🤖 link to talk to jeanbot (he’s too pathetic to show up in search)
🔎 look up de dialogue on fayde.co.uk
💌 send me asks about lore i’m dying to answer lore questions
🎲 read a now-finished fic i wrote through tumblr polls @dashboard-elysium
🤖 link to talk to jeanbot (he’s too pathetic to show up in search)
🔎 look up de dialogue on fayde.co.uk
💌 send me asks about lore i’m dying to answer lore questions
🎲 read a now-finished fic i wrote through tumblr polls @dashboard-elysium
I think FOR ME a major appeal of portal is that the characters are what move the plot, with all their interpersonal dramas, and this is something that many endeavors to replicate the specific magic of it w/ original stories and characters seem to overlook, again for me. Wheatley fumbles and wakes glados by accident BECAUSE he is wheatley. You are in the elevator successfully escaping until Wheatley changes his mind. Glados keeps egging chassis wheatley on even though she’s hardly in an advantageous position to do so because she’s just so pissed she can’t help herself, because she’s glados. Wheatley punches both of you into Old Aperture when glados calls him a moron because he’s sensitive about that because he’s wheatley. It’s engaging to hear their banter not just because it is detached witty commentary that reacts to things that are happening, but because it feels like an actively evolving situation based on all these characters’ relationships with each other, including theirs with you. The facility isn’t crumbling as some external emotionless force of conflict - it’s specifically crumbling because Wheatley is effing it up. Portal 1 spans a transition where you go from just being a routine test subject that glados can toy with into being a significant and deeply personal outlier to her, and then in Portal 2 it keeps progressing until you are so individually significant to her she can no longer conscience watching you die.
i miss the de kinkmeme
ironic that a lot of de fans have no sense of humor about or ability to handle the game being interpreted in any way other than the narrow view they’ve formed of it
i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
they should invent a yoga that isn’t yoga
disco elysium fanfiction is great because its either "kim and harry must uncover a series of increasingly complex murders while the city of Revachol waits for the revolution with bated breath" or "harry discovers he's into piss and begs everyone in the precinct to use him as a urinal" and really both are equally plausible. perhaps in the same universe, even
im sorry @brutalismgirl but i conjured that prompt from my own beautiful mind