#icrangirl

[unaccompaniedescapist]

Trope

Casual High-drop 

Blithely taking a fall that would kill a normal person, then striding away unharmed, conveys an impression of invincibility without the complexities or expense of a full-on fight scene. The more casual the character's demeanor in taking the plunge, the more badass an image they project. 

[unaccompaniedescapist]

❀ Do it. You know you wanna.

((...WE’VE GOT ENOUGH)) 

[lilyistestingatheme]

Herpa do!

Flerp a meep!

[thecrowmaiden]

icrangirl replied to your photoset: One of my coworkers emailed us to order a flower...

When I scrolled passed this on my dash I had to quickly scroll back up cause I could have sworn you were one of my closer friends from college. No joke, you look JUST like her.

Wouldn’t be the first time someone said I looked like a dead ringer for someone they knew hahaha. Apparently I have a twin or two out there!

[unaccompaniedescapist]

☯ + The part where he kills you (This is that part)

((THIS TOOK FOREVER IM SORRY I LOVE YOU)) 

“I think I can break us out of here in the next chamber. Just play along.” 

Another easy one. All it’d take to complete was an ounce of timing. Must be another one he built himself, though...if that was the case, it was oddly lacking in the show-off department. His name wasn’t signed anywhere, no monitor in the room for her to smash, and he skipped all bragging. In fact, the core went totally silent. 

Two more chambers. Was he using this simple test to gauge something about her timing? Or leaping? Or was he too stupid to plan that far ahead and be so subtle about it at the same time? This was the same man who thought “You’re gonna love it to death” was subtle. Then again, this was also the same man who had, not long ago, been her best friend. 

He was unpredictable. There was no telling what he was thinking at any given moment or why. He attacked without any red flags in advance, and sometimes red flags popped up out of nowhere without any attack. He was arbitrary and random. Wild. Chaotic. Like her. 

All that only took about ten or so seconds to think. Chell spent those ten seconds staring blankly ahead. It may have looked like she was timing the jump, but her eyes weren’t going up and down with the cube; she had simply gone blank. Actual calculation, when she got to it, only took a few heartbeats. 

The faith plate sent her sideways. 

Chell tensed with held breath, cursing herself internally for not thinking of this as a possibility. Since when did Wheatley have the skill to reprogram faith plates for such meticulous directional changes? 

Another faith plate bounced them towards a pit; Chell pointed one leg and curled the other for a faster, more precise landing, only for a beam to catch them in the nick of time. Chell had never been underwater so she had no way of knowing, but the sensation was very similar, including the droopy smack of resistance when first cannonballing through the surface. 

“Okay, credit where it’s due: for a little idiot built specifically to come up with stupid, unworkable plans, that was a pretty well-laid trap.” 

Chell nodded. Just a quick flick of her chin. Her eyes were narrowed, jawline set firm, knees tucked to pounce. 

“You probably figured it out by now, but I don’t need you anymore!” She started tuning out here to the best of her ability. His voice wasn’t anything she wanted to dwell on, so unless he said any keywords that she could use against him, she didn’t want any part of what he had to say. 

GLaDOS’s little speech, on the other hand, she pointedly listened to. 

Phase out human testing...? 

“It wasn’t anything personal. It’s just, you know, you did kill me. Fair’s fair.” 

Did GLaDOS really still think Chell took any pride in being a test subject? Huh, Chell was sure she’d moved passed that by now. 

The slight raise of her eyebrow would’ve been enough to continue the conversation if not for a particularly rude interruption in the form of a faith plate to the rear. Poor GLaDOS hadn’t yelped like that since that one time she was brutally torn apart. 

“Well, this is the part where he kills us...” 

“Hello! This is the part where I kill you!” 

The shudder that ran all the way from Chell’s toes up to the top of her head seemed to linger longer than it did. Her exhale quivered, eyes burning in rage and fear both. Her grip on the portal gun quaked, trembled, and every muscle cramped tight. There he was. 

True to his nature, Wheatley had constructed his own image from several disorganized monitors jumbled together into a messy mosaic. The words he spoke were drowned out by the booming sound of his voice over the PA, louder than ever in this auditorium of a room. 

Chell struggled to remain where she was in time. She may not have succeeded in such an effort if a white ball of gel hadn’t distracted her vision from the hodgepodge monitor. 

Conversion gel. One little leak, and a portal surface at just the right angle. Yet she was surrounded by spikes that seemed ready to pounce. She couldn’t fire until she was ready to fire thrice rapidly, and even then, it was going to be a close call. 

Boots hit the catwalk after only a mere few seconds of action. As predicted, the spike plates skewered the space she had previously occupied without an instant to spare. 

Her gaze lingered on the death trap for longer than she would’ve liked. Then she ran. 

“Come back! Come back!” 

No. 

“No, but seriously, do come back, plea-- Come back. Please?” 

...Chell’s boots skid to an abrupt halt. She was well out of his sight. Well out of his attack range. 

The man was unpredictable. Messy. Chaotic. And Chell had a strong penchant for the chaotic. 

Curiosity crept up her spine and she, hunched, drew out of the hallway like crawling from a dark cave. Peered around the corner. He only continued to beg as she stalked her way back to the triggered death trap. 

This was a bad idea. 

[ask-the-ghostbusters]

What's your daily routine, Egon?

“In any case, Venkman is largely correct. Most days, I conduct experiments and research in my lab, often alongside Dr. Stantz. If we’re currently dealing with a particularly tricky haunting – say, class IV or above – Ray and I will study the subject extensively to help us uncover an efficient way to tackle the problem.”

-Egon

[wombadoodles]

icrangirl replied to your post “so uh i got skyrim in the summer sale farewell friends, this’ll be the...”

Farewell my friend. It was nice getting to know you.

so far i’ve been greatly enjoying completely ignoring the main plot in favor of shooting copious lightning at bandits

it’s pretty fun

OH YEAH and that trick of putting a basket on npcs’ heads to remain undetected works and it’s the funniest damn thing i’ve ever done in a game ever

[theatomicpumpkin]

Just wanted ya to know that I adore your work and that your Fantasytale AU is freakin awesome. I have such a huuuuge weakness for fantasy settings and seeing the bonebros with frisk in said setting just makes me so giggly. Thank you for making this a thing and making me smile so much. =3

aww thank you!i love the fantasy setting too, which is one of the few reasons i thought up of this au 

im glad you like this au!