#Literally the only thing stopping me is concerns about that AI thing Tumblr's pulling

[booboothundergadget]

I'm very tempted to start OC posting on here

[peggysousfan]

Anomaly Misfire

This is the fic add on to the edit I had posted previously to do with Bellarke. The Anomaly sends Bellamy back in time to Earth after Primfaya, what will happen when he sees Clarke? This is based on a gif set I saw on Tumblr lol its amazing and looks so real, I wish it were.

"It's been 58 days. By now, Monty should have the algae farm producing." Clarke speaks through a makeshift radio while eating a few berries she found in the valley. Compared to algae, berries were better. "How bad does it suck? No offense Monty." She stops speaking but only hears static. She never gets a reply to her calls. "And I found berries, a whole field of them! They're not very sweet, but they're beautiful. I think that's what they used to make the paint for-"

As Clarke speaks through the radio and turns her head aside to look at the paint on a house, an illuminating green swirl appears seemingly out of no where. A small crackle of lights move through before the green mist vanished, leaving behind something- or rather someone. She stands up from her chair and cautiously steps closer to the man left behind by the mysterious green swirl.

"Clarke?" He whispers with his hands out stretched, unsure how to proceed. Her hair is longer than it was at Sanctum, and from the looks of his surroundings he's back at Shadow Valley.

"Be-Bellamy?!" Her voice cracks a bit as she looks around unsure if she's hallucinating from the radiation and dehydration. She did just discover the valley not too long ago after all.

"Wher-uh... I'm back on Earth? How..." He looks around and walks but before he's aware, a pair of arms wrap around his torso, blonde hair now fills under his chin. He chuckles and embraces her back, but what he doesn't expect is her to panic and start dragging him to the rover. "Clarke? What are you-"

"We have to get you to Becca's lab before the radiation sets in and kills you! Bellamy..." She turns around to face him, worry etched in her face. "It hasn't been five years. Its not safe for you to be here."

He chuckles lightly and halts to a stop, confusing Clarke. She pulls him more but he continues to laugh.

"Bellamy!?"

He takes her hand in his and walks back to the table where she was sitting before he had appeared. He then notices the radio and sighs. Madi was right, she did call to him while he was in space. At this thought he looks around.

"Where's Madi?" Now Clarke is even more confused.

"Who's Madi?"

"Your daughter..."

His words barely process through her mind as they stand near each other. But as Bellamy sees the perplexed expression over Clarke's face, he realizes they haven't met yet. That is, if he's thinking correctly about where and when he is in time.

"Bell I don't have a-" But before she can finish her sentence, she stops and looks to her left. A child stands from a distance and watched them. "Oh my God..."

The little girl runs off and before Bellamy knows it, Clarke runs after her. "Clarke!" But its no use, she can't hear him.

With a huffed breath he runs after her. He catches up to her within moments, trees and branches hanging in his face as he tries to smack them away. Its been a long time since he's been on earth, when things actually made since then. Clarke shouts in Trigedasleng to grab the girls attention, but she keeps going further into the woods. Bellamy stops running when he sees Clarke stop, she's looking at a child with crazed hair from afar. That has to be Madi. He thinks. But in the blink of an eye she runs off again. Clarke doesn't hesitate to run after her and so Bellamy follows them with a roll of his eyes. How can a small child run this fast? Clarke is still ahead of him but her voice echoes through the trees.

"Wait! Are you alone? Are there others?" She stops running to look at her surrounds and stops when she sees the little girl staring at her on the trail. Clarke speaks in trig once more.She says, "You're a nightblood, right?"

Clarke steps forward cautiously, trying to talk down to the girl, but she doesn't move. Instead Clarke does and eventually steps into a bear trap. She screams out in pain from the metal piercing the skin of her leg. Bellamy hears and runs faster. The little girl attacks Clarke in the mean time, attempting to stab her with a knife. She avoid most of the blows but her arm is cut, leaving black to trickle down her arm.

"Clarke!" The valley girl looks up at Bellamy and runs in the opposite direction, but seeing as Clarke is screeching in agony, his main focus on her. Bellamy bends down and helps her out of the bear trap, then carries her back to the village, but not without  fight. He sets her down after a while and she limps into one of the houses.

She grabs her bag on the way to sitting down on a table, ripping her pants leg as she does so. Bellamy tries to help but isn't sure what to do. "Its okay, Bellamy. I-I got it." Her words come out in a stutter as she hurriedly grabs a thread and needle.  At first she hesitates, but proceeds to stitch up the gashes on her leg. The only thing Bellamy can do is sit and listen to her agonizing sounds. After she's done, she passes out from the pain, but not before Bellamy rushes to her side and catches her head.

