"H...Hi...I-I'm Chibi. I'm a humanoid turret here at Aperture Science...T-The other turrets call me defective because I'm too 'human' and refuse t-to hurt anyone...S-So don't worry...I won't shoot...I'm just..scared.."
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Hello! Not exactly an ask but I just found this and I have decided that I would kill God for Chibi. I’ve always loved turrets (Never beat portal 2 because I could kill the turrets 😅) and Chibi is just turret but… CUTER???? Anyway, have a nice day.
[[Hi there! Thank you so so much ;w; Sorry for a HUGE delay in a reply lol. This blog is on and off hiatus quite a bit unfortunately as my hyperfixations fluctuate a lot lol (currently brainrotting about baldur's gate 3 ;;;;). But I super appreciate the nice words! Chibi is my baby and will always be one of my most beloved ocs <3 Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day as well!]]
Ho, ho, ho @astarlingdiscovery! I’m your @portal-secret-santa!
Apologies for being so late. I was asked to take on your prompt, but at the time we were moving, so this took me a while to get to. But here it is! You said you loved the companion cube, turrets, and Ratman, so I did a little ficlet for you!
Hope you enjoy, I’ve never written about him before :)
“ you left and— i thought you weren’t coming back. ”
“ i miss you. i know i’m not supposed to, but. i just had to see you. ”
“ please don’t scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you. ”
“ i can’t even take the very thought of you getting hurt. ”
“ you could’ve gotten yourself killed! you could’ve— fuck! you scared the shit outta me. ”
“ yes. i am telling you what to do. i’m telling you not to pull something like that again because— ‘cause fucking hell. i care about you. okay? ”
“ i found myself driving home and then. well i was on my way here. ‘cause i guess…you’re still my home. ”
“ please, tell me why you’re upset. tell me who did this? ”
“ you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know. i can clean up my own messes. ”
“ don’t talk. just get the fuck over here and hold me. ”
“ loving you is like having my heart just out in the world. outside of my body walking around. every time i see you hurting, it kills me. ”
“ i made you cry. and i hate myself for that. i swore i wouldn’t be one of the people who left you hurting. ”
“ you really hurt me this time. but i want to let go of that. i really do want to forgive you i’m just scared you’ll hurt me again. ”
“ i know you’re mad at me right now, but i’m the one who’s here. let me be here. let me help. you can be angry later. ”
“ i’m here now. i know i wasn’t before. but i should’ve been. and i’m not going anywhere. i’m not gonna let that happen again. ”
“ it’s time to come home now. ”
“ that’s enough. you’ve got your revenge. let’s go. ”
“ i know you’re hurting. and i can’t fix that. but i can refuse to let you hurt alone. ”
“ i’m never letting go of you. i missed you so fucking much. ”
“ look at me, you’re safe. and you’re not alone. and i’ll never let you be alone again. you understand? ”
“ i broke my promise to you once. i’ll never do it again. ”
“ i don’t need you to go white knighting and fix all this. i just want you here. with me. that will make me feel better. ”
“ just stay still and let me hold you. ”
“ you don’t have to hide your tears. let it out. then we’ll move on, together. ”
“ i just. needed to talk to you ‘cause. somehow you always know what to say. ”
“ don’t bury your feelings. sadness. hurt. rage. feel it. acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it. not what it will do to you. ”
“ i miss your smile. and not that sad one you try to fool everyone with. the real one. the one you used to show me. ”
“ come here. i’m taking care of you tonight. and you’re gonna let me. ”
1) our muses reunite after sender thought receiver was dead.
2) our muses reunite after receiver thought sender was dead.
3) sender shows up at receiver’s house drunk after they’ve broken up.
4) receiver shows up at sender’s house drunk after they’ve broken up.
5) our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies.
6) sender finds receiver crying and approaches, clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened.
7) receiver finds sender crying and approaches, clearing the tears with their hands while demanding to know what happened.
8) our muses haven’t been speaking, but sender rushes to take care of receiver after they’ve been injured or fell ill.
