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laurencin-draws · 8 months
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adventure time season 5, episode 8, at the end of the episode finn says, "who in this world is sadder than the ice king?" and I felt that deep within my bones.
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luimagines · 6 months
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Visitors From Another World Part 2
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Masterlist
Part 1
Part two will include Wind, Sky and Four.
Wind’s character was very nicely given to me by @thesoftieanon​
Content under the cut!
Wind
Wind was walking away from the group to catch his breath and get some time to himself when he found them.
He screamed when they collided. He fell backwards and crawled as far away as he could from the being.
They were... strange, to say the least.
They were at least six feet tall, covered in stars that peaked out of the black abyss of their skin. They didn’t have any other discernable features aside from the idea that they were standing on two legs and had two arms. One arm was crossed over their body, holding what Wind had to assume was their other arm, which was bleeding. There was a patch of silver blood under their hand.
Wind coughed, waiting them attack him. They seemed to be waiting for him to do the same. Slowly, he stood up, noting how they seemed to follow his movements with great interest.
He puts his hand sup, showing that he meant peace, ignoring his earlier outburst.
“Uh... Hello...” He speaks after a beat. “My name is Link....I never seen your kind before. Do you live nearby?”
They take a step back, holding their injury tighter. “Giblighi, namaan-oblian.”
“Uh-oh.” Wind winces. Language barrier. That’s going to be a problem.
“Wind!” Hyrule comes out of the bushes. “We heard you scream. What is- what is that?!”
Hyrule’s hand drops the hilt of his blade, jumping in front of Wind without a moments hesitation.
Wind also jumps, but he grabs Hyrule’s hand, stopping him from taking out his weapon. The creature in front of them warbles and shrinks away, showing sings of fear and concern.
Wind shakes his head as fast as he can. “Hyrule, no! They’re hurt! Can you help them?”
Hyrule’s jaw dropped. “Do you know them?” 
“Well... no.” Wind pauses. “But they don’t speak hylian. The least we can do is help them.”
Hyrule drops his hand, eyeing the creature with suspicion. He takes a few steps forward. The creature warbles again. The stars on their skin move with their vocalizations. They appear to shine brighter for a moment, like they were pulsating with the sound, but they shimmer back down.
Hyrule holds up a hand and mutters the spell under his breath. His palm glows for a moment before he lets it drop.
Wind comes around. If he looks close enough, he thinks he can recognize some of the stars from his maps and the sky he studied as he sailed across the Great Sea. “Cool...”
Wind steps closer. The creature was too busy poking their arm and looking at the spot where the nonexistent injury resided. They were fully healed.
They both looked at Wind and Hyrule before they shifted to look like a mix of the two of them. They took Hyrule’s hair, boots and bracers. They took Wind’s face and clothes. They smile. “Frekletka.”
Wind and Hyrule share a look. “...I don’t think they’re going to be leaving any time soon.”
“I don’t either.” 
Sky
“So...” Sky keeps the Master Sword pointed a head of him, not taking his eyes off of the being in front of him for a moment. “You’re not here to eat us all?”
“Why would I do that? Humans are too gummy for my taste anyway.” 
Sky frowns. That’s not exactly a better answer than he would have accepted.
The being appeared bug like in nature. Multiple limbs and multiple eyes. Who was he kidding? The bottom half looked like a massive skulltula while the top half of them looked like a human. Minus the extra arms and extra pairs of eyes. Sky couldn’t tell if they had eight eyes or if they had six eyes and the smaller black dots were their nostrils, but it was enough to be off putting.
Sky doesn’t lower the sword.
They click their tongue and cross a pair of arms. “I’m kidding, of course. I’m vegetarian.”
The sword stays.
“....Can I get a lawyer?”
“What’s a lawyer?” Sky finally drops the blade an inch. If anything, he’d feel better if someone else would come back and tell him what exactly he’s looking at. Otherwise, he has no reason to trust this person and he also has all the reason to attack them.
If the blood on his cheek has anything to say about it anyway. He struck first.
“Can I at least know where I am?” They try again, teetering the line of impatience. 
“Hyrule.” Sky raises an eyebrow. Hyrule’s a pretty big place from what he’s been told. It’s strange that they wouldn’t know that.
“Wow!” Legend rushes to his side, also drawing his weapon. “What the heck? Sky! Are you ok? Don’t answer that, you’re bleeding.”
“I did apologize-”
“I’ve never seen someone like you before.” Legend pushes a little closure to Sky’s side. 
They deadpan. “I believe you humans call my kind Driders.”
“...No we don’t.” Legend frowns, feeding into Sky’s unease. “We don’t have your kind here.”
“I’ve gathered that quite quickly.” The drider gestures to Sky with a lazy hand. “Before I knew it, we struck each other and have been in a standstill since. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Samuel. Yours?”
The two of them share a look before they slowly, begrudgingly lower their guard. Sky finally puts the Master Sword down. “We have the same name. Link. But I’ve been going by Sky and he’s been going by Veteran or Legend, he responds to both.”
“The others are never going to believe this.” Legend chokes on his breath. “The Old Man is goin to kill us.”
“Your leader, I presume?” Samuel takes a few steps closer. “I’d like the meet them, then. And finally get some answers.”
Sky pouts, using the back of his hand to wipe the last of the blood on his cheek. “Fine. Just know that everyone is going to freak out for a while.”
“I gathered that. How many of you are there?”
“Nine.”
“Fun.”
Four
Four wasn’t sure what to think of them.
They had, quite literally, popped into existence, scaring half of them, before b-lining towards Warrior and shoving a brown paper covered box into his chest.
“Lana and Cia send their regards, naturally.” They grinned. “And I get to be the carrier pigeon!”
Warrior didn’t seem surprised, or impressed. “Thank you. Happy to still have their support.”
It was the most sarcastic Four’s ever heard him. But there was a smile on his face, so maybe it wasn’t really directed towards this new person. 
Four managed to get a good look at them while Warrior opened the box. They looked like Cia... and Lana. Granted, when Four had met the two, it was made known to him that they were once the same person. Hence the high resemblance.
That didn’t explain this new person though.