Clarke stays unconscious for several hours, so long he starts to worry about her. He periodically checks the wound and takes the liberty of cleaning it up as much, and as gently, as he can. But after several more minutes of waiting, and dozing off himself, Clarke wakes and startles at the pain in her leg.

"Hey hey hey! Easy... don't hurt yourself." Clarke jumps slightly before remembering Bellamy's presence. It takes a few moments before she realizes he isn't burning from radiation.

"You're... you're okay?" Her arm reaches out to him, inspecting the skin on his neck, hands, and face.

"Me? Of course I'm fine. You're the one that stepped into a bear trap."

Clarke thinks for a moment as the memories flood back into her mind, but right now the tap isn't her main concern. "No, that's not- Bellamy... how are you still alive? The radiation levels aren't safe. And how did you even get back?"

"Uhh... well I can answer one question." He shrugs and smiles, though she's still unhappy with his answer. The glare from her face tells him that very thought, though it is also contorted in pain. "Abby injected us with nightblood before returning to Sanctum." But as he says this his eyes widen and he flinches. "Sorry I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

"For what? And when did my mom make you a nightblood? You went off to space because the blood wasn't tested. I was the only one who took the syringe and injected myself." It was then he realized that Abby was still alive in the bunker. Clarke hadn't lost her yet. He feels like he should warn her, tell her whats coming, but then again who knows what will happen if he does. "And why are you looking at me like that? You still haven't answered my question of how you got here." Bellamy freezes and looks away from her.

"Look, Clarke, I don't know how I got here. One minute I'm in the Gabriel's tent holding Octavia after she's stabbed, then I'm taken by invisible people through the anomaly. I fought them off and I ended up falling and then landing here."

For several moments she sits quietly trying to process everything Bellamy has just said, and yet none of it makes sense to her. "What!?!? You were just in space with Monty, Raven, and the others. Octavia is still in the bunker and I have no idea who Gabriel is or what the 'Anomaly' is either. And what is Sanctum?"

"Uhh... shit."

"Bellamy?" She presses for more answers but he doesn't budge.

"It's complicated, okay?"

"Complicated." She echoes his words before trying to stand up. He asks what she's doing but shrugs it off. "You wouldn't understand. It's too complicated." She bites back, causing him to startle.

"Clarke come on. Its not easy to explain."

"Really? Then what is?" She turns to look at him over her shoulder and he freezes in place unsure what she means. Clarke scoffs at his confused look and sits facing him. "Bellamy we were born in space, sent to earth with no knowledge if it was inhabitable, then set up camp and fought a war with savages for land. Then Mount weather happened, I was on the run from literally very clan that existed only to be stuck in a worse situation fighting an AI and having to become a nightblood and fight off a whole city of innocent people. Then after almost dying I  find out the world was once again going to burn down into nothing, which left us having to choose and send hundreds of our own people to their deaths! Which left me one of the only people left on Earth above ground. But no, I wouldn't know complicated."

Bellamy inhales a deep breath and sighs, knowing everything she said is true. But what happens next is even worse than what they've faced before. Everything on earth were trial runs building up to Sanctum and the war raging on there.

"You really wanna know?" She gives him to look and he chuckles. Of course she wants to know. "Well, believe it or not I'm from the future."

"Future? Seriously?" He laughs at this and sits back in the chair he occupied before she woke up.

"Yeah. Seriously." Clarke looks at him through the moonlight and does realize he seems different, but she couldn't' think of how much time had changed since then. "Earth becomes uninhabitable within a matter of weeks after 6 years pass by. Once that happens we leave. Travel in our sleep to another planet where...things are the same as Earth. Trouble every where we go. We tried to be peaceful, civil even, but-" As Bellamy stops talking his voice cracks. The memory of figuring out Josephine taking over Clarke's body still haunts him.

"But what?" Her voice is soft and light, curious at why he stopped talking.

"They tried to kill you. I thought you were dead, Clarke." At this Clarke sits up straighter, trying to ignore searing pain in her lag as she does so. "To me and everyone else, you died and there was nothing we could do. There was nothing I could do! Peace was the goal and even though we tried to not.. to- dammit!"

"Bellamy..." She reaches out to him as he jumps from his chair and combs his hand through his hair. His mind fills back with the emotion, the dread, of thinking he had lost her forever.Clarke reaches out and touches his arm, grounding him back to reality.

