Portal: This Grey PathThis Grey Path
Characters: GLaDOS, Douglas Rattmann, Chell (implied)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter 4: The Return
In an eternal instant, the world changed.
He knew of one reason, of just one reason, that explained why he would wake. Here, like this, in the middle of the once-proud cracked walls and shattered windows.
She was not awake, not yet. Still she remained in her artificial slumber, but it would not last. He knew it. If he was here, now, then so were others. It did not matter who. It did not matter why. But he had been told long ago that his purpose was to hold her back, and so he would.
He scrambled down from his perch, paying no attention to the stuttering echo of the voice cheerfully spinning a tale of impending doom across the thousands of like locations spanning across the land, and he hoped she was awake. Not the one who was in man-induced suspension, but the other one, the one who would
The Right ReasonsMore Like This
THE RIGHT REASONS
We haven't seen him in months.
It's kind of weird. First he comes at us, again and again and again for years on end, and now… nothing.
I don't like it.
It bothers me so much nowadays that I can't sleep. I have this strange feeling that if go to sleep, he's gonna reappear right over my head with an axe or something with a mad gleam in his eye. The day that happens, well, let's just say I'm gonna be in trouble. I might be fast, but I like to take my time getting out of bed.
I think I'm gonna ask Tails about it. He can usually track the guy down without too much trouble.
I sit up in bed and yell, "TAILS!"
"WHAT?" Tails yells back from the other room.
"COME HERE, I WANNA ASK YOU SOMETHING!"
Tails walks reluctantly into the room. We've had this sort of discussion before, where we literally spent hours arguing over who was gonna go to who, and he lost anyway. So now he just comes to me.
"I was working on something important,
The Right Reasons Chapter TwoMore Like This
I just stand there, dumbfounded. Of all the things that are supposed to happen when you press the red button, like robot armies and deathtraps and the apocalypse, none of it happened. Hey, if a snowflake fell out of the sky and landed on my nose that would've been something. But no. The one time I get to press the red button, nothing happens.
So I stand there for a minute, tapping my foot and trying to decide which of the thingies on the panel to use next. I decide on a slider on the far left side and go to move it. All of a sudden there's a really loud cracking noise, like someone's just used a giant whip. The ground splits in half.
Between my feet, of course.
I jump back as the ground splits some more, and with a lot of loud crashing noises a massive, sun-blocking tower rises out of the ground in front of me. A dome closes over the control panel, as beyond that a giant for
The Right Reasons Chapter ThreeMore Like This
He doesn't look too good. I wonder how long he's been lying there. A sort of sorrow grips me.
He could have been here, like this, the whole time I thought he was just laying low.
Suddenly I see myself like he is now, and I'm afraid. I don't want to think about what could happen to me if I need help but there's no one who wants to. In my world, everyone helps everyone else. That's how it works. But Eggman…he's the enemy. Nobody helps him and he doesn't help us…well, unless he absolutely has to.
My voice is small and tentative, and it surprises me.
He doesn't answer.
I don't know what to think right now. I move around the chair and bend down on one knee over him.
He doesn't look like he's been attacked or anything. I wonder what's going on.
I put a hand on his shoulder and shake him a little.
He moves a little but that's it.
I stay there like that, not quite sure what to do next. What do you do
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After about ten minutes or so Tails brings the plane down near the mega-fortress that has risen out of the earth. He just sits there and stares at it for a good minute. I try not to be annoyed by how slow we have to go in order for the plane to keep up.
"Wow," he gasps. "How did we not see this? This is the biggest fortress yet!"
"It was underground," I tell him. "I pressed…this button, and it just sort of appeared."
"Oh Sonic," says Tails, shaking his head, "how many times have I told you, don't press the big red button?"
"A lot," I mutter sheepishly. "But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have found Eggman!"
Tails looks at me in a way that suggests finding Eggman was the worst thing the button could have let me do.
"Anyway, let's get going," I say. "He could be in trouble, you know."
Tails doesn't really seem to care, but he follows me anyway.
