#cea2018

[starry-nightengale]

2015 vs 2018~!

I made this updated version of an old drawing a few weeks ago but decided to wait to post it until the 19th for @thechelleyexchange event!

The musical versions count, right? xP

[kiralioden]

@thechelleyexchange

no handles because they are extremely stubborn and would never look right. 

Also I would like to say that this was in my queue even before I made that other... sprite. I've learned a tiny bit more spriting humans since then.

[hannah-heartstrings]

May I Have This Dance? (Chelley Oneshot)

Sparks fell from the ceiling onto the white floor of the test chamber. Though well-lit and still usable the whole thing looked broken down, a missing tile here, vines hanging there.

High above the rest of the room was a small platform with a big red button in the floor and a closed door. Landing on the platform Chell took a few steps as momentum carried her forward. She dropped a cube onto the button and the door opened.

“That’s a new record!” said GLaDOS, her tone light. “…For the slowest you’ve done so far.”

Chell tried to ignore her as she went through the door. In the elevator she leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes to rest if only for a second. While her muscles and mind were wearing down her heart just kept speeding up, making it hard to catch a breath. Much like the facility she was still running while feeling broken down.

She felt the elevator stop and pushed herself out of it; if Wheatley could do what he kept saying he would then they’d both be out of here soon, she just had to keep going.

Stepping into the test chamber she looked it over noting all the components, a moat of goo, a button on a stand, a funnel for dropping cubes, a-

“Psst.”

She stopped. What was that?

“Over here,” there was a whisper.

Following the sound she found a wall panel removed with Wheatley peeking through it.

He waved his lower handle, gesturing her to come closer.

Scanning the room again she found the camera and shot it down.

“Really?” GLaDOS drug out. “I thought we were passed this.”

“I didn’t find a way out” he whispered once Chell was close enough, “but I did find something.” A panel below moved and he disappeared into the darkness.

She crouched through and followed to a small barely lit room.

“Tadaa!” he spread his handles out. “I thought it’d be a nice place to sit and rest and take your mind off your imminent death. Look,” he scooted back to look down at some cubes with a radio on one, “there’s even some relaxing music. I’m surprised it still works, everything else is broken.”

It wasn’t much but she was grateful for it, she smiled at him. Plopping down on one of the cubes she set the portal gun beside her and stretched out her arm, wiggling the cramped fingers.

“There you go, rest those muscles, they’re probably tired.”

She untied the jacket from around her hips and used it to wipe the sweat from her face.

“I wouldn’t know though, I don’t have any; well I do, just not physical ones, mine are more… metaphoric.”

She dropped the jacket on the gun. Looking at Wheatley she noticed his gaze dancing around the room, looking as restless as she always felt, even in a cubby away from the test chambers Aperture never felt safe. The music wasn’t helping that, she thought; the slow tune and somber tone made the light flickering on the dirty walls look even more eerie.

She turned the dial, getting a variety of static until she found a tune. There was still static in the background but it had an upbeat tempo. As she closed her eyes and listened gradually her heartbeat calmed down, her foot started swaying in time. Glancing to the core she saw he was still looking around as if he expected something to jump out at them. He’d helped her calm down but was unable to himself.

She jumped up and held a hand out to him.

“What?” he glanced from it to her face. “What’s that for?”

With her other hand she motioned to the radio.

He looked to it, to her, to the radio again; the light in his eyes shrunk as it dawned on him. “Are you asking me to dance?!”

She nodded.

“But I don’t have any feet, not even two left ones!”

Taking his lower handle she came closer till her face was right in front of his eye. Slipping an arm around him she pulled him back a step, then stepped forward, scooting him along his rail. She turned them to the side then again before stepping back and forth.

After a moment he seemed to be calming down and she no longer had to drag him, instead he moved with her.

She smiled at him.

He pulled the plates over his eye up to smile back.

She stepped back at arm’s length then forward again.

“Um,” he glanced around nervously, “shouldn’t I dip you or something?”

Turning to the side she leaned back, moving the arm around him to his top handle so she wouldn’t fall as she dipped herself.

He leaned towards her, looking sideways to see her face.

After staying like that for a second they started laughing.

She righted herself, pausing as she heard the song end. A slow tune started. She wrapped her arms around him, settling her head against his side.

He looked confused at her arm and followed it up to her head. He smiled. He turned and started swaying them side to side.

They closed their eyes, for a moment able to pretend they were somewhere else, somewhere safe and calm.

[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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[thechelleyexchange]

The Anniversary Event is Tomorrow!

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[ivanzoot]

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[captain--space--buns]

Hanahaki disease Chelley themed art for @thechelleyexchange ’s Portal 2 Anniversary Event. Wheatley’s unrequited love for Chell. Unrequited for…a few understandable reasons. In a world where she’s forgiven him, but just can’t return the love he has for her.

I had soooo much fun drawing this! I’ve been wanting to do some Portal fanart for a while now!

Anyway! Have a wonderlicious day. And remember…Don’t make lemonade! 😉

[emmacamilarr-blog]

My fanfic~

You can read it here or on AO3:

Also, I can’t remember if this is the right tags, so @wheatleyandchell

"Luv, I made something for your birthday~" Wheatley sing-songed.