"I tried, Clarke. I tried to keep the peace but... it didn't work out." he explains everything he could. From the mind drives, to nightblood and its connection, to Russel, Josephine, the Primes, and Sanctum. As well as the rebellion and the strange Anomaly that had taken Octavia back. Bellamy told her everything. As he does so, she sits back and groans from the pain. He reaches out to her but she says she's fine. "Clarke?"

"I-I don't know what to say to that, Bellamy. But now I understand why you apologized for mentioning my mom." He sighs and reaches out to her again, this time she accepts and holds his hand. "So all of this happens and what? We can't change anything can we?"

"I don't think we can."

Silence falls between them as the whirlwind of information is absorbed between them. For the rest of the night nothing else is said, they simply stay, hands together, and content on this moment.

For Clarke it has only been 58 days, but for Bellamy it has been over 70 years with a moment of content silence between them. A lingering, unsaid, feeling moving through the air. In his time living in space, Bellamy never thought he would end up with Echo, and yet he did. His mind says he cares for her, but his heart yearns for another, and still their relationship lingered on. But forces beyond his control tell him that its up to him to take fate in his own hands and be with the one he truly cared for-  the one he truly loved- and to do that was to atone for their past mistakes, if only to create a path for their future.

[omnomsauruswrites]

Mirror, Mirror

Pairing: Bucky x you

Summary: Sometimes the voice in your head is too much.

Warning: SMUT. Didn’t plan it, though I think it works. You have the right to tell me it doesn’t. Shrug. 

His finger traced the scar of his shoulder, where metal met skin, met claw marks. The scars still red. A remind of his days as a weapon, as a cold-blooded killer. He could still remember trying to claw at his skin to get his Hydra arm off. The marks fit perfectly with five fingers.

He sighed. His eyes drifted to his hard muscles, his finger then poking his stomach. Immovable. Impenetrable. Rock hard. Stubborn ass. Adjectives that you had used against him. His mind grasped on to them like lashes to the brain.

You had been furious. Your eyes blazed with a hatred he’d never seen in them before. You had always been soft, always sweet like honey. But last night the team had gone dancing and you had been swept away by a much handsomer man that probably didn’t have scars or marrings. That could hold you close and not worry about what you thought about his metal arm.

He had hidden in the corner of the bar, watching you, as your eyes glittered. Steve and Sam insisted that he should cut in, that you would want to dance with him. But he nursed his beer and took in the scene.

After an hour and hearing the voice in his head beat him up for not being good enough, he decided to say goodnight. You caught him on his way, tugging on his arm. 

“Stay,” you insisted.

He shook his head. You tilted your head in question. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He huffed, of course you’d catch on. You were a behavioral specialist. You tapped your foot in impatience, waiting for an answer. The glitter in your eyes gone, replaced with frustration. “If I was…,” he paused, clearing his throat and saying softly, as if confessing it would kill him. “If I was normal, I’d have you all over this dance floor. But I’m not, we know that, and you deserve … you deserve something better.”

Your eyes widened with his confession. You knew his self loathing ran deep but you had never heard it expressed. “And what if that’s not what I want?”

He shook his head, moving around her, but she grabbed his arm. “Don’t be a stubborn ass. What if I don’t want that. What if I want you? What if I don’t want normal? Huh?”

“You don’t know what you want,” he said, trying to pull away.

“Excuse me!” she screeched. “I knew you could be immovable, impenetrable, rock hard but jesus, tellling me I don’t know what I want is a low blow, even for you, James.”

He tugged his arm again and this time she let go. “Fine, be a stubborn ass. But you really should look at Tumblr.”

He stared at the mirror, again, seeing only his scars. Then he remember your last sentence, ‘you should really look at Tumblr.”

His eyes went to his iPad on his desk. “FRIDAY, what is Tumblr.”

“It’s a social media website that allows people to post memes, gifs, stories, make friends,” the AI replied.

That didn’t really help clarify. He still wasn’t literate on the internet. He sighed. “Does it have posts about me.”

There was a pause. “Yes, there are several thousand.”

His brain stopped. Several thousand. That had posts about him. “About me?” he said aloud.

“Posts, accounts, yes.”

“Why?”

“Well according to one, you have the thickest thighs that they want to be trapped between. Another wants to be choked by your metal hand during sex.”

That really did make his brain stop. Since his release from Hydra, he hadn’t seen himself as attractive and now he learned that people had accounts just about him. Not only that but people wanted them to touch him with his hand, wait not touch, choke. “Where’s y/n?”

“Y/n did not come home last night and her tracker is off, Sgt Barnes.”

