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Just finished portal 1. These girls are fucking
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chelldos beam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with @boginiolif
i drew Chell and GLaD's claw, she drew GLaDOS :D done on magma.com
portal!!
Back when I pictured glados as a masc android lesbian.
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Hm.......what if glados was the little spoon......
Chell’s heart was still pounding, not given any rest after testing before she was whisked aside by GLaDOS. She was sweaty, smelling like toxins and gunpowder. Quite the fanfare for finishing today’s testing.
Her eye shone its yellow glow, spilling on both of their faces, so close together, almost touching, almost there. It was entrancing, she was a moth, and the woman’s eye was the ochre light of a worn bulb.
“Kiss me again.” The robotic voice asked.
The artificial eye beamed gold like a field of mature grain, spanning as far as the eye could see. The crops rolled with the wild wind.
A wheat field, my wheat field.
Their lips met again, it was nothing less than perfect.
Check out my fanfic “Yellow” on Ao3!
Chell’s face was littered in lipstick stains, the black gloss she knew belonged to only one woman in Aperture. Last night was real.
She touched one of the beloved marks, as if it would disappear when confronted with reality. But no, it’s stuck to her face. She almost doesn't want to wash it off. She wants to cuddle up in bed and ride out the warm fuzzy feeling in her chest. But what if GLaDOS comes by again? Chell doesn’t want to make it weird.
She wants to take a long look at herself before wiping it off. Her heart flutters heavily at the absurdity of it all. The tester’s tongue ghosts over her lips, trying to taste whatever she had the privilege of experiencing last night. It was a stale flavor, mixed with waxy makeup.