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crookedjackdaw · 4 months

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hlvrai digital circus au

Happy boxing day here are some boxing day treats

#Hlvrai #tommy coolatta #benrey #bubby #dr coomer #Gordan feetman #Gordan freeman #Gman #Mr coolatta #Digital circus #Digital circus au #Tag your self im wheatlet #Oh yeah #Wheatley

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catlokis-blog · 1 year

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mister. freeman ... it , appears you have been scaring away... all your hoes. i would, suggest - if i may - you get that in order, before .. something bad happens.

#cats thoughts #this is hard to read in dark mode Srry #had to convey i was gmanning as i do with all my funnyposts #hlvrai #half life vr ai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #g man #g-man #gman #gman coolatta #mr coolatta

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voomity · 1 month

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#hlvrai #half live vr but the ai is self aware #hlvrai gman #mr coolatta

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actually-an-onion · 2 years

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hlvrai art dump from the past couple months B]

#hlvrai #hlvrai fanart #benrey #benry #gordon hlvrai #tommy coolatta #benrey hlvrai #gordon feetman #tommy hlvrai #dr coomer #gman #mr coolatta #hlvrai gordon #half life but the ai is self aware #fanart

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spiderh0rse · 4 months

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yep

#oh boy tagging time #Dr Bubby #Dr Coomer #Tommy Coolatta #Benrey #Gordon Feetman #Forzen #Mr Coolatta #Darnold #Darnold Pepper??#Hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #Art tag #As often these are up on my sticker shop

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caffeinehevsuit · 8 months

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Silly HLVRAI/Mr. Coolatta AU

Based on the cancelled HL game, Hostile Takeover.

With of course some changes cause it's Mr. Coolatta n there's Tommy then later on Sunkist into this.

Mr. Coolatta is young here !! and he looks more humane so that it's potential hires of this testing sort of thing doesn't think of anything :))

Tommy however, isn't supposed to be there. An interdimensional being of a child before there ( Mr. Coolatta does not know Tommy during this, first meeting. ) It is rather dangerous for a child to even be there in general ( it doesn't know Tommy is not human !! or during this atleast. ) so Mr. Coolatta decided to take them, however he doesn't know what to do with her and it can't really leave to put Tommy in a safer place.

So basically babysitting duty of a child he doesn't know.

#hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #hlvrai au #mr coolatta #hlvrai gman #hlvrai au gman #tommy coolatta #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai au tommy #hostile takeover au #hlvrai hostile takeover au #hlvrai ht au #ht au #tommy in this au + applies to everything else now uses he/they/she !!#same for mr. coolatta but it's he/it instead

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blacktobackmesa · 2 years

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How is Mr. Coolatta adjusting to being an individual? How does he feel about the others? How does he feel about himself?

...it's rough. When he started existing, the only things locked in his brain were 1. his motivations and responsibilities as the G-Man character and 2. He was Tommy Coolatta's father. He didn't really have anything for himself outside of being a plot important character and caring about his offspring, and he didn't have the opportunity to develop that until everything was over.

Now he's got all the time in the world, and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He still has a job that keeps him busy, helping with keeping the new program maintained, but he can't just sink into his work and shut out his bigger problems. He may seem to be an intimidating presence, but digging beneath that, he's got some imposter syndrome relating to being a real person (in the sense that the other AI are). So he's a bit jealous.

As for his relationship with the others? Well, he's shy, but some of them have made an effort to bond with him.

Doctor Coomer, for instance, recognizes his struggle with individuality and wants to help him discover himself. Upon discovering that Mr. Coolatta didn't have a strong preference on what he was called and had no real first name, Coomer took it upon himself to let him try all sorts of names. And by that, I mean he will call the man a different g-name every time they meet. G-Man has concluded that it's either a thoughtful method of experimentation or an inside joke between Coomer and himself, and he's never been in on a joke before. It's... nice.

Bubby fiercely encourages him to express his individuality, having known himself what it's like to break out of an assigned role. (Well, I'm not saying that the others haven't all gone through that, either-- frankly I don't know if any of these folks are cis. But I'm talking about the perfect test tube scientist thing here.) But yes, he encourages the G-Man to find stuff he likes, starting with choosing his own outfits. He will tell him when it looks bad, but will also say that looking bad is a choice and a matter of opinion.