His breath hitched. You never turned off your tracker unless you wanted space or ……

You looked at the rumpled bed sheets, the full length mirror on the other side of the room. The picture painted there was you with mussed hair. One would think you were thourghly debauched but that wasn’t the case.

After Bucky had left, you excused yourself as well, walking the snowy streets of NYC. You had hoped that the outing would help Bucky to branch out but it had done the opposite. You wandered several blocks before deciding to take a taxi to Queens to your hideout.

You had no desire to go back to the Tower because you would probably confront Bucky if you did. He needed to figure it out for himself. Needed to see for himself. Pushing him to see what you saw wasn’t going to help. But it didn’t make you feel any less guilt for leaving him be. You had tossed and turned all night.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You hand grasped it to see Bucky’s name and photo staring back at you. You hit the accept, “what?”

“Do my thighs excite you?”

You shot from your bed, surprised by his opener. “I’m sorry, run that by me again?” you asked.

“Do my thighs excite you?”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at it, confirming that it was indeed Bucky calling you. “OK, are you high?”

He chuckled. “You told me to look at Tumblr, so I asked FRIDAY to do it and according to her there are women who wouldn’t mind being between my thighs. Thus, the question, do my thighs excite you?”

“I mean….” you paused, how much did you want to reveal about your crush on the former assassin. “If I died between your thighs it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

He barked out a laugh, then you continued. “But I’m interested in the whole package really. Not saying your muscular, killer thighs don’t do it for me, but that’s not the main reason.”

“So there’s another body part your attracted to, doll?” he teased.

“Yeah, your eyes are quite beautiful. Makes me remember slate blue mountains in winter. Makes me want to stare at them forever.”

Silence hung thick over the phone and in the air. But you decided to push forward. “You see yourself as a big, bulky assassin with scars. You see what HYDRA wants you to see. What I see, is a handsome man, scarred, but living. Who has a smile that can light up a room when he wants. Who can joke and tease with a couple of narcissistic super heroes. Who has arms that can protect, yet make one feel safe. You, Bucky Barnes, are more complicated and gorgeous than you give yourself credit for. And yes, you have wonderful thighs and women on Tumblr swoon over them. They also swoon over your arms, your smile, your eyes. But there’s more to you than that, Buck.”

You paused. You heard his faint breathing on the other side. You knew it was a lot for him to take in. You knew you probably overshared. “Where are you?” he asked.

“Way to stay on topic, Barnes.”

“You didn’t come home.”

“I’m in Queens at my hideout.”

“Give me an address.” 

He looked at the door. Your confession had him reeling. He was shocked with your honesty. You two had been dancing around for months and here you were this morning giving him the pep talk of his life.

He raised his hand to knock and waited. You opened the door a few minutes later in a shirt. “Come in,” you greeted, gesturing for him to the foyer.  

He walked in taking in the slightly tidy area before you moved towards the back and he followed. He watched you walk, noticing the length of the shirt hitting your knees. He realized, “That’s my shirt.”

You turned your head and smirked. “Had it for months.”

He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him and then intrapping you against the hallway wall. “You steal anything else of mine, doll?” he asked, eyes staring deep into yours.

You smiled at him. Your arms going to his chest, fingers lightly tracing. “Maybe. But you haven’t noticed, so it’s not like you are missing it.”

He licked his lips, before asking the question he wanted to on the phone. “Did you mean it?”

His eyes searched yours, looking for the truth. Your hand moved from his chest to his cheek. “Every word, handsome.”

He didn’t hesitate in capturing your lips. It was desperate and hot. It was needy. He pushed his body against yours, hands intertwining in your hair. You rocked your hips against his and a groan passed his lips.

His lips left yours down to your jaw, kissing and nipping to your collarbone. You whimpered in his ear before slipping your hands under his shirt, fingers tracing his abs. You whispered, “Let me show you things I want to do to you between your thighs.”

You licked the shell of his ear, as he stopped his ministrations, pulling away to look at you. Eyes blown in lust, abs clenched. He looked feral, but you turned and pushed him against the wall, switching places. Your hands pulled up his shirt kissing upwards from his abs to his chest. Your tongue dipping into where skin met metal, and he moaned. Your wicked tongue caused his cock to twitch in his pants and he felt them tighten. “Y/n,” he growled.

You tisked. “Patience,” you murmured, kissing down and kneeling on the floor.

Your fingers unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down before your hand palmed him through his briefs. He bucked against it and groaned. His body craved release, as your tongue followed the like of the elastic of his underwear. “This is what the girls dream of,” she confessed, her hand stroking him. “As much as they want you between their thighs, Buck, they want this view to.”

