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antiquechatterbox · 3 months
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long post full o wips
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what-stasis · 1 month
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the virus
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ratfromh · 8 months
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flashback moment
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tube-tarling · 1 year
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Sometimes it's fun to redraw things for the sake of I want to
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hlvraiyaoi · 1 month
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Lineup of my HLVRAI Designs!!! Individual images below the cut :)
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Gordon
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Benrey
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Tommy
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Dr. Coomer
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Dr. Bubby
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freehounyaoi · 3 months
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shit from a whiteboard with a silly guy
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bigfrogdraws · 1 year
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ppl who celebrate fictional series birthdays are annoying pass it on
FUCK this post and happy birthday hlvrai
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princess-of-anons · 2 months
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So fun fact I am infamously terrible with drawing people, always get the proportions weird and all, but I figured I gotta draw these people some if I wanna survive and get some of my more specific art ideas for the Metamorphosis AU and Another Swap AU on paper.
Anyways, this was just me trying to warm up my ability to draw the Boomers before I ended up drawing at least one of each of the characters. I’m still trying to properly figure out drawing people, let alone old men but I think I did a pretty alright job with making Gman look both old and otherworldly. I did also draw Benrey and Gordon worms because they’re fun
Also I drew my interpretation for each scientist (and GMan’s) tie. Bubby’s is singed from his pyrokinesis, Tommy’s is meant to sorta reflect the default scientist ties is a fun way, Darnold’s has a bubbly design (like soda), Coomer’s I just made because it seemed fun, and GMan’s is…plain, intentionally meant to make his personality difficult to decipher.
Individual versions of the bottom three pics underneath
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ohnotagainnikole · 1 year
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For me, this is accurate visualisation of whats happening there
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antiquechatterbox · 16 days
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various things in various qualities variiuss veey bevyye ushs vgeyn
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Hlvrai kids au
Basic premise the crew go on a field trip to Black Mesa they stumble upon a secret experiment b-u557 and end up releasing him and Black Mesa security desperately tries to stop him
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Eatch kids character description below 👇
Tommy- is the oldest and is in 4th grade and is in a gifted class with darnold he has a huge collection of soda cans and stuffed animals his favorite thing to do is line them up in different patterns. Hes mainly happy and cheerful. him and benrey live together as brothers though there not biologically related he's not quite sure we're ben came from. Gman takes Tommy to black mesa a lot to show him different science experiments going on. Wants a dog so bad his toy dog is doing the job for now.
Gordon- he's in 3erd and is mainly a loner who doesn't fit in a chronic over-thinker he mainly likes to play videogames or read (mainly magazines about video games) he is a smart kid and maybe next year he'll be in the advanced science class. Anxious but loyal and can get easily annoyed. Him and benrey are frenemies both bonding over videogames and other nerdy things but benery is a bit to annoying to be a true friend (benery constantly taunts him by calling him feet man because when he was in kindergarten he stepped in peanut butter and ate it Gordon regrets telling him this) he carries a Gameboy wherever he goes.
Darnold- is one of the smartest kids in the 3erd grade but unfortunately the shortest which leads to constant taunts from forzen though not in the same grade him and Tommy are in the same gifted class and are very good friends. They enjoy making positions out of soda and doing all sorts of strange experiments.more shy and less confident than Tommy he still has a similar joyful attitude. Reads fantasy books and constantly has a new one every week.
Benery- in 3erd lives with Tommy and has no memory of how he got there but meh who cares loves to skate board and do tricks though no one knows how he holds onto it at all times seemingly appears and disappears at will. He wandered a lot and seems to forget things you just told him. You can't tell when he's joking or being serious. His helmet never comes off. Chill jokester who doesn't take a lot of things seriously and likes to hang around Gordon and annoy him. He is not allowed near black mesa.
Forzen- moved from France when he was around 3-4 his dad's in the military and he's a bit spoiled has had to move a lot because of his dad but he's been in the same neighborhood as the gang sense the end of 2ed grade. He's not truly one of the bullies of the school but is annoying to Gordon darnold and Tommy he quickly became friends with benery when he moved and benery taut him how to scare board. He was supposed to graduate to 4th last year but was held back and is still in 3erd.
B-u557- a top secret black mesa experiment to be the ultimate life form he was still brewing when the kids broke him out of his tube so he might have some defects mostly annoyed all the time but he is thrilled to be out of his tube and even more thrilled to finally be able to hear a scientist who has been visiting him.
Dr.coomer- a good friend of Tommy's dad but usually not taken very seriously by his coworkers. He is a little unusual and loud but is a very kind soul other scientists complaine that he talks to much. he works in many departments around black mesa but is most offensive seen in the robotics department is the founder of the black mesa boxing ring and has not lost his wife in the divorce yet. He likes to visit the secret experiment B-u557 to see how he's doing he does his rants to the experiment even though he knows he can't hear him. But b-u557 doesn't ever seem to be annoyed so he keeps visiting. Even if everyone else in black mesa tells him to stop.
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Credit: blinkees
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ratfromh · 6 months
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she half life on my vr till i but the ai self is aware?
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grapemoon · 1 year
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They’re a bit sillay
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freehounyaoi · 3 months
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like how do you find.. roleplay partners in. the year 2024.. i wanna. hlvrai roleplay so bad.. i need. gay pride 2024
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tube-tarling · 2 years
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Holy fuck science
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archiveofmiksown · 5 months
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CHAPTER 3. YOU'RE RIPPING OPEN OLD WOUNDS!!!
