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candy-jail · 10 months
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goosewizard · 1 year
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every time i listen to Turret Wife Serenade i cry. these little fucking killing machines !!! stuck together by a man who is losing his mind but trying his best !! starting to make noise!! they communicate !!! they make music !!! they perfect it !! its haunting !!! its beautiful !! they do it for themselves and no one else!!!! and its a wonder that you get to hear them at all!!!! they love you!!! theyre different!!! fuck!
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The Enrichment Center reminds you that the Weighted Companion Cube will never threaten to stab you and, in fact, cannot speak.
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kajamnikk · 11 months
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hello im mashing my fav character with my special interest yet again !!!!!!!!!
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HE WAS MADE. FOR THE PORTAL GIRLIES
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mr-parable · 1 year
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some rattmann doodles! and a story board sketch for an animatic i probably wont make.
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link to song for animatic:
https://youtu.be/AhdDfSdXSD0
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lesbiansforglados · 2 years
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tenacity
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actuallykiwi · 1 year
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If Ratman Met Oracle
Ho, ho, ho @astarlingdiscovery! I’m your @portal-secret-santa!
Apologies for being so late. I was asked to take on your prompt, but at the time we were moving, so this took me a while to get to. But here it is! You said you loved the companion cube, turrets, and Ratman, so I did a little ficlet for you! 
Hope you enjoy, I’ve never written about him before :)
“Exile, it takes your mind, again...”
The radio quietly sang it’s music in its little corner of the room. The only other sound was the marker dropping onto the floor, and then a thud as Ratman dropped with it. 
He sighed and gazed upon his work. His eyes met the frightened ones hiding behind the hands on the mural. Almost all of his work had been a reflection of how he was feeling. This one almost felt like... shame. 
“Does it feel like a trial?” 
At times, it did. To be the lone survivor in Hell, other than the one he couldn’t help anymore. She slept peacefully, and dammit if he wasn’t going to leave her anything he could before he too slept. Starting with the radio, playing its melancholy tune as he limped ever onward, forever lost in his thoughts. 
A large tube filled with discarded Science scraps ran along the left. It would never run again, not since She was disabled. The facility was eerily and loudly silent. But a blinking laser across the walkway caused the only sound heard in hours. 
“Turret! Get down!” His Companion shouted from his back. After much rehearsing in these situations, Ratman dove onto the walkway, prepared to run on all fours to get across. 
“I’m different!” 
He paused, still hunched. That was definitely a turret speaking. But it did sound different. If other turrets had seen him, he would have heard the “there you are” they always so smugly announced. This one sounded like it was... pleading?
“All turrets are programmed the same, and if it was defective, it would sound different,” his Companion explained. “This one does sound different. They’ve never been programmed for deception. Not like Her.” Ratman carefully stood and approached the poor creature trapped in the tube. Its red eye and laser blinked rhythmically at him, but never opened fire. 
“You will not be here when she wakes.” It said.
“The test subject? There is no definite date, I know.” 
“You will not be here when She wakes again.”
Ratman froze. “She... is going to wake again? How do you know this!?” He shouted and banged on the tube. It did not move.
“One of Jesus’ most trusted disciples, Judas, still betrayed Him on the day his loyalty mattered most.” 
Ratman was breathing hard. He must be hallucinating, had to be, but was this turret, predicting the future? 
“Time will prevail. The past will unveil. And at the end of the day, tenacity will not fail.”
Tenacity. That word struck him so deeply that he stepped back. “She... she’s gonna make it?” 
“That’s all I can say.” 
The little tinny voice, muffled by the tube, spoke no more. But its blinking red laser still carried on. As usual, nothing out of the ordinary, Ratman’s head was filled with thousands, millions of thoughts, each going faster than the other. 
As if the Companion could hear his blood rushing, it spoke in a soothing voice. “Simplify. Take what context you can cipher. Do not overthink it.”
Overthinking was all he ever did. But he relented and took a breath. “She will wake. She will wake again. Someone will be betrayed, but she will make it. What does any of it mean? And since when did we have a turret that spoke like that?” 
“You know as much as I do. There’s nothing more we can do. Come on, you still need that rest.” His Companion sat heavy on his back as he approached the turret once more. He placed a hand on the cold glass. “Thank you.” 
Ratman began shuffling back down the railway, his limping footsteps the only sound heard until one last word was spoken. 
“Goodbye.”
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prettyrowantree · 3 months
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i.think i suffered a minor case of serious brain damage
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nymphaealuna · 7 months
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null-entity · 2 years
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What did you just say?
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spideryspade · 7 months
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I love nervous subject it's so edgy
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candy-jail · 10 months
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ngeruma · 9 months
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"Zephyr" | Perpetual Testing | Portal 2 Community Maps & Mods
By cyanidethefox
You can smell a Ratmann den a mile off, very distinct odour.
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More Test Chambers
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mobius-abyss · 2 months
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Parallels
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this initially started as just a doodle but then i thought id try to emulate ratmans graffiti style from the portal games and now here we are.
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sxstmfhs · 3 months
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I wasn't sure I was really gonna do fanart... then I accidentally created an entire au
This was more of a test than anything, but I felt like it didn't turn out horrible. Man, it's been like a decade since I made any Sonic fanart.