He looked at you, seeing you watching him beneath your lashes. Your hand teased him, as your tongue licked your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” you promised before pushing down the last barrier and your tongue caressed the vein of his cock.

His fingernails digged into the wall behind him, as he tried not to come just from the first few seconds of your ministrations. You hummed your approval, as this time you took him in your mouth. He groaned and his body lit up like a match. He felt it in the pit of his stomach unlike before. You bobbed slowly, your tongue swirling. He cursed. “Doll….” he gasped.

You hummed again, which cause his cock to vibrate. “Fuck.”

You smiled against him. You took one of his hands, guiding it to your head. He looked at you concerned but your eyes showed that you wanted this. So he threaded his hand, guiding your mouth a little faster on him.

Your hands went to his thighs, nails scrapping, emphasizing their strength. He twitched in your mouth. “Y/n,” he groaned again.

You sucked a little harder, before releasing him so you could praise him, as your hands pumped. “This what you imagined when you thought of me between your thighs, Sarge.” His hips thrusted forward in your hand. “This what you think about when you masturbate. My mouth on your delicious cock.”

He groaned again. “Who knew you had a filfthy mouth, doll,” he muttered out.

Your tongue swiped his slit collecting the pre-cum and he jerked again. “So sexy. So handsome. Can’t wait to see what your like when you cum.”

His hand pulled on your hair, forcing your eyes upward and you saw his blown irises full of need. You tried not to chuckle before taking him back in your mouth. This time sucking harder and faster. You felt his fingers in your scalp, trying not to push your head into him, but you decided to encourage it by putting your hands on his ass pushing you deeper in his mouth. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, y/n…” he babbled incoherently.

You felt his member twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close, so you pushed your tongue against the vein and soon enough he was cumming in your mouth, shouting your name. You swallowed all his cum, as you realized it had been awhile since he had orgasmed that hard, as he twitched in your mouth. You smiled, as he stopped, pulling away. You pushed up from the floor, moving to kiss him. Then you added, “Want to find out the other things I want to do between your thighs?”

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[thehalfworld]

Fanfic MST: ITS MY LIFE!, a Portal fanfic [part 12]

Oh yes, friends, it’s back! It’s been entirely too long (two years too long, to be exact) and I hope you’re all ready for some more vaguely Portal-flavored nonsense. 

No real warnings for this chapter, just typical MarissaTheWriter ridiculousness. And canon character death, maybe, depending on whether or not you take the events of this chapter at face value (and, if I remember this story correctly, you probably shouldn’t).

Recap: Chell and GLaDOS have fused into one entity, P-body is pregnant, and Marissa for some reason decided that Rattman is the only one who can prevent disaster even though dude is strictly a non-action guy. She located him and now the two of them are planning on taking down the Chell/GLaDOS fusion.

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

AN YOU GUYSARE ALL SO WEIRD! YOU WERE GIVIN ME GOOD REVIEWS THEN YOU SAY IM A TROLL AN THAT YUR GONNA KILL ME AN PUT SALT IN MY THINGS? 

That is pretty weird, yeah. 

(I’m not even sure what she’s referencing. Maybe a play on “assault”?)

IF IT WERENT FOR THE PEPOLE HOO REALLY LICK MY STORY LIKE THE BUZINESS GUY AN SEPHRAL AN CAT NOT BOUNCY ID STOP IT RITE NOW!

I dunno who Sephral is, but “the buziness guy” is user ASBusinessMagnet (later a recurring character in MarissaTheWriter’s stories; I’m pretty sure we got married at one point), and “Cat Not Bouncy” is Tumblr user catbountry, who was going by “Not Cat Bountry” on Fanfiction dot net and who did a dramatic reading.

PS - I NO THAT GLADOS IS SPELLED GLADOS I CALLED HER FUSION CHELLGADOS BECOS CHELL ALREADY HAS THE LS AN IT SOUNDED MORE COOLER!

See, I told you she’d explain that. All makes sense now, right? Perfectly logical writing decision.

ITS MY LIFE!

CHAPTER TWELF: THE FINAL BATTLE

Bit of a misnomer, since this is not, in fact, the final chapter.

(Actually, if I remember correctly, MarissaTheWriter may have been writing by the seat of her pants; it’s possible she initially intended this as the True and Honest Final Battle.)

Ratman an I were goin thru the air ducks to get to CHELLGADOSs layer were the final show down wold be. 

Oh my god, she means her lair, not her layer. That literally took me years to figure out. Holy fuck.