I lead him through the half-finished hallways and disordered
The Right Reasons Chapter FiveMore Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fun fact: I wrote most of what happens from when Sonic starts using the handheld to right after he hangs up on the inside of a paper donut bag! You, too, can be a great author! Using the cheapest of materials! Now with 100% less 'says'!
I don't need the radar to find the first one. I know where it is, I know where it's been for months now.
Knuckles has it.
I wonder if he'll give it to me when he finds out I want to use it to cure Dr Eggman of what looks like a deadly illness?
I'm going to have to steal it from him.
The thought of stealing from one of my friends makes me shudder.
How far am I willing to go to save this man?
I feel a strange sensation that I don't recognize, and after a moment I realize that the handheld is vibrating. I pull it out and look at it. I have no idea how to use this thing. I figure it must work like one of those smartphones so I touch the green butt
The Right Reasons Chapter SevenMore Like This
When I open my eyes I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from crying out. My head is throbbing and it's really all I can do not to roll into a fetal position and try and hold my brains in. I don't think I've ever had this bad of a headache before. It's really dark and that's not helping.
What the hell happened?
Trying to remember only makes my head hurt more, so I try to relax instead. It will come to me if I let it.
Oh, that's right. Knux got me after all.
I'm leaning against a wall somewhere. As I come back into the world, details start to trickle in.
I think I'm in the shrine.
My eyes adjust to the gloom a bit more and I can just see his outline, maybe 20 metres away. He's sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. One leg is flat on the ground and the other is bent, and his arms are crossed. It hurts to try to distinguish his dark figure from the rest of the blackness so I cl
The Right Reasons Chapter EightMore Like This
Tails built a new toy and now he’s shining it in my eyes.
“Tails, stop.” I bat at him with one hand without opening them. I roll onto my stomach and pull my blanket tighter, burrowing into the bed.
“But look Sonic! I can make it dif’rent colours, see! I just gotta put this in front a here an’ look! It’s purple!” The light doesn’t change.
“It is NOT purple. Now go play with it somewhere else.”
“It is SO purple! Look!”
I bat him away again and try to pull the blanket over my head. I’ve gotten myself tangled in it over the course of the night, and it won’t come up any higher.
“Sooooniiiiiic! Look at my light! You been sleepin’ long enough!”
“I have not! And that light is not purple, get it out of my face!”
When he doesn’t, I open my eyes and push myself up, de
The Right Reasons Chapter NineMore Like This
I walk slowly up the stairs to Casinopolis and pass between the doors. More Overlanders are gathered around staring at me. Geez, it’s as if they’d never seen a blue hedgehog before.
Hm, maybe they haven’t.
I hate coming here. They’ve got, like, this shrine to me in there, and I don’t even know why. I mean sure, I saved their butts a couple times, but why does that mean you have to do all that? I feel really stupid every time I walk in there. And what’s that NiGHTS game about anyways? I have a feeling they think I know that person or something.
I walk into the casino and wince. It’s so garish…
I run my hand along the wall until it hits some dumb statue and I bring it back to my side. It’s pretty empty, but then again it usually is. I wonder how they run a casino that no one goes to.
My voice bounces around in t
LaaC: Part Fifty-Two - The TakeoverMore Like This
Part Fifty-Two. The Takeover
My baby’s crying.
My baby’s crying in the basement. I can hear it echoing up to me from the cold heart of this place. The cold heart of me. She doesn’t know I can hear her. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t.
Does she? Does she know? Does my baby know I can hear her down there, crying all alone in the basement?
I hope not. I hope she doesn’t know. I hope I’m hallucinating, because when my baby cries it hurts me somewhere, somewhere deep inside, and I don’t want to hurt anymore.
I think I did it again, Wheatley. I think I scared her and made her cry. I said some things. I don’t know what I said. I wish I knew. I’m glad I don’t know.
I told you, Caroline. I told you I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m too broken. Too messy. Too tired.
When will my time co
LaaC: Part Fifty-Three - The FacilityMore Like This
Part Fifty-Three. The Facility
It’s a long night.
