Fallet7 - Fallet7

hey u with the pretty faace.....

I recently read the best fanfic in the world (blue sky)

I don’t understand at all how to draw wheatley the way I imagine him in my head(plus I forgot how to draw haha), so far it’s turned out like this.

It’s butters!!!1!1! (and marjorine!!)

He’d evolved complex coping strategies for being told he was rubbish- he’d had plenty of time to work on those- but nobody had ever told him what he was supposed to do if people suddenly turned round and started using words like amazing and astonishing at him. He was completely overwhelmed, and fairly terrified.

Still re-reading Blue Sky. One of my favorite scenes is in Ch 9 between Garret and Wheatley, and I felt it deserved this meme (never thought I would have to make a meme from scratch, but sometimes you gotta make the content you wanna see in the world, ha)

Ultrakill phase is ultrakilling me

anyway

LET'S GO FELLA KID

This boomer Facebook image is so Harry DuBois core

Deltarune x portal thingies in ms paint

Glados x Queen (freaky) (CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK)

Wheatley meets Berdly

U should draw Wheatley and Chell dancing to some tunes

Wheatley didn't fully understand which songs were good for pulling your partner away from her work to have a romantic sway about the kitchen and which were not, all he really knew was that when something was catchy it was hard to resist the urge to take Chell's flour covered hands in his own and spin around the room. For her part, she was getting used to- enjoying, even- the routine of dancing to an increasingly bizarre set of songs, the current one about a well named bull frog included on that list.

been thinking about Blue Sky recently (portal 2 fanfiction)

Thinking about Blue Sky from Eaden’s perspective in general is really comical actually. Like just imagine: everything’s perfectly normal, la-dee-dah, just your bog-standard day in a post apocalyptic rural town, when that quiet somewhat-mysterious girl who works at the bakery just DISAPPEARS one day without any warning whatsoever– Aaron was literally JUST at her house talking to her a minute ago, and then suddenly nothing! She’s just gone, out of nowhere! Then, the next time you see her is like two days later and she’s been shot in the side and is bleeding profusely, unconcious, and being carried back into town by this darty-eyed human coat rack with a British accent, who you have literally NEVER seen before in your life, but he somehow seems to know Chell pretty well. Neither of them give you any explanation for what on earth happened either- she just completely shakes it off and goes on with her business with the Tenth Doctor here in tow. And boy is he a piece of work, too! Constantly jumping at shadows, acting like he has no idea how to use his arms or legs like he’s only had them for five minutes, talking about things like “anatomical parameters” and “audial processors” and “management rails”, yet he doesn’t know what a dog is. Like, who even IS this guy?! Well whoever he is, Garrett gets him roped into the Foxglove project and– wait what is he doing up there? WHAT DID HE DO IT’S WORKING WE’RE GETTING RECEPTION HOLY CRAP!! Par-taay~!!! And then the next thing you know you wake up in this hotel room or whatever, no idea where the hell you are, with this guy’s voice over an intercom telling you to please remain calm and not leave your rooms because you might be really high up and??? Chell and Garrett go in?? And come back carrying him, passed out, wearing Garrett’s shirt and nothing else… covered in this wierd goo…???

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oh my goodness yes