#portal adventure tag

[socksareunderated]

I don't know if i can say anything that hasn't been said before. All I'm going to say is.

I owe this game a lot. Without it, this blog wouldn't be here. Because of it, so many amazing projects have been made. It was a cultural moment and I wish to never forget it.

Can't believe that it came out 16 years ago.

-alt versions-

🖤 - Reblogs are greatly apricated - 🖤

[a2zillustration]

(It's ok Yurgir will respawn in Avernus)

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[acetyzias]

happy pride month to these objectively gay and lesbian characters from media i like

[glass-oranges]

Made some core blinkies!!!

update, I made glados and aegis ones here :3

[cobwebears]

tonights doodles

+ close up of my favoritiest lil guys

[sysig]

They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)

[oligib-art]

I make an anniversary drawing every year for this game but this one may just be my fav

[loquaciousquark]

when will eppie hawke and fenris meet tavish and astarion? (:

"And anyway, it won't be that bad. One last little Fade rift. We'll barricade it up as best we can, send a message to Skyhold, go home, and—"

One of the craggy footholds crumbles away beneath Hawke's foot, and it's only Fenris's quick hand that saves her from a plummet back down the side of the barren mountain. "Hawke, please."

"Please yourself. I said you didn't have to come."

Fenris throws her a longsuffering look, the flickering green lightning of the rift casting weird shadows over his eyes, but he doesn't let go of her arm until she's got both feet on solid ground again. "Just seal it and let this be done."

"My heart's only desire, lover," Hawke says, smiling, just as another pair of voices rises from the other side of the rift.

"Careful—careful! It shocks like the entire Hells are in there. Where's Gale?"

"Wherever Karlach dropped him, I suppose, with that little sprained ankle of his. No, I see them, they're almost here. Come away, darling. No need to get so dramatically close."

"This, from you?" says the woman, just as she and her fellow voice round the far edge of the rift. "Oh!"

"Well!" Hawke says almost at the same moment. Two of them after all: a short, slim woman with auburn hair pulled back in a low tail, and a tall, lithe man with hair as white as Fenris's and eyes that gleam like rubies. The man has a dagger drawn already, a thin smile playing over his face; the woman's fingers rest on her sheathed rapier, but her gaze is open, friendly. Hawke plants her staff on the rocky ground in as welcoming a gesture as she can manage. "Fancy running into someone like you up here of all places."

"I could say the same," the woman says. The green rift, still hanging between them and stretching a good twenty feet into the sky, gives an ominous rumble. "Our wizard's been fretting about magical disturbances along the city's borders for weeks. He finally traces the source to this location, and here you are at the heart of it. I'd like to believe it's coincidence."

"Alas," Hawke says, "one of my greatest faults is a terrible habit of being around when things begin. Fenris can attest to that better than most." She lays a hand on Fenris's shoulder, but he's stiff as iron, eyes glued to the man's dagger, and he's reached back for the hilt of his greatsword. "I'm Hawke, by the way."

"Call me Tav."

"And I'm Astarion," the man says grandly, accompanied by a wholly unnecessary flourish of his dagger. "We're here to steal the world."

"Save it," Tav says sharply.

"Of course, my dear. Save the world. What did I say?"

Fenris makes a short, disgusted noise, but Hawke's pleased to see he's let go of his own sword. She doesn't think this Astarion is going to kill them—not easily, anyway—and she likes the look of Tav despite herself. Both of them quick on their feet, she thinks, both moving gracefully with an innate, self-assured balance. As Tav steps around the rift Astarion moves with her like water, without even needing to see where she's gone. It reminds her a great deal of Fenris and herself, actually, though Hawke would give an arm to trust her own feet that much.

Fenris, it seems, has come to similar conclusions, and he rolls his shoulders as he releases their tension. Even his voice has lost its nascent fury, which for Fenris is practically friendly in situations like this. "The rift is dangerous. We will guard it until the Inquisitor can seal it permanently. Be on your way."

"Inquisitor?" drawls Astarion with that same, thin-lipped smile. "Sounds like someone from dear Shadowheart's former enclave, don't you think?"

"I don't think they're Sharran," Tav says. "Are you?"

"What a speculative look you've put on," Hawke says, delighted. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. Unless you'd like me to be Sharran, in which case, I most certainly am and in fact have always been."