Wheatly was growlin an tryin to be scarry becos he didant have weapons so he was lick are cheer leader. 

Considering what happens when Wheatley actually tries to be the bad guy, I think this is preferable.

We intered the layer an saw CHELLGADOS buildin turrents but these ones was speshal becos they cold walk a round an shoot an stuff! 

Hey, I played Portal 2, I saw the turret assembly line. It’s pretty much autonomous. She doesn’t have to build them herself, and honestly I think she’d find it beneath her.

But maybe things have changed since I left the building.

"INTURDER!" One of the turrents called to CHELLGADOS. CHELLGADOS looked at me with all the angry she ever had.

That’s a phenomenal amount of anger. Surprised Marissa didn’t combust on the spot.

"Marrissa Roberts you have interfeared with my plans for the last time becos now I will kill you." 

All right! Time for some murder!

Then she seed Ratman an got more angry. "RATMAN IS A LIFE? NOW YOU WILL BOTH DYE!" 

I doubt she cares about killing Rattman, considering that she didn’t do so before and that he poses basically no threat on his own. Like I said… non-action guy.

CHELLGADOS taked out her portal gun wich was modified to shoot bullets lick a reel gun but cold shoot portals to just in case. 

Okay, but does it really shoot bullets? I ask because the turrets use spring-loaded action in order to fire the entire bullet, which is obviously a hell of a lot less effective despite delivering more bullet per bullet. Explains why Chell can take so many hits without dying.

Point being, there’s no evidence Aperture Science knows how guns are supposed to work.

She fired the portal gun an it hit Ratman with a boom an I thot he was dead for sure.

But Ratman gotted up! 

What? Is he still alive?

"Silly CHELLGADOS you cannt hurt me becos..." He pulled down his pants an I saw that he had replased his man thingys with... the space an rick cores! 

…I know we’re leading up to a “balls of steel” joke, and I shan’t comment on that, but this raises so many goddamn questions. How do you replace your testicles with personality cores? A personality core is a hell of a lot bigger, and heavier, than a human testicle. Also, Space Core is in space, so how did Rattman get ahold of him? Did he shrink the cores somehow? How did this make him immune to bullets? How did he fit two personality cores in his pants? Why did he need to flash everybody?

My brain is hurting over this and I know it’s only in the story because the author wanted to make a stupid pun. Moving the hell on.

"IVE GOT BALLS OF STEEL!" (Thats from a game called Duke Nukum Forever its funny) The space core was still thing he was in space but Rick was mad at been one off Ratmans tentacles. 

One of his tentacles? Are we in a hentai now?

"Well then ill just portal you into space like Wheatly an see how you like it you wont!" CHELLGADOS shooted a nother portal unner Ratmans feet an he was sucked into s space. "No dont you are my dotter Chell!" Ratman yelled as he got sucked in.

Uh… what? How? I thought Marissa and Chell were both Cave and Caroline’s kids in this story. Wasn’t that established several chapters ago?

"OMG HOW?" CHELLGADOS an me said at the same time to gether. "It all storted a long time ago..." Ratman gave us the down lo as he was just barely hanging on to the portal. "I used to work for Gabe Jonson affer he changed his name to Cave in onor of his dead brother. Caroline was got shot as you no Marrissa an was put in a robot body that was called... GLaDOS!" 

Right, we know. How is he hanging on to the portal? Can you do that? I don’t think you can do that.

CHELLGADOS o-mouthed at his shockin words. 

Did she forget she spent the beginning of this story being a goth emo over the revelation that she used to be human? Like… this isn’t news anymore.

"Gabe new he wold have to dotters named Marrissa an Chell but since GLaDOS was a prototip she an Cave coldnt make baby normal way an instead used the artificial enseamanation an grew test toob babys. 

Hey, what the fuck is the “normal way” to have sex with a giant robot? Seriously, please inbox me if you know. It’s for a friend. I swear.

But there was a miksup an my dna got used instead of Gabes for one of the toobs that toob was... CHELL!" Then Rutman coldnt hold on any longer an fell into space an died.

Why did Aperture Science have a sperm sample from Rattman on file? How did they get DNA from Caroline, since her physical human body no longer exists? How does Rattman know about the mixup? Who carried the baby to term? How did two white people birth a woman of color? How did two white people birth a woman of color? I don’t know if I brought this up earlier in the MST, but I am directing that question at every “Chell is Cave and Caroline’s daughter” theorist too. You’re not off the fucking hook.

Then CHELLGADOS started shackin an looked funny. Chell was fightin back a gainst GLaDOSs control! "Marrissa there is not much time left you must kill me to stopped GLaDOS once and four all!" 