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              Smoke rises from the end of the pistol. It forms a shaky line as it rises to the ceiling, its shape only growing more erratic thanks to the quivering of Bubby's hands. Behind him, Gordon hisses.
              "Come on man, just fucking shoot it!" 'It' referring to the headcrab squirming on the floor in front of them. Bubby curses as he adjusts his aim.
              "I'm trying, Gordon! The hits just aren't hitting! " he cries. He fires a shot. Then another. It only serves to deepen the cracks in the once-white tiles. The headcrab squirms at the noise.
              "Try harder, then! Jesus fucking christ, man, why don't you just give that to me?"
              Gordon attempts to take the gun away using his one hand. Bubby responds by pushing him aside with his shoulder. He speaks firmly.
              "No, no, no, leave it to me. I am the best, I can do thi—OHMYFUCKINGGOD" The creature leaps at Bubby before he can finish. He screams. Eyes screw tight, and nervous fingers instinctively pull the trigger. A shot is fired, followed by a tremulant scream. Bubby cracks open an eye and sees the headcrab writhe on the floor, a trail of slime drawn across its body.
              He turns to Gordon and huffs, triumphant. Nevermind the way his legs seem to want to give out. "Whew! Haha! See? You should learn to trust in your friend Bubby."
              Gordon only sighs. "Man, don't get too comfy. We're not friends. And I definitely don't trust you yet."
              Their foe vanquished, the two continue to trudge forward, navigating the dim and dark labyrinth of Black Mesa with nothing but the flashlight in Gordon's hand and the pistol in Bubby's. The journey is nothing short of arduous. It's nothing but dim and dreary hallways connected by creaky doors, where the minutes that pass into hours are countless and uncountable. Neither have seen light beyond the flickering fluorescents of the lab, or Gordon's dying-but-not-yet-dead flashlight, nor have any of them seen anything alive aside from themselves and the aliens Bubby tries to shoot. They exchange no words outside of the ones they toss at each other during combat. Both seem to have silently decided that anything more was too awkward to do so. The tension between them is impalpable. As dense as the humid air. 
              Bubby ruminates on this— he's good at thinking, you see, for that's what he was made to do— and he concludes that this is all too strange for him to enjoy. The dream, the whole being stuck thing; it unnerves him in a way he can't really describe. He thinks he should speak to Gordon about it. Surely it would benefit them to hear something other than the bang of a gunshot or the pitter-patter of heavy footsteps. But he can't bring himself to do it. And neither can Gordon.
              Another creature lunges at them from the darkness. They both scream. Gordon quickly points his flashlight towards it, and Bubby fumbles for his gun and shoots wildly. They seem to have fallen into this semi-rhythm of Gordon guiding and Bubby blasting, though it isn't often successful. Music is music, though. The gun rings once, twice, then a handful more times. Finally, a dull thud punctuates the end of his magazine. The alien-creature-he-doesn't-know-what squeals as it is reduced to a squirming slimy mass on the floor. Bubby breathes. 
              "Nice shot. You're reeeeeal efficient with our ammo." Gordon says, looking down at the remnants of bullets scattered on the floor. Bubby growls as he reloads his gun. "Shut up, Gordon. I'm doing my best, here."
              Gordon scoffs, "Just saying it like it is, man."
              "Oh, you—! One more quip from your perky ass and I'll show you an efficient use of our ammo."
              "I… did you just fucking call my ass perky? "
              Bubby stops. How it took him until now to realize what words were coming out of his mouth is beyond him. He thinks he meant to say something, and perky just… happened. At an inopportune moment, too. There's no saving himself from this. But he figures it's best to own it rather than clarify. The last thing he wants is to begin explaining his honest thoughts on Gordon's ass (he has a few) and whether or not it was perky (it wasn't.)
              He sticks his tongue out, and whines in a voice meant to mimic Dr. Freeman's. "Just saying it like how it is, Gordon!"
              The self-proclaimed MIT graduate stops speaking. Perhaps stunned to silence by the power of the exchange. Their words, thus, end there, and they thankfully continue their journey once more. Silence, whenever it is agreed upon, seems to quickly dissolve into movement. Their rainstorm footsteps fill in for bickering noise, though does nothing to alleviate the tension. Bubby finds he can only sigh as he returns to thought. It's strange. He didn't think he cared about what Gordon thought of him. He quite honestly didn't think he'd care about what anyone thought of him, outside of the scientists that had spearheaded his creation. Then again, he didn't think he was capable of dreaming either. But he does care and he does dream and he loathes it all. He loathes the way Gordon scowls whenever he speaks, loathes how even the smallest of their exchanges turn into uphill battles. He loathes it how he wishes things could be better. That he could be more than a walking gun. But he knows what he's done and he knows how Gordon feels about it. And he knows how he feels about how Gordon feels. This threadbare amiability, tattered with the holes of their respective tempers, seemed the best they can do for now.
              They have to settle for the barest of tolerances. To live with the rift that stood between them. But it's strange— Bubby loathes that, too.
              They reach the end of the hall. Bubby pushes the door. It, like so many others, creaks open, leading to a dark stairway. The shadows are heavy, reminiscent of the jetblack emptiness of slumber. Bubby steps to the side. "Well. After you, Gordon."
              Gordon obliges. He doesn't look back. Bubby looks onto his disappearing form, eyes trailing the flickering light of his torch. Then, sighing, he follows.
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