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(( I started playing Half-Life Alyx ))
my gift for @hevbound! you said one of the things you’d like was nice family content with Alyx, so here’s Alyx meeting Lamarr for the first time!
(( Waah this is so flawless and I feel so beyond blessed to have gotten you as my secret santa! 😭 You are one of my absolute favorite artists in the fandom and I can’t think of a better person to have fulfilled my request, you absolutely nailed everyone here and I love the idea of Lamarr being a relatively old installment of the Resistance family and watching Alyx grow up over the years. I never considered it before now but I love the idea the more and more I think about it!
I can’t pick who I love the most here ... Eli’s supportive hand on Alyx’s shoulder, her face of wonder, Isaac sitting so politely with his hands clasped ... and of course, Barney not liking one bit of the exchange. Thank you so much for this beautifully rendered piece of artwork and for going above and beyond with everything here! I hope you had a wonderful holiday, thank you for making mine so bright! ))
「 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍. 」
– ɪ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴀsᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴅᴅs.
「 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 & 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. 」
ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.
(( It just occurred to me that I never shared a fullbody picture of my HEV Suit! Here’s a shot from last Halloween ft. my lil bro and I struttin’ our stuff at our local ThinkGeek! Pardon the janky makeup, I was rushing to get there before the store closed and couldn’t find my beard prosthetic, whoops.
I plan on remaking my arm and leg-plates somewhere down the line. I’m not very happy with how they turned out but I was on a tight crunch due to a convention deadline. Hopefully I can work the kinks out enough to wear this costume without a handler! I get exhausted very easily wearing it and can’t really show off the lights or sound capabilities without someone helping me. ))
Curious about the suit? Check out my full write ups on its construction here!
There are VR options that are 200$ and below (Lenovo Explorer)
(( I cannot afford to drop $200 on a piece of hardware I will only use for one game. VR also gives me motion sickness and my neurodivergent friends express becoming overstimulated when using headsets. ( This is also something I experience, especially in a game full of gunfire and horror like Half-Life. ) I’m glad HL is getting an installment but I’m not happy it’s on such a personally user unfriendly console.
My brother has an Oculus I’ll probably use to play the game but I am not a fan of the medium and I wish there was a PC port. Don’t let my inability to comfortably play stop you from the hype, though! The new game looks beautiful, I just wish it was more accessible for my friends and I :( ))
HALF LIFE VR!
(( I’m really upset about it as someone that is not in a place to drop an exorbitant amount of money on VR for a single game, sorry :( ))
(( Went to the mall dressed up as a terrible little man for a costume contest and got accosted by security that hadn’t been briefed about the event, AMA. ))
I’m saying that I lived too long. You want them to actually miss you.
(( Hey I’m inactive due to shifting jobs and commission work, but just a heads-up and that’s a-okay to reblog my threads and drabbles! I love knowing people enjoy my writing enough to put it on their blogs. My thread tracker filters out non-partner reblogs so no worries about muddying up my feed! ))
Gordon is no saint and I do think some of the blame for the Black Mesa Incident should fall on his shoulders. He worked on the Anti-Mass Spectrometer knowing the risk of a Resonance Cascade and opted to push forwards with the research anyways. That isn't a mistake, that's a series of multiple conscious decisions to play God.
Regardless of his intentions Gordon is at the very least guilty by complacency and his actions helped cause the deaths of countless innocents. He's noble and responsible for cleaning up his mistakes and fighting for humanity but his past actions are still inexcusable, even in the pursuit of science.
Ever get annoyed by the HEV voice? "POWER. FIFTEEN. PERCENT."
「 … Yes. 」
I hate the fact that I can’t protect you from everything. But that won’t stop me from trying.
Hey! Catch me later i'll buy you a beer!
「 I won’t be holding my breath. 」
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Olivia herself watches in silence as Gordon seems to be stuck and lost in his own thoughts. Olivia had known that Gordon shared his own experiences of trauma and hardships in this fast world of machines and monsters. It still didn’t stop Gordon from venturing into locations of this hell world where danger and past triggers could reimagined themselves into Gordon’s life either.
Olivia felt a coward now. A strange sensation that she had only felt a few times within her life. An emotion Olivia didn’t think she’d embrace as easily as she did in her twenties.