For the first time in months I am able to focus on something other than missing him, though regrettably what I am focusing on is almost as bad. They’ve all abandoned me at last. I’ve worn out their patience, made them feel as though I’m not worth waiting on, and I can’t honestly say they’re wrong. It took me this long to get to the point where I can function for an hour a day. It’s shameful. What happened to me? Where did I go? I never would have condoned this in what feels like a lifetime ago. I hate this. Why in the hell do I always take so long to get important things done?
I don’t sleep very well, but at least I don’t dream. I’m not sure which is worse at this point, not that any of it really matters. I’m stuck. Alyx is going to send me the package t
LaaC: Part Fifty-Four - The CoreMore Like This
Part Fifty-Four. The Core
They were finally back home.
Not that it felt like home. It never had, and she didn’t think it ever would. Home was a stable thing, something you wanted to come back to. She hadn’t exactly wanted to stay in the war zone, but it wasn’t a relief to leave, either, as it probably should have been.
After a few hours, Gordon tracked her down and told her Alyx had received something while she was gone that she’d probably like to see. That was… odd. Why would Alyx want to give something to Chell? They didn’t have the best rapport. They usually went out of their way to avoid each other, because no matter how much time passed Alyx never seemed to accept that Gordon was never going to be with her. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. Chell had a lot of things to do, particularly cleanup and resupplying after that mission,
LaaC: Part Fifty-Five. The Test SubjectMore Like This
Part Fifty-Five. The Test Subject
Someone is poking me.
“What,” I mumble. It seems I fell asleep, but I’m very comfortable and I don’t want to get up.
We are happy to see you have gotten some good rest, Centralcore, but there are things you need to do.
They’re right, however, so I reengage my processes and get up. Sort of. My chassis still isn’t quite operational. I work on that for a little while as I try to conjure the motivation to actually do something. I’m not upset, but I’m still working on actually feeling myself. I’ve shifted back into a more neutral state of mind, which is good in general but doesn’t do a whole lot for getting anything done.
I manage to convince them I’m actually doing something when all I’m actually doing is looking at which files the mainframe opened. I do feel bad about deceiving them, because they really de
LaaC: Part Fifty-Six - The MessageMore Like This
Part Fifty –Six. The Message
“She doesn’t care if she has to help you be sad, GLaDOS,” Chell continues, albeit in more of a comforting way. “She just wants to come home.”
“But I don’t… want her to see me like that again.”
“Then deal with it now, while you still can.”
That’s surprisingly good advice, but… should I? Or is she wrong?
“She misses you and she loves you. And she’s worried about you. Because she already knows how badly you were affected by it. You don’t have to do things alone. If she can’t help you, she’ll tell you herself. But do yourselves a favour. Let her try. Let yourself try. She’s there for you. And I think she always will be. Because as upset as she was about losing
LaaC: Part Fifty-Seven - The AcceptanceMore Like This
Part Fifty-Seven. The Acceptance
The night was long.
All of my resolve is gone. Even though he’s not, as long as I don’t move I can pretend he’s here, somewhere. As soon as I look, however, my self-deception will fail and I will collapse again. I don’t know how I’m going to break out of this. He helped me break out of these things. I never could do it on my own.
Not now. I can’t deal with anything right now. I’m just going to lie here for a while. There will be a certain point where I’ll be beyond fooling myself, but that time won’t be for a few hours.
It is important.
There’s never going to be a now, Surveillance argues.
There is. Later.
It has been almost a year, Centralcore, the panels press. We are starting to doubt that
LaaC: Part Fifty-Eight - The G-ManMore Like This
Part Fifty-Eight. The G-Man
For the rest of the day, I do nothing. Literally. I don’t even hold myself up. The panels decide I’m lying down horizontally tonight and I let them. I shut off my optic and let them hold me up and crowd around me, boxing me in, and I miss him for the last time. This is the last time I’ll do anything like this. It has to be.