And what is it? Chell signed back.

"It's a surprise~"

Did you burn the kitchen?  Chell half-joked. Honestly, Wheatley was really close to turning their house into a fire once.

"Nope, got Virgil to do the cooking for me. He even fixed the oven for me!" He picked her up, and, with difficulty (and almost dropping her), brought her downstairs, where Virgil was preparing some punch, and Mel was hanging up balloons. Both of them noticed Chell, and hastily hid the items.

"Wheatley, you were to keep her distracted, and NOT bring her downstairs," Virgil said between gritted teeth.

"It's not my fault that you told me that while I was busy preparing gifts," Wheatley shot back. Virgil rolled his eyes and said to Chell, "Happy birthday, Chell."

Mel came over and hugged Chell. "Happy birthday, Chell!"

"Luv, come over here, I have a surprise for you~" He led her to a pot on top of a cake dish.

You got me my pot, she said dryly.

"Luv, trust me on this."

Wheatley took off the metal pot from the cake dish, and then revealed a giant black forest cake.

"Tada! Your cake!" He hugged her awkwardly, for he is a giant noodle, and then Mel came over and quickly pulled over to say something to him.

"Are you going to pull the surprise or not, Wheatley? You said you will do it."

"I  will, I will, Mel! At the end of this... But what if she-" Mel cuts him off by pushing him back to Chell. Wheatley turned to Mel to protest, but Mel's expression told him that if he didn't pop the question now, she would be disappointed in him.

Wheatley gulped. "So, uh, luv, we have known each other for a while now.... you know what, I'm doing it now. Chell.... willyoubemygirlfriend?" he rushed out. Chell, who was ready to cut the cake with Virgil's unbelievably-sharp-knife™, dropped the knife onto the counter with a clang. 

Wheatley... Chell started signing, and Wheatley sweated. Will she say no? What if-

"Yes." The one word came out of Chell's lips before she could stop it. She meant to show Wheatley she could talk later, but this was the way the universe wanted it.

Mel clutched her heart, and smiled widely, Virgil dropped an empty plastic cup on the floor, and Wheatley blinked at her before realizing what happened. "Luv... YOU CAN TALK!?!" Wheatley grabbed his now-girlfriend, and picked her up in a hug.

"Uh... Apple?" Wheatley squeezed her as hard as he could.

 "Ohmygodyoucantalk!"

"Wheatley, don't kill the birthday girl."  Mel grabbed his arm and made him release Chell.

"Sorry, sorry." He smiled toothly at Chell, and grabbed her hands.

"Happy birthday, luv."

[kiralioden]

As always, I’m Chelley trash and I did have this soulmate prompt thing saved for over one whole month (haha, beautiful, isn’t it?) and never got around to writing for it. Well, tomorrow’s the anniversary and holy shit i haven’t written anything for it. SO HERE WE GO, HAVE A DUCK, @thechelleyexchange!

(Probably going to write a different one regarding a Mute!Chell in the First Words AU but that’s for a different time)

SOULMATE AU: Writing Soulmate AU! When you write on your skin the same mark appears on the same place as your soulmates. Such as if you doodle on your skin your soulmates gets those doodles on their skin.

Chell didn’t know much about her soulmate, other than they really enjoyed drawing ducks on their arms. Yes, ducks. Not even anything special, just- ducks. Ducks drawn in blue marker. Rubber ducks, like the ones in the bath. Sometimes, they’d have a little “Quack” scribbled by them. They looked more of absentminded doodles than purposeful things, but there were so many of them.

It could have been annoying, but Chell liked ducks. At least, she liked watching them. She had sketches and sketches of them in her notebooks from her times observing them. So it was more endearing to see all the little quack-quacks all over her skin.

But usually she kept them covered with long sleeves, for sake of remaining unobtrusive outside. Only once did someone notice, a cashier at the craft’s shop. Her sleeves had rolled up a bit, revealing one particularly goofy duck on her wrist while she was paying.

“Yours or the soulmate’s?” the cashier asked, a glitter of amusement in his eyes.

Chell quickly tugged her sleeve back over the doodle. “Soulmate,” she replied. “I don’t draw on myself.”

“Well, ever thought of returning the favor? Tried writing to them?”

"No.” She knew she could- but drawing on her skin just never really appealed to her. But she never thought of it as a possible means of communication. Hurriedly, she scooped up the plastic bags of pencils and paint, offering a quick “Thank you,“ to the cashier before rushing out.

Once she was back in the comfort of her own apartment, Chell picked up the first marker she could find. It was one of her scented markers- the orange one. Briefly, she wondered if the marker’s scent would carry over to the other, but she dismissed the thought. Chances were they didn’t- the ducks never smelt like markers or anything. And even if it did, it was just oranges.

By the goofy duck on her wrist, she drew another duck, It was much more cartoony than what she usually drew, but it fit with the rest of the ducks.

“Aren’t you a silly one?” she wrote beside it. 