9) our muses haven’t been speaking, but receiver rushes to take care of sender after they’ve been injured or fell ill.
10) sender hurt receiver in some way, which led to receiver doing something reckless and sender shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath.
11) receiver hurt sender in some way, which led to sender doing something reckless and receiver shows up to stop them/or deal with the aftermath.
12) our muses are in a fight, but cuddle anyway because they don’t like sleeping alone.
13) receiver wakes sender from a nightmare.
14) sender wakes receiver from a nightmare.
15) sender wakes up in the hospital and finds receiver at their side, who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side.
16) receiver wakes up in the hospital and finds sender at their side, who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side.
17) our muses are currently on the outs, but receiver goes through something traumatic and sender pushes past their friends to get to them.
18) our muses are currently on the outs, but sender goes through something traumatic and receiver pushes past their friends to get to them.
Hi! This is not really a request since I'm in no position to demand something from you so take it as a free idea that could inspire you. It came to me and I wanted to share it: Doug calmly enjoying art therapy in his home, before GLaDOS, before running out of his medication.
[ Hello @actingwithportals!! It’s @portal-secret-santa time! I was your secret Santa this year ;w; I’m sorry for the delay in your gift but I finally have it ready for you! I went with your Doug and Cube vibing prompt so I really hope you like it <3
The song that the turret is singing is This Far by Kina Grannis! ]
Hello, @nerdstreak! I was your secret santa this year for @portal-secret-santa!!
You gave the suggestion of Wheatley giving a gift, so I thought, what’s a better gift for someone who’s never been out of the lab than a white Christmas! So, a little hijacking the air tubes system and here we are. It’s a good thing they’re all robots though, because that fake snow is old enough its likely made from asbestos. Who am I kidding, it’s definitely asbestos.
shoutout to the slow artists. the artists with hardly any time for art. the artists who reach the end of the day with no energy for art. you got this i believe in you and you are no less valued than anyone else
to be clear. when i say artist i mean every kind of art. drawing writing music sculpting embroidery idc this post was for you and i am sending my love your way
so the end of the year comes and with it, a new year to hopefully have better employment, better health, and better luck.
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So it's the end of the year and the holiday season, and my household has had a really rough month. There's more details in the link above but for a brief explanation I was hospitalized for like a week and this situation amongst others has had a significant effect on us financially.
I would really appreciate if folks can help me share this around, and if you are able to donate it would mean so much to us, especially for the holidays and the year wrapping up.
We're over halfway there! The ankle imaging and the storage unit renewal will be able to be covered by the upcoming deadlines! We still need to meet the goals of compensating the two roommates for their missed work days due to the hospital stay and the goal for general funds to make it through the end of the year.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude to all of those who have donated so far ;^; We're only a couple of days into this fundraiser and already we've reached 60% of our goal. This has allowed us to breathe so much easier during the holidays right now, and once again I cannot express enough how much it has meant to us.
A member of our household is currently in the ER with immune system complications from long Covid. She's already missing work today and we're concerned about more missed work days in the upcoming week. Continued help with spreading this fundraiser would be really appreciated. 2022 simply does not know when to quit 😔
[ Hello @actingwithportals!! It's @portal-secret-santa time! I was your secret Santa this year ;w; I'm sorry for the delay in your gift but I finally have it ready for you! I went with your Doug and Cube vibing prompt so I really hope you like it <3
The song that the turret is singing is This Far by Kina Grannis! ]
"Seems we found a good haul today..." Douglas carefully looked at each small bucket of paint, going through the colors he managed to obtain, as well as some old gel that was converted to be used as paint...most likely a batch that didn't pass inspection from years ago.
The man glanced at the companion cube by a wall of panels...its soft pink glow illuminating the dark little den they found themselves in today.
I suppose it's not too bad of a collection...and we didn't run into any trouble today either.
"At least not yet..." Doug glanced over his shoulder, looking at the small entrance to their sanctuary. "...now that GLaDOS has those turrets mobile, it is becoming more difficult to keep avoiding them.." Saying that realization out loud seemed to make him wilt a little bit.