But they were very pretty, Four notices.
You say something else, but Four misses it. Warrior laughs at it though. “I don’t know what you had in your world. But we don’t do that here.”
“Well it sounds like you’re a bunch of sticks in the mud.” They cross their arms with a small smirk. “Should I worry about the guy who can’t take his eyes off of me or should I wait until he makes a move?”
Four pales and shuffles on his feet. “Sorry.”
They turn to him and wink. “Don’t worry about it. I heard that I missed you guys when you visited the two terrible twins-”
“Don’t call Lana that-”
“-But I’m here now!” They strike a pose with a small peace sign by their eye. “And feel free to ignore whatever Mr. Soggy Soaks over here has to say about me-”
“They’re a menance-!”
“-But I promise that I’m sure cool and stuff and I’ll be coming around from now on since the other two love to gossip but can’t exactly leave their temple right now.”
Four snorts, watching Warrior grow more and more exasperated with being ignored and talked over. But within seconds, Warrior wraps his arm around their shoulders and pins him with a stare.
Four tilts his head, trying to not come off as intimidated as it looks.
“They don’t eat bread with crust.” He says.
“Hey! I told you! That’s just back home! I have no other option here!” They freak out.
“Taylor, you said it yourself that you still don’t eat it.” Warrior frowns.
Four is thrown for a loop. Is there another way to eat it?
“You don’t eat the handles, Link! We’ve talked about this!”
“It’s wasteful! Not if you keep eating them for me!”
“I can’t-...You know what? Fair.” Warrior holds his hand sup in surrender.
Four can’t help but want to be included in the conversation. “Taylor...”
The name feels weird on his tongue but it catches their attention regardless. They grin. “You’re a fast learner.”
“...Warrior said you com from another world?”
They snort. “Oh yeah. This isn’t even my original body. Lana made it for me because I was stuck in Cia’s head for the longest time.”
Four blinks, staring ahead. “...How?”
“It’s a long story.”
“That we don’t have time for.” Warrior starts to push them away. “Ok! Thank you for stopping by! Send my regards as well! Don’t come back and embarrass me again!”
“Not on your life!” They laugh, waving to the group as whole. They then point to Four with a mischievous grin. “We’ll talk more later.”
Then just as fast as they appeared, they left, but with a promise with return.
Warrior groans. “Great. Don’t me wrong, they’re a good person. But they love making my life more difficult.”
“Then we’ll get along just fine.” Legend snorts.
“That’s what worries me.”
“I liked them.” Four smiles. He can’t wait to ask them about everything. 
Part 3
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meat-wentz · 1 year
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pics of pete that make u wanna bend him over the nearest surface
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getvalentined · 2 days
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Shout out to some rando demanding that someone posting about the Sephiroth Valentine Theory make a discord server to get the discussion out of the tags here on tumblr.
Like...everyone here knows that you don't get to choose what other fans talk about, right? You don't get to tell other fans to leave just because you're not interested in what they're discussing?
As long as it's about the character (rather than like a cat that has the same name, which I see a lot) it technically belongs in the tags. It's generally poor etiquette to put hate in tags, sure, but talking about a popular theory that's been around for over a quarter century, related to two major characters in a work of popular media? That belongs in the tags for those characters, and for the media in question. That is literally part of what tags are for.
I don't know how some people reach this level of entitlement, but if you can't deal with other fans talking about things you don't like, maybe you should make a discord server where people are only allowed to talk about what you like.
Good lord.
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spectralmagpie · 1 year
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Arcane, Vastayan!Reader insert
Pleased with how this one came out!
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So slightly evil ask here. But. What would happen if Megatron and/or Shockwave were to (somehow) capture Wheeljack? Like, maybe Wheeljack got pulled through the space bridge with Megatron and Omega Supreme when that whole mess happened, so now he’s in a ‘Con prisoner. Maybe it happened cause Soundwave successfully captured him. However it happens, I just wanted to ask what would happen and how you think think everyone involved would react . (He. Wheeljack himself, the ‘Cons, and Team Prime)
Hey! :)
Well, here we go again! Sorry, Wheeljack! 😂
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I mean it, y’all bully this boy.
What’s worse, you make me bully this boy!
Pay no attention to this S4 draft I’m kicking under my couch. Don’t worry about it-
But hey, seriously: stay away from my drafts. They’re shit, right now. Shoo, shoo. 🧹
Now, ANYWAY-!
At this point, through these various Asks, he’s been through brainwashing, amputation, a few deaths, and so many traumatic events—
And now, you want someone to kidnap him.
Again, ‘cause “Venom” happened.
Okay, then.
I guess it’s just that kind of day.
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Let’s talk about this.
But what will this bring Wheeljack’s tally up to?
Wheeljack gets captured a lot, comparative to the other members of the TFP Cast.
He shows up a grand total of five times before the start of Season 3:
Con Job.
Loose Cannons.
Triage.
Hurt.
Darkest Hour.
The events of two of these episodes lead to him being captured by the Decepticons. The other three lead to him sustaining some bad injuries.
Not a great track record!
Something Wheeljack has going for him, however, is that he is a master escape artist… which leads me to believe that “Con Job” wasn’t his first time around the block. This has happened before.
I have “Venom” happen and you can count “The Turning of the Tide” as another capture even if it was very brief, so it happens again.
This guy just has garbage luck.
And we can make it even worse!
Can I ruin Christmas any further at this point?
I mean, I’ve already killed Wheeljack on Christmas (yeah, that was a fun Ask) and brainwashed him. Should he get taken then as well, just finish it off?
Nah. Let’s pick a different time.
Do we make “The Turning of the Tide” worse, or have “Accountable” have a really twisted ending?
Hm. I’ll flip a coin on it.
Heads.
“The Turning of the Tide”, it is!
Now, keep in mind: this means-
Wheeljack’s not there for Sari when she gets revealed to be a techno-organic.
Wheeljack may not hold Optimus accountable for his plan to use Sari to defeat Omega Supreme, as he’s not there to hear it.
Now-
Let’s ruin someone’s day.
It all happens so fast.
One moment, Wheeljack is glancing towards the overloaded space-bridge portal—his servo still gripping Optimus’s.
