#repulsion gel

[nickpeppermint]

Science Is Fun

(2/3)

#Portal #Portal 2 #Chell #Chell Portal #Wheatley #Tumblr sexymen #Doug Rattmann drawings #GLaDOS #Aperture Science #mobility gels #proportion gel #repulsion gel #Aperture Laboratories #Portal series #art #fanart #bw #colored

[ninebaalart]

Aperture Food Program: Gel Sandwiches

try as cave johnson might, they could never quite get the gels to agree with the human skeleton to get these to mass market.

#food #portal #aperture laboratories #props #repulsion gel #propulsion gel #conversion gel #portal 2 #art #fanart

[ossyflawol]

What would happen if you ate all of the gels at once?

Asking for a friend.

Repulsion Gel and Propulsion Gel were atleast intended originally to be dietary substances to consume, but Conversion Gel would just fucking kill you from the inside out.

Cleansing Gel is literally just water.

#portal #portal 2 #aperture science #repulsion gel #propulsion gel #conversion gel #portal lore

[whirligig-girl]

Aperture Slimence: we goo what we must, because we can.

GLaDOS has designed a new kind of robot to test with, utilizing brain scans of former test subjects and heavily miniaturized personality cores to hold them within. The brain scans have had their memories purged (but not perfectly.) The cores are specially designed to be capable of interfacing with new nano-bots in the gels, which allow them to control gel bodies of any shape they like.

Sometimes they’re tested individually, sometimes in pairs, sometimes all four of them in mind-numbingly complex eight-portal tests.

Blue: Repulsion Gel. * Cheery; determined not to let GLaDOS break her spirits. * Main power: Super-Jump * Secondary Power: Super-throw White: (Portalable) Conversion Gel. * Clueless, clumsy, just kinda weird. * Main power: Portalability * Secondary power: Portalability in motion * Tertiary power: Capability to move through portal. Orange: Propulsion Gel. * Irritable, aloof, pissed off at GLaDOS. * Main power: Super-speed * Secondary power: Double-jump. Green: Adhesion Gel. * Serious, logical, tries to be a leader but none of them can talk so it's tough. * Main power: Wall-climbing * Secondary power: Sticking objects together

"You could be anything you want! You could have tentacles. Or robotic claws. Or machine guns. You could have five eyes. But yet you choose to assume a humanoid shape. How disappointing.”

Image ID:

Four slime girls with portal guns are in a test chamber from portal 2. The walls are black metal with a row of lights on the bottom of the back wall. A curvy blue slimegirl is flying out of a yellow portal placed on white conversion gel. The white gel is also a slimegirl, and her head is sticking up out of the white puddle. A slim orange slimegirl is sliding back from the portal. A green slimegirl is sticking to the wall. 

End Image ID.

#Portal #Portal 2 #Aperture #Aperture Science #Slimegirl #Portal Gels #Propulsion Gel #Conversion Gel #Adhesion Gel #Repulsion Gel

[rambunctioustoons]

more portal au !

#my art #dca fandom #dca community #moon x oc #moon x reader #moon x y/n #daycare attendant #sun x oc #sun x reader #sun x y/n #still need a name for this adjakjdja #portal au #rhys #/ hashtag rhys's rEAL hair colour reveal nOT cliCKbait!! #he'd still have grown out blue but eventually chops off hair because Scruffy™ #rhys frantically trying to dye his hair blue with Repulsion Gel ajfkaksjsjjd #rhys gazer

[ypipie]

get SLUDGED idiot

#hey sludgeheads welcome back to another post #gravity falls #portal #technically #since its repulsion gel and also aperture logo #ford pines #stanford pines #aperture au #<- new tag just dropped #.hbvcb

[bitchwithaportalhyperfixation]

the Gay Wheatley Saga (ft. @jinxcast + @biggitybugs + @inksplattedboys)

(Because with the recent happenings with The Wheatley Blog I think this is a good time to release this from draft hell)

btw this is much better if you imagine In The Hall Of The Mountain King playing while you look at this

*wheatley voice* oh fUCK-

also the gel cores are here too

NONE OF THIS is going to make sense to the general Portal fandom >:D

#gradley #wheatley #portal #gel cores #jinxman #whiteboard doodles #conversion core #repulsion core #propulsion core

[britishsass]

this isn't related to anything I just feel a need to remind people that I hate Cave Johnson

#the owl rambles #portal #character hate #i just frickin hate him as a human being #He's horrible to those around him and he's such a bad person #HOWEVER #as a character? Fascinating. #as a human being i'd like to gently kick him into a room coated with repulsion gel #the owl posts #queue

