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a collection of all my chelley works this year!!! days 1-6 from left to right

Day 7 under the cut! tw: body horror (facial)

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Chelley Week Archive - Tagging Guide

Chelley Week is a yearly ship week event held by Chelley server, run by @unbeeliever , @shrimperini and @dustypinetree . Each entry will be reblogged here for preservation purpose, as well as ease of viewing by tags.

The tags are divided by edition, prompt, artist, etc.

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Chelley Week (2024 edition) - May 19 — May 26

STATUS : ended

- Main Tag

- Prompt List

- Day 1 : Roleswap / Cuddles

- Day 2 : Betrayal / In The Rain

- Day 3 : Reunion / Scars

- Day 4 : Malfunction / Drunkley

- Day 5 : Stargazing / Regrets

- Day 6 : Heartbeat / AU

- Day 7 : Nightmares / Dance

- Art Tag

- Writing Tag

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Chelley Week (2025 edition) - July 13 — July 19

STATUS : not yet started

- Main Tag

- Prompt List

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Chelley Week 2025!

This year it will take place July 13th-19th, and we are announcing the prompts even earlier so everyone has time to create their pieces. Feel free to participate, every day, some days, or just one! And remember to use the tag "chelley week 2025" when sharing your pieces 🧡💙

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Chelley Week 2024 Masterlist

Didn't do this last year because I didn't consider it until now, but I figured it'd be handy.

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DAY ONE - ROLESWAP

Art

Orange Sky AU

DAY TWO - IN THE RAIN

Art

DAY THREE - REUNION

Art

Fanfiction (externally) - "Reunion" - ao3

DAY FOUR - MALFUNCTION

Art

Fanfiction (externally) - "Malfunction" - ao3

DAY FIVE - STARGAZING/REGRETS

Art

Fanfiction - "Stargazing" - ao3 - Fanficnet - Tumblr

DAY SIX - HEARTBEAT/AU

Art and Fanfiction

Orange Sky AU

DAY SEVEN - DANCE

Art

Fanfiction - "Feelings" - ao3 - Fanficnet - Tumblr

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chelley week day 7 !!!!!!! iam a week late. let's ignore that lmao

aperture ball babey. I love drawing these guys in party situations. Thank you for the wonderful week! I had so much fun drawing for this ship week, and it only mtivated me to draw so much more lol. Live laugh love Chelley <3

i also included @mintbreeze‘s OC, human Sanity Core! I love her sm and special thanks to @britishsquidward for helping with a piece of dialogue! :3

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Chelley week day 6/7: Heartbeat/Nightmares

And with this, I've finished the Chelley week day! It has been really fun

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Chelleyweek2024 💖

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3 days late (had to do too many things )

Day 5 : heartbeat/ AU

Prompts by @bee-rosmyth-art @unbeeliever

" After all those decades being in an artificial body ,must be very harsh to get used to your real biological one "

Hope you like 💖

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Um, this is two days late...

Anyways, couldn't decide whether to do core wheat or human wheat so both <3

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Chelleyweek2024 💖

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3 days late (had to do too many things )

Day 5 : stargazing/ regrets

Prompts by @bee-rosmyth-art @unbeeliever

" stargazing late in night finding solace of past regrets "

Hope you like 💖

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Wheatley saw Chell <3

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It's hard to live, laugh, love when you keep remembering your regrets from the past.

I wanted to get at least something out for Chelley Week, and I've been tossing around the idea of Wheatley having some unchecked trauma from the past. Our sad little boy just needs to be comforted and reassured by his badass girlfriend.

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day 7! I had a lot of fun drawing this art week but man do my wrists hurt lol

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chelley weej day 7: Dance & Nightmares holy shit whole budget was spent on the third frame

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Chelley Week, Day 7: Dance

We did it! Thank you all so much for all the support for this challenge!

Associated Fanfic Here

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Feelings - A Chelley Week 2024 Fanfiction

Since his creation, Wheatley had been made to be afraid of numerous functions embedded within himself: disengagement potential, automated inactivity shutdown, an alleged “remote and self-destruct”... Heck, he'd even been told turning his torch on would have disastrous consequences. But out of all the things he'd been lumbered with, the worst of the bunch was decidedly the fact he had the capability to feel emotions on a human level. However, unlike the other things on his list, he was deathly sure this one could and would kill him. Really, he was - or at least had been - a robot, and those consisted of, what, a bit of metal and a few wires bunged in (it was becoming increasingly apparent that Wheatley truly had no idea how advanced and complicated Aperture technology was)! He wasn’t some elaborate system of neurons, and- and- what did humans have, again? …Electrons? And a… nucleus. Yes, that sounded about right. Wheatley wasn’t sure what any of those had to do with feeling emotions, if they even did, but regardless, he was still pretty angry.

“Feeling” was human. And he was not. 