Benrey still makes him a little uncomfortable, but frankly, their interactions are good for him. Benrey was the first person to really confront him in the game and challenge the script he'd laid out for himself by asking him unexpected questions. Plus, Benrey makes Tommy happy. Having Benrey around is enrichment in his zoo enclosure y'know

Darnold seems to think G-Man is cool, and he doesn't know how to deal with this. He and Darnold both work as admins for the program, though Darnold works from his computer while G-Man can physically manipulate the fabric of things. Naturally, Darnold finds this a valuable asset as well as just darn fascinating. He asks the man a lot of questions that he doesn't always know how to answer, but hey, realizing what one does and doesn't know is a form of learning about yourself.

Tommy helps his pop by connecting with him. Even if it's one of the things that came pre-installed for him, being a family man is something Mr. Coolatta likes about himself a lot. There's no reason for him to be resentful of it. So he'll listen to Tommy talk about things he likes, they'll do things together. G-Man's not sure if he even needs to eat, but he and Tommy do breakfast for dinner together once a week, and he finds himself enjoying cooking. Granted, he mostly sticks to the same few recipes that he knows he can do well, but it's a nice start.

As for him and Gordon? Well, Gordon has slowly been coming to realize that Mr. Coolatta isn't an all-powerful all-knowing being, and is just a person with great abilities who wants to take care of the people he loves and know where he is in the world. They have more in common than just G-names. As it is they're sometimes kind of like this Val and Isaac comic

#gordon streamman #long post #gman coolatta #mr coolatta #thank you for this question i've been DYING to elaborate on this #writing his character I had to go through gordon's thought process #i had to go 'oh wait. he doesn't know shit. he's just trying his best.'

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theseriesintoreality · 1 year

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"So... How is my... Alternate self doing?"

#Hlvrai #Hlvrai au #Hlvrai gman #Hlvrai mr coolatta #Mr coolatta #gman coolatta #The series into reality au #Tsir au #Tsir au ask

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purplecatghostposts · 5 months

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I love messing around with HLVRAI Tommy’s name because like. You could make his full name Thomas Coolatta. His name could just be Tommy. It could be Tomathy. You could even make it some shit like Tomfoolery (my personal favorite) and all of these can be equally correct. They just make sense. His last name is ‘Coolatta’ for fuck’s sake, you can get away with anything.

#hlvrai #Also Tommy chose his last name like canonically #and many people refer to G-Man as Mr. Coolatta #so G-Man changed his last name to match his new son #which is very funny to me #Also Gordon’s reaction to half of these is very funny to me #Gordon: Your full name is… ‘Tomfoolery Coolatta’??#Tommy: Yeah :)

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intranetprincess · 4 months

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gman, evilly: today i will make the perfect son

>makes most autistic transgender person known to man

#tommy coolatta origins #dude #gman #tommy coolatta #gman coolatta #hlvrai #this is so funny to me. imagine making a son and you just make the biggest girlboy ever #mr Freeman ive just invented transgenders✅#sigh…#gWOMAN #tommy knows how to divide by 0 but not their gender #we UP

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crookedjackdaw · 4 months

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Hi homosexual community

Opening Christmas eve with a hlvrai ponyo au ... Why idk I just wanted to draw birds

#Hlvrai #Gman #Mr coolatta #tommy coolatta #baby Tommy coolatta #Hlvrai ponyo au #Ponyo #The birds he's riding on are not jackdaws sorry :( idk what type if crow they are #Snuck my crooked beak in tho

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catlokis-blog · 1 year

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don't mind bubby he's just angry because he wanted to dress as chandler

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average-vibe · 2 months

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I’m Mr Loverman (and i miss my lover, man.)

Pair: Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

Summary: A song fic based off of ‘Mr Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery

Genre: Angst

TW: Alcohol, stalkerish behavior, language.

AN: Hi! I realized this song would make a good fic, so here we are! I did 0 research prior to writing this, so if i misinterpret anything, please lmk and i will fix it!

I’m headed straight for the floor,

the alcohol served it’s tour.

Wilbur sat, mindlessly staring into the floor, tears rolling down his face. A week, it had been, since you had decided you’d had enough of being left on read, being ignored, and being replaced by alcohol and music. He hated himself for it. He glanced over to the empty wine and Vodka bottles that were sitting on the opposite side of the room. He shut his eyes, just wanting to go back to sleep, and dream. He knew that you were there, in his dreams, comforting him and hugging him. Making him feel alive again.

And it’s heading straight for my skin,

Leaving me daft, and dim.

Ever since he was little, Wilbur had found himself scratching his skin often, as a nervous habit. Not because he was itchy, but simply because it got rid of his nerves. Now, as a older, more mature adult, he scratches his skin, more as a coping mechanism. That, along with the alcohol, left his eyes bloodshot and his body swollen.

