I really shouldn’t be scribbling, there are all these other things I should be doing.
But I don’t remember how to draw anymore.
Tags: chelldos Guavi's drawings
oraculi machina
doodle dumps, cool findings, miscellany, and semi-frequent word-vomits from Guavi
expect to see tons of Portal fandom junk
I think I was trying to draw that hot chocolate scene from A Real Surprise except I’m not sure what happened
I think I couldn’t draw that day and raegquit.
I’m sorry Vaniterra ;_;
Reblog if you ship ChellDOS.
This is a post being made for the sake of science.
Spitting Image
uh so oops butterfingers Lea accidentally deleted this story too
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Oh good I had a mini heart-attack trying to look for this earlier today @w@
Reblogged from ヾ(≧▽≦)ノ ☆ﾐ
Portal Fanfic Recs!
Disclaimer: These are merely personal favorites, and is in no way a complete representation of what is quality in the fandom. So if you think a fic deserves a rec but is not on here…I probably just forgot, can’t find it again, have never seen it, or just have odd finicky tastes.
Which also means not everything on here will be everybody’s cup of tea.
List organized by author in alphabetical order (unless I can’t my alphabets, which is likely), with each author’s fics listed in no particular order, and guaranteed to contain gratuitous ChellDOS.
Also my descriptions are far from systematic, oops.
She lets her go outside sometimes, out onto the surface.
No, “let” isn’t the right word. Let implies the sort of authority that she no longer holds over the human woman, the power that once allowed her to control her favorite plaything and lead her through whatever literal hoops she pleased -
except, no, she never really had that power either.
Chell had trampled her way through anything and everything thrown at her, exactly the way she wanted with a flippant disregard for protocol - the constants of this place that had been set for the both of them. Rules of their world that were placed upon them long before either had woken to unfamiliar ceilings for the first time.
She isn’t as afraid to admit that she has no control over anything, anymore. At least not where her lunatic is involved.
It’s funny how things change, with a little time and a few mutual attempts at murder in the equation.
Chell goes outside sometimes, out onto the surface. She would spend hours, sometimes a day out in the endless field of rustling stalks. She would come back smelling of the equally endless sky, trailing dirt and leaves and sometimes drops of dew over the immaculate white tiles.
GLaDOS stays inside.
(1/3)
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