I think about Chelline (Chell x Caroline) so much

I think about Caroline fighting through scientists so she could be the first one to record Chell’s test results

I think about Caroline watching Chell go through the Testing Track and is utterly entranced by her

I think about Caroline try to make small talk with her once she’s done and congratulating her on being the best out of all the test subjects that’s come through and complimenting her tenacity and resilience.

I think about Caroline talking about Chell to Cave and he is just so tired (or jealous depending your views on Caveline)

I think about Caroline studying ASL so she could properly communicate with Chell

I just think about Caroline in the musical specifically being a flustered mess around her (they really just Korrasami’ed Rick’s ass lmao)

“But Goose it’s not timeline accurate”

Timeline accurate my ass. Portal itself isn’t even timeline accurate. (Chell being a kid at the BYDTWD Science Fair yet also being a recorded test subject in Lab Rat)

hm. cheroline au. for the soul.

Okay, here goes nothing! I'm working on a text project for Caroline Appreciation day, which is coming up next week. It's all written out, actually, but I'd really appreciate it if I could discuss it with someone, like a beta-reader, before publishing it. It's only around 13.4k words long, so it's bound to get shorter with editing.

Extra info: it contains one-sided ChellDOS/Chelline (depending on interpretation), is pretty headcanon-heavy (though I do my best to stick to canon and give it priority), and it's mostly introspective stuff. As someone whose texts are usually very dialogue-heavy, this approach is very new to me, so any and all earnest feedback would be very welcome! I can take criticism, so I'd like to think I'm easy to work with. As a final detail, I'm Europe-based, in the interest of time zone shenanigans.

If anybody is interested or has questions, please let me know!

the entire article on the 1st annual australian international jazz festival from wikipedia + american forenames

Aactoor Abie Abri Acquell Adarl Aded Adord Adoris Adva Agne Albeiterc Aled Alew Allber Ally Almael Alted Alviet Amarla Amelaur Amey Andsa Anger Anicil Annadane Annaduson Annya Antennel Antophea Apperia Apreah Arday Ardol Ared Arialen Aricel Armarrith Arriverna Arry Arse Artim Ashelvick Asted Aurd Aurthurie Banle Bark Barl Baron Bashelict Becca Beck Begandy Begh Beghart Begored Beirence Belicine Bell Bellin Bened Benn Beren Beret Berie Berne Berry Berth Bestianie Bett Bettest Beup Billa Bittay Bothel Bothyl Bottergin Braimiked Bram Bria Brie Brimele Brint Bruberta Bryl Calene Camuelild Carandany Card Carived Carlaida Carrive Cassath Cate Celindy Chandy Chathowel Cheavie Chelbetsy Chelline Chendy Chene Chere Cherevon Chergie Chew Cholis Chry Clan Clath Claur Clewilyn Cluceck Cludium Coddi Comina Cons Core Cort Daria Davia Davie Dawkired Debert Debony Deboures Delmaria Derra Derted Desadvang Diany Dine Dintorya Dium Dizz Doolane Dorice Dormart Dory Dwig Eaderne Eallina Eanna Eatio Edin Eild Elaus Ellyn Elma Elmen Elve Emadel Emaran Encey Estams Esty Etthelvie Eupedo Eupen Evon Felmandy Felyney Fereen Ferry Fess Fest Fing Firmary Floycey Forgio Fori Fraye Fren Fret Gabeul Gencling Genda Geonal Getsy Gine Glaulie Gorethey Grachri Greas Gred Gusie Gwee Hald Hanney Hannort Haprik Harist Heing Heitne Hellauddy Heria Herrie Hertlenny Hery Highley Hista Homie Host Huan Hught Incline Indy Inifteley Itertout Ithena Jace Jacey Jachaneva Jachellin Jacque Jandy Jaroya Jearaluce Jeffanny Jend Jestamy Jild Jimers Joandy Joanney Joellin Joelvie Jois Jonice Jonnie Jort Josed Josila Jossie Jossirma Juadleen Jual Juligh Kard Kartic Kated Kayl Keddy Keirend Kelbego Keliand Keliew Kellia Kene Kenn Kimille Kinde Kirma Kricia Krie Kurdon Kurtney Laran Larra Lasmikara Latralphy Lerth Lestany Lianna Liffora List Locamone Lophawkip Lophia Lorey Lort Loshougen Lostie Lown Lows Lucycey Ludina Ludy Lupcody Lydebt Lyne Lyneugh Mady Mana Mance Mandeah Mando Mands Mara Marcista Mard Mardal Mardell Marilla Marley Marmarrit Maronis Marry Mars Mart Martorest Marylen Matolene Matrober Maula Megaye Melausiew Mely Meria Micky Miel Miella Mighawn Mikelly Mina Mith Monne Mons Moral Moryl Motas Motted Nalyn Nicholy Niel Ninee Noral Noris Ocan Oleang Olyn Opathris Ored Oree Ortiola Pamustio Pappy Patanted Pater Path Patiffane Patrive Pauge Paulin Pedereeth Peraneve Perth Plavia Pord Pral Pred Prephie Quely Ramie Rams Rane Rausie Rectony Reduan Reentoor Reggin Reld Rence Resicia Resling Rive Robel Rogramena Rolins Roly Rona Roniguel Rony Roscia Rotast Roydne Rube Rudrie Sanah Saro Sary Schany Scin Sephill Shapeddy Shard Sheria Shiped Shough Sice Sony Stace Stas Ster Sting Stricia Susiel Susiona Tandrene Tasmillah Tencia Teriannie Teveang Tharta Therfor Therie Thuance Tichel Tick Ticks Tielsam Tine Tomi Tonis Toria Tormard Trace Trah Trie Trist Twen Vannice Velearry Vetcholy Viamert Vicestive Vine Ving Vingert Warber Wars Wartie Wayle Wene Wernick Whealey Wherna Willought Wing Worry Wrom Yeadlen Yearier Yvon