"...it's always something, isn't it..." he mumbled, running a hand through his dirty shaggy hair, fingers getting caught on a tangle or two. He let out a sigh as he joined his friend on the ground, resting up against it. It was true...it was getting harder and harder to keep hidden now that those wrenched things had legs. Not all of them have been converted to androids just yet...but it was large enough in numbers now to be extremely concerning...and honestly, Doug wasn't sure what to do about it.
…I hear something.
That caused the man to tense, mismatched eyes shrinking a bit. He could hear whispers, but had a hard time picking through what was real and what was just a figment of his condition.
"...what direction?"
...Underneath us.
Hearing that had Doug relax slightly...at least it wasn't coming from just outside of the den. He strained his hearing...and sure enough, he could hear a faint voice. He followed it, crawling down on the ground...until he came to a small opening on the floor, a grate keeping the hole from being completely open. There, sat on weighted storage cube was a little girl...a small turret android...It was strange to see one alone and not grouped with others...this one looked weaponless as well, but it was hard to tell.
"...it's a turret... what is it doing?"
That's when he heard her small robotic voice weave within the air.
"♩ ...You know it's harder when you hold me.
You get me searching for the ceiling.
Love tried to forget things...
It's so hard...
So hard... ♫"
"...it's singing..."
Odd...it doesn't sound like the serenade the turrets usually sing... nor the song they performed for that woman..
That was true...it was a different song. But why?
"♫...So I'll keep going through the motions
Creating comfort where there is none
coming to terms with the notion
I'll be okay...
..Okay...♩"
That could mean that the turrets are close...
"...I suppose at least one is..." He sat back up and made his way back over to the wall and his paints.
...You don't seem troubled by that fact.
"They are not aware of us..." Doug's cracked hands softly rubbed the top of his glowing companion, as if to soothe it. "For the time being, we should be alright...Just keep an eye out for them, yeah?" With that, the scientist took off his stained and paint splattered, raggedy lab coat, so carefully draping it over his friend, using the material to protect it from any stray paint splatters. Once situated, the man grabbed cans of paint and converted gels, popping open the lids. His worn hands then grabbed old, abused paint brushes, setting them up before staring at the panel in front of him...a blank canvas...just waiting for inspiration to be spilt upon it...
...What to paint today?...
The murmurs resting in the back of his mind tried to feed into his paranoia, almost having him want to do one of his typical paintings, to vent out not only frustrations, but the worries and fear that rested deep within him, the hopelessness that wanted to spill out of him in waves. He dipped his brush, hovering it over the panel, about to begin to feed into that dreadful feeling, using it to fuel his movements...
...but his hand remained hovering over his canvas...
...he could still hear the turret singing.. the words were soft, almost innocent sounding...
"♩ When rain falls down on me, so hard
the winds unravelling me, don't start
An ocean swallowing up my heart,
But I've made it this far...
...I've made it this far...♫"
It sounded child-like.. almost...lonely...
Slowly, the paint brush made contact with the wall...a stroke of a dark midnight color about midway up the panel...then another.
What are you painting today?
"...Something a little...different."
Different? How so?
"...Do you remember seeing the sky when we first escaped?"
Ah yes. It had the blinding light within it.
"Yes, the sun. That is what the sky looks like during the day time..." the thick brush did another swipe of the dark color as he began to form a sky. "...but there is another time where the sky is dark...littered with thousands of little balls of gas...glowing bright from millions of miles away...stars. That time is night time...."
Night time? The Cube began to glow a bit brighter, almost as if a curious child itself. Sounds fascinating. It's a shame that we cannot see it.
"...I wouldn't rule out the possibility we will one day see it."
...do you truly believe we can make it out of this place? She's back online...and the test subject you saved is no longer even in the facility. The Central Core already released her. And with her turrets always on the move...How do you think it will be even remotely possible for us to escape as well?
The brush paused its movements...as that little voice was heard, continuing its lonely song.
" ♫ It's hard to see a happy ending
when you don't see how you can mend things
but life is long and forgiving...