Both Fenris and Astarion roll their eyes—hilarious in its own right, but heightened by the clear antipathy still remaining between them. Fenris sighs. "Hawke—"

The rift explodes.

Green lightning shatters over the rocky cliff. The rumble bursts into a deafening roar; the faint breeze that had been dancing around them sweeps up into a hurricane. The air cracks and snaps with a sudden smell of ozone.

Hawke throws her hand over her eyes. She can't see—the wind tears her hair from its bindings and she can't see past the brilliant flashes of blazing green and she can't hear— "Fenris!"

Someone's fingers wrap around hers. She wrenches up her staff, calls for fire—for ice—for anything—but the rift has become a maelstrom and every scrap of magic sucks into the raging whirl before she can shape it. Her boots skid on the stone as she tries to brace against the inexorable pull, pebbles and rocks rattling along every step. She can't—the hand wrapped around hers has seized tight as a vise, but she's slipping anyway, and Maker, she can't—

A man's echoing voice, stripped bare of all artifice, wild with fear: "Tav!"

The wind dies. Not slowly, not gradually; it falls off like someone's upturned a glass over the rocky cliff, and Hawke's ears roar in the sudden silence. The wind is gone, and the rift is gone with it as if it had never been, the thunderous clouds that had been swirling above it already dissipating to glimpses of blue morning sky.

"Andraste preserve me," Hawke says, loud in the quiet, and she looks over to see Tav still crouched against the face of the mountain. One of Tav's hands clutches a dagger she'd wedged deep into a stony crevice; the other is still wrapped tight around Hawke's wrist where she'd pulled her away from the tempest.

No sign of Fenris. No sign of the other one—Astarion. A long white scrape in the stone marks where Fenris's sword had sought and failed to find purchase, disappearing at the precise place where the rift had torn itself open.

Gone. Gone, gone. Her heart hammers in her throat, and she indulges in thirty seconds of agonizing grief before she sets it aside, turns, and pulls Tav to her feet.

"Well," Hawke says at last. "Looks like it's just you and me, then. Ready for an adventure?"

"Yes," Tav says, her grip on Hawke's hand like steel, and her eyes blaze. "You and me. Let's get them back."

—

Everything hurts. Everything godsdamned hurts, and Astarion lets out a pained groan as he rolls to his back and drops his arm over his face. His ears ring like bells, and something twinges painfully in his left hip, and the inconvenient sun has decided to blaze right in his face and gods damn it, he'd known they ought to wait for Gale. Wretched wizard and his weak ankles. Wretched Tav and her complete inability—

"Tav," Astarion says, and sits bolt upright.

No Tav. Not even the dark-haired sorcerer with the wide smile. Just that taciturn warrior in leather and half-plate seated on a rock a few feet away, watching Astarion get his bearings, his greatsword slung across his knees and a deeply sour look on his tattooed face. The skies above them are clear and blue as a song.

No Tav. No Hawke. No rift. No plan, and no company besides an irascible stranger with the same sudden look of dawning horror.

"Venhedis."

"Shit."

[sketchxx]

doodle pages as of late I FREAKING LOVE GAY PEOPLE RAAAAGGHH

[downbadperture]

~Hello Hello!~

This is a Portal x Reader blog! This blog is basically just for fun and to hopefully regain writing motivation and I love all these stupid little guys so here we are. The guy who runs this blog is nonbinary transmasc and has ADHD. So just throwing that out there before everything else. ANYWAYS YEAH HERE WE GO

~What to know~

Please be 16+, that's all I ask

Please be patient with me. This blog is for fun and as a hobby to branch off from the stresses of life with these funny little stupid guys. So if you spam me about why your request wasn't chosen, it's probably because i'm busy or I simply don't want to do it.