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i was always fond of you <3

chelley version!

Thinking of chelldos and chelline being more like

“If she’s happy then I’m willing to suffer her departure, I will be yearning for her, I love her so much that i will gladly accept this pain so she can live happy”

Like when chell fell in love with Caroline she let her go, thinking it was for the best

But when Gladis falls in love with chell she does the same,

Happy holidays and happy @portal-secret-santa week, @horribletestsubject !!

You said you like ChellDOS and Chelline, and ChellDOS has been my jam since I entered the fandom years ago, so this is for you! I hope you like it! <33

Completed Dec 24, 2021

Fic I just wrote based on These Two art pieces that I’ve drawn and THIS POST by @body-utensil-travels-terrain

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You’ve spent your life being told you couldn’t. Now there’s a voice telling you that you can.

You remember it distinctly. You were fourteen at the time, just really starting to figure out what you wanted to do with your life (it certainly isn’t what society expected from you— but then, society doesn’t expect someone like you anyway, does it?) when you first heard her voice over the radio in your living room. The words she said resonated with you, the promise and ambition that she spoke with. It was almost like she was talking directly to you.

You do your research. You study hard. You tinker away at things in your garage, supplementing your studies in your own way. And five years later, after you’ve graduated, you put in your application.

A letter arrives a few weeks later, emblazoned with the circular symbol you’ve kept in your mind’s eye all this time, and bold lettering on the front— Aperture Science Innovators. It’s addressed to you. You open it, and your fingers tighten around the smooth paper— “congratulations” it says. You’ve been accepted. At the bottom is Her signature. You trace over it with your fingers. Delicately, as gently as you’d handle an irreplaceable machine part.

Two weeks later your bags are packed and you’re boarding a flight to Detroit. The attendant greets you. You hold up your boarding pass and get on. You land a few hours later. Getting a cab would be too complicated— people don’t like to take the time to read, and most can’t speak the way you do. So you walk to the train station, it’s not too far. Just an hour or two. You’ve walked further before.

Flat fields flow by endlessly as the train rattles down its tracks. You lean your head against the window, watching the hues of gold rush by, blurring on into infinity.