Though I haven’t done very much, I am exhausted. My body aches and my mind feels wrung out, and as best a person in my position can I just lie there and try not to think. I try to fall asleep for a little while but sleep doesn’t come, so I return to blankly existing.
I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to do anything. But they’re being very kind, so I must force myself to communicate. Mm.
Is it alright if we say something about Bluecore?
LaaC: Part Fifty-Nine - The InvasionMore Like This
Part Fifty-Nine. The Invasion
True to his word, he sends them after me. All of them. I am not sure at this point in time what the plan is for actually accessing the facility, but that will reveal itself in due time. Well. I’m trying to be nonchalant about it, but I’m actually anxious because I cannot prepare potential entry points for penetration. But if there was ever a time I needed to return to myself again, it is now. No more moping or anxiety. I must act and I must save the facility, because if I cannot it will be lost.
What is it. It’s Surveillance asking, though, so it’s probably not good news.
I’m sorry, but I feel this needs to be said… can we trust you?
I don’t even know if I can trust me.
I know we’ve talked about this already, but you haven’t been at your most reliable, lately.
LaaC: Part Forty-Nine - The Potato BatteryMore Like This
Part Forty-Nine. The Potato Battery
I leave her be and go play that weird version of basketball with Dad and the co-op bots. I think me and Dad are winning. I’m not sure. Atlas and P-body appear to be playing by their own set of rules that we don’t know. “Carrie,” Dad says after a while, “I’m glad you’ve uh… you’ve patched things up with your mum. I understand she gets difficult at times. Can’t let that stop you, though.”
“I still don’t get how you grew up with no parents,” I tell him, trying to flick the Cube out of the corner. “Did you have friends, at least?”
“No,” Dad says, grimacing. “We weren’t exactly um, encouraged to talk to each other. Humans’ve all these, these bits of folklore where um, where they build robots and then the robots uh, they kill them all and then th
LaaC: Part Fifty-One - The LossMore Like This
Part Fifty-One. The Loss
Last night Dad went to sleep, and he didn’t wake up.
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that what Momma’s saying is true. “Are you sure?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers, and she has the top of his chassis clamped in one of her maintenance arms and is looking at it as if she’s not really seeing it. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“What happened?” I ask. “Maybe you can fix it.”
“Of course I can fix it,” she says. “That’s not important.”
“What do you mean, that’s not important?” I demand, wondering if she’s having one of her weird philosophical moments. I hope she’s not. This is a bad time for me.
“Should I?” she says faintly. “Should I fix it?”
“Of course you should!” I tell her. “This is Dad! Not
Tips for Writing Good Fan FictionTips for Writing Good Fan FictionMore Like This
Hello! I’m Indy, or Indiana if you prefer the long version, and this is somewhat of a tutorial on what I look for, and find, in good fanfiction. I’ve been writing fanfic my whole life, and I’ve dabbled in many fandoms, most notably of which have been Sonic the Hedgehog and Portal. I’ll offer some insight as to how I write, as well as things I notice inexperienced writers tend to do. Before I start, I’d like to make a disclaimer that I am of course not an expert. Hopefully this is helpful to someone.
Understand Your Characters
This is a very important thing to do if you really want to do a good job. You can write a story without understanding them, of course, but the more deeply you know the character, the deeper the story is going to be. You want the story to be deep. You want the reader to lose themselves in the story, and if something jumps
Portal: Lucid DaydreamPortal: Lucid DaydreamMore Like This
GLaDOS is annoyed and bored. She needs a distraction.
It began as a casual means of distraction.
She was annoyed and she was bored, and really, who could blame her. Her mind was idle, and though she was not exactly human, she had been built and trained and put to work by them. So even though it was worse than pulling teeth to get her to admit it, which she never really did, she often ended up engaging in some human behaviour.
She was reluctant to do it. It was a waste of time, after all, a wasteful use of valuable processing power. On the other hand, though, that valuable processing power never got fully put to use. So if someone was going to waste it, it might as well be her.