Okay, but we know what happens when Marissa kills Chell — thanks to having consumed the “zombie taters,” Chell will just turn into a zombie. You don’t want the most tenacious woman in the world after your brains, but especially not when she’s fused with the most massive collection of wisdom to ever exist, who also hates you.

I o-mouthed becos Chells brane damage was cured so now I coldnt put her out of MISERY lol. 

That’s actually not the concern I expected Marissa to have. She has no problem killing disabled people, but being fused with a homicidal AI who is using your body as her puppet is A-OK, even when the victim is begging for death?

Man, this girl could use some new priorities.

"But I cannt kill you Chell yur my sister there must be a nother way! Chell got sad "Hurry GLaDOS is takin control!" An she started lollin with evil. There was no way I cold kill Chell an then I rembered that GLaDOS used to be Carlion an that made me not want to kill herr neither.

Yeah, and remember how she used to be a well-written and complex character who cannot be reduced to a mere villain and who actually likes Chell so much she keeps writing songs about it?

Sorry, there I go talking about canon again.

"Bloody hell Marrissa shes powerin up!" Wheatly screemed from inside my jump soot an I looked up an saw CHELLGADOS was floatin in air an electric stuff was comin out off her. "THANKS MARRISSA YUO REMINDED ME THAT I USED TO BE CARALIN SO I REMBERED THAT I HAVE POWERS TOO!" 

Hey, uh, what the fuck? 

I o-mouthed, that dumb ingineer forgot to make it so only I gotted the powers! I didant no what to do now an it seemed hope less when a herd a sound. "Hey b**** were heer for backup!" It was... ATLAS AN P-BODY!

Who are they here to back up?

"OMG why are you jersk helpin me?" I asked while o-mouthin from the shock. "Becos CHELLGADOS is half yur sister an we dont lick you so we dont lick Chell neither!" Atlas eksplained. "An I rembered that you gave us the drugs an beer in the first place so if it wasnt for you we woldnt have drugs an beer!" P-Body added an Atlas nodded like yeah! 

I guess that’s reasonable. I, too, feel indebted to those who give me drugs and beer.

We started ti fire are portal guns at CHELLGADOS an the portals combined to make a big portal black hole.

Co-op mode would benefit from the inclusion of this feature, I think.

"OH SH**!" CHELLGADOS screamed as the GLaDOS parts were all sucked out off Chell. 

Should have attached them better, I guess.

Ones all of GLadOS was gone we closed the portal an Chell falled down on the ground. "Chell I safed you!" I rant to my sister an gave her hug. "Marrissa Im sorry, but the damaje from GLaDOS was to much..."

“…not to mention, having my butt sliced off after someone used their powers a little too recklessly…”

An she dyed in my arms. "Nooooo Chell my sister you are died!" I cried soooo much an Whealty cried to becos they was frends even Atlas an P-Body looked kinna sad.

Isn’t Chell gonna turn into a zombie now or are we not doing the zombie stuff anymore? Was that only because she was brain-damaged? This fic is confusing.

I put down Chells body an stand up when there was a clikclak nose be hind me.

Oh no! Not a clikclak nose!

"LOL we tricked you to get yur guard down Marrissa! Now die b****!" An Atlas an P-Body lolled an shot me in head.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I love that the author of this mess has no problem writing over-the-top violence but feels the need to censor the word “bitch.”

"Marrissa!" Wheatly screamed an ever thing got really black an I died.

Love the prose.

TO BE CONTINUED?

Yes, indeed, we’re not done with this fic yet!

OH NO MARRISSA IS DIED!

Oh, yes.

CAN WHEATLY SAFE HER?

Well, seeing as she’s dead, I think it may be a bit late for that.

FIND OUT IN THE NEXT ONE PS IM THINKIN OF MAYBE WRITIN A SPINNOFF A BOUT TEEN FORTRESS 2 AN GABE JONSON AN CARALION LIVIN IN PORTAL HIGH SCHOOL WHAT DO YOU GUYS THIN?

She actually did write that spinoff, by the way. I’ll put my MST of it up on this blog at some point.

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Long post detailing confusion over The Last Night below (not saying the game is shitty or bad, not saying that its amazing and revolutionary, not saying its regressive, not saying it will be progressive, cause honestly its not even out yet so I literally can’t know anything but what’s been said in the synopsis. not trying to start shit or debates or arguments, literally just asking questions about plot based on how its been described)

Like, listen I actually don't think one's old political views should be dregged up and used to call someone out when they totally could have changed over time. I don't think that's fair. Everyone is always changing, and people have the ability to learn and grow, and to hold someone to a political stance they held a while ago without knowing if they still believe it just seems not cool to me.

