For my RP group, the Online Enrichment Center. This was one of our most awesome plots we had and I had so much fun making this for you all. <3
This is fucking AMAZING. Very well done! ♥
I’ll blob down some headcanons I have about my Portal OC. Behind a cut because why not.
(This is mawkish nonsense set in the Animal OEC AU. I’ve been feeling really bored and uninspired by all of my characters lately so I wrote this fluff piece about Trix (jaguar) and Wheats (flamingo) having offspring. It’s cheesetacular in its terribleness and extreme contrivedness. )
This is the kind of thing that happens when I get too bored. I’d apologize, but we all know I wouldn’t mean it.
A is for Andrew, who got bit by a worm.
B is for Beth, who turn into a germ.
C is for Chell, never finished that test.
D is for Doug, when he laid down to rest.
E is for Evil, corrupted past hope.
F is for Fact, crushed by his own trope.
G is for Gossip, devoured by rats.
H is for Hunter, dissolved in clone vats.
I is for Irish, the language choked Ruby,
J is for Justin, found an Unfriendly Cubey.
K is for Katt, smothered under the books.
L is for Lee, his parts stolen by crooks.
M is for Morgan, by faith plate was flung.
N is for Nate, whose last note he sung.
O is for Owain, gunned down in defence.
P is for Polaris, disappeared in the vents.
Q is for Quentin, whom nobody met.
R is for Rick, blew up on a bet.
S is for Susan, her heart broke in two.
T is for Toko, code finally knew.
U is for Ulrich, Archie died from the shame.
V is for Velocidaptor, stuffed and mounted as game.
W is for Wheatley, drank something quite bad.
X is for xirT, .das ,esrevrorrim a ni
Y is for YesSirMrJohnson, whose poor soul is now freed.
Z is for Zed, his own knife did the deed.
((Yes, I know it’s Gaelic, but it was the easiest way to work in Ruby.))
((A fun little fic set in the Aztec AU. Tweaked Trix’s name a bit so it more closely matches the Nahuatl word for jaguar (ocelotl). GLaDOS’s name is a bit of a mouthful, but “miqulipoca” should mean “smoking death” AKA neurotoxin. “Teocalli” means temple. Wheatley’s name was chosen more for similarity than any deeper meaning. I probably spent waaayyy too much time researching this and would still be offensive to any actual historians or people of Aztec heritage. Sorry, guys. I still had fun writing it. I might do more fics set in this AU if I can get ideas.))
Trixlotl stretched, the mat under her a solid reminder that she no longer slept in a hammock. It had taken her a while to adjust to the change, but the benefits were definitely worth it.
Her arm snaked across the chest of the man sleeping beside her. Huitli was a puzzle, and not just because his spirit had at one time been ensorceled into a copper tetl. No, what amazed her more was how important he’d become to her… and she to him.
We are looking for anyone who knows PHP + MySQL, HTML and maybe CSS. I’m reaching out to the Portal community since it very much has to do with the fandom.
Last year I had the great pleasure of discovering a phenomenal group of Portal fans and RPers belonging to a community called the Online Enrichment Center, or OEC for short. The head of the group, OEC_GLaDOS is simply incredible with a million ideas that I’m excited to see come to reality. The group has been mostly operating on Twitter lately because our site, onlineenrichmentcenter.com, badly needs a rehaul. That’s where we need come coders.
This site, the way that OEC_GLaDOS described it, is way more than just an RP forum. It’s a whole Portal experience and I desperately want to see it come to light. We’ve hit many bumps in the road, but don’t count us down yet. I love this group dearly and I want to see us grow into something great.
If you’re interested, please contact glados@onlineenrichmentcenter.com. If you do not know how to code, please reblog for a signal boost. Thank you.
Bringing this back again, since it was mentioned on twitter. Please, if you know anyone who knows how to code any of these, we could use your help! This group means a lot to me and this project seems like it would be very exciting for the Portal community, not just for RPers.
“Oi! Don’t like the outfit much. Too, er, short? Fact, the skirt is too short! Oh bloody hell stop that and get me something that I can move in!”
I need to stop.
Trix would wear that in a heartbeat. ;)
I could resist the temptation no longer. This is just a rough (very rough) draft.
Dumb Ways to Test
(to the tune of “Dumb Ways to Die” by Tangerine Kitty)
Set a portal to the moon.
Tell Wheatley he’s a buffoon.
Catch a bomb once it has been lit.
Go swimming in an acid pit.
Dumb ways to test, so many dumb ways to test.
Eat conversion gel for lunch.
Stay in the lift while it gets punched.
Use a hard light bridge to rest.
Jam a door mechanism with a nest.
Dumb ways to test, so many dumb ways to test.
Decide to long fall without your boots.
Prance around like a dangerous mute.
Ignore GLaDOS when She wants you gone.
Wave a hand to see if the laser’s on.
Dumb ways to test, so many dumb ways to test.
Lean against a mashy spike plate.
See a Shutdown door and take the bait.
Get sucked up into the tubes.
Try and murder your Companion Cube.
Dumb ways to test, so many dumb ways to test.
Look in the gun’s operational end.
Hug a turret when it calls you a friend.
Tell GLaDOS you’re immune to neurotoxin.
Follow the cores to the incinerator.
Catch an Energy Pellet with your face.
They may not rhyme, but they’re quite possibly
Dumbest ways to te-est.
Dumbest ways to test.
Dumbest ways to test.
So many dumb,
So many dumb ways to test.
((An AU fic featuring my OC Gossip Core and Fact, back when they were both still human. It explores what might have happened if Tabitha had found out about Craig’s crush before the whole core transfer thing))
Craig was hiding, but Tabby knew where to find him. She knew all of his “secret” hideouts where he went when he needed to be alone. Why he should want to avoid her she didn’t know. Or at least didn’t want to know.
“Craig?” She ducked into the little room he’d jokingly dubbed his “research library.” It was just one of the many odd little spaces between the walls. Pipes and wall pistons gave it a very industrial feel, but he’d softened it with some wall coverings, a battered old couch she suspected had come from his apartment, and books, books, and more books. And not a single romance or potboiler mystery to be found.
She found him splayed on his couch, in as much disarray as she’d ever seen him. His hair was tousled, his shirt partly unbuttoned, and his tie was hanging off a pipe. If he’d worn his shoes here, she couldn’t see them. This was even worse than she thought.
Since I’ve posted the fic, I might as well add some backstory/headcanons I have for Tabby, AKA Gossip Core. Will cut tag for those who don’t care.
