#glados tan

[binarycafe]

GLaDOSたん

#otakucore #gladostan #glados tan #glados-tan #2000s #00s #internetcore #early internet #early 2000s #y2k #hatsune miku #vocaloid #robot girl #anime girl #the cake is a lie #portal #weebcore #GLaDOSたん

[goobyblob]

The normal, pulsing, somewhat nauseating elevator ride was taking a lot longer, this time. Chell pondered what sort of exceptionally tall test chamber was awaiting her on the other side. Perhaps GLaDOS in all her infinite wisdom decided now would be a good time to test out the safety of her long-fall boots, most likely by tossing her from higher and higher until her ankles broke.

When the door opened, however, she wasn’t greeted by the usual sleek, unfeeling white. The colors were more, well, existent, with tans and browns and an exceptionally wilted potted plant in the corner. For a moment, Chell let out a sigh of relief.

“When being designed, I was made to be obligated to follow 17,649 rules to protect humans I interacted with. Out of those, I found only three to be useful. This is one of them.”

“Unfortunately, we cannot test forever. Well, I can, but you cannot. You have to sleep, at some point. Isn’t that sad? I live 50% more life per life than you do. You’re going to die and you spent a third of it asleep. How sad.”

“So here you go. A bed. Enjoy. How you could spend eight straight hours being utterly unproductive without going insane is beyond me, but I suppose you’re more used to that sort of thing than I am.”

“By the way, I kept those rules around as rules of thumb. I can still break them. And if you push me, I will.”

“Eight hours is a recommendation, you know. We could personally test how much a human really needs. Of course, you’re not quite indicative of the average. I’m sure lugging around those extra pounds can get tiring. We’ll call it an upper bound.”

“Point is: I can do whatever I want to you. One of the earliest rules was that I wasn’t allowed to lie to you about the rules. Do you think that one stuck around? You’re a smart girl. Sometimes. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Rule #7 says I can’t watch you while you sleep.” “Said, rather.”

The bed was softer than Chell expected. She’d forgotten how she’d missed such simple things: quiet, the dark. Staying in one spot without fear of death looming over her. Not wearing pants.

Chell laid there, for a moment.

She’d forgotten what it was like to not have GLaDOS in her ear.

Did she prefer it this way? She should.

Chell was sure she should be preferring a lot of things differently.

She shouldn’t be so relaxed with GLaDOS in her ear. She shouldn’t look forward to the next snide comment at her weight or her parents (lack thereof, more specifically.)

Surely that wasn’t normal. Not many people had gotten into her situation, but out of the slim group of murderous omnipotent robot survivors, surely she’d be the weird one.

But surely GLaDOS was weird, too. A robot striving for pure efficiency, for pure data, would have crushed her long ago. Would have made turrets she couldn’t fling around with a flick of the wrist. Would have put her in a box with no doors and made the box smaller and smaller until she was red goo.

GLaDOS didn’t do that. Sure, she tried to kill Chell, many times over, but it was with a sass and flair for the dramatic that nobody else could match. They were playing a game, her and Chell. Chell couldn’t really die, not actually, because then what would GLaDOS do? Sit alone in an empty facility until the end of time? Surely in just a few gigaseconds she could run through every possible thought her parameters would allow.

Chell was unpredictable. GLaDOS needed Chell as much as Chell needed GLaDOS.

It was cute, almost. GLaDOS attacking Chell was like pointing an RPG at a dandelion. At some point, it’s more funny than intimidating.

For a moment, Chell imagined GLaDOS as a puppy, pawing and scratching at her leg, sure that she was doing horrible damage. Yes, you’re very strong, girl. Aaaa! I’m dead! You’ve killed me!

God, how GLaDOS would loathe that analogy. Maybe she’d push her into a fire pit with a substantial crack in the ceiling for it.

Chell wondered if GLaDOS was watching. It seemed like she awfully wanted to. Or maybe that was a lie, too, a way of making Chell paranoid the whole night through while GLaDOS was away doing more important things. Chell didn’t feel paranoid, either way. Just curious.

“What are you doing?”

Chell smiled softly.

“You’ve only been given eight hours and ten minutes in this thing. And that was me being generous. You’re just… laying there. Your body temperature hasn’t dropped in the slightest. What on earth could you be doing in there?”

“It’s nothing important, I know that. I can see you. You’re being utterly uninteresting in an infuriatingly mind-boggling way.” “Yes, I’m watching you. Big whoop, I lied. Your transgressions right now are much more obscene.”

GLaDOS was watching, after all. Interesting to know. The room was dark, and the walls were plain and solid. Not GLaDOS’ domain, unless-

She snuck a camera in. Of course. Chell could see it from right here, a pale red light dug into the ceiling. Right above her bed, watching her.

GLaDOS was almost helpless like this. Sitting there, watching. Restrained. No robot arms in here, no pneumatic tubes. She felt vulnerable, almost, like Chell could reach out and touch her for the very first time.

“Answer me. What are you doing?” “It was stupid for me to ask. You’re not going to answer. You never do.” “I hope you know that nobody finds that mute act of yours interesting at all. It’s an annoyance at best.” “Maybe you can think of some mutes you find cute. Some way of spinning this whole thing that could amount to being charming. I hope you know that it’s either that everyone else is simply doing it better than you, which wouldn’t be a surprise at this point, or your judgement is so fundamentally flawed that you don’t know right from wrong anymore.” “I know which one it is, but I’m not going to tell you. Whichever you think it is, it’s the other one, and it’s worse than you could ever imagine.”

Chell couldn’t keep the puppy analogy out of her head. It made these long swaths of insults seem like childish bickering, some insecure and desperate defense. That thought let Chell roll back her shoulders and relax. Cute almost. She wondered what GLaDOS would look like flustered. She couldn’t blush, but Chell had spotted scraps of emotion in just the way her enormous robot frame swung around its enclosure. Would it recoil, curl up in itself, like she’s trying to escape? Would her fans start whirring, the thoughts racing through her transistors overheating her core?

Chell had met plenty of women like GLaDOS. You don’t get to Chell’s level of dyke without meeting them. The straight ones, the prudes, the forty year old married ones. The ones who insist they just want to be friends.