The next moment, he’s looking up at Optimus and giving a sad smile.
“Do me a favor,” he says, pulling his servo away and opening his chest compartment. He takes something out and holds it in his servo. “When you see Sari, tell her I kept my word.” He extends his servo, and the Prime blinks as he takes what he’s given—too confused to process exactly what is happening. “No friend of mine gets left in the scrap.” Wheeljack takes a deep breath. “This is my job, Prime—always was. Your job is to get everyone home safe, okay?”
“What are you-?” Optimus blinks as Wheeljack grips his sword with both servos and looks back towards the portal, then his optics widen. “No. No! Wheeljack, you can’t!”
“Oh, yes—I can,” the Wrecker disagrees. “I already have… I never told you fellas the full story of how I got here, did I?” He nods shakily. “This is how it was always gonna happen.”
Optimus’s optics narrow. “Don’t you dare!”
“Heh.” Wheeljack grins. “Well, now I gotta.” He plants his feet and rips his sword free, then he gives a coy two-fingered salute right before the portal’s current sweeps him up. “Bye, kid.”
“Wheeljack!” Optimus shouts as the Wrecker falls towards the portal.
Wheeljack grips his one remaining sword and holds it out as he flies past the power-core, slicing it in half before toppling into the vortex.
The power of the Allspark fragments cut, the destabilized portal starts to collapse.
The mine falls with it.
But suddenly, a massive figure is there—holding up the ceiling long enough for the Autobots to escape. Then, it’s all gone: the mine, the space-bridge, Omega Supreme, and Wheeljack.
The remainder of the team gathers on a nearby cliff overlooking the smoking ruins.
“He’s-..?” Bumblebee’s whole frame trembles. He’s never looked so lost or scared.
Prowl tries to remain stoic, but his head shakes when he nods and he can’t speak.
“Yeah.” Bulkhead chokes out. He looks sad, frustrated, guilty—everything in-between, just devastated. “He’s gone.”
Optimus stands there, his optics wide as he grips the sword he had been clinging to—Wheeljack’s second blade, now forever split from its twin.
His other servo shakes as he looks down at it, uncurling his fingers to finally see what Wheeljack had given him in those final moments.
Professor Sumdac looks up at the Prime with wide eyes, his whole body trembling.
He’s alive. He’s okay.
And Wheeljack kept his word.
Optimus drops down to his knees, and he reaches out and sets the professor down as Sari runs over to hug her father. She closes her eyes, burying her face into the man’s chest, but Optimus just feels numb as he watches the family reunion.
His family has been torn apart.
“… Wheeljack?” Ratchet asks softly, breaking the silence. His optics are on the sword, and he’s numb—he’s lost so much today, too much.
Two sons.
Optimus takes the weapon between his servos and stares down at it, then he closes his optics.
Sari pulls away from her father and stares at the blade, looking absolutely horrified, and her eyes fill with tears as she claps her hands over her mouth. The motion brings her sliced-open elbow into perfect view, and she notices the stares.
No one knows what to do when she starts screaming and struggling to breathe.
Bumblebee just picks her up and holds her to his chest, even though he’s visibly trembling too. It’s what he knows Wheeljack would have done.
When Wheeljack opens his optics, he’s floating in space—and his first thoughts are “well, scrap—this is gonna be a fraggin’ slow death”.
“Hello, little Wrecker.” And, apparently, a very annoying fraggin’ slow death.
Like it couldn’t get worse.
“I still have one sword, ‘Con,” the Wrecker says dryly. “Don’t test me.”
Honestly though, Wheeljack’s not liking his odds.
Megatron’s somehow gotten free of his cuffs, and he has a sword in his servo.
With no metal surface large enough for him to magnetize himself to in sight, Wheeljack’s also at the mercy of physics. He has no way to propel himself in a controlled way.
This isn’t going to go well.
But maybe the Decepticons don’t know that, yet—and they’re just as stranded as he is.
Play it cool.
“Oh, please: test him!” Starscream’s head insists, glancing at Megatron with a smirk. “Maybe he’ll put us both out of our misery!”
“Don’t tempt me,” Wheeljack grumbles, then he looks around.
There’s no sign of Blurr, but there’s also no sign of anyone else.
Maybe he made the right move, after all.
“What a noble sacrifice,” Megatron jeers, likely reading the Wrecker’s face. “You’re going to die out here, Wrecker, and for what? A pathetic little maintenance crew?”
“… Heh. You’re callin’ them pathetic?” Wheeljack smirks. “That little maintenance crew just ruined your whole fraggin’ plan and got your sorry aft launched into space. If they’re pathetic, what in the Pit does that make you?”
Starscream cackles as Megatron growls in frustration, then all three of them look up in surprise as a massive figure materializes in the empty space above.
“Omega Supreme?” Starscream asks warily. Wait; what in the Pit? “We’re slagged!” He looks up at the massive mech fearfully. “WAIT, DON’T SHOOT!” He does as well as he can to gesture to Megatron. “HE’S THE ONE YOU WANT!”
“Since, fool,” Megatron orders, then he uses the rockets in his feet to propel himself up to Omega Supreme’s face. “… He’s offline.” Megatron is thinking. “This could be useful, very useful.”
Wheeljack’s still reeling over the fact that he’s looking at another Omega Supreme when the warlord flies back down and grabs his bad arm.
“Agh!” Wheeljack cringes on pain, then he goes to aim his sword at the warlord before finding Megatron’s cannon at his face.
“Don’t be difficult,” Megatron insists. “I told you, I intend to deliver you to Shockwave. For now, you still have use to me alive.” His crimson optics narrow. “Make yourself more trouble than you are worth, and I can easily change my mind?”
“Oh, I’m already more trouble than I’m worth,” Wheeljack insists, scowling.
He wonders what’s faster—his good arm and blade, or Megatron’s cannon.
Megatron raises an optic-brow as he must notice the Wrecker’s resolve.
“You never learn, do you?” He wonders. “It’s a miracle that there’s even one Wrecker left from your reality, if they’re all like you.”
“You’re not takin’ me alive,” Wheeljack insists. “I won’t be a bargainin’ chip or lab-rat.”