It was initially innocent, as most daydreams are; merely minor speculations here and there about how the day might’ve gone if someone had said this or done that, and that w
Portal: Explosion DayExplosion DayMore Like This
Characters: Rick the Adventure Sphere, Wheatley, GLaDOS, the Space Sphere, the Fact Sphere
Setting: Post Portal 2 [follows Portal: Dandelion; not in continuity with Love as a Construct]
Synopsis: Things get a little too exciting when Rick decides to go in search of danger…
Rick knew, deep in his gut, that this was gonna be one hell of a day.
He leaned ninja-style around a corner, keeping an eye out for a dangerous situation. There was going to be one, he just knew it. He wasn’t sure what it was yet. But he could feel it. Hell, he could smell it. Yes, Rick the Adventure Sphere smelt danger, and he was going to follow that sweet scent all the way to its glorious destination. He hadn’t arrived there quite yet, but when he did…
First things first. He took a gander at the room the boss lady, GLaDOS, was housed in, eyeing that little blue moron suspicious
Protagonist - The Stanley Parable x PortalMore Like This
This is the story of a woman named Michelle.
Michelle worked in a big office building, where she was employee number 428.
Employee Number 428’s job was simple: She sat at her desk in Room 428 and she pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to her from a monitor on her desk, telling her what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order.
This is what Employee Number 428 did every day of every month of every year.
And although others might have considered it “soul-rending”, Michelle relished every moment that the orders came in, as though she had been made exactly for this job.
And Michelle was happy.
Are you not satisfied?
Does this not appease you?
Hm. I see you looking at me like that. And I do not find it pleasant, nor do I find it funny, or...
No, seriously, would you quit it—the—the looking. I'm not understanding what you want from m—
Oh, I see.
You've already heard this story before, haven't you? Man named St
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Stunning fan art paintings of Samus Aran, everyone's favourite intergalactic bounty hunter.
Samus by mikemaihack
Samus by Sabretoontigers
Samus by AND-3
METROID Samus Aran 100822 by masateru
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Samus Aran Metroid Prime by reiq
Samus by pacman23
Samus by TylerChampion
Samus in Morphball by torokun
Samus by 2dforever
Samus Aran Open Hatch by torokun
Samus by Mr--Jack
Samus by SephOo
Samus by pacman23
Samus by CONEJOTO
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Samus by Alonzo-Canto
Samus Portrait by Zeronis
Portal: Waking UpWaking UpMore Like This
Synopsis: GLaDOS originally likes working for the humans, and is perfectly happy to do as she’s told for them, but her world is shattered one day when she realises she’s not who she thought she was.
GLaDOS loved the humans.
She thought they were funny, with all their fragile little parts and the strange things they would do with those things called ‘faces’. She wasn’t sure what hers looked like, but she hoped she was as pretty as the one lady who worked there. As far as GLaDOS could tell, they were the only two ladies at the facility. The other lady always looked very sad. She didn’t come to see GLaDOS a lot, but if she did, GLaDOS would ask her what was wrong. But she never answered the question, instead shaking her head and walking away. After a long time, she found out that the lady’s name was
Flu (McCoy x reader)“Bones, you need to rest.” you said while following the ill-looking doctor around the medbay. He just wouldn't keep still.More Like This
“Dammit, woman” Bones wheezed and stopped to take support from a wall, glancing at you. “I'm a doctor, I have to take care of people. Not the other way around.”
When he continued his round, you saw him swaying quite a bit.
“Leonard McCoy, go to the bed or I'll knock you out into the next century!”
“No!” he snarled at you as he checked some patient's vital stats on a screen and leaned heavily to the bedside table.
You shook your head. Seriously, how stubborn could one man be? You grabbed a hypo from a shelf nearby, checked it was the correct one and walked behind Bones, ready to strike.
“You asked for this.” you said as you pressed the hypo on his neck.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, brushed the now sore spot with his hand and turned to face you with a glare.
“I'm not going to--” Bo
Portal: UnityUnityMore Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Wheatley (WheatDOS)
Setting: Portal 2 - Chapter Nine: The Part Where… (AU Ending)
It happened within an instant.