That said, I feel like The Last Night's current description does sound like one that someone with regressive views might have (not saying that a stabilized income would solve all the worlds problems, but I do think people deserve a living wage. I think people deserve to have their basic needs met). It's really hard to tell (for me anyway) if this developer is just saying "oh I'm not like that" anymore to try and avoid getting flack or if he genuinely feels that way.

But regardless, I am still baffled by how the conflict in The Last Night is supposed to work. 

Here is the summary-”Stabilised by universal income, people struggle to find their calling or identity, and define themselves by what they consume, rather than what they create” and “The Last Night is what we call post-cyberpunk – it’s not the kind of dystopia the genre is famous for, rather it depicts an alternate direction for society. One where the fight for survival doesn’t mean food and water, but a purpose for living. Human labour and creativity has been rendered obsolete by AI, so people are now defining themselves by what they consume, not what they create”

If the premise is that everyone has stabilized equal pay and people don't know how to find their sense of identity or purpose so they identify themselves based on what they consume instead of the things they create, that still doesn't explain  why people just stopped creating. I promise you that a lot of my artist friends who have to worry about just getting by and being able to eat would be able to focus A LOT more on their art if they didn't have to worry about just surviving. I also am confused as to why the fight for survival is suddenly defined by needing a purpose to live. If someone feels like they don’t have a purpose, will they be literally killed by society or the AIs? Will they be ostracized? How is not having a perceived “purpose” in life going to affect someone’s survival???

And even if the AIs in the story were suddenly a lot better at creating things, I can't imagine how that would make humans just STOP creating, unless this is a situation like the Matrix where AIs control people or force people to stop creating things??? 

Arguably a lot of our population lives in a world of leisure now, but a lot of those people are still writers, artists, poets, musicians, designers, and actors? Is this like Fahrenheit 451 where people do still want to create things but are controlled or brainwashed into complacency by the government or AIs and those people must do so in secret? 

Is it like Extras, or Black Mirror where people feel that they have to compete for notoriety or popularity and only do so through consumerism? Even then, I feel like that wouldn't necessarily stop people from making things or having a sense of self?

Also, if people have time for leisure, wouldn't that lead to increased self awareness and more time for self reflection, philosophy, study, pursuit of the arts and creation? If people already have their basic needs met, why would the next logical progression be "lets never make art again and leave EVERYTHING to the AIs?" Are they really just THAT more amazing?    

This isn't me trying to criticize the game, and honestly I think (or at least hope) these questions will be answered, and y'know if they make it work, major props. I'm just really confused because, while the game looks absolutely stunning and gameplay is probably good, if the story doesn't adhere well to the major themes of cyberpunk and post-cyberpunk narratives, like? How is the story going to seem coherent or plausible? 

I'm not against this game, I actually really really, want it to be good, but with a lot of the descriptions of the story it seems like it doesn't really "get" what cyber and post-cyberpunk is. Like we saw with the American Ghost in the Shell movie, you can have all the beautiful aesthetics of a cyberpunk world, but if your story is cliched or has been done before, it'll be really hard for audiences to connect with it on a deeper philosophical level, which is something a LOT of cyberpunk stories encourage. I’m not even talking about this on a level of wether or not it’s “progressive” or not, because before you can even reach that point, the story synopsis doesn’t make a lot of sense when you think about it.

Also, I have seen people say that "Cyberpunk isn't just anti-capitalist stuff! It's all sci-fi, it's about technology!!!" and while that is true, anti-capitalism, anti-authoritarianism, and anti-class-ism are themes and ideas that can and do show up in a lot of cyberpunk narratives, along with ideas about what it means to be a person, and if technology's advancement is a positive or negative thing. 

Like this isn’t something that tumblr kids just pulled out their asses, if you go back and look at a lot of cyberpunk stories, you can find these themes. I don't think that all cyberpunk and post-cyberpunk stories have to follow those ideas, and it’s probably bad to assume they will, but many of them can be interpreted using those themes and do have them, so I don't think it's good to just act like they don't come from anywhere or were suddenly jammed into cyberpunk narratives by people who are concerned with social justice. 

I've gone on far too long. Again, I hope the best for the game, I hope that the guy who made it really has changed and I hope that the story is good and makes sense and that my questions will be answered. I didn’t bring up this stuff to be like “AND THIS IS WHY THE GAME SUCKS!!!” I really just want to know how it’s going to work.