Megatron smirks. “Oh, really? No, I don’t think you’re brave enough to die—not like this, not with no one to protect or even just know your fate. It would have been one thing to die in a collapsing space-bridge, but here and now? You value your fellow Autobots so very much…” He shakes his head. “I think you’re scared, little Wrecker, of dying alone. Test me further, and you will die alone and I shall leave your shell here.”
Megatron takes the Wrecker’s blade from his shaking servo.
Wheeljack, foggy as his processor is, makes up his mind to put that sword through the warlord’s twisted face.
Megatron forces his way into the unconscious ship and drags Wheeljack down a dark hallway by his bad arm.
Once Wheeljack is able to gravitate, he activates his cannon—but Megatron only smirks and raises an optic-brow, daring the Wrecker to use it as he grips the stolen sword.
Sick bastard has all the power.
However, when they reach the bridge, the whole place lights up and comes back to life.
“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!” A deep voice says urgently, and Wheeljack blinks as several robotic arms emerge from panels and his chest is scanned by one. “Autobot: in danger!”
“Whoa!” Wheeljack shouts in surprise as he’s suddenly picked-up by an arm while Megatron is grabbed much more roughly. “Huh?”
Megatron drops Wheeljack’s sword and grimaces in pain as his cannon is ripped from his arm, then he too is scanned by the ship.
“Positive identification: confirmed! Form: Decepticon! Name: Megatron!” One of the arms primes a blaster. “Lethal force: authorized.”
“Ha!” Wheeljack’s face lights up. “I fraggin’ love this ship!” He blinks as he’s scanned again. “Oh, uh- Hi, there. Thanks for the save.”
“My primary directive is to protect Autobots,” Omega Supreme informs him. “Hm. Designation: unknown. State your identity.”
“Uh… Name’s Wheeljack,” the Wrecker says awkwardly.
“Incorrect. Wheeljack was one of my creators. You do not match his physical description.”
“Whoa, whoa!” Wheeljack’s optics go wide as a cannon is aimed at him, and he raises his servos in surrender. “Easy! I, uh… It’s a long story, but I’m from another universe.” The cannon stops glowing. “I’m Wheeljack. I’m just not your version of him. But I am friends with your Ratchet.” He holds a servo up. “Y’know, Doc-‘Bot—ye high, a little cranky, magnets in his hands?”
“Hm.” Omega Supreme thinks on it. “A friend of Ratchet…” The cannon goes back into its metal arm. “Is a friend of mine.”
Wheeljack sighs in relief. “Whew.”
“Oh, please.” Megatron rolls his optics, only to get sprayed with a fire-extinguisher arm. “Ack!”
“Heh.” Wheeljack grins as he’s set down on his feet. “Thanks, pal.”
“You are injured.”
“Mmph.” Wheeljack glanced over at his wounded arm. “Yeah, a bit. You got a med-bay?”
“Indeed,” Omega Supreme replies, then several ceiling lights start glowing brighter—creating a pathway. “I will keep watch over the prisoner. Until further notice, you command this vessel.”
“You’re not just a vessel. You’re a friend,” Wheeljack insists, walking over and picking up his fallen sword. “And I ain’t much of a leader.” He stands up straight. “Just run things by me, I’ll run things by you. We’ll figure this out, okay?”
“Very well.”
“Oh, and-” Wheeljack pauses in the doorway and glances back at the console, holding a finger up. “Keep an eye out, will ya? Starscream’s live, severed head is floatin’ around somewhere outside, and I don’t know what tricks he’s got.”
“Noted.”
“You think you’ve won?” Megatron asks coolly, and Wheeljack looks at him. “Enjoy this while you can, little Wrecker. Your time is short.”
“… Alright, Omega: you have my ‘okay’ to shoot Megatron in the fraggin’ face if he tries anythin’,” Wheeljack decides, smirking. “You don’t even have to tell me right away. He does something you don’t like, you just fraggin’ blast him—okay?”
Megatron’s face drops as Omega Supreme’s cannon starts to glow.
“Acknowledged.”
“Heh.” Wheeljack waves at the warlord before turning and walking away. “Bye..~!”
Wheeljack sighs as he watches the scan of his arm appear on the med-nay screen.
“Brilliant,” he mutters.
Fixing this on his own is going to be a huge pain in the aft, but he needs to get started.
No matter what, he’s going to be in pain—but he needs his right arm back.
“Wheeljack,” a voice speaks.
“Yeah, Omega?” Wheeljack asks as he gets up from the medical berth and starts looking through Ratchet’s leftover tools.
“It has been brought to my attention that protocol mandates I return Megatron to Cybertron for trial.”
“Brought to your attention?” Wheeljack’s brow furrows. “Sounds like someone’s schemin’.”
“Scheming?”
“Megatron wants to get to Cybertron,” Wheeljack explains. “He’s willin’ to do whatever it takes. He also has someone workin’ in Autobot Intelligence, so we can’t trust communications.” The Wrecker pauses. “Hm. It’s not an entirely bad idea to get him to Cybertron. I’ll be able to help you get past the spy and take him to Ultra Magnus, once I’m patched-up.” He raises his good servo to his chin, thoughtful. “But do you have the juice to get us all the way to Cybertron?”
“Uncertain.”
“Well, why don’t I have a look at your tanks and your nav system?” Wheeljack decides, resting his servo on his hip. “Let’s see what we can do.”
“Unnecessary.”
“What do you mean?” Wheeljack frowns. There’s no answer. “Omega, buddy: I asked you to run things by me, didn’t I?”
“I absorbed the transwarp energy of the space-bridge as it collapsed.”
“Can you control it?” Wheeljack asks, then he gasps as the room around him starts shake. Did the titan transform? “Omega, run things by me!”
“I did.”
“Oh, for-” Wheeljack braces himself on the medical berth as the whole ship starts to glow a bright blue, then he closes his optics and braces himself for whatever will come next.
When Wheeljack opens his optics again, it’s dark.
Omega Supreme doesn’t speak again.
Wheeljack takes a deep vent as he hides behind a wall and peeks out—looking down a long, dark hallway and checking for any signs of danger.
