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[universallywriting]

If you're still taking asks, how about Steven washing or braiding Connie's hair? Like maybe she broke her arm or strained it and since she can't manage it one handed, it's been left unchecked. Thank you! I love your stories!

“I’ve been looking into hair care a lot,” Steven said, gently rubbing his fingers on a lock of her hair. As always, it was frayed out, unbelievably thick and (while neatly brushed) all too often full of frizz and uncontrolled volume. “So , you know you’ve got 2B or 2A hair, right?”

“No,” she said with a little snort, looking down at her phone.

“I could fix-”

“No.”

“Connie, please.” He groaned. “You have this really pretty super thick hair and-”

“Which is supposed to be getting braided right now.” She pointed at her head. “You’re the one who wanted to play with it. If you’re not going to, I don’t wanna sit around doing nothing.”

“I’m gonna braid it!” he said, taking more of the blown out strands in his hands. Then, pouting a little, added: “I mean, I could help you help get really pretty shiny waves if you wanted.”

Her head flopped back in his lap, looking up at him with an amused raised eyebrow. “Steven, I’m not gonna do an elaborate hair care routine.”

“It’s not elaborate! Some leave-in condi-”

She raised her hand up to his cheek. “I use two-in-one shampoo.” 

Steven cried out in pain, his hands covering his mouth.

Connie pointed back to her head. “Yup. So get to braiding.”

He sighed, letting his fingers gently comb through the tangles that constantly formed. It wasn’t long before her phone was put away, her eyes happily closed as he braided and unbraided her hair. Three strand, french, fishtail, and ending in a pretty waterfall braid circling her head. He bowed elaborately, and with a wink declared, “Your crown, my queen.”

She eyed his handiwork, smiling at the elegant look. “I should get you to do this more often. It’s always pretty when you do it.”

“Thank you,” he said with grin. “It’s fun to play with your hair. Even after you cut it it’s still longer than mine.”

“And it’s probably too long right now. I need another trim.” She hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking back to him as her fingers rubbed the split ends. “Hey, um… what does hair like mine look like with all that stuff you were talking about earlier?”

He took out his own phone. With a few short clicks pulled up thicker waves, pretty locks that stood up instead of the limp, falling down frizz she more often endured. Her eyes widened slightly, making his heart thud with excitement as she asked, “You’re sure that’s my type?”

“This is what your hair looks like whenever you use my shower stuff and let it air dry.” He paused. “I mean, close to it. It’s still got a lot of damage. I’ve got some stuff you could borrow.”

She stared for a bit, looking back at her own frazzled hair, then mumbled, “Never hurts to try.”

He didn’t even bother to contain his triumphant smirk.

[24-7-testing]

Merry Christmas @alisonster ! I was your Portal Secret Santa this year!

You said you really liked the idea of Chell and Human Wheatley living together, being sweet to each other and just being happy, so I did my best. A quiet Christmas evening in front of the fireplace together seems to fit that description pretty well!

I hope your Christmas is a good one! Enjoy!

@portal-secret-santa

[wheatleyandchell]

Would you be willing to write a comforting story? I love your ficlets! Thanks!

Ahh! So sorry this took me so long! And sorry for the length. I just had this idea in my head, and so I combined this prompt and my prompt and this resulted. I’ve had a bad case of writer’s block lately, but I think I’m working through it. This is also my small contribution to the Chelley Exchange’s anniversary event. I hope you enjoy~! Thank you for the prompt!

The night was cold,and a chill settled over Chell's bones. Sleep was a rare commoditylately. Wheatley was sound asleep beside her, and she gave a small,pressed smile. He was always so peaceful when he slept- not that sheliked the silence, but to see him relaxed like this was nice.Tranquil, even.

She went to take asip of a water when her eyes caught on the red light on the otherside of the room. Instantly, she was back There- sprinting throughcorridors with boots that constricted her blood flow, burns fromlasers, and bruises from God knows what. But what made herfreeze was the voice that echoed in her head.

