sorry…
Oh man, this is so sad and so sweet at the same time. Love this Wheatley design and aww, young Doug.
The conversations they would have.
Oh man, this was such a challenge to paint.
Wooooow, great use of color and composition.
This is beautiful. All of the feels.
^^^ yes, so many emotions…
My blog needed more Scumbag Wheatley
Quality meme.
Top right is one of my favorite lines from the game (link is probably loud). He sounds so bitter.
Top right is best quote that everyone seems to forget. That was during the turret shutdown - BEFORE he turned evil, ya know?
Oh wow. Makes me wanna see this scene from every conceivable angle…
Can’t work on cosplay until I go home because that’s where the sewing machine is and that makes me sad :( So here, have all the Wheatleys I have collected. I need some Space, Fact and Adventure up in here too.
Cutie Core <3
Wheats, why you so cyuuuute?
Spreading love a little early… <3 X3 <3
Also Valve, Y U NO RATTMANN VALENTINE?
Tumblr peeps, someone remedy this.
Hell or High Water Ch. 5 teaser
“Let go!”
Wheatley’s handles flexed, trying to wrench off her grasp. It only made her hold on tighter, though, as the void of space threatened to swallow her up. She stared in disbelief at the large blue optic, hoping the words he’d just spoken, like the previous stream of harsh accusations and heart-wrenching confessions, had only been a verbal accident, a glitch in his system. His narrowed shutters glared back hatefully – not just spitefully but loathingly.
A piece of debris from the Main AI Chamber flew into her face, and her left hand lost its grip. She fumbled against the blasting air to catch the core’s handle again, but he pulled it out of reach. She gasped.
“Let GO!” he demanded again. “I’m still connected!”
Her lungs started to burn as she struggled to inhale the void around her. Wheatley began moving his other handle in a desperate attempt to throw her off. She tried to gasp in another breath, succeeding in a lungful of nothing. Black fog encroached at the edge of her vision, growing darker and more constricting with each pounding heartbeat. Wheatley’s bright blue optic still burned at her, demanding what she could not bring herself to deliver.
“LET GO!”
She couldn’t. Tears brimmed in her eyes, immediately freezing as the rush of air blasted them off her face and into the cold recesses of the stars. Everything was growing darker, darker, until only Wheatley’s blue light remained, ever angry and vehement. Her hand weakened its grip.
Taking in another breath, she tried to scream, tried to beg, plead, accuse, condemn – anything to make him stop his madness. The pain coursing through her whole body was now unbearable; her chest, her eyes, her heart. Everything burned; everything struggled just to survive one second longer.
Something burst in her chest. The world went black…
