I fucking LOVE wheatrat I lose my mind about it on the daily
OUGH thank god,, me too me too
to me theres just Something about it,, and excuse the ramble but.
a robot who Knows theres something wrong with him but doesnt want to admit to it? Falling for a guy who (wheatley thinks) also has a bunch of things wrong with him but lives with it? and wheatley learning he doesnt need to be fixed by anyone else and has to learn to live with himself, how he was made, and how he can be a better person on his own? and ouGH .
PLUS LIKE . both of them learning to live with the things theyve done in the past with each other as like. maybe a stand in for the people theyve hurt, without exposing those ppl to more pain? theres like. wheatley big time fucked it up with chell, lets b real. and doug, while not PErsonally responsible in the GLaDOS project, was passive towards it and allowed it to happen. and at the same time like. wheatley was made by the scientists to be an Idiot and Bad and to Never Do Anything Right and it clearly fucking burned him badly, and Doug. well. is the one (1) scientist that DIDNt get brutally murdered by GLaDOS (bless her heart) and clearly is fucked from that, preexisting conditions aside., and . OUgh..... just. the Storey Potential here... learning and moving on and forgiving each others actions even while they never can be forgiven by the people theyve actually hurt, and while they can never forgive the people that actually hurt THEM..
anyways. if youve made it this far. congratz! ill add a Snippet of my WheatRat AU fic under the Cut as a Thanks (which probably makes no sense without context, but this post is already long enough oops)
Conscience AU - Snippet - Usual
Doug is quiet, a lot.
Not as much as the girl was, of course, she never spoke at all. Wheatley still isn’t sure if she couldn’t, or if she just saw herself as too high and mighty to respond to him - or maybe, just maybe, if he had already annoyed her enough in the first thirty seconds of their companionship for him to earn her bitter silence - and as things happened, he doesn't think he'll ever find out.
Doug though, well, he just is quiet a lot. He can talk, perfectly well even, and Wheatley really enjoys it when it happens. Even if it is just a hissed "Shush" while a hand is shoved on his mouth (which makes no sense, now that he thinks about it, they both know that’s not where his voice box is) and he’s pressed against a wall in the dark somewhere. Okay, he has to admit, the first time that happened, he had been maybe a little offended by it. It might have left him a little bit miffed.
But after the noises that had startled Doug so much had subsided, he had removed his hand from Wheatley’s face, and pulled him away from the wall, and actually followed up with "sorry, you were saying?" and all was forgiven. (Well, mostly. There still was that lingering something inside Wheatley’s... chest?... that had felt somewhat betrayed at how quickly Doug was able to move on after that, while Wheatley himself had quite some trouble even remembering what he had been brabbeling about before.)
Enough of the past though - Wheatley resists the urge to shake his head - he was thinking about the present. The current situation. Which involves him, and Doug, as usual these days. It is kind of nice to have something "usual", that isn't endless corridors and unresponsive test subjects. So yes, things are pretty usual. Which involves, as stated prior, Doug being quiet.
Another thing that's usual by now is Wheatley, sitting on the ground, trying really hard not to move too much, while Doug sits on the cube, hunched over, and fiddles with… something. Mechanics, electronics, of some sort, inside of him. It happens almost every day, something goes wrong, something glitches - Wheatley could swear the Twitch somehow carried over into this new body and is just trying to find the most creative way to mess him up on the daily. But as long as things are as they are right now, with Doug working away at him in silence, hands gentle but fast, that isn't too bad. No, as long as things are like this, they are quite good, even. As usual.
Pyrrha and Yang as Jaune's should angel and devil.
“Come on Jaune, you’re just looking~. No harm in that. Oooooh look~. Arslan’s got a new tank top on~.”
“No! Just because your classmates are wearing some revealing clothes, that doesn’t mean you should leer at them! You aren’t a pervert!”
“Oh come on! Look at what they’re wearing and the way they’re stretching! They are literally begging you to look! Even Professor Goodwitch is totally leaning forward in front of you to show you her cleavage on purpose!”
Jaune decided what to do and slammed his head down into his arms on his desk. ‘Oh just stop it you two! It’s to late any way.’ Sadly it was to late as Jaune felt his pants tighten over five minutes ago.
“Haha! Yes!”
“W-well, you still aren’t looking now. So that’s what you should focus on.”
“It ain’t his fault Pyr. He’s a growing boy after all.”
Jaune mumbled into his arms, “Ain’t is not a word Yang.”
“Hey Jaune?” Jaune looked over to his left to see Yang, only to blush heavily and bury his head back into his arms when the little devil pulled down her black devil bra and flashed him. Even though she was really small, her boobs were still fantastic. “Hahahah! Oh your so cute to tease Jaune~.”