“Okay,” he mutters to himself. “Okay, great. Could be worse.” He raises his good shoulder. “It’s not like I’m trapped on a powerless ship with a bum arm and King ‘Con probably huntin’ me in the dark like a fraggin’ horror-villain just so he can throw me on Shockwave’s lab table. Oh, wait-” The Wrecker shakes his head. “Ugh. Focus. Get to the bridge, ‘Jackie. Get to the bridge.”
It’s eerily quiet.
Wheeljack takes caution at every turn, always moving sideways glancing around to do what he can to avoid any kind of sneak attack.
It’s slow-going.
Wheeljack’s armor crawls and his Energon is frozen in his veins. He tries to stay alert, but his mind keeps drifting from that ship.
Did his team make it out of the mines? If the ship is here, what became of Ratchet and Sari?
Does Sari have her dad back? Is she okay?
Are they okay?
Was everyone safe?
Were they mourning him?
Wheeljack tries to shove those thoughts away, but worse ones take their place.
It’s his fault he was there. He could have stopped Megatron from overloading the space-bridge, but he didn’t—and now, he’s paying the price.
All he did in that mine was fail.
He let Megatron get in his head, and he let his team down. He let everyone down.
Some Wrecker he was.
Suddenly, the ship is shaking—and the lights come back on. “Autobot: in danger!”
“Omega?!” Wheeljack asks, then his optics widen as the ship starts glowing again. “Wait!”
It’s too late.
The ship shakes, there’s a bright flash, and Wheeljack curses quietly as things stabilize.
Who knew where they were, now?
The lights stay on and he can open doors without prying them open, but that does little to steady his nerves as Omega Supreme goes quiet again.
Megatron’s pulling something.
Wheeljack just knows it.
When Wheeljack arrives at the bridge, he hesitates at the door before putting his sword into his bad servo and activating his cannon.
He has to be able to access either weapon, and he figures it might be best to go in guns blazing.
Taking a deep vent, Wheeljack nods to himself before entering the bridge.
He sees that Megatron is there, his back to the door as he speaks to someone on the monitor. He’s distracted. Perfect.
Starscream’s head is plugged-into the console with a pair of stasis-cuffs, likely part of some half-afted hot-wiring attempt, and the Seeker blinks when he sees Wheeljack there.
Wheeljack adjust his grip on his swords and forces his bad arm to move so that he can raise a finger to his mouth, trusting a burning hate that transcends universes. Starscream blinks again, then he smirks and winks.
Called it.
Wheeljack nods, then he slowly starts creeping up behind Megatron—his cannon ready.
He can end this.
Then, he actually hears the conversation.
:Ultra Magnus has shut down the entire space-bridge network, and the Earth-bound Autobots can expose my cover at any moment.:
Wheeljack tenses at the sound of that voice.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
“I believe I have something that may solve both of those problems,” Megatron says calmly, then he suddenly spins around and points a blade at Wheeljack. “Make that two things.” He smirks. “Hello again, little Wrecker.” Wheeljack points his cannon, and he hates how it’s shaking. “You couldn’t win in the mine. You won’t win this.”
“I can damn well try,” Wheeljack insists.
“Hm.” Megatron raises an optic-brow, not impressed. “So stubborn.”
:Try not to damage him too much more, my liege,: Shockwave tells the warlord. :We need him intact for my examination.:
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
“I shall endeavor to do my best,” Megatron assures him, then he lashes out.
Wheeljack leaps back to avoid a swipe of a blade, grunting in pain as the movement and impact sends pain up his arm, and he raises his cannon.
Megatron’s moving around too much, and the Wrecker hesitates. He doesn’t want a blast to accidentally hit Omega Supreme.
That hesitation allows Megatron to dart behind the Wrecker and grab his bad arm.
Wheeljack yelps and drops his blade as the limb is twisted and bent behind his back, and Megatron sheaths his blade before retrieving Wheeljack’s.
“You’re wounded, Wheeljack, and tired,” the warlord muses. “You’re only hurting yourself.”
“Yeah?” Wheeljack stomps on Megatron’s foot, and the warlord hisses in pain as Starscream cackles. “Ooh, yeah—that definitely hurt.”
Megatron’s done playing around.
He holds Wheeljack’s blade under the Wrecker’s chin and uses his grip on the smaller mech’s injured arm to steer him out of the room.
Wheeljack’s muttering every Cybertronian curse he can think of as he’s pushed through the ship, as Megatron seems to search for something.
Then, at the end of a hall, the warlord finds it—and he opens a door before roughly shoving Wheeljack inside. Wheeljack recognizes the room immediately as an airlock.
“Oh, no.” Wheeljack turns around just as Megatron closes the door. The warlord actually has the nerve to smirk at him through a small window. “Hey!” Wheeljack runs over and slams his good fist against the window. “Let me outta this, ‘Con, or I swear on the Pit-!”
“Is that what you want?” Megatron asks, putting on a mask of concern. “To be lost in space, drifting until you run out of Energon?”
Wheeljack blinks, then he glances back at the airlock door. Yeah, he could’ve phrased his demands a little better—not that it’d matter.
“… There are worse ways to go,” the Wrecker says, even though his chest feels ready to cave in.
He can’t think of one.
Everything else he’s ever faced, even a smelting pit, would’ve at least been quick.
This wouldn’t be.
“Hm.” Megatron shakes his head. “A pity.” He props Wheeljack’s lone sword up against a wall, ensuring it’s in view. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“When I get outta here, I’m killin’ ya.”
“… No. You’re not,” Megatron says as he starts to toy with the door’s controls. “Shockwave will learn all he can, then I will kill you.” He gives a brief chuckle. “But don’t worry: I’ll document the details, and ensure everyone you hold dear knows how your end was met. I do hope that inspires you to try to be brave.” He turns away. “It’ll make for a much more interesting story.”
“I’m not a story!” Wheeljack snaps.
“Yes, you are. Our stories will outlive us all, in the end,” Megatron tells him. “So, the least we can do is endeavor to be entertaining.”
Wheeljack slams his fist against the window again as Megatron walks away, then he closes his optics and hangs his head.