[priestofberath]

Wheatley Portal is cool ebcause he is stupid. Canonically. #representation

#similarly if i was given ultimate power i would immediately betray everyone ever #also fuck the repulsion gel levels. stop fucking sliming me

[kind-glados]

I just made an extremely obnoxious custom portal chamber named “lil bitch”

#when testing it I could hear the repulsion gel covered balls making a fuck ton of noise before even opening the doors #I hope that stayed

[forbiddenlemons]

chell after drinking repulsion gel:

#idk #portal #chell #portal 2 #shitpost

[kerryweaverlesbian]

"I'm....tipsy," Cas says decisively, resting his toke on the ashtray and crashing back against the couch cushions. He starts laughing from his chest, staring out to the middle distance. 

"You're spaced, dude," Dean corrects lightly, finding Cas’s giddy smile infectious when it turns toward him. 

It seems to take a few moments for Cas’s eyes to focus on him, and as soon as they do Cas vanishes - reappearing knelt over Dean's knees instead. He grabs at Dean's face with curious hands, and Dean lets him, too relaxed and happy to try to push him off. 

"Don't fly while high, little man," Dean advises, voice mushy from his cheeks being squished by one big hand, "you'll end up in Antarctica or something. You'll hit a bird." 

"I won't hit a bird, birds are a different dimension." 

"A different dimension?" 

"Yes." 

Cas raises his free left hand into the air, flattened out. 

"The birds are here, and I'm..." he deliberates, Dean can practically hear the gears moving in his head. The slow laborious movement of Cas’s thumb into Dean's mouth is accompanied by a triumphant smile, "I'm here." 

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"Great," Dean says, sparkling with mirth, although it comes out more like 'gwath' with Cas’s thumb resting on his tongue, "good to know." 

He moves his head back to free Cas’s digit, and laughs at Cas’s confused expression looking at his now wet, cold thumb. Cas refocuses on Dean and they grin conspiratorially at each other. 

"I love seeing you happy," Dean confides, and Cas just hums, now reaching his hands into the short hair around the back of Dean's neck, "You are happy aren't you?" 

"I am." Cas confirms, then scrunches his face up when his fingers slide up to the top of Dean's head and catch on the styling gel, "This is repulsive." 

"You're repulsive," Dean says by rote, and he isn't sure if he meant it to but it comes out cloying and sweet, like an affectionate nickname. It fits on Cas though, like sunshine, pumpkin, huggybear. Cas is perfect. 

"You're perfect," Dean amends, and Cas nods absently, leading to Dean sputtering with laughter, which knocks Cas’s hands where he's sweeping them through the gel and wiping it off against the back of the couch with a look of satisfied disgust. 

"Dean," Cas reprimands, squeezing his head still between his palms, and something drops open in Dean's stomach, some well of stillness that softens his breathing until Cas pats the back of his neck and says, "Good." 

Their eyes catch, closer now, Cas leaned slightly over him. His eyelashes are long, and they flutter when Dean grips the outside of his thigh. His mouth hangs open, pink, slack. Dean wants to kiss him. 

"I want to kiss you," Dean says, and Cas laughs again, this one lazy, languid. 

"No you don't," Cas says, but he's still smiling, still warm. 

"Yes I do." 

"You do now," Cas concedes, his gaze sticking to Dean's bottom lip for a moment, before returning to his eyes, "You won't tomorrow." 

"I will." 

"You won't." 

"How do you know?" Dean demands, agitation burrowing through his good mood, "I think I'd know better than you." 

"You'd think so, yes," Cas concedends airily, "But I know you, intimately," his hand appears on Dean's clavical, or perhaps it had been resting there since good, and slides down to cover Dean's heart-pulse, "And I know you don't want to kiss me." 

"You don't know shit," Dean mutters, leaning in, but Cas leans back, precarious on Dean's knees. 

"I bet you," Cas says, and a peel of laughter tears through his speech. He follows Dean as he sits back on the couch, keeping the same strict distance between their mouths, "Dean, listen, I bet that you don't want to kiss me tomorrow." 

"You bet me?" Dean says flatly, then the absurdity of the suggestion sneaks up on him and he clarifies, "you bet me on whether I feel something inside myself?" 

"Yes." 

"Which you cannot verify one way or the other past me telling you." 

"Indeed." 

"Sure, Cas," Dean says, feeling his smile start to ache on his face but totally unable to stop, "Sure, okay. What are the stakes?" 

There's a moment of consideration, Cas rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling, then he breaks out into his gummy smile. 

"One thousand dollars." 