The story is basically a Portal AU. Sonic wakes up as a test subject at Aperture. He finds clues that he may not be alone (I guess that makes Shadow the "Ratman"). And Sage plays GlaDOS' role. I definitely have a relatively solid plot rolling around in my head and I'm thinking real hard about making it into a comic. If not that, then a fic for sure. Or some combination of the two.
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catmonk · 9 months
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Bruised Waynes
Part One Part Two
Pairing- (GEN) Bruce Wayne and His Kids
Leaning on the counter of his sink, Bruce looked in the mirror and sighed. It seemed everyday that he looked older and older. Perhaps aging wasn't a horrible curse, but it had been long since he had heard that he looked like his late father. Shouting in front of his window interrupted his reverie.
CRACK! Shards of his window rained down as his daughter leapt into his arms.
“What is going on here-” He shielded Cass with his body as another figure leaped through the window. 
POOF! 
Glitter blasted into his face. 
He could feel Cassandra trembling with laughter behind him. Bruce opened his eyes slowly, what greeted him was a horrified Spoiler.
“Look it wasn’t me, it was all Tim’s idea-” Steph threw the glitter gun out of the window. 
Beneath the window someone yelled “SNITCH!”
“Stephanie. I suggest you run.” He said with an eerie calm.
She dived out of the window with the speed and grace that would make an olympic diving judge cry, but it wouldn't be enough to save her. Not even an alien invasion would postpone his revenge. Bruce grabbed the fire extinguisher, kissed his innocent daughter on the nose, and dove out of the window to his victims. 
Revenge would be served with a trail of glitter leading to his victims. 
Ping!
Update to the Medical File- 
The Spoiler: 🖕
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Bruce tapped his foot against the elevator floor. No one could ever claim that elevator music was good, especially the music that Barbra had picked out for her clock tower. It seemed that every time he visited, that one song would be playing- what was it called? Ah yes, the “Rick Roll’. He sighed as finally the elevator doors opened, allowing his escape from that awfully persistent song. The click of his loafers echoed against the floor as he strolled to the mass of computers in the room. 
“Good evening, Barbra- oh why hello there.” The new cat, Cat-Bruce, rubbed against his leg. 
“You should talk to Cass about adoption habits, you don't want her to be like you.”Barbra turned her wheelchair from her screen to face him. 
Bruce exhaled fondly, “For the record, it’s Alfred that she takes after.” He handed the redhead the tupperware he brought with him. “From the last family dinner.”
“I’ll make it to the next one.” She smiled, pushing up her glasses. “Oh, there’s an issue I needed your assistance on.” She turned to her computer, clicking through the various tabs.
Bruce’s brows creased. “What is it?” Concern flooded him, Barbra rarely asked for help.
“I was reviewing the medical file from my Batgirl days, and I couldn't recall what the injury on February first was. It’s not my memory that's fading mind you, I remember the day before that perfectly.”
He peered over her shoulder. 
Update to the Medical File- 
Batgirl: FUCK
Bruce sighed, pinching his nose.
“I don't want to hear it from you about using the medical file wrong Mr Hypocrite.”
He grumbled under his breath.
Barbra rolled her eyes. “I've compared it to the dates of case filed, and the only case on that day is locked by you. Care to tell me why?”
“That is none of your concern.” Nothing betrayed his thoughts but a small twitching under his eye.
“Ohh it must be bad, but Bruce, I’m willing to bet that the nipple suit would go viral on the internet should I release it to Vicki Vale. Weigh your cards carefully.
Bruce sighed, and typed into the password for the file. Barbra shoved him out of the way only to look at the screen in complete horror. 
“My god, Bruce… it's worse than the nipple suit.”
The two watched the security footage, one with disgusted fascination and the other with simply disgust. On the screen, Bruce from Earth-803 entered the cave, or more accurately, Ratman. The footage showed Batgirl decking the alternate Bruce, only to be shot in the back by the actual Bruce with a memory gun. Bruce then continued to throw his counterpart’s limp body through the portal and then laid Barbra on the medical bed. The footage cut out.
Barbra turned slowly to the cringing Bruce.
“God, that’s why we have that rat helmet in the archives, I thought you got into a fight with the city mascot.”
Bruce sighed deeply. He should have chosen the nipple suit.
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Bruce dragged his body to the chair, barely making it far into the batcave. He grunted as he pulled himself up and grabbed bandages off the table. Gritting his teeth he ripped the bandages with his teeth and wrapped them with his left hand. A sloppy job but it would have to do. He winced at every move he made, but he would heal, he needed to, Gotham needed him. He heaved his body to turn to the batcomputer, he needed to write the report.
Ping! 
Update to the Medical File- 
Batman: 1:12 AM. Bane
Crash!
“Me first!”
“Unhand me, Drake! Your cheeto dust is unsightly.”
“Outta the way, Demon Brat, I’m the one taking care of Pops.”
“Children, don't fi- OW CASS NO BITING!”
Bruce watched with a weary smile as his children clamored over the cave’s entrance, all fighting to take care of him. 
“Master Bruce, might I suggest that we bring you over the medical bay?” Alfred appeared behind Bruce, eyeing the wounds disapprovingly. “And perhaps setting an example for your children by using the medical file correctly yourself.”
Bruce just gave the man a warm smile. 
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