Then, he staggers back and falls into a seated position in a corner, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his forehead on them.
His mind—muddied with pain and rage and fear—turns into a fuzzy mess, or… a dark pit, one he just can’t find the will to claw his way out of.
He loses track of time, after that.
The next few days pass by in a blur.
Optimus feels like the entire universe is crumbling all around him, and he’s helpless to stop it.
The Decepticons are all gone, lost in space or scattered without their leader, and their plan to invade Cybertron was foiled with the destruction of the space-bridge. It was a victory.
But it came at a cost.
Blurr, Omega Supreme, and Wheeljack were lost to the space-bridge.
Optimus still carried the Wrecker’s sword, as he was unwilling to let go.
Sari discovered that she was not entirely human, and—buried under grief and rage—rejected her father, feeling betrayed.
Optimus was able to mend that relationship and Prowl had his theories about where Sari came from, but there was so much unresolved and unanswered. The Prime felt like Wheeljack would have handled it better.
The Headmaster returned and was defeated, but Bulkhead was wounded and Bumblebee went missing. Bulkhead got patched-up, but getting Bumblebee back summoned a monster—one that Sari destroyed, after upgrading her Cybertronian circuitry with her Key.
Sari lost control of her upgrades and nearly killed Bumblebee before damaging much of Detroit. Ratchet had to use his EMP on her to knock her out long enough for him to operate on her. He stabilized her systems.
Nothing felt okay, but it seemed to be steadying. Optimus wondered if they would all finally have time to grieve their friend.
Wheeljack could be quiet, but he’d always have something to say when needed. Suddenly, there was nothing louder than the silence.
But it was not meant to be.
Omega Supreme returned, commandeered by Megatron—and Optimus worried that the only one who could stop him was Sari. That would mean destabilizing her and setting her loose.
They wanted to avoid that, so Optimus had Bumblebee and Bulkhead distract Megatron while he and Prowl boarded the rampaging Omega Supreme in the hopes of freeing him.
Prowl went for the power-core, and Optimus started searching for Megatron.
As he makes his way through the halls, checking every corner for a threat… like Wheeljack taught him to… Optimus finds himself at the corridor leading to the airlock, and he blinks.
Wheeljack’s sword?
“What?” Optimus blinks, surprised. “It can’t be.”
The second sword was lost… with its bearer.
Optimus is suddenly running down the hallway to the airlock door. He casts his gaze down at the sword, just left neatly laying against the wall, then he looks through the window with wide optics.
“Wheeljack?!”
“Huh?” The figure curled-up in the corner looks up, his wide blue optics shining brightly in the darkness. “Prime?” He stands and stumbles over to the door. “Prime!”
“You’re alive!” Optimus remarks, stunned.
“Surprisin’ly, yes!” Wheeljack agrees, then he glances up as the whole vessel shook. “What the frag is goin’ on?”
“Megatron’s using Omega Supreme to attack the city,” Optimus explains quickly. “He wants to take revenge on Earth before he moves on to invade Cybertron. Prowl and I came here to stop him.” He shakes his head. “We had no idea you were still alive. Wheeljack, you have no idea-…”
He notices how battered Wheeljack looks, how his arm is still shattered and he’s covered in marks.
Megatron likely didn’t give him Energon. No, he certainly didn’t—Wheeljack’s still shining blue.
The Wrecker’s been locked in a dark airlock for days, injured and in dire need of fuel.
He’s hurt and scared.
Wheeljack shouldn’t be like that.
Optimus’s optics narrow, and he goes to the door’s controls. He has to get his friend out.
“Can you get it open?” Wheeljack asks.
“I’m trying,” Optimus tells him, frowning. “Looks like Megatron rigged it good.”
“… He’s attackin’ the city?” Wheeljack questions him, and Optimus nods. He sees something like conflict, maybe fear, cross over the Wrecker’s face… then his optics narrow in resolve. “Then, don’t waste time with me! Get goin’!”
“I’m not leaving you!” Optimus immediately protests.
“You don’t have a choice!” Wheeljack insists. “The humans come first. You know that.”
And he does.
Optimus knows that.
But he can’t just leave!
His teammate’s alive, and he needs help!
“Hey.” Wheeljack puts on a small grin. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Optimus scoffs. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Well, I physically can’t go anywhere,” Wheeljack reminds him, then he frowns. “Megatron wants me alive. I’ll be okay. You need to save the city.”
Wheeljack is right.
Of course, he is right.
But Optimus still hesitates. “… I’ll be back.”
“I know,” Wheeljack says. He may be lying. No, he probably is. “Now, get movin’.” He steps back from the door, his optics narrowed and his fists clenching. “Go!”
So, Optimus turns and runs.
He looks back just once, and he sees those two glowing optics still shining in the dark.
How could he leave someone else behind?
Wheeljack steps back from the door, his optics wide as he raises his servo to his mouth.
He knows he did the right thing, but his mind betrays him and he panics. How could he just ask—no, demand—to be left behind?
He’s going to get dissected and die. Definitely both of those things, one before the other.
And Wheeljack’s terrified.
He loses track of time again.
But then, the door opens.
“Huh?” Wheeljack blinks, then he darts outside—faster than he’s ever moved—and grabs his sword before looking around. There’s no one there. He’s completely alone. “What the-?”
“Autobot: in danger.”
Maybe not completely alone.
“Omega?” Wheeljack looks up, surprised, then he grins. “Heh. Good to see ya, buddy.”
The Wrecker spins his blade, then he gets moving—raising a finger to his comm as he goes.
“You fellas ain’t hoggin’ all the fun, are ya?”
:Wheeljack?!: That’s Bumblebee. :You’re okay!: He suddenly growls. :I’m gonna kill you!:
“Unfortunately, there’s a line,” Wheeljack jokes, then his optics narrow. “Where is everyone? I know Prime and Prowl are on the ship.”
Bulkhead replies. :Ratchet’s back at the Plant, and Bee and I are running decoy—but it looks like Omega Supreme’s back in control. Knowing Prime, he’s after Megatron.:
“Of course, he is,” Wheeljack mutters. “I’m makin’ my way to the bridge, now.”
