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;fjdksl;afjasdl; THE WHEELBARROW RACE OH GOD
Just.
Everything.
Perfection.
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Posts tagged "wheatley"
It’s late, it’s the start of Spring Break. Feel free to send me your Wheatleys, because I would love to make fanart for them. :)
aaah, I feel weird for asking but, here’s mine…
he’s pretty much a nose with legs \o/
and then i realized i have no good refs. weh. you can just skip over him, it’d be perfectly fine >_>;;;
It’s not too good of a reference, but I have this:
Oh wow I feel bad for even posting this because I haven’t drawn him for so long but ehehehe… here’s my version of the dorkamatic 3000.
(via kawaiiyomo-blog)
A wonderful Livestream request (you know who you are!—speak up please, so that I can give you a thousand hugs from the adorableness that you’ve inspired).
Wheatley doesn’t know the date of Chell’s birthday, so he practices making cakes and icing them (under her supervision :D ), until he was good enough to make one for her.
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*dies*
I just had real fun drawing this.
Makes absolutely no sense out of context but look at how much I care \o/
God I’m so freaking tired.
No room, no room!: askthatredheadedlimey: askthatmoronwithabowtie: askthatchapinthehat:...
Certainly that is one of the means I employ to avoid the remarkably overstated reach of the law. Mind you, scanning so many bandwidths of communication does lead me to stumble across the odd piece of miscellany…
I have a feeling I’m going to regret this…
Just not now.
:3c
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Fanart for Blue Sky, a Portal fanfic by the talented waffles.
”Wheatley’s first impression of the great outdoors was not particularly positive. He recoiled, clamped both his hands over his eyes, and screamed.
“AAAHHH! Aaahh ahgodwhat’sthat it burns!” …
…
For Wheatley, who’d been put together underground, who’d spent his entire existence either in the darkness of the maintenance tracks or under artificial light in the facility’s harshly-lit grey-walled chambers, the flood of natural light was staggering, blinding. During his time in space he’d guessed that the sunlight would be less intense down here beneath the blanket of the sky, but he’d been wrong. It was warmer, but no easier to bear. The filtered sunlight of his own avatar, tamed and modified as it was, didn’t even come close.”
Of course my picture is just all dramatization, the actual scenario from the fic would probably go like this:
;A; the lighting, the expressions, the weight, the anatomy,
THE LIGHTING.
Gaaaaaaaah I can’t even believe how much creativity this fic has generated. WAFFLES. DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. DO YOU SEE THIS.
Tara I hope you’re happy.
“What did you DO?!”
Jervis’s first impression of Wheatley had been scathing. Aesthetically he was the equivalent of genetically blending a luxo lamp with a neurotic giraffe and then giving the whole thing too many joints. Mentally he was approximately the same.
“I just… well, there were a lot of holes in it, you see, so I just thought I’d… you know, put some stuff in.”
“Stuff?!” The scientist’s eyes strained to take in the unfathomable strings of data scrolling past the orange-tinted backdrop. What Wheatley had put in wasn’t stuff, it was pure, blind idiocy. It was impossible nonsense. Jabberwocky. It was, to the digital world, an unadulterated, tangible lump of fatuity… and it was working.
“Well-” Wheatley continued, as the Hatter’s increasingly unhinged mind attempted to decide which of the two men in the room was the madman; “I know you said you’d help get me back, after I, er, fell through, so to speak, but you were so busy with all that villainy business and, and reciting poetry to birds- very nice, by the way, very good memory you’ve got; not knocking that, just so you know-”
“Wheatley.”
“… yes?” The hopeful intonation was slightly marred by the A-flat accent of doubt.
“Do you know what you just did?”
Wheatley’s hand went into the air, as he inhaled with the attitude of someone about to say an awful lot of things that had no relevance to the situation, but it stopped at the level of his glasses, the fingers recoiling back into a hesitant rosebud. He shook his head, blinking mutely at the pair of eyes which he still wasn’t entirely comfortable with looking at directly.
“Wheatley… You just broke reality.”
haha to backtrack a bit, not that there’s anything wrong with attractive Wheatley but uhh I kinda lost sight of my original design there. I mean, c’mon.
Evil Wheatley died on the way back to his home planet.
I made this a long time ago after a discussion with Baysalt about the difference between smoldering evil Wheatley and friendly dorky Wheatley. And then I lost my nerve and never posted it. And now I post it anyway. Because I love her style and she has always been incredibly friendly and generous to me and I am way overdue for drawing her something.
Influenced by this comic by askamutemurderer. And the third Wheatley is of course not-quite-normal’s design.
HAHA
HAHAHAHAHA I AM DYING OH MY GOD
THEIR SHIRTS
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS PERFECT.
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A collective of miscellany and mirth. Also sometimes I draw stuff.