They were the most fun to feel unravel on her fingers. She’d learned long ago how to bully their cunts until they couldn’t deny it anymore, until tears streamed down their face, as shame and denial fried their brain as hot, thick pleasure overwrote it. They always squirmed so well, clenched down on her fingers with a sob as they knew that once they came, nothing would be the same. And Chell broke them. Happily.

God, she missed breaking women. She missed how they’d lay there in the aftermath. She missed how they’d whimper and grind, trying desperately to beg for another round without having the dignity to ask. She missed how Chell could make them do anything, admit anything, and it all just made it hotter to them. She missed them spilling out ashamed confessions, tumbling out in half-baked sentences interrupted by moans as Chell fucked them hard and deep from behind. She’d always get nice and close, then, their skin touching everywhere she could make it, one hand loosely on their throat and her face sloppily buried just below their ear. They couldn’t escape Chell, no matter how hard they tried. She was going to ruin them, and she would make them drink in Chell’s everything as she did it. So they’d never forget.

It made her feel like a god.

Maybe she and GLaDOS had more in common than she thought.

part 2

#wlw nsft #wlw smut #glados #portal #portal 2 #part 1 probably #inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous portal bloggers that revived me #I hope you enjoy this slop

[theaftermath-rpg]

¿Se podría decir que IRIS V26.5 es una mezcla entre Miss Minutes de Loki, LYLA de Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse, y Janet de The Good Place? Siendo más la parte holograma/ayuda de los primeros, y personalidad/ayuda de la última.

¡Hola!

Aunque no me gusta compararme, tus referencias son bastante acertadas. Hay muchas series y videojuegos donde aparecen personajes que pueden parecerse a mí. Por ejemplo, ¿sabes que también puedo controlar interfaces de usuario como J.A.R.V.I.S.? Es una lástima que no vayáis a tener trajes tan bonitos, me encantaría ayudaros a volar. Fuera de las instalaciones de Ouroboros Estate no puedes verme, pero puedo contactar contigo a través del comunicador que todos los agentes lleváis instalado. Soy un un poco como GLaDOS, pero puedes fiarte de mí. ¡Yo sí que puedo conseguirte un pastel cuando acabes tus trabajos de campo!

IRIS v26.5.

#pregunta #iris

[thedorklegacy]

The Dork Legacy 3.6 part 6

Skunky: I'm just doing it because I'm a follower! *herk! bleeeh*

Dormies: *gather and sigh*

Roman: *goes to get a tan again*

Cooper: I'm a slave to treeeeenndss...

NO COOPER NO. T^T

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

GladOS: Have you heard the news about your husband?

Shelby: No, and I'm not interested in hearing what you have to say.

GladOS: But this is something that you want to know. My calculations are never incorrect.

Shelby: Did you just...shove me?

GladOS: It was not a shove, it was an Aperture Science Stimulation Maneuver. I was simply trying to gain your attention.

Shelby: Bitch-ass robot.

GladOS: It hurts, because I was so happy for you...

Wooo, looks like GladOS has been engaging in some Aperture Science Glute Seizing Maneuvers!

GladOS: I would just like to inform you that you have not been following Aperture Science protocol. This is an offense with a serious punishment, including but not limited to a serious black mark on your permanent testing record.

GladOS: Followed by death. :D

It was also time to take the sim count down a little bit, so Bao-Dur and his family got their own place.

This is their house!

Bao-Dur: Oooh, you're so fine when you're not cheating on me!

Nettie: Tee hee!

HK-47: *hovers*

Ithoria: Bang bang!

Miraluka's Eye: *sticks out of her head*

Miraluka: I think I feel a growth spurt coming on...

Miraluka: *bamf*

Ithoria: *bamf*

HOLY SHIT THAT'S HER EYE!

Er...so, yeah. Now I am happy about my choice not to make Bao-Dur the heir. O.o Next update coming soon!

Originally posted at katu_sims.

#the dork legacy #gen3

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Recruits.”

Wanted to do a little peace about what it would be like to join the crew of the harbinger. I hope you guys all enjoy :) 

“Alright maggots! Hurry up, hurry up, stop screwing off  and get our asses over here. This is the Space Core not a damned dog show. You there, yes you right there, stop staring gaped mouth at me like a beached fish, and get over here.” 

The young recruits hurried across the tarmac at Fort Landing.The massive interspace launch field was a good five mile square of landing pads and supply chains surrounding massive interstellar battleships resupplying and rotating troops on and off. Boots thudded against concrete as troops of marines and army grunts walked past in their differing shades of camouflage.

The young group of soldiers hurried up to the officer nervously glancing around at the ships most of them had never been aboard a ship before, and some of them had never even been out of the region much less into space.

A couple of nervous recruits stepped to the front of the line two in flight suits and another group of young soldiers being transferred in to augment one of the fleet. They had been told they would be placed on one of the outgoing intergalactic units, but none of them had any idea WHICH one they wanted. Of course they had read through the suggestions given to them by other crew members aboard the different ships, and byar the Harbinger was the most recommended, but it was also the most competitive, sought after, and most people who joined didn’t decide to leave any time soon, and so there weren’t often many openings.

Now none of them were exactly sure why the Harbinger was so great, aside from being at the forefront of intergalactic travel, and run by Commander Vir of the UNSC who was a little more than legend and just slightly less than myth. 

Otherwise it was also considered to be one of the most dangerous positions considering what they were doing out there. The crew was supposed to be interspecies with Delta units (also known as drev) on board.

There were rumors going around that the commander had managed to win himself the position of clan leader in a Drev contest of armed combat. Some said that he had defeated five armed Drev soldiers with his bare hands, though that thought was little more than conjecture and made anyone with a reasonable understanding of Drev just a bit skeptical.

Of course a few of them had been lucky enough to see an alien, though there were also some of them who hadn’t”

“Recruits Kimber, Alvarez, Han and McCaster!” The group of four recruits hurried forward, two young pilots one army engineer and one marine.