"There youare."

This wasn't real, itwasn't really here, but she could hear it in her head and almost seethe red laser aiming over her heart. It took her away from this, fromthe life that she had worked so hard to build. With one red light,she was shot emotionally.

She didn't realizeshe was heaving with tension when she felt Wheatley's arms aroundher. They grounded her, brought her back to reality, where the redlight was just a red light and not an infantile robot with an intentto kill.

"Lovey, are youalright?" His words were masked with sleeplessness, making hisvoice rougher and deeper than usual. "You...you're shaking."

Wordlessly, shepointed to the light on the wall. She didn't know if he could seeher, actually follow her finger to what she was pointing to. Hefumbled for his glasses on his nightstand and examined the wall moreclosely.

"Luv, all I seethere is a light..." he squinted. "Oh! Oh." Sheswallowed.

"Did you...didyou think that was a turret?" Just the name of the device thathad nearly filled her vital organs with metal made her tense. Hercurt, singular nod tried to mask her rising tears.

"Oh,darling..." He turned on the lamp. "It's just the telly.Here, I'll unplug it so this cursed light isn't even on anymore-"he stood up and pulled out the cord with a yank. As the light fadedto black, the anxiety welled up behind her chest lessened.

"Thank you,"she croaked.

As he crawled backinto the bed, he said, "No problem, dear. Come here. I got you."As he flicked off the light, she crawled into the nest of his armsand settled. A gentle kiss graced the tip of her head as she driftedoff to sleep. Wheatley was here, and in his embrace, she found ashield.

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[semianonymity]

alisonster replied to your post “Another day, another fuckig job  interview ;__; At least some of the...”

Good luck!! Are you on the west coast too? Because it is hazy as hell where am I from the fires.

Pacific northwest!!! We’re not on fire, but we’ve got it blowing in from both directions.

[piedrawsthings]

My @portal-secret-santa gift for @alisonster!!!! She wanted cute fluffy chelley, so I drew them together. Chell is a little cold, someone get her a blanket!! I hope you like it!!!!!! Merry Christmas!!

[setepenre-set]

alisonster replied to your post: Quick shortie; where can I find your address? I'm...

Happy birthday!

THANK YOU!!! :DD 

it is not quite my actual birthday yet (that’s feb. 12) BUT my family tends to celebrate our birthdays for an entire month ANYWAY because we are bad at organization and love parties lol!

(and really, cake for a month? no downsides.)

[volcanicflowers]

alisonster replied to your photo: Alright listen, I’ve only been in this fandom for...

Can you give us a link to the story?

Well (to my understanding) there isn’t really any sort of fully developed story, it’s mostly just a bunch of ideas strung together into an AU, but here’s a post that sorta explains it http://firiami.tumblr.com/post/157463579700/pleeease-tell-me-more-about-the-little-core-au-i

[rachell-redacted]

Reality doesn’t exist

GLaDOS reveals the main secret of the universe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20562314

This is my first Russian to English fic translation. It was made possible by wonderful @alisonster (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Starswirling) as my Beta reader (♥) and our AI overlords as... overlords. Many thanks to them all.

Hope you enjoy!

[universallywriting]

Happy request if you're up for it. How about the first night when Steven and Connie move in together? Or something along those lines. Thanks and I hope you feel better soon!

“It’s a two-bedroom, one bath, and the price isn’t bad considering how close it is to downtown. It fits our budgets, at least,” Connie told her mother. Her headset sat snugly in her ear as she cut open and unpacked boxes in her room. She was already regretting her love of fairy lights. So many fairy lights.

“What are you going to use the second bedroom for?” Priyanka asked. “Just a shared workspace?”

Connie laughed. ‘What? No! I have my room and he has his room.”

