|The original and first GLaDOS group. <3|
I don't expect much, there are only a few things:
Respect other members of the group
Things submitted here must be Portal related and NOT anti-GLaDOS
We do allow Nudity but we prefer tasteful nudity, and as long as it has a mature rating on it
Do NOT, under any circumstances spam the group
Overall, be nice
And remember, this is a fanclub FOR GLaDOS, and fans of her, so no hating her!
We won't be accepting roles of a Contributor until you've submitted a decent amount of work to the group. We are always accepting Members though so you can submit art as a Member first.
We won't accept every art we get if it isn't of good quality, related to Portal, has been submitted multiple times or alternate shots of the same thing, sorry.
Please add your deviations to the correct folder, if unsure which folder ask us
Do not send a Join request or Deviation request more than once, we may reject it if you submit it too many times. You have been warned.
Okay...Now that that's out of the way, have fun. <3
And, of course, feel free to join.
Portal 2 - By ChellPotatoes always smell of earth, even long after they have been washed. Planting wires in the tawny skin reminds her of her orchard — laughter and warm breath, with her hands all dirty from digging them up, and then the sweet taste of dad’s excellent cooking. She is having fun. Science and home are her two favourite things.Portal 2 - By Chell by MasterPassionCreed
She does not think when the sirens start howling. She grabs the full vase she has brought along from her garden, and shoves it in. The battery has plenty of quiet time to take root.
The little water comes from a leak in a broken pipe. It falls with patience, drop after drop — while the gap widens over time, it still isn’t enough. The light is that of the emergency neons. Potatoes are the strongest, though.
Scientists in dirty lab coats visit once, dragging their feet, before they are caught and shoved back in the darkness. They seek shelter, maybe a little food and water, if that isn’t asking too much. But they last little; the lea
Still AliveCaroline had been Mr. Johnson’s secretary for far too long. She was so used to saying yes to him that she had forgotten she could also say no. And now that she remembered, now that she was having second thoughts and regrets, it was too late. He was long gone.Still Alive by Chlowo
She hadn’t really thought this project would actually come to fruition. Not in her lifetime, anyway. She’d hoped to die in the facility, in the little apartment she’d lived in for the past forty years, with Mr. Johnson at her side. But instead, she’d sat next to him, squeezing his hand as her eyes brimmed with tears. He was all she had. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to live for too long without him.
And now she was going to live forever.
She wanted to fulfill Mr. Johnson's dying wish, of course. But as they strapped her into the machine, latching down her arms, legs and head to make sure she couldn’t move, she found herself wondering if she could still back out. The scientists
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