#protals

[lilsilly02]

This makes me sooo happyyyy !!

૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

[tianhai03]

hi ive been introduced to a new guy and i may or may not have spent the past day learning many things about him (kazui from milgram project)

[lem0nl-me]

Meet the Artist 2025

HAIIIIII!!! ITS ME!!! i always forget how old I am until I make one of these things, then reality sets in.

And the cycle continues 🫡

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Sacrifice

ectoberweek24 day 5- two sentence tw- neglect summary- The Fentons are scientists

masterlist ao3 part 6 of AHINWTG

The Fentons were brilliant scientists. Or so they claimed. There was still no proof to all their theories, but they were persistent. They would have their proof. They’d show the world they had been right all along. Ghosts were real. Ghosts were evil.

And once they finally had a specimen, they would be able to discover how ghosts form and how to prevent ghosts from forming. Because who wanted to turn into an evil amalgamation of negative emotions?

So, they built weapons for creatures they hadn’t found yet, and published papers on topics hardly anyone believed. And they worked and worked and worked.

They had a little girl, but she was strong and independent. She could take care of herself. They needed to focus on their work. Afterall, someone had to be able to protect them from the evil ghosts. How better to care for their daughter than to work to defend her against threats?

Then they had a son, and that was okay too. They had always wanted two children, and this way Jazz could take care of little Danny so that they could focus on their work.

Once they’d proven their theories, once they’d defended the world against the threat ghosts posed, they’d spend more time with their children.

The years went by, and still they had no proof. At least both their children were independent now. 

They loved their kids. They did. But they needed to protect the world. And aren’t the many more important than the few? Sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

And they were almost finished. They would be able to prove the existence of ghosts soon. And then they’d destroy the ghostly dimension and make sure no more ghosts were formed. No one would have to suffer from ghosts again. And the Fentons would finally receive the renown they were due.

They built their portal. But it didn’t work. They researched and they researched and they researched. They delved into the mystic texts that they’d previously tried to ignore. They were scientists. They didn’t believe in nonsense like magic and witchcraft. 

But the more they looked into it, the more they saw that all the texts said the same thing. They all required the same thing in order to breach the veil between the living and the dead.

They looked at each other then. They had to decide what was more important.

But wasn’t it obvious? They were doing this for the greater good. They needed to be willing to do whatever it took, to sacrifice whatever it took, to see their research through.

They asked him to come downstairs after school. They told him they needed his help. He had helped in the lab before, though usually it was just to clean. He was just happy to spend time with them.

They had him slip on a hazmat suit and asked him to check some of the wiring inside the portal. 

He stepped in, and they flipped the switch.

Green light filled the portal, and a scream echoed through the lab. 

It was working. The portal was opening. They couldn’t help but feel excited.

But then the light died as the scream did.

When the light had faded, all they could see was a lump near the edge of the portal.

They cursed. They had been so close. This was supposed to have worked. They had done everything right. They had double checked their blueprints and the portal itself. They had even given in and followed the ancient texts.

They frowned. There was only one factor that they hadn’t been in complete control of. The boy. He must have done something wrong for it not to have worked. And as they looked at the portal, their frustration mounted. The inside was singed, metal corroded and wires frayed. It would take them months to fix it.

At least they still had the girl.

They turned to leave the lab. They’d clean the mess up later. But then there was a groan, and they turned back to see the boy raise his head.

They told him it was an accident. His heartbeat was slow, but he seemed fine.

That’s why it hadn’t worked, they thought to themselves. The boy hadn’t really died. They’d have to try a slightly different approach next time. Maybe it would work if the sacrifice was already dead? But first they’d up the portal’s voltage. More electricity should do it.

Because a portal to the afterlife needed the sacrifice of something loved in order to open.

But they would never succeed. 

They didn’t love him enough for it to work.

[rudinworkshop]

Updated GLaDOS ref

[bumpscosity]

[rainyheartkingdom]

Picrew 16

[soilem]

what is it in dp with canine ghosts being able to claw through space?

[killacharacterbingo]

The Cake is a Lie

If you've spend any amount of time on the internet or around teens and young adults you've probably heard the saying that The Cake Is A Lie. One of the most well know inside jokes in all of Gaming.

The Cake Is A Lie originally appeared in 2007, with the game Portal developed by Valve.

The sentence was found hidden throughout the game, acting as a warning to the player not to trust the Artificial Intelligence GLaDOS. That the promised reward, wasn't real. To stay alert of what the AI was doing around you. To stay safe.

The phrase has later been used as an idiom to refer to the pursuit of an empty, unattainable goal.

The Cake Is A Lie is intended to be an open prompt that the author can interpret however they see fit. Though, it's also welcomed to use the phrase how it was originally intended, as a warning.

[dziwnowo]

me going to doctoral school is so funny bc i was complaining abt this university since day 1 for last 5 years and here i am, agreeing for 4 more AND complaining abt it before even it started

[aperturescienceinnovators]

wehaly

[blee-bleep]

me: rezzing my teammates

THE FUCKING WRAITH WHO PUT THE PORTAL NEXT TO ME AND SUCKED ME TO THEIR CAMPING TEAM:

[sashaforthewin]

If I were to have one criticism of tumblr, it's that there's too many portals

[transfemzedaph]

even though i now actually know how double life went nothing will stop me from believing that the reason they die and the ship burns is bc they have a portal in their ship and it gets lava trapped and well, the ship burns, everything burns

[resurrectedteleport]

oh! you used to be in the military. i read about it on your file, which mysteriously appeared in the database shortly before you showed up. well i suppose you'll have plenty of experience with turrets, then. good luck.

[thebettergoat]

THEY ARE REAL THEY ARE REAL THEY ARE REAL

@ooliecat

Indeed gumball size (at least form where im from)

my gumballs