A blot of blue quickly sprang up on her arm, like someone had dropped a marker onto her arm and it bounced off. Just as swiftly, another duck blossomed under her orange one, looking comically startled.

“Oh! Didn’t know you were looking!” the words beside it said. “Hope I didn’t bother you with them.”

She laughed. “Not at all,” she wrote back. “Just was suggested to give you a reply, so here we are. <3″

For a week, they exchanged little quips and doodles. They drew other animals: cats, dogs, horses, and a lizard once (it looked more like a worm). But most of the doodles remained ducks. They never bothered with their information- whatever magic that allowed the soulmate to see the other’s doodle on their flesh refused to make it easy. No names, no addresses, nothing that can be used to trace back to their soulmate.

But in some areas, the rules were a little loose, and they played with it. Chell told them whenever she was going out, and from how hastily they replied, she assumed they were trying to get ready, in hopes that they might run into each other if they were in the same town.

(It happened surprisingly often for many couples, so the chances were decent.)

Today was no different. After giving a quick message of “Going to see the ducks,” she was heading to the park, sketchbook and pencils tucked in her tote bag. It was a pleasant day, and many people were out. Chell waved to the people who she recognized and those that greeted her first.

She finally veered to the quieter side of the park, where she often sat to sketch her surroundings. Most of the time, it was just her, the ducks in the stream, and the rare dog-walker.

But today, today was different. On the bench she often sat, was a tall man, drawing. His clothes were rumpled, as was his hair, and his glasses were hanging rather precariously on the bridge of his nose, but he had an air of excitement and bubbliness that let her overlook his untidy appearance. He looked up from his own sketchbook, and smiled at her.

“Oh, er, hello,“ the man said. “Lovely ducks, aren’t they?“

Chell was about to panic (were her sleeves up?) when she remembered where she was. There were real ducks everywhere. “Yep.” Without much else to say, she looked at the bench. “Would you mind if I sat here?”

“Oh, of course not!” The man scooted aside to give her some more room. Chell settled down and brought out her own art supplies. For a while, the both of them were silent, lost in their own drawings.

Then, at some point, he must’ve looked at her page, because he said, “Oh, so you’re drawing the ducks, too. It’s always nice to see someone loving the birds. Lovely... plumage.”

Chell looked up from her sketchbook, and he continued eagerly, “Y'know, I try to draw them. I really do. They’re lovely birds, really, but I can’t ever seem to get them right.” He showed her his sketchbook. Ducks were scattered across the page, caught in moments in swimming or feeding. It looked like he had tried to imitate the real birds, and having failed, settled with a cartoon duck, much like rubber ducks. Suspicion filled her mind, but she pushed the thought aside for now.

“You might want to start using pencils,” she said. “The lines are easier to work with.”

“Oh, I would, but I’ve always forgotten to bring ‘em out. And... uh, I always have my marker on me. Pencils don’t draw very well on skin, and I do enjoy a bit of... doodling. On my arms.” He laughed. “Good thing whoever my soulmate is doesn’t seem mind all the ducks. Only bothered to reply a week ago. With an orange duck calling me silly. Smelt like oranges, too. Bless their choice in marker.”  

Well, guess that suspicion was right.

“...hey, you alright there? You look a bit pale.”

Not trusting herself to speak, Chell rolled up her sleeves and showed him all the ducks on her arms.

“That’s-” He pushed his glasses back up, blinking confusedly. “Those are... my ducks... Oh. Oh.” The man stood up, an impossibly wide grin on his face. It occurred to Chell how tall he was, standing well over a head taller than her. “So you’re my soulmate! Didn’t think I’d meet you somewhere full of... ducks. Not that I blame you, it’s quite fitting, with all our... scribbles. Ah... Ought to introduce myself. Can’t go about being rude, can I?” He stuck out a hand. “I’m Wheatley.”

She took his hand and shook it. “Chell.”

And before they knew it, they were getting married in a duck-themed wedding and had a baby who was obsessed with ducks haha that’s my crack ending

[kiralioden]

Guess who found a brush that didn’t make her head spin! Looks a bit more like how I used draw, but hey- a nice throwback for me, a sort of new style for all of you.

AND I FINALLY DREW A MALE HAHA BLESS

(and if anyone remembers that “I hate drawing hands” post I made... yeah, this was why.)

((and for yet others, yes, it did make an appearance somewhere else ... Glad to help @byakurenbreak))

@thechelleyexchange

[thechelleyexchange]

Thank You!

A big thank you + hug to all those who participated and spread the word of our first event! All the content has been queued and should run through in the next few days (we’ll make a post then and let you know, so if we missed your work by any chance we’ll reblog it!)

Thank you again! It’s hard to overstate our satisfaction. ;D

[wheatleyandchell]

His hands are trembling as Chell passes him the newborn. She’s covered in sweat and her hair is stuck to her neck, but he thinks she’s as beautiful as ever. He remembers that there’s a baby- their baby -in his monstrous, grubby hands, and he looks down at his palms.

He understands why they call it a “bundle of joy,” now. The little girl looks at him with eyes that are a perfect swirl of gray and blue, and his heart melts. 

“We did this. Wheatley and Chell did this.”