Still Not a Moron

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Visual on how to reblog as text, and to cutting posts.

If you don’t reblog as text it makes it way harder for me to rp with you

PLEASE GUYS I DON’T WANT TO UNFOLLOW ANY OF YOU

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THIS.

Agreed. This is much easier so DO please do this.

//ALWAYS REBLOG IT LIKE THIS. REBLOGGING IT IN LINK FORM MAKES ME GO EFFF.

//Just a reminder that cutting posts is caring.

//relavent to my dash >.>

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A trusted friend in SCIENCE. [x]

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Which God/Goddess do you think I’d be a child of?

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When your RP partner is way out of your league

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Amuse me, Reckless and Affection ((because I ship it now xD))

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Affection

Wheatley was in his den, hiding from the prying eyes of GLaDOS. Marissa was with him. She sat, indian style, with his head in her lap. She had made him lay down and put his head there. He looked up at her as he played with his hair. He smiled softly. She was pretty beautiful, for a human. He glanced at the pendant around her neck. “What’s that?” The android asked, pointing to it.

“This?” She touched it. “It’s my good luck charm. My grandma gave it to me; it’s been in my family for generations.”

Wheatley crossed his arms over his chest. “Doesn’t seem like it’s that good of a good luck charm. You always end up down here.”

She giggled a bit. “I’ve never been caught by that homicidal robot you keep talking about. So, it must be lucky.”

He sat up on his elbows, looking at her. “That’s just coincidence.”

“Well, it’s obviously lucky.” She leaned towards him, kissing his cheek. “It brought you to me.”

—-

Amuse Me

Marissa was curled up next to a wall, a sad expression on her face. Wheatley knelt down in front of her, frowning a bit. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t respond. He stood and furrowed his brow. “C’mon, cheer up.” Still no response. He crossed his arms over his chest and thought for a moment, then walked away.

He returned a moment later, carrying a core. It was Rick. He was still a core. Wheatley set him on the ground. The green optic moved to eye Marissa. “Hey pretty lady. Why don’t you ditch this string bean and be with a real man?”

Without warning, Wheatley punted the core down the hall. Rick let out a scream as he flew. Marissa cracked a smile, giggling a bit. Wheatley smiled down at her.

—-

Reckless

“It’s so nice to have a fresh test subject after so long.”

The robotic voice was full of malice.

Marissa struggled, being held tightly in the grip of a large mechanical claw. She thought now that she should’ve listened to Wheatley, she should’ve believed him.

“Marissa!”

Wheatley ran into the main chamber. They had gotten separated and she had wandered into the chamber, not knowing the danger within.

“Oh look, it’s the moron. What is with your fascination with human females?”

Wheatley frowned, but tried to calm himself. He spotted a rocket sentry rising out of the ground and ran over to it. “Time for some manual hacking.” He managed to move the sentry’s aim to the mechanical arm holding Marissa. The rocket was fired and hit its target, severing the claw from the rest of the facility. The claw let go of Marissa going limp. Wheatley ran to her, grabbing her hand.

“C’mon!” He started running towards the exit.

More rocket sentries and turrets rose from the floor. They began firing at the escaping duo. Wheatley pulled Marissa in front of him, using his own body to shield her. Bullets ripped through his back, getting lodged in circuits and machinery. Blue fluid stained his back and trailed behind him like blood. He pushed Marissa through the exit. “Get out of here! Get home!” He pressed keys on a keypad near the doorway. A thick bulletproof glass door dropped between them, locked from the inside. The turrets didn’t stop. Wheatley dropped to the ground, his back ripped open, riddled with bullet holes.

He slowly shut off.

Permanently.

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