards his sister in panic.

Narrator: "CLOSETHATFILECLOSETHATFILECLOSETHATFILECLOSETHATFILE-!!!!"

CSP and iPad Sketches

Bucket (New Design)

Narrator

(ft. Lovebug!Narrator - a.k.a. he’s literally just REALLY sick and pathetic. And maybe open and affectionate.)

"Oops! Wrong Narrator!"

Grey (Narrator) belongs to @blackkatdraws2

"Looks like Stanley got lost in the Paraverse again. Nothing's gonna go wrong, right?"

Meanwhile, Narrator's looking for him.... 🙂

Beloveds for @blackkatdraws2 @insomniphic @meiitenn 🥹

Magma Sketches ft. Shaky chibi Stanley

[blackkatdraws]

Black and Narry lore! [Narry is owned by @insomniphic and some of the art here were drawn by her too]

[Small Note: None of these are canonical to their stories and were made just FOR FUN.]

As a being of purity and light, Narry was appalled when he first came across Black who appeared to be the very embodiment of darkness and wrongness [at least in Narry's point of view]. Narry sees Black as a waste of potential because of how much power Black ["the bad guy"] has at his disposal.

Black feels indifferent to Narry's existence, as he's already used to similar beings like him. He sees Narry as a waste of power since he's clearly holding it back for the sake of the people he wants to protect.

Because of how much impurity Black's power emits, Narry is incapable of seeing Black normally.

In Narry's perspective, Black is a huge writhing mass of something that's very unpleasant to look at. This appearance is inconsistent and can shift continuously. This effect extends all the way to even photos or depictions of Black.

He physically cannot [refuses to] be in the same room as Black because he can't stand the feeling, the smell, the sight, everything about his power. It sickens him.

There's no context for this comic. This is a What If scenario where Black and Narry are going somewhere together when a group of bad guys come and attack them.

Narry is the type to hold back his true power in order not to hurt the people that are attacking him which annoys Black into stepping in [because he has somewhere else more important to be and Narry is delaying it].

Of course, Narry ends up getting injured and Narry makes Black promise he won't kill the aggressors before passing out.

[Admittedly, this scenario breaks a few canonical lore for both characters but we'll go with it for now.]

As a response to that idea, Insomni drew this.

Narry wakes up after the fight was long over and he sees piles of bloody bodies laying on the floor. He gets upset that Black didn't follow through their promise.

Black does not care. Instead, he laughs at Narry for finally snapping [considering it took a while for Narry to finally loose his cool at Black].

Black did keep his promise. All the aggressors are still alive, but barely.

We talked some more about their dynamic and we both drew these.

In this scenario, Black and Narry are fighting. [Started by Narry, who had the full intent to kill him for (what he perceives as) the greater good.]

He thinks this world would become cleaner without Black around.

Narry is convinced that Black is a monster incapable of feeling or doing anything remotely positive. Even as Black saves Stanley from the attack that Narry himself sent towards Black, he's still in that mentality where he sees everything that Black does as something for negative reasons.

Narry is a good person but his (justified) blind dislike for Black leads him into taking extreme actions at times. Plenty of people dislike Black for what he is, but Narry is the only one with the power to actually do something about it.

[The last drawing is another What If scenario where Black had to take Stanley and flee because he keeps getting in the way of their fight (and Narry is too focused on his task to take other people into account). Black doesn't want Stanley dying because of a stupid scuffle.]

[Note that Narry won't actually hurt anybody EXCEPT Black, he's a good guy who wants to do what's best for other people. Black is just EVILLLLL mwehehehe]

[Then I proposed another What If scenario where Narry won the fight causing Insomni to draw this.]

As Narry was about to strike with a powerful attack to finally end him off, he felt something familiar coming from within Black.

In the ocean of filthy dark energy Black emitted, there was light.

It was small. It flickered weakly in the air as the darkness that kept it safe was falling apart, but it didn't go out. It lit up softly without any signs of extinguishing any time soon.

Narry was in disbelief.