The sun is gone when you pull up outside a strange little town, surrounded by chain link fence. You fish through your bag for the packet you’d been sent— and pull out the temporary ID you’d been given. You show it to the gate guard. He lets you in. A man is waiting to show you your dormitory. You shake your head at his offer of a tour— you’ll explore the place yourself tomorrow. There are a few days before you’re actually needed for orientation.

The room is small and plain. A bed, desk, and dresser, and a small closet. That’s alright. You don’t need much. You hang up your few articles of clothing and tuck your shoes next to the door. The bed isn’t soft, but it isn’t hard. You fall asleep quickly, exhausted from your travels.

The next few days are spent wandering. Visiting the little shops, the stations. Peering into labs where you can. Climbing over fences (they could never keep you out) before quickly retreating as a security guard passed. You don’t want to get in trouble before your internship even begins. You wonder if you’ll see her. But you only hear her voice in announcements as you trigger motion sensors throughout the complex.

When work actually starts, it’s tedious. Getting coffee. Taking documents to the shredder and the incinerator. You don’t usually see the labs. Or, well, much of anything. It’s just a lot of running here and there, back and forth at your superiors’ beck and call. It’s tiring. But you do it— after all, you want to be here, you want to do this— and you never give up.

It’s a few months before you see her— before your internship takes you to the main complex. Now you’re checking inventory, sorting mail, sorting records (and chucking the casualty lists into the incinerator as instructed). Occasionally they’ll call you in to fix the coffee maker or the refrigerator.

You hear her voice once, muffled— she’s talking to someone, to a group it seems, just outside the room you’re in. You look over your shoulder and catch a glimpse. Rosy cheeks and bright-red lips, wavy dark hair flowing around her shoulder, a smile on her face (manufactured, you can tell with just this glance that she’s concealing so very much), a bright red scarf tied around her neck.

Your eyes lock for just a second, and the corner of her mouth creases, dimpling her cheeks. Your heart races— that, that was a hint of a true smile. Warmth flushes your own cheeks and you tear your gaze away. Suddenly shy— much shyer than you’ve ever been before.

It doesn’t make sense to you. Not yet. Not until you start seeing her more. Not until her smiles become more frequent and pointed. Not until her gaze lingers on you a little longer than before each time. The fluttery feeling doesn’t go away— and you’re determined more than ever to reach her.

Of course, it happens sooner and easier than you think. She starts requesting you specifically to bring her her coffee. You take a red pen and draw a little smiley face next to her name before giving it to her. When you come up to her office, there’s a sticky note left on the monitor, in that oh-so-hard to read yet absolutely beautiful cursive of hers. At the end of it is a smiley face, so much more elegant and less childish than yours. You keep the note. On her next cup, you add a heart to the dot of the ‘i’ in her name. You start responding to her notes with little notes of your own, your rounded, sometimes scratchy handwriting a stark contrast.

The notes are never there when you get back. You like to think she kept them. You’re pretty sure she did.

A year after you arrive, your internship is over, and you’re up for a promotion— junior mechanic. Probably still more of the same, but you’ll be getting a salary now (not that you really have any use for it since Aperture provides your housing) and you’ll have a permanent place. But you’ll see her less. You’ll miss that, of course— but you’re finally moving beyond your station, moving up in the company.

The day before your internship ends, you get another note. “Wanna get coffee together tomorrow?” Your heart leaps. You scribble out your answer just beneath her writing.

You’re sitting across from her at the cafe table. The cafe serves the same stuff as the cafeteria, but it’s decorated more quaintly, and always costs more for some reason. Maybe because there’s sunlight coming through the windows.

“So, headed up the ladder,” she begins after the two of you sip your drinks (well, she sips her drink, you’re too caught up in the crimson of her lips). “I guess I won’t be seeing as much of you now.”

There’s something behind her cheery voice, a sadness that you’ve caught glimpses of before, a wistfulness deeper than her words. You look up, catching her gaze for a moment and nod in response.

“Well, this is nice. Maybe we should do this more often. Once a week, at least? Or you could come over to my place. We could spend time together. As friends, or something.” With that, she gives you a wink. Your cheeks flush bright red.