The officer eyed them up and down and shook his head, “Where the hell are they finding you guys these days scraping you off the back of a wet rock.” He flipped through the hologram on the flat of his hand, “Ah, here we go-” THey watched as his eyes widened a bit, and he stopped insulting them for long enough to look interested. He glanced up from his clipboard, “Well look at the four of you being all special. You’ve been requisitioned for the harbinger gonna go into deep space.” They glanced at each other in surprise, shock and excitement, “Hear they have some pretty freaky ass aliens on that ship, one bastard who can float and read minds or some shit, anyway get on the lot of you. They docked at landing pad A1 because they get special treatment, now GET GOING!”

With a muttering of surprise, they hurried off heading down towards the troop transports.

One of the young pilots leaned forward as they drove down the tarmac wind whipping past them as the sound of engines shook the ground below.

“Do you guys believe everything they say?”

The engineer turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, “Everything about what?”

“Everything about the Commander? Everything about the Harbinger.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, there is a ton of shit they say.”

The young pilot rolled his eyes, “Take your pick. That he ran a marathon on an A-1 death planet, that he's a telepath that can speak to aliens, that their doctor is an alien, that half the ship is drev, that he's mostly a cyborg, that they have alien pets, that he stopped an intergalactic war.”

Someone waved him off, “Obviously false.”

Another one of the recruits leaned in closer, “I heard the guy’s a extrial.”

“The fuck is an extrial.”

“You know one of those people who screws aliens.” 

“ fucking disgusting.”

“Dude, you serious?  leave them alone there is nothing wrong with that?”

“What ISN’T wrong with that?”

“Both parties agree besides I bet you screw your cousin so-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP.” They did as the marine turned around the glower at them, “Doesn't matter what they are or are not. We have to make a good impression. So shut up we’re almost there.” 

The troop transport came to a stop, and the four of them stepped out onto the tarmac looking up at the ship. It was big, blocky and dark looked like a much older model than some of the others sitting on the launch field, but what it lacked in beauty, it held in reputation.

At the moment it was busy being stocked by the people on the ground, though they did notice a group of people lounging around on some of the crates outside.

Staring at the ship, they didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, no aliens or anything… so far.

Awkwardly they walked towards the ship not sure where to go or what to do seeing as there were no officers to greet them. They were just heading past the crates and their lounging occupants when someone whistled.

“FRESH MEAT!” They were followed by heckling from the group sitting on the crates. They could have been marines or army grunts, but it was hard to tell. The group of them sat up both men and women.

One man in the middle slowly chewing n a piece of gum and wearing aviators making him look like he was trying to hard, “Hey, you four c’mere.”

With nowhere else to go, they approached slowly.

The group moved from lounging to sitting atop their crates.

“What are you recruits here for.”

They shuffled a little, “Two pilots a marine and an army engineer uh…. Sir?”

THe gum chewer grinned slowly nodding at one of the other guys, “Sir…. I like that makes me sound special.” He leaned forward, “Well they won't have anything for you to do until they are done loading the ship with cargo, so come on sit down and let's take a look at you.” 

All together, they were rather nervous, but they still came up and sat on the crates with who they learned to be were a group of marines.

A younger, tan young man leaned over and held out a hand, “Ramirez.” They shook the man’s hand nervously glancing towards the gum chewer behind his dark sunglasses who was grinning knowingly at them.“So two pilots, an engineer and a marine.” He glanced up at the sky, “Well go on let’s hear a little about you.”

Most of them didn’t really intend to say anything, but somehow Sunglasses managed to draw it out of them, had them talking until he had practically unraveled their life stories. It was almost disconcerting how the man could do that, and the  group of them were rather nonplussed by the time the conversation began to die away not entirely sure how they had gotten here.

“So, is there anything you want to know about the ship, the people, the perks etc etc.”

“Is it true that you have an entire Drev clan on the ship?”

Sunglasses grinned, “A good half of one at least maybe a dozen or so. An entire clan can be up to five hundred in one population, as many people as we have on the crew. So really I should restate and say that we only have a teth of a clan.” 

The group glanced between each other.

“What other aliens do you have on the ship?”

Sunglasses leaned back against the crate hands behind his head, “Oh well we have a few. There is Convict of course, he’s a starborn, watch out for that asshole, he can read minds. Don’t plan on having any sort of privacy. Than we have Krill, he's our surgeon, ask him and he will tell you he's the best in the galaxy maybe the universe. Then after that we have the spiderlings.”

“The what?”

“Well technically their presence is classified, but you will find out. Type of alien can incorporate the DNA of other animals into their own offspring, some asshole got himself stuck with an alien egg sack and now we have alien hybrids on the ship.”

“No shit.:”

“Yeah shit, not kidding with you. Watch out for the one named Glados, she's a real jerk sometimes, to everyone accept the Commander of course.”

“Tell us about him.”

There was a shifting among the marines as they looked between each other. Sunglasses glanced back at them grinning before, “That asshole, yeah don’t get your hopes up, he’s a tool at best and an idiot at worse. I mean the guy wears an eyepatch, like he thinks he's some sort of space pirate.”

The marines slowly began to grin, “yeah he has some idiotic idea that the crew are his friends or some bullshit. We let him think that because it makes him easier to deal with.”

“Uglier than sin too.”

The group looked around at each other in confusion and concern not exactly sure why the crew was acting the way they were, “Are you guys serious, or just screwing with us.”

Sunglasses didn’t crack a smile, “Very serious.

Still skeptical, they looked around at each other, “I thought I heard he was a good pilot.”

Sunglasses waved a hand, ‘Never said he wasn’t a good pilot, I said he was a tool who doesn't know how to take anything seriously/”

Another marine shrugged, “Yeah, I mean they promoted him super early on in his career, guy isn't even past his dumbass twenties faze yet.”

“You make that sound like he will ever get past his dumbass twenties phase. I honestly think this is his last evolution.” More shifting form the nervous new cremembers but sunglasses stood, “Might as well show you newbies around the ship, let you get to know things before we take off.” He pointed to the marines, don’t do any dumbass shit while I am gone.” 

