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my last account has returned from the dead (fallet7), I will post in that account, but I won’t delete this one yet!

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~you want to read Blue Sky by waffles soooo bad~

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why no more portal?

portal is eternal 🔵🟠

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lightness

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Wheatley, on the radio: Hey so I’m back from space and currently being tortured and I need you to pick me up, I’ll be in the first place you think of when you think of places that try to kill you and I know you probably don’t want to help the guy that tried to murder you but im sorry about that and-

Some random Eaden resident who happened to be listening to the radio when Wheatley intercepted it: 

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in 2020, i am still in love with this fic

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my favorite sapphic women

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Wheatley's messy little cubicle from Blue Sky :)

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two icons

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I have never seen the ocean.

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do not think, do not speak, do not hope

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Fréminet

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Made Eaden General for some background practice, and to play around with lighting. Also threw in a version with Chell and Garret, mostly because I thought it would be fun to imply Chell playing my other favorite game, Myst.

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by popular request (one friend telling me to draw this)

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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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Chelley week, day 6 - Heartbeat

He could feel something through his arms as he supported her, a faint double-time tremor feeding back into the pressure sensors of his new body. It took him a little while to realise that it was the sound of her heart.

It was a terrifyingly small, fragile thing, that sound. Especially considering that- if the sketchy scraps of human biology he remembered were correct- that quivering knot of muscle in there was the only thing keeping her going. It seemed completely wrong to Wheatley that she, always so tough and unstoppable, should be dependant on something that vulnerable. Any designer worth their salt, he reasoned, any sane engineer, would surely have made it the other way around.

(Excerpt from Blue Sky, by Waffles)