So whoever's bright idea it had been to implement that feature (and all the other ones that lead up to him feeling the way he did at this point) was a bloody madman.

It was true, he was now occupying what resembled a human body, but at the end of the day, it was just densified light, and Wheatley was more comfortable with this knowledge rather than the thought he might be part-

No way. He didn’t want to think about evolving into a smelly human. Dealt with enough of those back at that place, and a majority of them had been absolutely unbearable, no matter what he did to assist. A majority, yes, though not all; a minority had been an utter delight to be around and talk with - well maybe not “talk” with, as such, but it was close enough, and more specifically, a certain someone. In fact, he was now wondering if he should perhaps be working on revising that earlier statement about annoyances, because the reason for his present state of turmoil was due to the aforementioned certain someone.

Admittedly, when Wheatley had first met her, he hadn’t been stunned out of his mind like some fairytale, or struck silly with fascination, wondering how she looked so perfect- Not that he’d been thinking about how perfect she looked right now, mind you. No, nothing of the sort. Most definitely not.

If you were to put it into a timeline from “meeting her” to “now”, he’d been indifferent, hopeful, impressed, resentful, regretful, desperate, thankful, at peace, attracte- NOT ATTRACTED. No! No, no, no. Who brought up attraction? No-one said anything about attraction, especially attraction concerning himself and Chell, which it wouldn’t be by any means, on account of the fact there was no attraction there, at all, whatsoever. Which isn’t to say that everything he’d been thinking about up until this point and the “certain someone” he’d mentioned earlier was in reference to Chell, heavens no - not that she was unattractive, seeing as in his eyes she was quite the opposite, respectfully marvellous, and…

And…

Oh, who was he kidding?

He was hopelessly attracted to Chell. And it wasn’t only her wondrous looks (a complete stunner, she was) either; it was her skill, her personality, her voice, just overwhelmingly her.

Be that as it may, this realisation (acceptance?) bothered him greatly. Not because crushing on somebody was necessarily a bad thing, since this was not the case and Wheatley didn’t believe it to be, but because he believed he shouldn’t have the capacity to feel this way. These “feelings”, if he could even call them that, were simulated, and that alone. What if he handled this sort of feeling differently to the rest of the population? He didn’t know what the rules were! What if he was to confess these feelings to Chell, only to later realise he was doing it incorrectly and end up breaking her heart, betraying her yet again? Hypothetically, of course; he wouldn’t dream of telling her what he was going through, not even if she-

A gentle pressure found its way onto his forearm, and in a brilliant display of disproportionate reactions, Wheatley jolted back rather violently. “I wasn’t thinking anything!” he exclaimed, as to not raise any suspicion and failing miserably.

Chell brushed off the falsehood. “You look troubled,” she commented, sympathy woven into her expression, “What’s bothering you?”

Her hand stayed placed lightly against his arm, her thumb caressing his wrist in a slow, controlled motion. Wheatley’s attention was torn between this very-much-welcome sensation, and Chell’s face. Given the choice, he’d pick watching her hands instead, as those would be easier to face than, well, her face, as this was proving rather difficult under the circumstances. His back was to the window, so what little sunlight was able to shine through past him hit her face beautifully, bringing out the gorgeous tone of her skin, and etching a glisten into her eyes.

How could he deceive a face like that? “Um. Nothing?” Very nice try, but no.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” she clarified, “I wouldn’t force you. But I do think it helps sometimes, especially for someone like you.”

“Well… Okay, I-” he paused and blinked, “Hang about, what- what do you mean ‘someone like me’?”

Shrugging and offering him a teasing smile, she answered, “You talk a lot.”

“Oh!” Wheatley threw his free hand up in the air, “Charming! I’m over here- I’m standing here, minding my own business, not bothering anyone, not even that weird… mouse thing that you lot said was stirring at Christmas - not sure where he is, by the way, still haven’t seen him. Must be a nice little guy, though. Presumably. I’ve not seen a mouse in years, and the last time I did it was dead. But that doesn’t distract from th-the point that I was just stood here, worrying about my head, and you come up all boisterous and cocky and just start tearing down my habits! And I don’t even talk a lot, actually.”

She said nothing, opting to stare at him knowingly, an eyebrow raised. He tapped his fingers against the counter. “Okay, so I… I might go on a little bit. Barely noticeable, though, I’d imagine.”

“Wheatley, it wasn’t a personal attack,” she explained (though she didn’t blame him for thinking it was, after years and years of the scientists’ and Her abuse), “I was only saying that since you like to talk, maybe it’d be best to get it out.”

“Upset? Who’s upset? I’m not upset about anything. Who said I was upset?”

“...You did. Just now.”

“Oh.”

A few moments passed where no-one said anything. “Bit awkward,” Wheatley muttered to fill the silence while he decided upon his next course of action, “I was just… upset about… abouuuuut…” Think of a lie, think of a lie, “that place. And- and Her. Which. That upset me. Sorry.”