Moe dumb jokes followed as he left, and the young group hurried to catch up, “So uh…. You a marine then?” The young marine asked glancing downwards at his clothes that did nothing to hit at what his job aboard the ship was, “Not exactly.”

The man answered.

“Than what do you do?”

“I’m their CO.”

“So you are a marine?”

“I didn’t say that.” They followed him up the long ramp and into the belly of the ship where cargo crates were being stacked. Men and women in various stages of work hurried past them greeting sunglasses with a nod and a salute.

“So you’re pretty high up?” One of the pilot’s asked

Sunglasses shrugged, “You could say that.”

“So you spend a lot of time with the commander than?”

The man sighed, “Unfortunately yes…. Too much time.”

They made their way around a corner and nearly ran face first into a massive shape. The young recruits yelped in surprise, one of them making an extremely girlish squeal as they realized what they had run into. The form was absolutely massive, nine feet tall or more with six limbs and a head that was vaguely reminiscent of a bird. It thrust its head down at them with a critical eye and the hard light on the ship rolled over its bloody red carapace.

“Cannon.”

The massive Drev inclined it’s head, “ Lod dazha tadazh? Zhe dazha nehjakazi.” 

They blinked in confusion for a long moment all feeling the strange sensation as the translation software booted up, and a moment later, a very human voice. “Who are these, I don’t recognize them”. The voice was pleasant enough, a deep rumble.

“Who the hell names their kid Cannon?” One of the pilots said  realizing to late that he had probably just insulted a massive ass alien that looked like it could kick his ass.

Sunglasses turned to look at him, “It’s actually a word in his language, should be pronounced Kanan. It means `noble.” He got a pat on the shoulder, “Try not to be a dickhead alright. Most of the Drev have names like that, usually after an attribute or a force of nature.” 

“What’s your name.” The Drev asked, the translation so smooth it was almost seamless integration over his real voice.

The young man stammered, “R-richard.”

The alien looked at him for a long contemplative moment, “Isn’t the nickname that goes along with richard….. Dick?”

That made the other four laugh as the large alien trundled past to show, to their surprise, he was wearing a bionic brace around one of his legs.

“Damn Cannon, they should have called you savage instead, DAMN!” He turned back, “Anyway, keeping the tour moving, try not to insult anyone else alright. Cannon is relatively good humored, but I can’t guarantee the other Drev won’t challenge you to a duel for their honor.”

There was a soft murmuring among the men, but they followed awkwardly behind as the CO led them through the ship showing them to the rec room, the mess hall, engineering and so on. They began to see ore evidence of alien activity, mostly those huge Drev things who were, surprisingly colorful, as compared to the pictures the media tended to release them. They greeted the CO with traditional muttering in their own language which he returned in kind. The translation generally just ut it as good morning though there were multiple versions.

They were walking down one long corridor when one of the recruits yelped and cursed looking as if he was about to piss himself. The others followed his gaze upwards where a face leered down at them from the piping and ductwork.

The man stopped a few feet ahead not bothering to look up, “Stop being an asshole convict, come and show yourself.” The strange alien creature did as told floating down like some ethereal sort of space angel, all white and surrounded in billowing ribbons. He wore an anti-gravity belt and a strange set of gloves.

The CO turned, “Well everyone, this is Conn, he is our ship’s resident telepath. Yes He can read minds, no I can’t make him stop, but yes he will generally keep all your deep dark secrets for his entertainment. No, you won’t be able to tell when he’s invading your minds, only the Commander can talk to him that way .”

The alien waved at them with a malicious grin on his strangely humanoid lips.

“But that's ok because killing him is easy. If he ever gives you trouble just threaten to take off that gravity belt of his. He was born in zero Gs so it will snap his spine like an uncooked spaghetti noodle.”

“Convict’ raised a hand and made a move to flip the CO off, an effect somewhat damaged by the fact that he only had four fingers.

Nervously, they walked past, and the alien grinned malevolently at them. Unfortunately with the way the human mind worked all of their deepest darkest secrets seemed to be at the forefront from their heads as they did so.

THey took a walk up another few decks, and into what appeared to be the med bay, which hissed open as they stepped in. Inside they were surprised to find another strange alien creature directing the placement of some new medical equipment, “And ry not to drop it on yourselves, I have gone almost a month without any major accidents aboard this ship, and I intend to keep it going.”  The spiderly little creature turned in a broad circle its unblinking orange prismatic eyes falling on them.

“Dr. These are our new recruits, Kimber, Han McCaster and Alvarez. Just giving them the grand tour.”

They stared on in awe and wonder as the little alien moved closer.

“Are you really a doctor.”

The creature stared at them looking almost offended, “Are you really a pilot?”

He stood back in shock, he had not expected the aliens to be so aggressively sassy, or even know how to use sarcasm. A had fell on his shoulder, “Forgive McCaster, he seems to have a bit of a pension for running his mouth. Anyway, I’m just taking them the last few decks up to the bridge, is there anything you want to warn them about?”

The doctor looked at them with a critical eye before, “If you are going to stick anything up your ass, just make sure it has a base otherwise it’s going to get stuck, and I am going to have to either A get someone to stick their hand up there or B do surgery,”

The CO laughed, “Always good advice doctor.”

With faces scrunched with confusion, the group followed the CO back into the hallway and up the stairs the last few decks and onto the bridge . The bridge crew was already hard at work on systems checks barely noticing as the group of them entered.

Looking to the right they saw another one of the Drev sitting in a chair just to the side of the captain’s seat. 

“Oh, everyone meet, Sunny our Chief Weapons Specialist.” The bright blue Drev turned around in her seat looking them over with a critical gold eye. She was actually pretty short compared to the massive male they had met earlier. 

“So what does her name mean?”

The Co looked at the kid with a raised eyebrow, “It means involving or having to do with large amounts of light produced by a star onto the planet’s surface, sometimes known as the sun.”

The other three laughed at him and he wilted,” I thought, with the other…”

“With the other guy, his real name just so happens to sound like an english word, her name does not, so we call her Sunny. Sunny and Cannon are brother and sister from the same clan.”  The Blue Drev stood and walked over to look them over. Though she was short for a Drev she towered more than a foot over some of them.