Stanley had done the impossible. His relationship with Black had given birth to a different side of Black's power, tucked away deep inside where only they're allowed to see.

And it was now in full display to Narry.

As a being filled with goodness and empathy, his guilt starts to eat away at him as he finally snaps out of it and sees the extent of what his impulsive actions have done.

[Insomni and I both agree that their fights would probably be settled with a draw or mutual death, so this scenario is not as probable to happen. It's interesting to think about though.]

[Again, breaking a few canonical lores but we like gay people here so it's whatever. I was the one who proposed the idea anyway. (❁´◡`❁)]

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[Here are fun extra doodles!!]

[braisedhoney]

woe, narry sketch/art dump be upon ye!! some are older than others lol ;;

first two comics are part of the brother trio au thing with @insomniphic and @beartitled! continued from this post (with the colors from this one!)

second one is narry from a pokemon au where he's the dragon type member of the elite four, assigned to him by @thenamesmobu on discord. went with a more pokemon sprite style for it o7

final drawing is just a doodle of him with basically no context LMAO <3

[insomniphic]

STOP YOU MADE MY SON SO HAPPY TO BE A PARENT HAHAHFODIJDF

Here take this. He I loves it XDD

woaaaa parent Narry doodls :3

me doing his nails :3

parent!Narry belongs to @insomniphic

[bloopygooo]

RAHHHH ART FEED HERE

@raccoontank besties be hanging /silly

@insomniphic two of the drawings the one you might not be able to tell is the first one.

The bootiful king that is slaying in almost all of them is AE my curator. He's 10 feet tall and actually a pretty decent person other than treating Nate as an experiment. His hair is long and goes to his heels it represents time and different universes so don't touch their hair unless you wanna damage thousands spoon millons of universes the longer their hair gets the longer time has passed.

He's trans female to male and doesn't feel the need to change anything about him to be happy as a trans man.

OMG GUYS SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING 🙇‍♀️ HERE TAKE UR FOOD.

[bailey-the-narrator]

WRITING FIC AGAIN WAHOOOOO

This is based on @insomniphic's Celebrity AU, introducing: Bailey as a celebrity chef!

“YOU FUCKING ASS, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CUTTING THE LETTUCE??!?”

Bailey sighs, his concerned eyes watching his Head Chef yelling at a poor Garde Manger who accidentally cut the vegetable not thin enough. He nudges Stanley a bit, letting him know to tone it down a bit, but all he gets is a sharp glare from the other. So he, unfortunately, has to let Stanley do his thing while he slowly collects the lettuce scraps and puts them in the vegetable scrap container.

Well, it’s been a part of his life as an Executive Chef in a five-star hotel, with the whole hotel’s restaurant becoming his playground to explore his vast creativity in food. The owner has been so kind as to let him do whatever he wants as long as it brings him profit in the end. Bailey doesn’t mind it at all.

His train of thought snaps when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he tenses up, immediately throwing a look at whoever that is before his gaze finally softens at the sight of Mariella, the restaurant’s head waitress. Her expression can be described as frustration. “Chef, a guest wants to talk to you.” Her head gestures toward the opening gap between the kitchen and the dining hall, where he can see guests in front of the bar. “Table 5 is an influencer. She wanted meatless steak and kept insisting we have that as a secret menu here.”

The chef pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing again. “We don’t have meatless steak as a secret menu. We never have a secret menu in the first place.” God, he hates social media influencers so much.

“Exactly. Now tell the guest to shut up for me. I’ll call security in case things go south.” And Mariella takes off before he can stop her, leaving him behind in his increasing anxiety. Dealing with customers isn’t his strong suit, but alas, he often needs to do this as the face of the restaurant and the one who wrote most of the menu and recipes.

But Stanley would fuck it up. He’s too harsh for the guest, and Mariella would chew him out, so he can’t let his assistant do it either.

Yeah, he doesn’t have any choice other than to face her straight on.