"One - one thousand dollars?" Cas nods, but he's not serious, his eyes are sparking with mischievous joy. "Cas, I don't have one thousand dollars. You don't have a thousand dollars." 

"I will tomorrow," Cas says with confidence, and that's what breaks him. 

Dean laughs until he can only cough, casting a smiling glare to the skunk in the ashtray. He can't be too mad, because the coughing has Cas touching all around his ribcage with light fingers, and chuckling delightedly when Dean's lungs catch. He wants to call him freak in the same loving tone as repulsive, but when his breath has calmed down Cas is first off the mark. 

"Sam has a thousand dollars." 

"No way, you think Sam could keep hold of more than 5 dollars at a time? His Mr Responsible act, he's got you fooled." 

"You think nothing's changed since you were children?" 

"I know my brother," Dean says, trying to tap his own nose but missing by a good 5 inches, "if he had any amount of money it would be in his to-go bag in the closet, inside zipped pocket. We can sneak in and look." 

"We can bet, then, if he has it. How much?" 

"Winner takes the spoils. You'll be giving it all back to me tomorrow anyway." 

"More fool..." Cas begins, then squints into nowhere, trying to complete the phrase, "more fool...fools." 

"You got a way with words Cas, have I ever told you that? Real Wordsworth. A real Wiw, Will, Wiwyam-" Dean struggles over the first name a few more times and then lets it go. "A real Worbsworth. Words." 

"Where is he?" 

"Wordsworth? He's dead I think..." 

"No, Sam." 

"He's uhhhh, across the corridor 7 doors to the right." 

Cas nods, then tips forward and pecks Dean on the forehead with his nose, which makes the world tilt sideways - suddenly they're falling onto a bed, and not an unoccupied one. 

Sam, awoken by 2 fully grown men dropping on top of him, is not impressed with their giggly explanations, refuses to show them whether or not he has a thousand big ones (he definitely doesn't) and he sends both of them back to their room (spoilsport). 

"You better walk this time," he warns them with trademark Sammy disapproval, "What if you hit a bird?" 

Back in their room, they decide - or rather, Cas decides - that they should pull all the pillows and blankets off both beds and set them out in a nest on the floor. They tried getting the couch cushions, but they seem to be sewn in. It's not an especially impressive blanket fort, not like the one he and Sammy had almost made when they snuck around an Ikea and drew the curtains of a four-poster to deposit the cosiest looking cushions and pillows, only to get kicked out before either of them got around to assembling it. 

"Don't make me compete with nostalgia," Cas complains, which clues Dean in that he'd said that out loud. 

"You'd win," Dean promises, "You'd win every time."

Crawling into their cocoon, he tugs Cas in next to him, until they're curled into each other in the warm shelter holding hands loosely. Cas comes easily, settled with his nose a few inches from Dean's. Staring at him, something catches in Dean's chest. 

"I don't want a thousand dollars." 

Cas tips his head into his pillow, his gaze roving over Dean's face. 

"If I win," Dean clarifies, "I'll want something else." 

It takes a moment, but understanding rises in Cas’s eyes, and a blush over his cheeks. His mouth twitches, like he's forgotten how to smile. 

"Can I tell you something, Dean?" 

"Of course. Anything." 

Cas takes a breath, then admits, "I don't want to win the thousand dollars either." 

Tomorrow things might be different. Tomorrow he might retreat from his feelings, and Cas might disappear. This happy, floaty feeling may dissipate and they'll go back go normal. Tomorrow doesn't exist. Right now they're here, together. 

"I love you Cas," he thinks he says, but Cas doesn't react to it, just smiles dreamily. They lie together, warm and quiet, until Dean blinks himself to sleep.

#destiel #deancas #spn fic #they get high and silly #cawis creates

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

y'all i just went for it. ur welcome 🤭

tonowari NSFW + SFW hcs ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

• takes catnaps. 100% this bby gets sleepy throughout the day, and is a restless sleeper in the night. therefore you can bet that he'll drift off into a 30min nap if he's got the time

• likewise, tonowari's def a light sleeper. goes to sleep early, likes to be all tucked in into fetal position when the sun's still setting outside, bc tonowari's not into complete darkness

• is very, very big on etiquette. social and cleanliness, but more from a respect and empathy angle than roles and reputation; he chews with his mouth closed, coughs quietly, makes sure his outfit is fitting properly, but also respects different cultures, remembers sacred sayings and correct greetings - it extends to multiple facets of his life tbh

• additionally is a bit of a germaphobe. he's happy to relax and can handle some disorganisation or mess, but when things get dirty or unhygienic tonowari def doesn't like it; he'll make this face--lips pulled into a tight line, eyebrows furrowed hesitantly, exhaling a little puff of air from his nose, tail flicking in composed irritation (often at old food, stained clothes or dirt in his hut; a big peeve for him)

• goes a little gooey inside when you give him pet names; loves to be called something special and personal, bc it makes him feel special and personal too. he'll do it back ofc, but he esp likes to be the one with the nickname - things like 'up'pa', 'love' and 'wari' are go-tos

• eye-smiles. it's not a super common trait among adult na'vi, but he's maintained the ability into adulthood. tonowari's eyes are so bright, big and blue that they can't help but express his feelings whether he likes it or not; therefore when he's very happy, you can tell pretty instantly through a full eye smile.