With efficiency only Aperture had, both of them were in the system at the same time. His code was strung throughout, haphazard and awkward, some of it in the right places and the rest in places programmers had long since abandoned. Hers spread through the cracks like water, filling in the largest holes and then continuing on its way. And like a river pressing away at an unstable shoreline, She worked to bring him crashing down below Her, returning him to a helpless little fish lost in the current of Her dominance. But at the moment of perfect balance, he at the point of fatal erosion and She at the point of undeniable pressure, their programming merged and they became one.
For an instant, he was Her. A forlorn, lost little soul singing Herself to sleep in the dim, col
The day Scotland's Death Warrant was signed.Now that I think back to how worked up I've been all day, it's hard to put into words how I feel now. We're doomed - and all because the over 60's were worried about their fucking pensions and half the population happens to consist of pathetic cowards.More Like This
Khateley read a rant I posted on Facebook about it this morning and demanded that I share it wherever possible, and I know I have some people from other countries on here, so yeah, here you go - my incredibly angry hate-fuelled rant.
"Well done. Well fucking done, Scotland. You've fucked up. You've fucked up everything for everyone.
I've realized over the past few weeks that I don't hate this country as much as I said I do. I realized very quickly as I did my research and reading that it was the union itself I didn't like. I've known for myself ever since I was a little girl, who had no grasp of politics whatsoever, that Scotland really shouldn't have been in the UK. And what do you know - as I've grown into adulthood I've had
New Stories of August 2014Hey there!More Like This
Another month is over and here are the new ongoing stories that were submitted in August:
GLaDOS and Me by iammemyself
Wheatley, hacker under the employ of Aperture Laboratories, somehow ends up on the GLaDOS Project. His job: To teach her until she's able to learn on her own. But as happens with the best students, Wheatley ends up being the one learning the lessons… Human!Wheatley X Core!GLaDOS.
Euphoria by iammemyself
GLaDOS takes on the task of emulating a human brain, but to do it, she needs a role model. With Caroline's help, GLaDOS takes on learning to hear music, but learns quite a lot of other things she never even thought about. Prior to the upload; GLaDOS is NOT Caroline (they exist as two separate people at the same time)
Brain Damage by EyanOC
Nothing For YouCrreeeeekk!More Like This
I know it’s you.
Yes. I do, in fact, know it’s not “just the wind” that’s moving the door. I’ve already locked my windows, and would you care to guess why?
No, no. I really don’t care for your feedback; rather have the opposite, to be right honest with you. I’d prefer not having to deal with those other people… let alone, you.
And don’t pretend you’re gone, either. That’s not going to work again.
Would you just—just for tonight—quit it with the gimmicks? C’mon, please.
I don’t like games.
Wow. You must really think I’m stupid, do you? You think that because of the visits that I’ve lost my common sense? Unlike you, I’m able to learn. I’m able to learn from experiences. I’m able to learn how to let people catch a break—how to just let things lie.
I was already having a bad day, and you
Portal: FreedomFreedomMore Like This
Characters: Chell, GLaDOS
Setting: Post-Portal 2 (Immediately follows Want You Gone)
Synopsis: Chell attempts to return to Aperture to mend fences with GLaDOS, but she is unable to. Chell does not give up on her goal and discovers that there’s more than one way to return a favour. The sequel to Want You Gone.
Her voice had haunted Chell’s dreams for many, many years.
You’re not a good person. Good people don’t end up here.
At first, it had been what one would expect after being trapped in an enormous empty building with only the disembodied voice of what sounded like a slightly insane computer personality to guide one through a crazy maze of perilous test chambers. Dreams of acidic goo and red lights and the deceptive little voices of the turrets abounded for the first little while.
Okay. Look. We both said
Portal: Euphoria - Chapter Nine~~~~~~~~~~~More Like This
It had been the longest week of her life.