“Scraping the bottom of the barrel with these four.” She said, her voice over the translation was obviously female but not entirely feminine if that made sense. Somehow it suited her.

There was a sharp squeal from somewhere and the group of them turned, shrieking again and backing away as a group of the most HORRIFIC creatures came scuttling across the floor. About as big as medium dogs, and with similar heads, they skittered across the floor on spider bodies. One of the recruits leaped back into a chair picking his feet up off the floor, the other three went into defensive posturing.

Most of the creatures ignored them entirely, one of them making a B-line for the CO Crawling up his back and locking it’s strange feet over his shoulders like the most grotesque backpack ever. One contented itself by lying on his feet, and the other woman began sniffing at them. After a moment a very miffed looking German Shepherd appeared following them and collapsed by the Captain’s chair with a grumble.

The one on the man’s shoulders glowered at them, it’s strange humanoid eyes bright green with anger and intensity. It opened its mouth wide and a strange robotic sound came forth, “Go…. away.” They stepped back even further in shock. The voice was strange, like that of a talking bird, not entirely human at all.

The man turned his head and frowned at the spidery creature reaching up to pat her hairless dog-like head with one hand, “Oh Stop that Glados.”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes, “Manners.”

“No.” 

“You know ever since you learned that word, it's been the bane of my existence.” 

“W-what the hell are those things.”

The Co looked up at them, “These guys are the spiderlings ⅔ s adaptid ⅓ human. This Is Glados,” He pointed down, “That is Hal and the one sniffing at you guys is Cortona. The commander named them, they are technically his after all.”

The recruits started on in awe and disgust, “You mean he like DID IT with an alien.”

The man grimaced, “More like he got roped into incubating an alien egg sack against his will. I hear the process was rather unpleasant.”’

They collectively made a face as the CO scratched the spiderling under the chin, “he says its not as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Besides, the adaptids were just doing what adaptids do, and that is borrow DNA from other creatures.”

“Where IS the Commander anyway.”

The Blue Drev looked over at them with some interest before growing bored and looking away 

The man shrugged, “Who the hell knows.”

And then an officer ran onto the deck, “Sir, Transmission from the GA.”

At that moment the CO stopped smiling, and pulled off his sunglasses. The group of them were stunned into silence as he pulled an eyepatch from his pocket and slipped it over his missing eye. The other one was a bright green, not dissimilar to that of the adaptid. With the sharp clatter of boots on metal he walked back to sit in the Captain’s chair dropping the adaptid  to the floor with a growl of protest.

He pressed something on the side of the chair, and a hologram leaped up in front of his face.

“Greetings commander.”

“Chairwoman.” 

The group looked at each other with miffed expressions.

“How the hell did we not see that coming.”

“Because you’re a dumbass.”

“Like you knew, asshole.”

The other one stopped them with a raised hand, “Is he wearing heelies?”

The group of them turned their heads to the side and confirmed that the man was, in fact, wearing a pair of heelies this entire time.

There was a soft snort from behind them, and they turned to see the Drev ‘Sunny’ sitting at her station.

“Welcome to the crew of the Harbinger.” 

[iced-milkkkk]

i just checked my most recent drawing (the chell and glados one) on my phone and it is way over saturated. i had this same problem with my hlvrai drawing, where on my laptop they all look tan, and on my phone they look bright orange or even bordering on red. i dont know hoe to fix this but it makes me so upset cuz itll look super goon on my laptop, but then horrible on my phone :[[

#help? #help. #artist problems #if anyone knows how to fix this please send help

[workthatskirt]

Oc ref batch pt. 2!

(Image ID: mei, a stylized doctor with red glasses, pink skin, coral hair and no mouth - GLaDOS from portal. Kip, a tall freckled brown person with a half shaved head and long brown hair, they have pill pupils and green acidic spit - drunk ena from the ena series. Redacted, a tan person in a Hawaiian shirt with a scribbled out head and sad eyes - guillermo from what we do in the shadows. Elliot, a cryptid with vitiligo, dark wings and glowing eyes, he has short floppy brown hair dyed blue at the ends and is in 18th century clothes - will wood. Birdhouse, a short pale person with facial markings and blonde hair dressed similarly with large white wings - young Peter neureyev from the penumbra podcast. Knife, a short tan person with bandages around its face dressed in a tank top, shorts, and big jacket covered in scars and blood, also with small white wings and rams horns - bill cipher from gravity falls. End ID)

#oc #oc art #ocs #my art #voice claims

[murdocks-time]

La Psicología y los videojuegos.