There’s a shaky exhale of breath and Olivia looks towards Gordon in the murky darkness of the entrance and back at his reassuring hand. Olivia knew that Gordon meant well. It was a job. A responsibility. It meant that being selfish wasn’t an option. At least not to Gordon it was.
Olivia on the other hand, seemed to have Wheatley’s personality rub off on her in more ways than she herself realized. That caution yet paranoid quirk that made Olivia less reckless than she used to be, all collected from her time bonding with Wheatley. How was Gordon so sure the cave didn’t lead to the facility? How was Gordon positive Turrets weren’t hiding in the darkness with their little red eyes waiting to shoot? How did Gordon know S H E wasn’t waiting for them at the end of the cave? A small spark in her eyes hinted that Olivia was not going to accept Gordon’s hand and instead retracted a step back further from the entrance.
Olivia did trust Gordon. There was trust there. The fear that Olivia was consumed by was far stronger than the trust. The trust Olivia had for Gordon wasn’t like the trust she shared with Wheatley. They had a history, a relationship and a sacrifice. Olivia knew Wheatley would give his life for her.
Gordon on the other hand, Olivia did not know completely if he would.
“I won’t.” Fists start to curl into balls and her knuckles turn a shade white from the pressure. “I won’t go back. I won’t go back underground.”
There’s bitterness now. It’s a soft hiss from Olivia’s lips as pupils diolate and her shoulders shake. Breathing starts to increase and Olivia’s nostrils flare from the growing anxiety that’s starting to bloom.
“I won’t go back to that hellhole.” Olivia doesn’t turn to away or run away from Gordon but to hold her ground. “I won’t go back to Aperture.”
Understanding as Gordon was, it’s hard not to feel the frustration creep coldly into his chest. Trauma was an incomprehensibly complicated thing, reacted to with the utmost diversity by others. Some chose to languish in fear, others to face the world with an emboldened desire to fight, and for Olivia, evidently to stand their ground.
Ripped from a hum-drum existence, Gordon had but the span of hours to adjust to his new reality. The blast of gun-fire had long dulled his softer features, rendering him numb in the face of this rebellion. People depended on him, with open mouths and empty stomachs, fully looking to their messiah for salvation in ways he would never quite understand, and yet refused to question. It should infuriate him, to see Olivia cower, and for what? A minute’s comfort?
But the look on his face is puzzled, that offered hand hesitating as she lengthens the space between them. Would she run? Perhaps turn those fists upon the unyielding metal of his HEV? Loose her tongue with words that would stab far harsher than any knife?
Olivia stands her ground, looking at him in a way a frightened animal might: wild-eyed, teeth bared. Gordon’s confusion is apparent, with brows knit and lips pursed. He is stepping forwards, but it’s as if very suddenly her words form a barrier between them. She can see him hesitate, pause, stiffening with a sense of urgency as those eyes flicker in recognition. All thoughts come slamming to a rather abrupt halt, a sudden awareness dawning upon him in a way most horrifying.
It was no secret as to why the Resistance had opted to settle upon the Great Lake’s shores. Sure, there was the lakes themselves, a veritable wellspring of untouched wild-life and arable farmland that would sustainably feed their people for seasons to come. But what about what lay tucked beneath the soil? What horrors dwelled beneath their feet, just waiting to be uncovered? They’d set their eyes upon acquiring that forbidden fruit, to bring to light technology that could potentially be their undoing.
All in the name of science, of course.
It all makes sense now, realizes Gordon. The sudden appearance of two humans, completely oblivious to the world around them. Their bedraggled forms, the succinctness of their words when questioned about their wheareabouts. All mannerisms that pointed to a very sudden disconnect from the world around them ... one that even reminded Gordon of his own responses following his reprieve from stasis.
Olivia can see it dawn upon him now, eyes wide enough for the creeping sun to set his irises ablaze. He’s struggling to parse the gravity of it all; what could one even say in reply? With Black Mesa touting a nigh-spotless track record, one could only imagine what untold horrors slunk within Aperture’s own halls. Pushing himself into the light, Gordon throws one last glance over his shoulder before throwing his arms up in a clear sign of defeat. Olivia had made her point clear enough.
Still, he stares, the recognition on his face unmistakable. Those eyes seem to search Olivia’s face for something, anything that could be used to discern more clarity in regards to her time spent underground. What purpose had she served within those walls?
Eibsee & Waldlandschaften by Oliver Henze