:Like PIT you are!: Ratchet’s pissed. :The others told me what happened in the mine. You are in NO CONDITION! Get your sorry aft to the Plant, right now!:
Wheeljack deadpans as the whole ship shakes again. “Worlds at stake, and we’re havin’ this argument?”
:Yes!: That’s Prowl. :Wheeljack, Optimus and I have been jettisoned and Starscream is now in control of Omega Supreme! Get out of there! Get out of there, right now!:
Wheeljack slides to a stop, his optics wide as he stares at the door before him.
Then, his optics close.
“… I’m at the bridge,” he says quietly. “I can-”
:We have a plan!: Optimus insists. :Just get out!:
:No, don’t!: Ratchet’s back, and he’s changed his tune. :I’m gonna try one last thing, kid! If I fail, you have to end this!:
Optimus tries to cut in. :Ratchet-:
:Sari gets hurt if we use Prime’s plan!:
Wheeljack blinks, then his optics narrow. “… Understood, Doc-‘Bot.”
On a private channel, Optimus panics.
:Why did you tell him that?!:
:Because he’d choose her any day,: Ratchet replies defiantly. :Like all of us should.:
After a few moments, Omega Supreme starts shaking again and Wheeljack braces himself as the giant mech transforms.
:Wheeljack, now!: Ratchet shouts. :He’s going to transwarp to Cybertron!:
“On it!” Wheeljack quickly opens the door and rushes in, and he finds himself having to fend off robotic arms—swinging and grabbing at him, or firing with their cannons.
He has only one good arm.
Starscream cackles.
:Wheeljack, new plan!: Bulkhead tells him.
Wheeljack grits his dentas. “I’m all ears!”
:Prime’s attached to the ship, and Bumblebee’s giving him a busted plasma dynamic thruster! If we plant it on Omega Supreme, he’ll just warp around space randomly! Earth and Cybertron will be safe!: The green mech explains. :Get out and get clear! Prime can’t do it ‘til you’re safe!:
Wheeljack slices another arm apart, cringing at the idea of how this must hurt Omega Supreme, then he starts blocking blasts again.
His optics go to the window.
They’re getting too high.
Optimus fell and died the day they met.
Never again.
“… There’s no way I’m gettin’ out of here in time,” Wheeljack says quietly. “Plant the thruster and get out, while Ratchet can still catch you.”
:Wheeljack, I can’t just-!:
“Just do it, Prime!” Wheeljack shouts, then he takes a deep vent and calms himself down. “It’s okay.” He nods shakily. “It’s okay.”
It’s not okay.
Injured and alone with Starscream.
It’s so far from okay.
“What are you up to, Wrecker?!” The Seeker sneers, and Wheeljack lets out a pained noise as several arms grab him and pick him up.
:Wheeljack!: Bumblebee shouts.
Wheeljack grimaces, then he regains focus and glares at Starscream. “I’ll see you in the Pit, ‘Con.” He closes his optics. “Prime, NOW!”
The ship starts to glow blue.
Despite the fear in his spark, Wheeljack grins.
And what happens next? He has a two theories.
One is that it was pure instinct, pure rage. An accident.
The other is that Starscream couldn’t pass up the chance to slag one last a Autobot in a very, very cruel way.
Whatever the case, it happens.
“You accursed Autobot!”
“Whoa!” Wheeljack shouts as he’s suddenly being moved by the robotic arms, and he blinks before looking down to see a panel sliding open beneath him. “Uh-oh.” And he’s dropped. “Ah!”
Wheeljack tumbles through darkness for a few moments, then he’s out in open air and watching Omega Supreme vanish above.
And Wheeljack wonders if his time in this reality really is going to end like it started.
He’s plummeting from the sky. He might hit water, he might not—but from this height, it’s all just gonna be concrete anyway.
He’ll be flattened like a can.
And he doesn’t know what he’s wishing for more: to live, or to ensure that no one sees that end. It starts to lean towards the latter.
But neither are probable.
Wheeljack’s going to die, and it won’t be pretty. No death is ever pretty, but this?
Frag, this will be horrible.
And then, it stops.
Wheeljack stops.
And he blinks, then he looks around in disbelief at the pink energy surrounding him.
“And that’s three!” Ratchet announces, his twin magnets raised and glowing, before he slowly lowers Wheeljack onto solid ground.
Despite the care taken, the impact still sends pain shooting through Wheeljack’s frame—and he closes his optics and grunts. “Ow…”
“Wheeljack?” That’s Bumblebee. “Wheeljack!”
SLAM!
Wheeljack cringes as he’s struck, then he opens his optics and looks down at the yellow mech clinging to him before yelping as they’re both picked-up by a large green shape that crushes the both of them in a massive hug.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” The Wrecker shouts quickly, then he sighs in relief as he’s set down. “Heh.” He then blinks, surprised by the fact that he was actually set down. That’s different. “Huh.” He looks up at the Autobots surrounding him, and he gives a weak smile. “Hey, kids. Doc-‘Bot.”
Ratchet is not having it. “You reckless little-”
“Heh.” Wheeljack’s smile turns awkward. “Yeah, I know.” He then grimaces. “Everythin’ hurts…”
“No fraggin’ kiddin’!” Ratchet’s there in a flash to look the Wrecker over. “Let me look at you, you idiot! I swear, you’ll be the death of me…”
Really, the field-tech looks worried.
“Another classic Wrecker escape?” Prowl asks, trying to bring a bit of much-needed levity.
“Oh, you betcha,” Wheeljack agrees. “Not my classiest, not my sloppiest. Maybe Top Fifteen?”
Bumblebee snorts. “You’re the worst.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wheeljack chuckles.
“Hey.” Optimus rests a servo on the Wrecker’s good shoulder, completely serious. “Never scare us like that again.”
“No promises,” Wheeljack jokes tiredly. “You know how I get.”
Optimus deadpans. “Well, I certainly do now.”
“Heh.” Wheeljack shakes his head, then he looks up with a frown. “Hey, where’s Sari? Did she and the prof make it out of the mine okay?” He blinks as the tone suddenly changes and all faces drop. There’s a sinking feeling in his spark. “Guys? Where-..? Where’s Sari?”