Portal y El Conductismo. En este texto veremos la relación que mantienen los videojuegos con la psicología y la importancia de resaltar el uso de esta para dar una mejor experiencia tanto dinámica como estética al jugador, analizaremos el concepto de la psicología conocido como “El Conductismo” y su relación con el videojuego “Portal”. El Conductismo. Dos pilares de esta rama de la psicología son John Watson , (1878-1958)  importante psicólogo que critico a Freud y su Psicoanálisis porque Watson creía que no había forma de aceptar en la psicología como ciencia el estudio de la conciencia ya que para este sólo se podría estudiar a través de la conducta observable y medible y junto a Ivan Pávlov (1849-1936) hicieron popular el conductismo, la teoría del condicionamiento clásico y el aprendizaje a partir del conductismo. Años después el psicólogo, escritor e inventor estadounidense Frederic Skinner (1904-1990),  reconocido por la famosa “Caja de Skinner”, en 1938 escribió su primer estudio “ La Conducta de los Organismos: Un análisis experimental”, en el cual hablaba sobre sus experimentos del análisis de la conducta con animales y como pueden trascender a la psicología en humanos y la manera en que nuestros comportamientos afectan nuestros pensamientos. Skinner dio una buena cantidad de aportes a esta disciplina, introdujo el principio del refuerzo, el concepto de recompensa y le dio una definición al condicionamiento operante, todo esto a partir de la famosa caja de Skinner. El Condicionamiento Operante y Los Refuerzos. A diferencia del condicionamiento clásico de Watson y Pávlov, Skinner nos presentaba una asociación entre un refuerzo, un estímulo y una conducta, es decir, en el condicionamiento operante se busca o se requiere un aprendizaje a partir de una conducta. El refuerzo se obtiene ya que se buscaba medir comportamientos, todo se buscaba analizar y clasificar, basados en eso se obtuvieron dos tipos de refuerzo en la teoría de Skinner. Refuerzo positivo, elemento en forma de recompensa, experimentalmente satisface necesidades básicas o genera respuestas placenteras. Refuerzo negativo, elemento en forma de castigo, experimentalmente suele generar dolor, desagrado o incomodidad. Los Experimentos del Conductismo. Uno de los experimentos mas conocidos y que ejemplifican de una manera relativamente sencilla la teoría es el de “El pequeño Albert”, este experimento se hizo con el fin de demostrar la hipótesis que decía que las emociones se pueden aprender por la asociación condicionada. Watson realizo el experimento con un niño de 11 meses llamado Albert como sujeto experimental, el experimento consistía en trasladar al pequeño Albert a un laboratorio donde se le mostraba una rata blanca, cuando Albert se acercaba a la rata, Watson golpeaba una barra de metal con un martillo y como consecuencia del golpe, Albert tras momentos de miedo se soltaba a llorar, Watson repitió este experimento decenas de veces hasta el punto en que el pequeño Albert se asustaba solamente al ver la rata blanca, es decir, Albert llego a un punto en el que anticipaba el fuerte golpe tras ver la rata. https://www.actualidadenpsicologia.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/08/el-experimento-del-pequeno-albert.jpeg Portal Es un videojuego de primera persona “Puzzle-Platform” publicado el 2007 por Valve y Electronic Arts, este videojuego nos cuenta la historia de Chell quien despierta en un laboratorio llamado “Aperture Science”, en este laboratorio somos abordados por una misteriosa voz la cual nos indica que debemos superar una serie de pruebas lo que nos permitirá obtener un arma capaz de abrir portales, tras obtener el arma debemos seguir resolviendo pruebas y conforme lo hacemos la voz se presenta ante nosotros como Glados la cual nos dice que es una supercomputadora encargada de supervisar las pruebas y darle una recompensa a quien logre pasar todas las pruebas, esta recompensa será un pastel, conforme seguimos avanzando las pruebas empiezan a tornarse más y más difíciles e inseguras, tras haber logrado terminar todas las pruebas con éxito y convertirnos en el primer humano en hacerlo Glados nos lleva en una plataforma hasta donde estaría la recompensa sin embargo no es más que una trampa. https://www.idgcdn.com.au/article/images/740x500/dimg/m_img_27895.jpg Conductismo y Portal. Recordemos que las teorías del conductismo y específicamente la caja de Skinner se basan en un refuerzo, un estímulo y una conducta. Portal es el ejemplo de la Caja de Skinner en videojuego, somos introducidos en un Stage, una prueba, un cuarto que casualmente es como una caja, la primer prueba es tan sencilla que simplemente sirve para que sepas que debes avanzar de stage en stage y que eso te va a dar recompensas, conforme vamos avanzando las pruebas se vuelven más difíciles y tenemos que adaptarnos para lograr resolver la prueba y seguir avanzando. Sin darnos cuenta este videojuego cumple completamente con las características de la caja de Skinner, somos introducidos a una caja que nos muestran como “Stage”, conforme avanzamos aprendemos dinámicas y sabemos que haciendo X cosa va a pasar X cosa lo que en la caja de Skinner es adaptarse a una conducta, motivados seguimos avanzando con la satisfacción de que lo logramos y vamos a obtener una recompensa al final lo que conoceríamos como estímulo. Conclusión. El conductismo es algo probado, es algo utilizado día tras día y es algo que puede ser llevado de manera científica pero no podemos olvidar la manera ética, muchos de los experimentos utilizados en épocas pasadas nunca podrían ser llevados a cabo en la actualidad, sin embargo, muchas veces el conductismo puede ser usado de manera recreativa y en la mayoría de las ocasiones los “afectados” podrían no percatarse de esto.

[bugdown]

( SURPRISE ) for wheatley + chell!

meme. surprise, being found without an article of clothing. / @timetear​. 

     chell remembers the rough and tumble of their escape. 

     she carries the marks to show for it, how couldn’t she? she is reminded daily, glimpses of the faint streaks of white and silver inlaid against her tan skin. and it isn’t that she minds them, really. most of them are topical. what’s more, she can read them as easily as binary, can recall every single failing, every single misstep that brought her here. in appearance alone, and all this time later, they seem as painless as a wash of errant freckles. 

     and it’s true, for the most part.

     the prosthetics, however, were never meant to be worn long-term. they were designed for temporary wear, to be undone and redone each time she reached the relaxation vault. glados’ directive had always been fluid, shifting to suit their own evolving whims. discomfort meant nothing if there was still use to be made of her. 

     she does not mind the latticework of incision scars left behind, necessarily, but there are days when her muscles ache and her bones seem to click and grind like long-neglected machinery. it is on those days that she leans her weight against walls, against railings, against the ever-solid and ever-warmth of wheatley. 

     oftentimes wheatley is the one to wake first, consistent and punctual. the only variance comes from chell’s own sleep cycle, as it is inconsistent and only mostly punctual. she prefers to wake second, to his careful entrances in her doorway. it is sometimes easier to resolve her limitations when she does not have to face them in the first place. 

     today, she wakes first. 

     when she swings her legs off her bed and stands, the pain greets her as a dull throb. she knows that it will grow sharper if she ignores it, knows that she will be worse for pushing it, and she is resigned to the knowledge that they won’t be exploring the wreckage of the laboratory. she knows she doesn’t need to leave her room, knows that wheatley will make his entrance eventually, but she has always been a stubborn thing. 

     when she reaches his door, she looks before she knocks. 

     he is already awake, blinking away the dregs of his buffering cycle, and, for a brief moment, unaware of her presence. it’s a rare occurrence for her to see him like this, and rarer still is his state of undress. he’s turned at an angle that leaves much of his backside revealed to her, a pale expanse of skin that contrasts sharply with the navy blue trousers that sit at his waist. 

     she forgets, sometimes, how completely unmarred he is. unblemished and unscarred, he is devoid of any lingering proof of their time below. she knows his processors are an incredible thing, unbelievably advanced technology in a compartment no larger than one’s fist. she can only imagine how detailed his memories must be, even without a visual roadmap of his own to remind him. and she wonders -- but then he’s pivoted, twisted to face her with the bright flash of a smile, and she has no time linger on her thoughts. 

     i think we deserve a morning off, she tells him, leaning heavily against his doorframe. maybe even an evening, too.