He walks out of the kitchen, pulling out the cap that he wore and letting his messy black hair bun out. Blue eyes scan the dining area, spotting the target almost immediately due to a small phone tripod standing right on the table, where it most likely records the woman that sits right in front of it, waiting for someone.

“Excuse me, miss.” Bailey doesn’t waste any more time. He wants to do this fast. “My name is Chef Johnson, and I’ve heard from my waitress that you wanted to talk to me.”

The guest looks up at him, now pushing the phone tripod, camera lens pointing at him. “Yes, I heard from someone that you have a secret menu.” Her tone of voice sounds obnoxious and loud at the same time. He sees a few other guests turn their backs to see the ruckus.

“Apologies, but we never have a secret menu in the first place.” The first rule of customer service; apologise even when the guests are wrong. “We do have vegan options on the main course, like veggie curry and konjac fried rice-”

“Well, I know the owner. He told me about that menu in the first place.” She’s now half-yelling, getting attention from more patrons, making Bailey steps back subconsciously and slowly sink down mentally, feeling embarrassed. He knows she’s bullshitting. Mr Owner would’ve informed him a while ago to make her a different food.

“A good chef caters to every customer. A great chef wants to preserve their art in the food and not let people take the thing that makes it a part of you away.” 

Many eyes are watching him, putting pressure on the chef’s back, and his mind blurs out the woman’s continuous angry rant little by little until it’s nothing but echoes of blabs. He can feel his legs freezing in place, despite his urge to run from the confrontation.

“Be selfish, goddamnit! Don’t let those sous chefs step on you!”

…Huh?

Bailey lets out a small chuckle. Even when he’s alone, Stanley still helps him in his thoughts.

“-and obviously, there’s a saying that customer is king, so-”

“Apologies, but I disagree with that saying.” The chef’s voice volume rivals the woman as his face darkens, and his submissive stance vanishes as he straightens up his back, eyes sharpening with malice. “You are in my restaurant, where my staffs serve you food.” He leans closer toward the guest, expression cold.  “I’d say that staffs are part of the government, and you’re just a mere plebeian.”

A sudden silence encapsulates the whole dining area, with Bailey seeming to be the villain on the other side of this story. “You came here asking for something that does currently not exist in the menu that I wrote myself, and you brought the owner’s existence in this poor attempt of lying to back up your claim of the non-existent menu.” He swears he can smell the fear of the trembling patron in front of him. “You brought up the comparison between you and a head of a monarchy who doesn’t have much power in both political and government works in these modern days. You fucked up on that part, miss.”

The offended look on that woman’s face brought a slightly satisfied smirk to his face. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” From the corner of his eyes, he sees Mariella and a couple of security guards approaching. Guess it’s time for a farewell. “You’ll be temporarily banned from this restaurant for a year or until you change your behaviour in treating restaurants like they’re your servants who’ll grant all your wishes.” He puts up his usual customer service smile. “Thank you, and goodbye.”

Bailey quickly turns around and leaves, letting Marielle with the rest of the problem, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. The duty is over, and now he can return to his primary task.

He’s one inch away from banning influencers from the restaurant.

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CAMEO (Luke by @corvidcrows and Narry by @insomniphic):

Ever so often, when the restaurant is closing up, Bailey and some staffs still stay inside together to talk. Some talks were about the guests, the other staff, or sometimes even accidents in the kitchen.

“Wh- TV show?” Bailey hesitantly points at himself. “Me? Got invited to a talk show?” And Mr Owner gives another firm nod, confirming his point. “Why? What did I do?”

Mr Owner gives a shrug. “Dunno. But I got a call from the TV station asking for you.”

His Patisserie, Bucky, grins from ear to ear. “That’s so cool, holy shit!” He jumps off of the counter and gently shakes the Executive Chef. “Mention my Twitch channel, please, so I can get famous too!”

The younger staff gets a shove from a very agitated Stanley, acting as the older man’s protective guard. “No, no touchy the chef. He doesn’t like sudden touches.” The Head Chef proceeds to hit him with a newspaper, albeit not too hard, and the Patisserie giggles.