There was a bit of a pause, just long enough for her to think about asking if her mother was still there. Then her mother gave a startled laugh. “Well, I can’t say that I’m upset you two aren’t sharing a room, but I am surprised. I didn’t think you’d move in together if you weren’t sharing a bed.”

It was a little weird.

They were nineteen and twenty, they’d been dating for nearly four years, and Connie was sure that most people their age wouldn’t set up their first apartments together that way. It was even weirder considering they were hardly strangers about sleeping next to each other. She’d been falling asleep beside Steven since she was eleven years old.

Still, they liked to move slow. Each big relationship step was done with caution - not fear, but the carefulness and respect they tried to define their relationship with.

“Do you think it’s weird we have separate rooms?” she asked that night, her head in his lap. It wasn’t a concerned kind of ask, just lazy curiosity as she watched the sitcom in front of them.

“Yeah,” he said, and his hand came down to scratch her head. “I don’t think it’s how most people do this kind of stuff, but I like doing it like this.”

She nodded. “We don’t do stuff until we’re both beyond ready, and then whenever it happens it doesn’t feel like a big deal. It’s just all natural. And easy. And not stressful.”

He grinned down at her. “Uh huh. One of these days we’re gonna suddenly realized one of our beds hasn’t been used in months, and we’ll get rid of it, and we’ll be bed buds forever.”

“Perfect.” She wrinkled her nose as she giggled. “Except for the name. Way too close to bed bugs.”

“And, until them, we’ll be romantic roommates with separate bedrooms.” He stroked her chin softly. “I’m kinda done with big moments and surprises for a while. It’s nice to go slow and being comfy.”

So they shifted a little on the couch and got a little comfier.

[wheatleyandchell]

Ooooo "ode to sleep" has some excellent lines! How about "I'll stay awake 'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight".

HEY THIS TOOK ME AN ETERNITY I’M SO SORRY

But here it is! It’s not very long, but I do like it. Short and sweet. Thanks to @starry-nightengale and @alisonster for beta-ing for me!

Sleep was always, always, always, an uphill battle.

It was a necessity, yet the side effects were deplorable: thrashing, empty screams that burned her throat, and nightmares.

The nightmares were the worst. And somehow, they always involved him.

During the day he showered her with kisses and declarations of affection, at night her mind had him smashing catwalks and taunting her. His voice, his voice that in her waking hours affirmed his love for her, twisted into an inflection that degraded her very existence inside her dreams. But then she’d wake up in the cocoon of his arms and she’d realize that her dreams were just ghosts of the dead past.

Usually that feeling was enough to keep her breathing level, but a particularly bad bout of resurfacing memories in her dreams had left her shaking. Still in his arms, she looked up at him, and felt hot tears running down her face. The dark didn’t help; it was lonely and lifeless.

She needed reassurance. Her trembling hand brushed his cheek and she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. He was here. He was real. Her index finger wrapped around a strand of his short hair. Even though her movements were slight, he was a light sleeper and he stirred awake.

“Luv?” he yawned. “You alright?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all she replied.

“Oh.” He held her tighter and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Was it a nightmare again?” She gave a tearful nod.

“Oh, darling. I wish I could make it all better.” He kissed her forehead again. Her turmoil lessened, but still lingered. His hand found the small of her back and began to rub circles. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss. She needed to know her Wheatley was still there. He slowly pushed back, still half asleep, and gave a content hum.

It felt so nice, being in his arms with her lips against his. The dark bedroom that seemed isolated and frightening melted into a cozy hideaway, and she deepened the kiss. He responded by running a hand through her hair, and she breathed a sigh against his lips.

He pulled away for a moment to breathe, “I love you.”

In that moment, Chell knew the dark wouldn’t be taking her prisoner tonight.

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[faragonart]

I'm sure you get this all the time, but I love your art so much! Like... I come to your blog and sometimes find myself just staring at your stuff for hours on end. Your expressions are so much fun and the way you draw is so fluid it makes me so happy. This is gonna sound weird, but your art style is a massive inspiration for how I draw now, in fact I come here sometimes to remind myself of what I'm aiming for when I draw. I want to invoke the same feeling you do. Either way, your art is awesome!