You catch the implication right away. Your hero, your inspiration— and now here you are sitting across from her at a cafe while she all but outright asks you out.

You thought you’d be excited for things to grow beyond the notes and the gestures. But you feel different than that. After the initial jolt, the initial flutter, you look back over at her and you see the chasm yawning out between the two of you. The mountain she’s perched on, the valley you’re standing in. Your scratchy print against her elegant cursive, your short, bitten nails against her sharp manicure, your messy ponytail against her shiny waves. You look down at your simple intern’s badge, then over at her emblazoned one. She doesn’t even have a title listed— everyone knows who she is.

You’re miles apart, even if you might have seemed to be closer.

You stand up, your throat knotting up as you shake your head. You can’t look at her now, but you can practically feel the disappointment in her face as she murmurs “oh.” You want to explain but you can’t, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. The last thing you want is to turn Her, your idol, the one who makes your heart flutter, the reason you came here in the first place, down.

But you can’t do this now. Not yet. Not until you’ve reached the top of the mountain. Not until you’re close enough for her to reach out her hand and pull you the rest of the way up.

“Let me know if you change your mind,” she says.

You pause, halfway to the door. You turn back just enough so that you can glimpse her, and give a tiny nod.

After that you throw yourself into your work. Up to senior mechanic, then technician, then engineer— you’re working on Aperture’s new technology now, its most important projects. But you’re still not close enough. Into the test chambers you go at the CEO’s behest, defying death and physics at breakneck speeds, trusting in the tech you’ve helped create to ensure your survival.

Sometimes you look up and see her watching from the observation room, the tell-tale flash of red. You don’t look too long.

The CEO falls ill. He leaves a disturbing message. You try not to think too much of it— you’re almost there.

Your superior fails a test. You’re not surprised. Not hurt, not sad. It just happens and now you’re in the upper echelon. Now you’re at the top— now, you can reach out to her again. Tell her you’ve changed your mind. You can be equals now.

You go to her office. She isn’t there to answer the door. “Don’t you remember Mr. Johnson’s last request?” They say to you. You tried to block it out, but you remember.

You use your pass on a high security door. It opens. Your name is emblazoned too now. Just like hers was.

Before you is a massive operating system. On the screen reads a message: “transfer complete. transfer successful. writing data : do not disconnect subject.”

She’s lying inside a tube-like compartment. A transparent coffin. Wires hooked up to her. Eyes closed. Lips still ruby red.

You reach out and touch the glass. There’s no response. There won’t be a response.

This technology is untested. This is the first human-AI interfacing project Aperture has conducted. There’s only a fifty percent chance it will work, and even if it does, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s gone. You’ll never clasp her small hands inside your own calloused ones, tuck your head against her shoulder, press your lips against hers.

You’ve finally reached the top of the mountain. Finally reached her. But it was too late. When you crested the summit, she was already gone, and there was only a spatter of crimson left behind to show that she was ever there at all.

I have no idea what this is or why I wrote it but have Cave Johnson making mistakes.

Have a sketch dump \(ovo)/

hiiiii

Does it still count as multi-shipping if the only other person I ship Chell with is Caroline?  It’d probably have to be in an altered timeline since I don’t know if it lines up properly in canon, but I’m totally down for this ship and I have some headcanons.

Sister goals

american forenames BUT "a" => "an"