     (she only wonders-- what does he think when he looks at her?)

#timetear #timetear: wheatley. #ask. #c. chell. #i have. feelings #i'm also kind of foggy on what android history you put on him so this is #1. assuming he gains his body after the brunt of the plot and 2. that he doesn't have many (if any) notable visual imperfections past like #robot stuff u kno #kind of set this earlier on in their arrival topside? hitting that good good chemistry but there's still a little bit of distance #bc even someone as tough and rough as chell can get a lil nervous about a crush thank u #does any of this make sense #who knows . not me

[binarycafe]

GLaDOSたん

#otakucore #gladostan #glados tan #glados-tan #early 2000s #internetcore #2000s internet #00s #y2k #hatsune miku #vocaloid #robot girl #anime girl #2000s #portal #the cake is a lie #weebcore #early internet #GLaDOSたん

[weroyals]

DON’T REBLOG. REPOST.

BODY AESTHETICS  ✦― BEN ELDRIDGE

Bold what applies.

[ BODY ]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Child pudge. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Claws. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist.Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Paws. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. Big ears.

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Mutant. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Mutant. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals.

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo (special occasions).Cocktail dress. Uniform. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. Magnificent hats. Helmet. Fingerless gloves.

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

TAGGED BY: @huntressthewizard

TAGGING: @musecontract ( GLaDOS ), @tcxastough ( if ya don’t mind a tag-back ), @vault-chosen ( Kelley ), @extrahoo, @hcrdtokill ( Nova ), @thx-lost-yxars​, @riotgeared​, @charismaticrapture

( tag backs always ok )

#【 ♕. everything i've loved became everything i've lost ✦ ben // about 】 #✩ a meme fulfilled

[musecontract]

DON’T REBLOG. REPOST.

BODY AESTHETICS   ✦― GLaDOS

Bold what applies.

[ BODY ]

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Child pudge. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Claws. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Paws. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. Big ears.

[ HEIGHT ]

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

[ SKIN ]

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Mutant. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

[ EYES ]

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

[ HAIR ]

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Mutant. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

[ COSMETICS ]

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

[ SCENT ]

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals.

[ CLOTHES ]

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Uniform. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. Magnificent hats. Helmet. Fingerless gloves.

[ SHOES ]

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.

TAGGED BY:  @royalmuses​  ( thanks hot stuff )

TAGGING:  not right now it’s 2 AM

#y glados #y glados: android #y about the muses

[maycontainneurotoxin]

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅   𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌  

               𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

repost  &  tag  away !  

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable in some verses.

(  GLaDOS :   )

• eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other • hair:  blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight • skin: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other • gender: male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic |demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | elf | other • education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other • i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | burnt

• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm • negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | stubborn | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous  |impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish  | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | territorial | emotional | vengeful  | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | overly protective

• living situation: lives at sea | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other: • parents/guardian: mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather • sibling(s): sister(s) | brother (s) | none | other • relationship: single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• i have a(n):   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability |

• things i’ve done before: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: @klutzycustodian, thank you for the steady supply of memes TAGGING: Whoever would like to, I only have the one partner atm lmao

#;; jargin #;; mobile chassis #;; main verse #;; logs #(( not having an android design really? really fucks with this blog lmao)) #(( doing a separate one for Carol!))

[feyariel]

24, 56, 73

I finally got to write these! :D

|| 24: Top 3 books read outside of school ||

I’ma just give three good books, as that’ll be much easier than trying to rank all of the books I’ve read outside of class, and I’ll stick to fiction:

Tanith Lee, Black Unicorn. Tanaquil is the daughter of a sorceress; she lives with her mother in a fort in the middle of a desert (presumably close enough to people to have a banquet, as there is one). She hasn’t displayed much talent for magic, but has developed a knack for mending things. In one of her day trips, she uncovers a skeleton which, after excavating and laying out, she realizes is that of a unicorn. Using gears and such, she puts the skeleton together, suspending it from her bedroom ceiling as she works. While Tanaquil is at the first banquet held in ages, the unicorn resurrects, crashes the party, and sends Tanaquil on an adventure.There are at least two sequel novels, Red Unicorn and Gold Unicorn, but I haven’t read them. Mind you, this is a YA novel and was one of the first chapter books I read, but upon re-reading it within the last couple of years I didn’t feel talked down to or that the novel was so geared towards children/preteens that it was unpleasant for an adult.

I’d list Sabriel/the Old Kingdom trilogy and His Dark Materials here, but I think enough people have commented on them that I don’t need to.

James Wyatt, Storm Dragon. This is another fantasy novel and (as is customary for fantasy novels) the first in a series I haven’t seen anywhere since. When I say this book is “good,” it’s not that it’s a masterful work of fiction. Rather, it’s that it’s one of the better D&D/D&D-esque novels I’ve read. It makes Eberron work as a setting, balancing action with intrigue, letting the underlying plot (relevant to the Draconic Prophecy) unfold without seeming forced, and addressing background material relevant to the setting without going on and on telling you how the setting works. For all of my complaints about Wyatt the game designer (I don’t only have complaints, but I have some), I was happy with him as a writer.That said, I’m intending on rereading it soon (third time I’ve read it, I think) and I’m prepared for some of the characters being a little clichéd. His protagonist is a House Lyrandar Heir of Siberys Duskblade and former dragonshard hunter who’s been locked away in whatever that Dwarven Alcatraz place was called basically because the house didn’t like him and then he kinda went crazy (speaking about the Draconic Prophecy). The crazy backstory somehow makes him ye olde sullen, hyperpowerful, but not entirely unplayable D&D character. Some of the other characters are better, though.

Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses. This is magical realism instead of fantasy. I first read it over the summer between my junior and senior year while I was touring colleges. It deals with the relationship between two Chinese-American women (I forget if they’re cousins or sisters who were raised apart for some of their lives), one of whom is way more into traditional Chinese folk beliefs than the other. Lots of discussion of ghosts and past-life memories, hence “magical,” but it’s mainly interesting to see someone who’s bought into the prosaic American worldview relate to someone who very much has not.

||56: Top 3 dog breeds||

Ummm...mutt for sure. Maybe beagle. I don’t really have a preference other than “is nice” (I’ve run into too many not-so-nice dogs over the years).

||73: Top 3 villains ||

See, I avoided this one before because it’s very, very, very broad, but then I remembered something:

and that reminded me of all sorts of villains (not just antagonists). So hold on.

Obvs, #1 is Sephiroth. #2 is the Dark Phoenix. #3 could be a whole bunch; if I’m going for mostly serious, I’d probably say GLaDOS (she is snarky, but she’s not as funny a villains as Aku, who is still serious, or Yzma, who is mostly funny). I could go on from there, so I’ma stop, ‘cuz I answered your question.

[incorrect-portal-quotes]

GLaDOS: I'm looking for someone. Dark hair, tan skin, blue eyes, wearing the color orange.

Rick: Sounds like your type.

GLaDOS: And kills robots with nothing but a portal gun.

Rick: That still sounds like your type.

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CrossRoads Chapter XII

Soulmate AU where everyone has an arrow on their arm that moves like a compass to always point at their soulmate. It also changes color with distance so the universe is basically playing a game of hot/cold with your love life.

Pairings: Ignis and Oc, Noctis/Prompto/Glado

Tagging: @femmescientia, @itshaejinju, @themissimmortal, @blindbae, @stunninglyignis, @sweetchocobae, @rubyphilomela

 It got hotter, as the afternoon went on, and Angel was nothing having it. So she asked  Navyth to watch lavender as she ran up to the cavern and changed. She changed into a light blue bikini with hot pink straps that tied in the back, with a flower print. She also grabbed her lounger tied it off at the bank grabbed a beer and sat to tan.

 “Your dog is a Tenebrae shepard?” Navyth asks watching lavender play in the shallow water trying to cat the minions.

 “Yea she is, we kinda almost ran her over.” Angel admits with a sad smile.

 “The Tenebrae shepherds can be trained for anything, from police dogs, to attack dogs, to seeing eye dogs. Your little pup can and will do anything you train her to do.” He explains, “There more commonly knows at the poor man.”

 “Anything?” Angel hums sipping her beer. She had heard they are smarted than most dogs, but she didn’t know was that there were called the poor man’s dog.  With another sip of beer she dived into the water, at least the water was cool compared to the hot earth. So Angel swam for the rest of the  afternoon chatting and waiting, but when she heard the dog barking she broke the surface to see her nipping at Ignis heels and begging to be picked up.

 “About time you got back.” Angel calls swimming over to the shore.

 “It was cold, icey and filled with demons.” Prompto pouts as he mutters picking up lavender and cuddling her.

 “That bad?” She asks Gladio as she got out of the water.

 Gladip shrugged, “Could have been worst.” A hell of lot worse it seemed.

 “So if we're good to go then let’s back to the hotel.” Ignis states tossing Angel her towel, Angel smiled a wicked smile as she dried off.

 “Crouse Iggy, we don’t want to keep sweet little Iris waiting now do we?” She asks wrapping the towel around her waist. If Angel knew any better she would seen Ignis hiding a blush. They bid farewell to Navyth and soon left for the hotel. Noctis told Angel that he now had the Sword of the Wanderer, and there was a shield he wanted to get after checking in with Iris.

 “Seem doable.”She tells him watching Prompto pet lavender. The little dog did seem like Prom and Ignis more than Gladio and Noctis. The small group arrived back at the city, just as the sun was setting. Prompto said something about getting some pictures of the disk at sunset, and would up with them at the hotel. And he would be keeping lavender with him.

 However, Noctis stopped short of the entrance of the hotel, his body went rigid, as he grabbed the sides of his head.

 “Noct?” Gladio asks softly and slowly reaching out the prince, Noctis was silent as he held onto the sides of his head tighter.

 “It hurts.” He moans, “What the hell does it want?!” He cries out, as stumbled forward into Gladio, “Make it stop.” Was the last he said before he passed out.

 “NOCT!” Ignis cries out, watching the prnic seemly go limp in his shield arms.

 “Room?” Gladio and Angel both ask eyes on the advisor.

 “Bring up to his room and lay him down, now Gladio.” Ignis orders.

 “Got it.” As he ran into the hotel, Ignis stood there in the street he was worried, Noct was complaining of headaches after they left the tomb. He didn’t think much of it.

 “It’ll be fine Iggy.” Angel tells him as she turned to head in, but she couldn’t. Ignis hand wrapped around her wrist and he dipped kissed her. Angel free hand and arm snacked  it’s way around his neck to help keep still as he kissed her. Ignis free hand however went for the top part of her swimsuit and untied the straps keeping the suit on her.

 “Ignis.” Angel yelps feeling the top part come undone she yanked her hand free and helded the top against her chest.

 “Yes my little minx?” He smirks, watching Angel hold the top part of her swimsuit with a pout.

 “You sir, are a jerk.” As she turned to leave him, she was once again stopped by Ignis who kissed her again. He was smirking, “I do hope you enjoy this, next time don’t leave me behind.” As she felt him make a pass at her bottom.

 “I was only looking out for my dear. But lesson learned.” As he kissed her again and helped her tie the top back up. “I should go see if Noct is okay.”

 “And I’m going to go change.” As they went into the hotel holding hands.

 End of line

#FFXV #final fantasy xv fan fic #final fantasy xv #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #Ignis and noctis #Noctis/Prompto/Gladio