Art Works by Yong at CGHub
I just finished playing Portal 2, is game very beautiful one of the great !
I LOVE WHEATLEY ♥
For the end of this day ^^
hoW DID YOU KNOW I’M RE-READING
THIS IS NOT OK
STOP TEASING MY HUSBAND CHELLEY
god I love this fandom XD
On the nth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
- 10 points if you can sing this at top speed.
- 100 points if you can sing it coherently after some Christmas cheer in a punch bowl.
A long overdue finish of the 12 Days of Aperture series, for fuchiamae (incomplete series seen here and here).
Just goes to show that if you expect a present from me it will always always be late. Always. Like five years later.
But it was an awesome project and I’m glad I did it in the end. Merry Christmas, Portal fandom!
Reblogging this from last year. :)
Yeah, uh more Blue Sky art.
I just really needed a wedding between them okay!I fixed the wheat guys!
The cramped dome of the crawlspace ceiling was daubed with blue. It looked as if it might have been repulsion gel, or some distant paint-based cousin of the vile yoghurt-like stuff from the presentation room. It formed a bright, unexpected layer over the cracked concrete and metal, coating wires and girders alike, creating a sky-blue vault.
The mural was crude but startlingly beautiful. Wisps of white-smudged clouds chased across the ‘sky’ in a whipping spiral pattern, the calm before the storm. Bright streaks of orange outlined the circular hatch, brushstrokes swirled round and round with a fierce and shaky hand, turning it into a blazing sun.
- Blue Sky, Chapter 3: The Ascent
Uh, I just wanted to add that I had been wanting to do this for a while, but was actually sort of scared to do it. The hatchway has some doodads on it that I DID NOT draw, I grabbed them from a photo, everything else though was done on my computer. I hope you guys enjoy this. I certainly enjoyed making it although I had to live through all the Blue Sky feels again. 8I
Somewhere else, somewhere else entirely- far beyond Her reach, miles beyond the range of Her vision- a young woman (barefoot, her dark hair escaping from a ponytail, her face both slightly mischievous and strikingly content) tugged her stumbling, uncomplaining, mad-grinning companion (ludicrously tall, really, and drowning in a rough-knit sky-blue sweater) along a long path worn in the knee-high cricket-humming meadowgrass. Somewhere, the path wound on under a cloudless sky, past a looming, wire-strung tower that stood like a watchful shepherd over the patchwork fields, towards a tufty clump of little hills on the very edge of a tiny scattering of buildings that, if you cared about it, you might have called a town, or even a home- but She wouldn’t have cared, even if She had been able to see them.
They were only human, after all, and all things considered, they were supremely, infinitesimally, insignificant.
There was Science to do.
One of these days letters are gonna fall
From the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I’ll find a way
To let everybody know that you’re coming back,
You’re coming back for me.
Letters From the Sky by Civil Twilight
Don’t mind me, I’m just having a Blue Sky feels from this song.
Quite strong feels.