Well… I could have gone a lot worse with this.
Shocking, I know!
But Wheeljack could have not escaped, and been stuck on the ship until Shockwave joined the party. That would have been… just great.
But there was a lot going on and Wheeljack is a master escape-artist, so this particular situation didn’t seem hopeless. Escape was likely.
Even if I did end-up making this escape “dumb luck”, just to keep you on your toes.
However, if he was still on the ship after it had transwarped away from Earth for the final time?
Wheeljack would’ve been shit outta luck.
And imagine the guilt the TFA Crew would have felt, knowing that—to save Earth and Cybertron without hurting Sari—they had to send their injured friend warping around space randomly with two Decepticons possibly forever.
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Of course, it wouldn’t have actually been forever. The warping stops and “Endgame” happens, and the moon crew probably would have rescued their Wrecker when they came for Arcee and Omega Supreme. But Wheeljack would have been in seriously rough shape at that point.
You thought how I wrote the Transwarped Arc put this poor guy through the wringer? That would’ve been nothing. He would’ve been trapped for months, maybe even a whole year—stuck in a cell, then threatened with experimentation once Shockwave showed up. The only thing protecting him from a lab-table and head-games would be the fact that Megatron would likely prioritize and want his master-plan enacted first.
TFP Wheeljack, returning after all of this: *forced smile, hiding real pain*
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TFA Ratchet: *quietly* Yeah, he needs ALL of the therapy.
And think about what Wheeljack would miss.
The Transwarped Arc—Sari’s discovery and upgrade, Bumblebee’s disappearance and injury, Optimus’s terrible decision, Ratchet’s grief, Bulkhead’s injury. The “jam session” where he would’ve gotten to speak his mind.
Wasp’s return and mutation, Blackarachnia’s schemes and disappearance, the Jettwins, the fall of Ultra Magnus and rise of Sentinel, Prowl avenging his fallen teacher, Soundwave’s evil plan at Christmas—all of that, missed.
And how much more evil would it have been to have Simulation!Wheeljack?
To have hope given and torn away?
Talks that never happened. Presents sitting wrapped in a corner after the tree was taken down, waiting to be unwrapped.
Sari would have been physically a child the last time Wheeljack saw her. When he came back, he would see how the poor girl was quite literally forced to grow-up much too soon.
And the last time he would’ve seen Prowl would have either been in the mine.
They wouldn’t have had their talk in “Lessons Learned”, or Christmas.
Now, that would’ve been cruel.
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i-want-a-bagel · 4 months
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i am not well enough mentally to keep being shown dead decomposing babies and children on all social media apps
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By the way, just because it's pride month doesn't mean you need to come out!! There's a lot of reasons to be in the closet and never feel guilty about the reasons. Especially if it's for safety, your well being is incredibly important. You are still living your truth to yourself, and honestly no one else is owed that explanation.
I know that pressure to come out and be open about your identity no matter the consequences, it's not always worth it. Your truth will still be there in safety.
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stickandthorn · 2 years
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Did I ever or will ever watch Supernatural? No. Do I take a deep and undying enjoyment from watching the Misha Collins Bisexualization and then Debisexualization? Yes. Yes so much so. This is like sports to me.
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spishidden · 8 months
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What about BTS for the kids 👁️👁️
I bet all the kids have a favourite BTS album
Oh bet.
Nightshade loves MAP OF THE SOUL: 7. They are truly an album explorer. I think this goes for any artist not just Kpop. When they discover an artist they think is cool they will consume everything in their discography there is to offer. MAP OF THE SOUL: 7 was a calculated decision.
Hashtag’s favorite is Love Yourself ‘Answer’. It has all her favorite songs that’s rlly it akshsj.
Now Thrash, Twitch, and Jawbreaker I don’t think would be album enjoyers. But they def have a favorite song.
Thrash- Dope. It’s all in the vibes.
Twitch- Run. Reminds her of flying
Jawbreaker- Boy With Luv. He has simple tastes and he is perfectly okay with that.
All that being said they will collectively scream to FAKE LOVE despite not knowing what heartbreak feels like sksnsn. IT’S A BANGER and that’s what matters.
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Queer hc time, for shock treatment, but I’ll put under cut due to my anxiety
To me, the McKinley’s are trans but honestly in a way that you can tell me they’re trans in any way and I’d probably believe you lol
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clonerightsagenda · 2 years
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Everyone wants to do a musical episode because they think they’re “Once More With Feeling”. They’re not though.
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omori-sv-au · 1 year
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I MISSED CHARACTER ASKS NOOOO 😭😭
I’m sorry if you were asked this before but what is everyone’s sexuality’s and pronouns? (Please hero DONT be straight PLEASE)
sunny: gay, he/they
kel: gay, he/him
basil: pansexual, he/they
aubrey: bisexual: she/her
hero: bisexual, he/him
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runningoutofbooks · 1 year
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Have I told y’all that I love Hob Gadling, mistakes and all?
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"Why am I always the 'weirdo'?"
"What can you see?"
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I have been called "weird," "drunkard," "stupid," and "crazy" my whole life. Most of the time, I laugut it off, besides, it is true, except for the drunkard part, of course.
But, there are points where it gets...
too much...
I know, I am a hypocrite, a liar, and a sensitive mother fucker. That's why I don't live my life the same as others. Obviously, this is just my superiority complex talking.
"I don't live my life the same as others." What kind of bullshit is that? I live just as how I see in the world. I am like everyone else. Stuck in a loop. Boring, ain't it?
haha Well then, isn't this sounding like self-pity? Haha well, everyone is like that...
Take two
I want to become an english literature teacher. That is going to be hard because english is not my native language. But everyday, I see other teachers enjoying and dreading what they do.
In this instance, Lee Sunwoo is depressed because he lost someone to another. It is not what you think, unfortunately. What I want to emphasize are these phrases:
"Everyday is the same."
"I'm swept away by the rapids they create, unable to do anything."
Do you know the saying "one man's trash is another man's treasure"? Those words were said in absolute sorrow, but I see it as a beginning of something happy.
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