• the quickest way to make this bby content is to go full mama-bear on him. he's the clan leader; he's got a lot of responsibilities to take care of, so if you can nurture and soothe him when he's off-duty, he'a a real happy camper

• smooth patterns through his hair, trace the dots and tattoos marked in his baby blue skin, nestle his face into your soft tits, or hum gently into his exposed neck and collarbones, and he'll sink into your touch. his shoulders and chest'll relax, and he'll let out a breath of relief at the prospect of taking things slow now he's finished with the day's work

• loves to impress you with his ability to ride; he can master pretty much any aquatic animal that's big enough to ride, so spends quite a bit of time swimming in the open oceans not too far from the basecamp

• he's used to it, but enjoys nothing more than taking his mate out to the sea, watching your eyes widen at the flips and speed of his movements in the water, and taking you with him on some especially peaceful rides at dawn too 🥺

• doesn't like slimy foods; any kind of seaweed, fish eggs, or gel-like substances make his tummy turn. he'll just give a curt, blunt single shake of his head if it's offered; "..no", averting his gaze to avoid expressing the true extent to which he's repulsed by the food

• still enjoys the bouncy bounce of the tarp-like paths that connect the huts; unless in personal company such as you, or maybe some of his close friends, he'll try to maintain a straight face though. but inside he's giggling like a toddler at the way his giant frame only makes the bounces even more bouncy

• practices his scary faces in the water's reflection when no one's looking. usually when he's bathing or swimming early in the morning; light hues of purple and pink staining the sky. he'll sit atop his Ilu, lean over and pull all kinds of faces at the reflective water surface

• stretching his pink wide tongue extra far, widening his eyes to get the right stare, letting out some little absentminded hisses as he gets into it. but again, this is really a 'me-time' kind of thing for him. maybe something he'd practice with his children once they were old enough, but in reality he's pretty content to just vibe with him and his Ilu yk

NSFW ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆

• likes being objectified a little. by his mate obviously, but even in a non-sexual way by his friends or fellow warriors; he's covered in the most intricate of patterns, one of the biggest na'vi of the clan, and leads the mekayina. if he sees someone express their awe at his prowess or physique, he's def riding that wave right to the bedroom

• likewise, if you make it extra obvious just how much you appreciate the views he and his thicc-ass body offers, he won't mind one bit. give a little tut or hum in admiration, bite your lip or whimper when he moves in just the right ways, and he'll become extra self-assured and proud

• his chest'll puff up unconsciously too; arms flexing, a small smirk working its way across his handsome features. even if he's mid-way through packing something up, dismounting his tsurak or sitting back after a long day, he'll clock your lusty gazes bc this bby loves all the validation aww

• loves the idea of scent-marking you. he's not explored this in actuality yet, but has always felt the urge to take it further than merely smelling your arousal. the idea of smearing his hot cum across your neck, upper thighs and tummy only for you redress and continue the day in such a state? it makes his head go a little dizzy ngl

• likewise, staining up your loincloth in his warm yellowed urine would trigger an even greater sense of primal eroticism for tonowari. seeing the material darken from the sheer amount of piss, slowly weighing down the soft fabric; only to begin to dry up against your throbbing pussy, your juices mixing so deliciously with his potent sticky wetness.

• soon enough the mixed scent of your hot arousal and his urine is all that fills his senses; and the prospect of doing it over and over again, knowing every other clan member knows who you are, and who he is to you just makes his thick blue cock throb and drip.