I'll only do requests that interest me. So if you're like my 100th Wheatley request, high chance i won't pick it unless it interests me

I don't do flat out smut, take that back to Ao3

While I do romantic and platonic requests, I don't do familial stuff. Found family is cool, but if it's like "Glados if she was my mom" that kinda squicks me out maaan

I don't do proship shit, take that shit to the incinerator

Please be specific whether you want a list of headcanons or want a little oneshot

The more obscure the character, the bigger likelihood you'll be picked. Like if you're saying that you want to kiss Virgil then you have a better chance of someone who wants to kiss Wheatley (You can still request Wheatley btw, just make it fun)

~Stuff I will do~

Any canon robots

Any canon humans

Characters from mods (MEL, Aperture Tag, Revolutions, ETC)

Fan Shows (Meet the Cores, The Underground)

Any sorta reader, just specify how they present or else i'll just default to GN

I can do poly relationships if you'd like (Like Glados x Reader x Chell)

If we're doing robots, tell me how you want them to be whether it's their canon designs, androids or humans. If not I will default to their canon designs, so don't come at me if it ends with you kissing some flat face

You can request multiple characters if it's a headcanons list like "The corrupted cores with their GN!S/O" and I will make headcanons for all of em

AUS and stuff

ANYWAYS UH- keep kissing some flat faces my guys, and have fun

[split-die7007]

Doodle page :D

warm up page so i can stop being up my ass about drawing professionally :3

[shr00mie-rat]

(Unoriginal) The Stanley parable/Portal 2 AU

I've seen many AUs of TSP and Portal, but most of time I notice them just swapping GLaDOS and Chell with the Narrator and Stanley, so I did what all sane people do, so behold (Cut bc drawings are too big + fun facts):

I tried to swap/include/change as many things as I could, and sorry if Portal 1 is very empty, I don't really know what much else to put

Fun facts about the AU:

the reason NARRaToR is a Lemon it's not bc of Cave's "Don't Make Lemonade" rant, it's actually inspired on another TSP AU made by @/voidsnarrator (check out their acc btw, they're the best)

The bread thing comes from the apartment ending, I was looking through endings to find anyplace where they mention food and could only find that, if anyone knows another ending with better nourishment for Stanley, please lmk 🙏

Unlike Chell, Stanley is straight up mute

it took me a day to find a good acronym for NARRaToR (and I still don't really like it)

The Boss takes Cave Johnson's place but because we don't know how he looks like I decided just to rip his paintings

Timekeeper served a similar purpose to NARRaToR as Wheatley did to GLaDOS, to distract them from murder, but instead of giving bad ideas, he just rambled nonsense about time and how important are people for telling you the time

The adventure core's name is Adeleine and only plays the Following Stanley track from the TSP OST instead of doing whatever tf Rick does on the original game

Following last fact, Timekeeper core's name is James/Jim, Observer core's name is Adam (from Aman) and Curator core doesn't have one

Mariella and Stanley's buckets are the only two ones in the whole facility

Instead of a wheatfield, Stanley is let go into a valley similar to the one in the freedom ending

This AU is still a WIP and some things may change later, so any criticism and feedback are welcome and appreciated! :]

[tar0star]

me when im a 6'2" immortal stellaron hunter who wants 3 out of 5 people to pay the price with dark cerulean hair which fades into a dusky scarlet with beautiful crimson eyes who's probably a few centuries old angsty emo boy who lowkey wants to die (yum(my))

[bluisbeingstupid]

YIPPE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

silly little doodles i made testing it out

[wheatley-grimm]

Who wins in a fight

[spiderh0rse]

so. i have some Conclusions To Draw. I don't think having Betty around would have actually done much to help Simon stop that downward spiral of his, and I can reasonably infer this because of Farmworld.

in the episode named after Betty, we learn that the reason Simon never saw Betty again after putting on the crown is because she kept through a portal leading a thousand years into the future. (I love Betty she's nuts) Now, in Farmworld, that portal is never made because Simon dies before he can make it.

This has some interesting implications! For one, taking from some dialogue during Finn The Human, Marceline says that Simon stopped the mushroom bomb before it went off, and that they already knew each other by that time. Now, from what I've seen, it's not said outright that in our world those two didn't know each other before the bomb went off, it just doesn't make much sense. And we have seen how badly into the crown's influence Simon was before the bomb exploded. About the same as what Marceline's flashback shows, actually! Maybe a little better.

(yes I am doing weird things with this timeline. hold on.)

So. Because Betty never went into that portal to the future, she either stuck around with Simon (this somehow leading to Simon knowing Marcy before the bomb drops and to Simon sacrificing himself to stop it) or. Leaves on her own? Which seems out of character for her, though I don't have anything solid to support that, just how devoted Betty is to Simon. And vice versa, of course.

Somehow Betty's presence doesn't slow down Simon's change. It just keeps moving forward at what looks to be exactly the same rate as in the world that would become Ooo.