This is gonna be a slightly long response hhh I’m sorry I’ll put it under a readmore~

Y’know, a lot of the time (like now, for instance) I feel stagnant and I get extremely depressed and stressed over my work and where I am in life, and then I see messages like this pop up into my box, and I quite literally don’t know what to say… 

Every time I see a response like this, it picks me back up and makes me want to keep going, and keep on working to strive towards the things I want to achieve. I usually find it so hard to believe my art ever has any impact and when I do see it, I’m just flabbergasted and in disbelief. And to hear that I even inspire and influence the way others draw is just… an unfathomable feeling. it’s something I never expected to hear of my work and I’m so honored, you have no idea. No real words can express how grateful I am whenever I see these messages and I don’t know how else to appreciate these words that are all too kind for me other than to keep at what I do, and to say thank you so much for having any sort of belief in me and for liking what I make and I’m  extremely sorry I almost never answer I’m freaking terrible at it….  I keep a lot of these messages in my box so that I can scroll through and see them whenever I start to lose faith in myself and it truly helps more than anything and pushes me back on track. 

@@phantomgal12,@sherlocktalia, @lestrangest, @lemundemuse, @purplesherbetlightsaber, @alisonster, @marie-1205, @skibblepasta, @ask-empero-ler, @stuffblogging, @kambarbay, @somniaxperdita, @summertime-shadow-muffins , @legendaryphantomllamas ,@avafaidian, @mutegirlwithagun,@thekyuusanna and so so SO many others (you know who you are)

Thank you so much for keeping me up and I hope to not disappoint you guys

[blairaptor]

I love your Wheatley!!!!!

Aw, thanks! How kind of you to say! http://blairaptor.tumblr.com/post/152738429426/it-was-possibly-the-most-violent-and-potentially Maybe I’ll get the time to do more in the future!

[universallywriting]

So where does one find out about hair types and what to do with them?

we’re done with SU. this is a hair care blog now, lol.

So, you can use a chart like this to diagnose your hair type. You can really just google “hair type chart” into Google Images and get examples. Once you’ve narrowed it down, you can google the specific hair types to see what pictures most closely match your own.

Once you’ve decided, googling your hair type with the word “care” in it will bring you to a few different pages that’ll help you figure out what works best for your own hair!

Speaking from a US perspective - Odds are, if you have some variety of straight hair, you probably are gonna end up just following the most widely known hair care routines. That can vary however, especially if you’re East Asian or Indigenous to the Americas, where you’re more likely to have a more rare totally straight hair.

Curly hair care has been ignored for a really long time (for extremely racist reasons), but all hair is beautiful and worth taking care of if it’s something you want to do! No hair is ugly, or unprofessional, or uncontrollable! It just requires a different routine - and that routine does not have to be about making it look like standard Caucasian hair.

I personally have medium, very straight hair. For the longest time, my parents hounded after me over how greasy it was, over the constant split ends. As it turns out, making me wash it every day was super unhealthy for it. Dragging a brush through it no matter how it hurt broke off the strands and made the ends fray much faster. I’ve been much happier with it ever since I started being gentle with it, avoiding blow dryers, and washing a couple times a week instead of constantly.

Good luck with your own! <3

[eroticfriendfictions]

alisonster submitted: Which did you think was better, spice-eps or the spice rack?

Spice rack! Come on, we all know that was the science fair winner. 

[wheatleyandchell]

Hey guys, check out this fic! It’s a WIP by @alisonster (who is such a sweetheart!)  I’m really interested to see where it goes and it’s worth your time imo. 

[persephonegoestochell]

alisonster said: Thanks for replying! Thanks for sharing your art!

Thanks for being a sweetheart!