“I think the TV host's name is Luke? He sounds…interesting.” Mariella shows her phone screens, showing a clip of what seems to be the mentioned man interviewing someone. “He sounds so stiff, but I think he’s alright.”

“In the meantime- Whoops!” Mr Owner pulls out a large box that has been sitting behind his back. “I got you something to wear at the interview because I know your closet is not fitting for any semi-formal wear.”

Bailey pouts, opening the box to see a pair of dark blue jeans and a hooded blue jacket with golden trims at the bottom and around the sleeves, neatly folded inside. The sight excites the chef, now babbling out of excitement as he wears the jacket. The jacket’s weight feels so right and baggy, and the fabric doesn’t make his skin itchy. The hood also covers the back of his head, and he feels a lot safer with the coverage.

“Aerrowpose has a lot of comfy designs, so I’d reckon you’d like that.” Mr Owner’s expression softens, fondly watching the chef’s giddy act. “I keep seeing the CEO wearing his own brand on TV, and I thought that if the chairman himself likes it a lot, then it’s the real deal.”

“Can I buy ten more of this?”

“No, Bailey, you can’t.”

[insomniphic]

Narry, Narry & Narry!

The remake that no one asked for!

The first interaction of the Narry bros! Yippeee!!!

Also the time when I got closer to @beartitled & @braisedhoney 🥹

Original 👇

[insomniphic]

Small doodle of @marionette-j2x’s Stanley and Narrator (with his hair down) cuz I love them and their au so dearly

[insomniphic]

Stanleeeyyyy baby 🥹

(Ft. @blackkatdraws)

[insomniphic]

Silly little doodle I made for @meiitenn’s Parable Academy bit (ft. Their Narrator and @marionette-j2x’s Narrator)

[insomniphic]

Makin something. Here take these losers.

They don’t like each other :3

(Black by @blackkatdraws2)

[insomniphic]

Sorry guys, I disappeared.

Anyways have these doodles!

My Stanley w/ @blackkatdraws’ Stanley

More of Kat’s guy

Anatomy practice

Narry’s (as a Narrator) original reaction to the Paraverse.

[insomniphic]

Little brothers doodle since I haven’t seen them all in the same room in a while ❤️

@braisedhoney @beartitled

Also both my Narry and Bear’s Narry barged into their big brother’s Parable for fun. 👍

[insomniphic]

Pretty people (ft @blackkatdraws’s Black & Stanley)

!!EVERYTHING, ASIDE FROM THE WORLD BUILDING, IS NOT CANON!!

Any interactions between Kat’s and I’s characters will always be located as an AU

Background/Explanation beneath the cut! 👇👇

Narry has this personal skill where he can see people’s Auras! Auras are a make-up of the past, present, future, and every other universe out there combined. They take on the form of rooms full of splattered paint (typically black and white). Narry uses these to determine whether a person is good or bad: white obviously being good and black being bad.

Black’s Aura just happens to be the darkest one he’s seen; this fact kind of builds on to the on going grudge they have against each other.

Black isn’t meant to look “terrifying” (Not like Narry will understand the concept of fear when it comes to looks) but something as ugly and disgusting.

Auras are meant to be the perception of a person that Narry has to look inwardly into. But there are rare cases where it disrupts how he sees this person, because of how strong their Auras are.

Auras are large rooms of paint. Black’s just happens to be so flooded with black paint. So much so that it’s leaking out to the outside world. It does not affect anyone, but it’s Narry’s (personal) reasoning as to why Black is so terrifying to a normal individual, who does not have his ability.

In this form, Black looks bloated and he churns and pops every now and then — like the pus of a popped pimple. Then it flattens then another one appears. As pokey and squishy the bumps look, it’s hard as a rock.

Looking into other details, the thorns are there to keep him from unleashing all of that dark energy to everyone. (Like the black paint used in Glitter Force [if you get the reference]) Narry doesn’t understand why it’s there but he has a few theories: he suspects that it’s a visual representation of restraint, or there’s a variable that is subconsciously holding him back.