Anbran Andanien Aninan Anllanmuel Anlte Anlvic Anmanttan Annchely Anngenee Annielin Anniferan Annimbette Annisterik Anony Anran Anris Anrlan Anrlanne Anrly Anrlyn Anrsher Anryl Anthanld Antrucy Antty Anudic Anuel Banrban Becelmandy Belian Benely Bermannie Berne Berry Berryan Betsyley Bettephan Betthan Bevis Blandann Blanllen Bobean Boben Bobert Bobetty Bobilyn Brant Bristie Brochelly Bronie Bruciandan Brysterin Canck Candy Canfanrce Cannand Cannce Cannck Canndand Canngne Cannice Cannyn Canrd Canrithan Canrnan Canshan Ceslin Chann Chanrcur Chanrithyl Chanry Chanulan Cheann Chell Chelline Chertie Chrican Chrik Christer Clann Clanr Cliann Clinto Cobbyntran Cottant Couis Critan Cryle Cusie Danchesty Dandour Dandris Danld Danldanrt Danrvey Dellie Deneen Derriel Derry Desanurtan Desustanrt Dianl Donan Eance Eannklie Eanye Edebob Edgerry Edorgie Elancy Elanthene Elianrd Elick Elinez Eloriann Emicillex Emmillie Erban Ercussid Eriquelen Erristy Erryl Esleenevan Estindred Euney Fandanne Fellyn Felvician Flody Floinellyn Flolanwn Flolorry Flord Franie Franmue Franne Freenett Frenc Frendanri Frenn Ganmottert Ganngerry Gannie Gannt Ganrogen Gellanne Genan Gerann Ginevelene Gleene Glewil Glexie Goroshany Granris Gredne Gremannan Guannan Gwenn Gwesanrd Hanicedran Hanwredean Heany Heidie Helivanyl Heonn Heranrd Herce Hergen Hianthy Holan Holanndan Holiel Howan Howanley Iannce Irian Irmanne Irmanny Irmellyn Isemane Istine Iston Janbeul Janbritan Janice Janllan Janllydin Janltom Jannanc Janndebony Jannetty Janngine Janranrl Janrie Janulan Jeanlyne Jeannce Jeanrtance Jeffore Jence Jesliany Jesteve Jilee Jimes Jimolanne Joane Joanie Joanndrene Joans Jodysty Joellan Johnn Johnnan Jonanndon Jorancque Josan Josanie Joscis Joyden Joydith Juanne Judebob Judrancey Julannd Julenthon Julilanm Julis Kanie Kanlentty Kannce Kannely Kanny Kanrd Kanrdo Kanrly Keily Kelie Krian Kricann Krick Kricky Krindlence Kryann Lance Lancy Lanndie Lanne Lannger Lanudy Leiline Lendan Lerregh Letteri Lexiellis Liney Lliste Lolannce Londan Loren Lormannk Loron Lotherine Lourannee Lourtle Luciann Luciannck Lulanrd Manbillip Manbleig Mance Manceck Mandann Manfan Mangne Manlbeline Manle Manlteli Manlucynee Manne Mannettin Manngne Mannon Mannonanm Mannye Manrd Manrranson Manrrie Manryle Manshanie Manth Manuranrne Manurian Manwn Manyllyn Manyney Meght Megoremmy Melency Melictonni Mellianth Mellodnan Melson Mendy Mernitne Merres Mican Micannie Micheid Micherl Micky Micold Might Millanne Millisse Milyn Minel Miren Mirgan Moloran Monytom Muredi Nancelie Nanleen Nanry Nantt Ninie Niran Norrey Osidian Pannican Panrd Panrisan Panrret Panrth Peancian Pendorid Perylen Pethan Phean Phene Phian Phillin Ranld Ranliann Ranlie Ranndian Ranndon Rannicky Ranrdonan Ranrian Ranry Ranyn Redor Retternie Riquelie Robbince Robbineth Robelie Rober Rochert Rolellie Roliolyne Rollican Rolline Romiken Rommy Ronanrle Rondo Roseres Rosherry Rosielie Rottie Roxan Rubeni Sanblan Sandy Sannany Sannicany Sanristine Sanrk Sanrossan Sante Scianles Shanliany Shanmanryl Shann Shanressie Shanynnick Shelan Shelmans Shericed Sherred Sherrick Shille Shirey Shleord Sirie Sonann Sonim Sonndy Stinanlick Stine Suely Tanlle Tanne Tanrettise Telie Tephelle Tephilben Thillyn Tichry Tinaniold Tindougeon Tomeroscob Tonnto Tonyntsy Toren Toydebbie Trithiri Vannitann Velan Venjanquel Verrany Vinan Vindanis Viresse Viseph Vivancky Wandse Wangeody Wanld Wanncede Wenilton Wessanran Wigue Wilenrgand Willann Willeo Willip Winianvin Wisant Wistann Yvonis Zanrlanrd

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