And it goes on and on and on..♩"
...the bristles struck down again on the textured wall, and continued on its path.
"♩ When rain falls down on me, so hard
the winds unravelling me, don't start
an ocean swallowing up my heart
But I've made it this far...♫"
...the night sky was soon painted, Doug not giving a response to his companion's question. The glow of the cube seemed to have dampened to have its question ignored.
"♫ And I'll keep wishing on a bright star
that we’ll keep drawing all the right cards
And I'll keep singing when it goes dark...
cause I've made it this far...
I've made it this far..♩"
Grey mismatched eyes followed the movement of his brush, each stroke of color having a meaning, a purpose...a symphony of hues...the melody, the darker tones...the harmony, the lighter...small dots of white across a midnight sky...darkened fields of wheat, flooded with the light of the moon above...and from a small pink hue across it's stalks.
"♩ ...I've made it this far.....♫"
At the quiet end of the soft robotic voice, Doug lowered his brush...and despite himself, a small smile actually made it to his lips. He dropped his brush in muddy colored water before standing and stretching out his now sore limbs...this art therapy session was a good one...one of his better ones in a long time...to think, a song from this facility got him to actually almost relax...not completely relax, not in this place...but it allowed him to go into his meditative state as each stroke was meticulous and purposeful as the last.
A grunt escaped him as he sat back down beside the cube, wiping his paint covered hands on the material of his lab coat. "...what do you think?"
...you were right. This is different from your normal paintings.
"...is that a bad thing?"
No. Not necessarily...just not used to something with a positive outcome.
"...You know...if you keep thinking about the positive little hopes you keep within your mind, despite knowing it may as well just be lies, just unattainable goals...it could come true...and actually happen. If there's something I've learned in my life, it's to expect the unexpected...and never truly believe the existence that our minds can create and manipulate..." those striking grey eyes stared up at the ceiling, as if he could see those flickering stars above him. "....I really think we will escape one day."
Truly?
"...yeah...I think so." That faint smile grew. "I guess at this point, it doesn't hurt in believing in that hope. We have nothing to lose." He hesitated...then quietly added.
"...We've made it this far..."
He allowed his mind to wonder, pondering on possible outcomes. "...Think we'll come across her once we breathe fresh air once more?"
...I believe so. It's not impossible.
"Yeah...I think that would be nice..." They observed the painting in the now silent area...only the hum of the facility heard...the constant current that flowed through the circuits, keeping the facility alive. After a moment, Doug stood once more, grabbing his coat and putting it back on. "We should keep moving."
Should we take the paints with us?
"...No, let's keep them here...who knows, we may return to this area...seems like a good place to continue this painting, wouldn't you agree?"
A soft little tune was faintly heard, escaping his friend as the room lit up in a brighter pink tone. Doug hummed, satisfied with that response. Soon, the cube was once again on his back and, with one last glance at his recent art piece, he dunked under a low hanging panel and continued forward..
...leaving behind a painting depicting him and the cube, resting out in the wheat fields, under the night sky, brightened by the moon...
...wishing on the falling stars from the sky above.
[ quick life update below! Tldr, this month has not been kind but it's getting better and I'll finally get some responses out that I owe this weekend c: ]
[ so, as I have posted previously, my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. earlier last week, she has both breasts removed and so far, all is look great! She's recovering pretty quickly but will still need to go through chemo. But so far so good. Hoping it stays that way. I got to see her and some other family two weeks ago... and my parents had "sinus issues"...it was covid that they never tested for, bc that same week, a day before we were about to leave I got sick, and day of us driving back home, I tested positive. -A- so I had spent all week being a useless potato on the couch and bed lol. But I'm feeling MUCH better and productive! Hoping to get those creative juices flowing and bust out the responses I owe. Been dying to write for so ding dang long. Can't wait!! Thank you all for being so patient 💖💖💖 ]
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[ Awww ;w; this made me really happy. Decemver hasn't been too nice to me this year and this made me smile. ♡ thank you so much TwT ]