• wants his nipples played with, but doesn't want it to be a big deal. his body is especially sensitive, hence why he always has some form of cover over his chest. but having your soft lips gently suckling on the swollen buds, tongue swirling and stimulating in just the right way has most definitely frequented his early-morning jerk off sessions

• loves to cum in the water; all eywa and nature-loving aside, the sheer lewdness of seeing his thick, creamy seed murk up the clear blue water makes his knees weak. one day he'd especially like to watch you squirt and cum all over his forearm, his long blue fingers pumping into your clenching pussy; slick arousal dribbling into the lapping shallow waves below as you nuzzle up into tonowari's toned chest

• has fucked the sand before, and does it fairly frequently. considering the difference for na'vi skin texture and resistance to bacterial diseases, it makes sense that tonowari would find quite a bit of pleasure in thrusting his leaking cock into the warm, textured seashore as he barrels towards his release

• of course, he'll be sure to do so only when the light is still dawning; gentle rays of bright sky coating his hunched blue back, casting shadows over his gyrating figure. bby loves to see his big, bulbous cockhead get fully submerged in the slick sand, almost mushing and sludging around his engorged length as he pumps hard into the earth

• he'll continue to do so until he cums--milky white ejaculate spurting reams, tip throbbing while his big swollen balls jostle and bounce in time with his desperate rhythm; his hot breaths fanning over the sand, as he hears the quiet chatter of the first few clan members waking up nearby; this only serving to coax out every drop of his seed at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position oh my

hope u enjoyed lovelies <3

#lmk ur thots ofc :) #tonowari x reader #tonowari x ronal #tonowari x you #tonowari smut #tonowari headcanons #avatar smut #avatar x reader #na'vi smut #na'vi x reader #jake sully smut #jake sully headcanons #jake sully x you #jake sully imagines #jake sully x reader #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x afab reader #colonel miles quaritch #colonel quaritch smut #recom quaritch #avatar recom quaritch #cuethediscoandthedrinks

[fanonical]

did glados actually feed chell the whole time she was in aperture science?

or was chell entirely subsisting on stolen potatoes and the occasional handful of repulsion gel

#Portal #Portal 2 #Chell #GLaDOS

[flynndesdelca]

Portal 12 Days of Christmas Prompt List

What's this? Portal Christmas prompts? Sort of. Taking inspiration from the time of year, the celebrations, and the song itself, I'd like to present to you the Portal 12 Days of Christmas prompt list!

I did a lot of research to find prompts in four categories: prompts inspired by the song itself, prompts inspired by the various feasts and celebrations, prompts inspired by the more mundane aspects of the holiday, and of course Portal-specific prompts inspired by the first three in various ways.

While the actual 12 days of Christmas start at the end of the month, that time of year is far too busy for this sort of thing so I felt it would be better to post it earlier in the month to give people ample time to participate if they so choose.

Testing doesn't stop, even during the holidays, so let's bring some Aperture-themed cheer!

Written list and guidelines under the cut.

The rules are simple.

There's absolutely no obligation to participate every day. Some people are more busy than others this time of year, so participate at your own pace and comfort level. If you aren't inspired by a day's prompts or end up too busy to keep going, that's totally fine! It's all for fun.

Any medium you want to use is fine, whether physical or digital. Sketches, writing, felt work, renders, completed art… whatever sort of inspiration you might get!

Let's use the tag 'Portal 12 Days of Christmas' to track posts. I'll try to reblog any participating posts I see.

Prompts: Day 1: Trees, Feasting, Party, The surface Day 2: Partners, Mercy, Shopping, Companion Cube Day 3: Foreign/ the unknown, Devotion, Wine/drinks, Wheatley Day 4: Birds, Children, Role Reversal, GLaDOS' crows Day 5: Rings, Argument, Work, Portals Day 6: Eggs, Protection, Breakfast, Chell Day 7: Swimming/sports, Authority, New Year's Eve, GLaDOS Day 8: Farms, Mothers, New Year's resolutions, Lying when nervous Day 9: Dancing, Doctors, Friends, Atlas and P-Body Day 10: Flight, Names, Travel/visiting, Repulsion gel Day 11: Music, Education, Reading, Turret opera/GLaDOS singing Day 12: Time, Stars, Holiday cleanup, Cake

#portal 2 #portal #chell #glados #wheatley #doug rattmann #portal caroline #cave johnson #drawing prompts #holiday challenge #portal 12 days of christmas #12 days of christmas writing prompts

[scrawnym4]

I think Wheatley is. Bad. But I also want to hold gentle and tell him it’ll be okay and also be like well. “You’re a big stupid jerk but you can’t help that you were programmed to be the most stupid ever and were built specifically to be a stupid idiot burden it’s not your fault you’re a stupid idiot burden the scientists did that.”

and then he would feel patronized and be forced to accept that either he has next to no autonomy or he done fucked up of his own volition. The truth is likely both.

Absolute win.

then I would cover him in repulsion gel and use him as a basketball (I don’t know how to play basketball)

me and you both, anon.

#ask #making that robot feel worse is my full time job