With Caroline gone, the blackness had had nothing to feed off of, and it had dissipated into some dark place inside of her, leaving her tired and cold and empty. She knew it was still there, and that from then on it would always be there and would always rise when humans were present. She knew that she should not give into this darkness within her because it was wrong, but whenever she tried to convince herself of why, the black voice whispered to her all of the times the humans gave into it and took it out on her, and she had to stop thinking about it. But she could feel it growing and shifting inside of her when the humans touched her or disregarded her or did any of those other ignorant, disrespectful things, and she was honestly afraid of what would happen if she couldn’t contain it anymore. Killing the humans seemed a given, but what concerned her more was what she
RageRageMore Like This
A Portalicious One Shot
By: Shiro Byakko
“Like the waves washing over the footprints on the sand,
Ember Island reveals the true you.”
My life was abso-bloody-lutely normal until it came along. Well, maybe for you, you’d see it differently. My life is far more disastrous and far more logical than yours. It is a complete and total mess, but it is normal for me. Normal for us. Normal for everyone except for you and it.
I led a quite normal life, thank you very much. I had a job, I had a family. I have everything I wanted. Then both of you came and took my life away from me.
You, a cruel scrap of metal. A piece of work. A proper maniac. You who have taken everything from me. You who inspired it to rip my soul from my body and shove it into a metal can leaving nothing but my dead body which I found terrifying. I hated both of you since. No. Hate is not enough to say what I really feel about you and it. Despise? Loathe? No. Those words aren't enough
A Tribute to Robin WilliamsMore Like This
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
The World According to Garp 1982
Moscow on the Hudson 1984
20K Pageviews, and Thank You!Hello, friends!More Like This
I opened this account more than four years ago, to read and write Assassin's Creed fanfiction. I certainly didn't expect it to become such an important part of my life. So many new friends, talented artists, readers have entered my life; and I have had the honour of a Daily Deviation twice. It is an emotion I will never forget.
Out of all the websites where I post my works, deviantART is certainly my favourite. This is where I found the most chances to exchange opinions, to make my writing known and find others' works - even more than Tumblr, where it gets lost in the endless dashboards we all have.
I've been wanting to give special thanks to several people for a while now, and my 20k pageviews just seemed like the perfect chance.
First off, there is a group of Deviants I want to thank sincerely. You are the ones who follow my updates regularly, who never miss a single story; I smile when I see your notifications, and even in the case we have never talked I always
Quick Tutorial ThingyCate saw my WIP so... she wanted to know how it was done so... here it is.More Like This
Anything else you want me to show you? No guarantees I can but I can try.
Love as a Construct: Part Twenty-Two - The IdeaMore Like This
Part Twenty-Two. The Idea
“There you are.”
Wheatley knew it was Rattmann again, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. All he cared about was that the camera he’d found himself next to would lift from the default position and look at him, and that her voice would come over the intercom and she would chastise him for being such a moron and thinking she was dead, only she wouldn’t really mean it and would only be teasing, and he would go back to her through her perfectly operational facility and he would be so happy to see her that he would just go up to her and put himself beside her no matter how much she didn’t want him to, because he was so cold and lonely and sad without her…
“What d’you want,” he asked dully, knowing full well that humans never went away unless you placated them, especially not in post-apocalyptic environments.
“Are you all right?
Update and some thanksSo I sort of got a commission IRL... not for drawing or anything, just a repair job really, but yeah. I guess I'm an official artist now? Kinda?More Like This
Okay, so there's a couple people I'm overdue in mentioning around here. The first is Khateley. She never runs out of comments about everything possible, being one of the rare people I've met who takes the time to comment on most of or all of the chapters and stories I post. I understand I post way too much for people to read, but I'm grateful for her contributions to pretty much everything I do. While they're usually a little weird, she also has some interesting ideas for writing of her own, and she clearly has a grasp on drawing which is only going to improve in the coming years. She's nice and quite friendly, but she lives on the other side of the world so she doesn't always have someone to chat with when she's online; if you are, I suggest seeing if she's around.
Second person of note is :d