The apology was more of an “I didn’t want to lie to you”, but Chell didn’t need to know that part.

“It upset me a lot too, at first,” she related, “and I’m not going to tell you it goes away, because it doesn’t. Not entirely, but it gets more manageable than it was.”

Oh dear. She was being considerate. He’d lied to her, and she was being considerate. Words couldn’t describe the pang of guilt that clung around Wheatley’s manufactured heart. “H-how do you manage that? If you don’t mind me asking, luv.”

Part of him cursed himself for calling her that nickname, as it only worsened the feelings he already had pulsing through him, and the other stood idly by to try and keep him from letting on.

Chell didn’t seem to notice or reply right away, taking to making her way across the room instead. The comforting pressure of her hand had to leave his arm for this, and he missed it the second she departed. Being in contact with Chell always made him feel so much more… whole. Like maybe he wasn’t merely a fraud. Like he was… alive. Properly alive, this was, none of that simulated stuff. Alive.

“Occupying yourself with something else.” Clicking the small button on the side of her radio, it sprung to life, projecting a funky tune into the room, the audio of which the most crisp it’d sounded in a long time, which was an extremely pleasant surprise.

Getting a feel for the music, Chell began to experimentally move in time with it, letting her cares be washed away by the immersion it brought. Wheatley, on the other hand, had never been more perplexed in his life. He watched on, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing,” she laughed at him, sliding over and taking his hand, “Come on.”

“Well, hey now, hold o- Woah-!”

She didn’t bother to give the taller enough time to protest, having already pulled him nearly out of balance and into the centre of the room, where he was now trying to keep up with her much more experienced movements.

Wheatley almost tripped over his own feet multiple times, but tried his best to continue. Not wanting to disappoint Chell was the thing that drove him to select most of his recently-made decisions, and with her holding his hands as nicely as she was, he didn’t plan on breaking that mantra any time soon. 

There was some temporary interference with the radio, but Wheatley wasn’t listening. It was hard to pay attention to muffled static when the woman you had a crush on was letting you see her at her most carefree, and allowing you to join her, to boot. Back at that place, he’d seen her look determined, all the way through. Knowing she could get out, doing anything to make that happen. So it was nice to see her just… smile.

Just when he was beginning to get the swing of things, the song faded out and another started up. Chell grinned wider. “Oh, I love this one.”

“You do?” he gulped. Better not mess this dance up, then.

She hummed in acknowledgement, approaching him ever-so-slowly until her head was resting against his chest. Wheatley thanked the lord he didn’t have a proper heartbeat or she’d be able to hear it hammering out of his ribcage. He couldn’t get over just how close she was. Their hands still entwined, bodies touching, swaying gently in rhythm with the tranquil song…It felt right.

At ease, Chell exhaled, giving Wheatley’s hand a light squeeze to silently ask if he was alright. Despite most definitely not being okay, Wheatley gave her hand a gentle squeeze back in response. He felt like he was dying, honestly, but if he was going to die - like he knew these emotions would bring him to - then he wouldn’t rather die anywhere else than how close he currently was to Chell.

It briefly crossed his mind that maybe the settings on his cooler had slipped, due to how his cheeks were beginning the warm up, which did frankly not seem good. Still, he’d rather temporarily malfunction than ruin this moment that, for the record, he could still not fathom the reality of. This was actually happening, he was dancing with Chell. Chell!

Staring down at the shorter, he wasn’t sure what to think. Her face wasn’t in his line of vision, but even by the top of her head, he could imagine how peaceful she looked. The proximity between them was maddening, and Wheatley found himself overcome by the urge to hold her closer, just to be there. To be there, as he wasn’t able to for the last seven years. To be there, as he wasn’t when he was controlled by the chassis. Chell deserved a nice life, and he was determined to give it to her, by being there.

Suddenly, something else clicked in his head, a new emotion. Happiness. He was happy. Happy holding her, admiring her, being near her. And if these “human” feelings meant that he could finally fully appreciate their coincidental existences, by the rules, the right way, then…

Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.

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Chelley Week, day 7: Dance

So, last day! here we go!!

To make up for the long text last time, I'll try to make up for it by shortening it this time:

Basically, I like to think that, over time, these too keep dancing when they are alone, practicing, and maybe even developing a taste for musicals, Wheatley's fault.

So, every once in a while, behind closed curtains, they'll have these moments where they're just having fun together, at one point where she already lets him open his eyes and wear his glasses while they dance.

(I'll make a little day 5, 6 and 7 compilation in another short-fic, but it will arrive late n.nu)

Aaand that was it, thank you so much to all of you, it was really fun to participate in this week, make things, whatch things made by others, made my week a little bit more bright.

See you soon!

Bye!

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Is this a redraw of my previous work of them stargazing? Yes, yes it is. And that's okay