I’ve got this shake in my legs,

Shaking the thoughts from my head.

Wilbur sat on a barstool at the old pub he usually went to, some friend inviting him. It’s not like he wanted to be there, but hey, at least he had a distraction from his vibrating leg, always bouncing up and down, courtesy of his growing depression and anxiety. When he was home alone, all he could think about was that moment where you yelled, shouted at him, told him to get out and go.

But who put these waves in the door?

I crack and out, I pour.

The alcohol had gotten to him after a few weeks, making him hallucinogenic, seeing things that he shouldn’t have seen. Zigzags, lines, everything was blurry. He couldn’t see straight. He saw you, smiling as you did. When he woke up from the lucid dreams and nightmares, he would cry, scream at himself for not being there for you more, all while nursing a hangover.

I’m Mr Loverman,

And I miss my lover, man.

I’m Mr Loverman,

Oh, and I miss my lover.

He would go to clubs, pubs, anywhere that had a seat, people, and a drink. He would eventually gain the confidence to vent to his family, friends, anyone who would listen. How he longed for you, he’d do anything for you. He was in love with someone who didn’t even know he ever did love them.

The ways in which you talk to me,

Have me wishin I were gone.

One day, he found you, at some party, dressed in your favorite dress, your hair curled and styled, heels clicking across the floor. When he first saw you, he wanted to hide, run, wherever he could go, he wanted to be. But unfortunately, you saw him, waving him over with a smile. Hey! Wilbur!, you’d call, with a toothy smile that sent his heart leaping. Although you didn’t mean for it to hurt him, he spent that night crying, thinking about how perfect, how beautiful you were, and how he left you.

The ways in which you say my name,

Have me running on and on.

You two had exchanged numbers that night, promising to remain friends, no matter how bad it hurt Wilbur. You’d text him, Hi! He’d respond, almost heartbrokenly, Hey. You’d meet up for coffee to talk about life, how everything was going. Everytime you’d say his name, his heart would skip 3 beats. All of a sudden, the feeling he got when everything started came right back to him, hitting him hard.

Oh, I’m cramping up,

I’m cramping, up.

His heart, it’s physically hurt. Not because he was in pain, but because you hit him so hard, so unexpectedly. Your smile, your eyes. Everything about you made him hurt more and more. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was against what he wanted to do, but he couldn’t help himself.

But you’re cracking up,

You’re cracking, up.

He didn’t realize it, but he started to flinch whenever you would laugh at one of his mates jokes, a twinge of jealousy running through his system. He cursed himself for it. Why were you laughing, while he was right there, eyebrows furrowed in emotional pain. He wanted to yell, to shout, to scream at you for not noticing how angry he was. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the depression he was fighting, maybe it was just how he felt. Whatever it was, it made him relentlessly angry.

I’m Mr Loverman.

And I miss my lover, man.

He didn’t so much miss you, anymore. He just missed the love, the way you loved him. He wasn’t so much infatuated with you anymore, more so what you did. Your looks didn’t draw him in, it was the way you treated him, as if he wasn’t some douche who dumped you for alcohol and his own relief.

I’m shattered now, I’m pouring out,

Upon this linoleum ground.

There he was again, crying on the floor, wanting it all to be over. Please, let it be over. He wanted to drown in the thought of you smiling and saying yes, accepting his offer to be in a relationship again. Instead, you had shook your head, saying that you’d already seen someone. That sent him spiraling, drowning in alcohol, head swimming through various memories.

I’m reeling in, my brain again,

Before it can get back to you.

He wouldn’t tell anyone what he thought, fearful that you’d back away, thinking he was so strange for thinking the things he did. No one knew that when he said he was “Busy”, he was really sat in bed, stress taking over his body.

Oh, what am I supposed to do?

Without you.

He was lost, a goner. No one heard of him for a while, texts going into read, never a response. It was pathetic, really, how depressed he was because of you. He didn’t know what to do with himself, or how to do anything anymore. It had cut too deep, it was the last straw. He couldn’t do it, he was lost.

I’m Mr Loverman,

And I miss my lover, man.

4 months later, he finally got his life together. He moved into a easier living situation, far away from wherever you were. He got a easy job, slowly getting promoted and making more money. He became successful. He was well-known, celebrated.

But there was always a little part of him, begging for some form of a reminder of who you were.

He missed his past lover, even though she didn’t even remember him.

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AN: THIS TOOK 3 DAYS BRO!!! AND IT STILL SUCKS!!!!

anyways have a good day :)