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         ayy so i’ve moved wheatley to a new blog - it’s a wip placeholder theme & everything so far but i’ll be keeping all the relationships he built in citta, just moving them to the new group! if you’re still affiliated with citta, please don’t follow me there. i’ll be continuing some threads from citta, but for the most part it’s a clean slate activity-wise.

         for my indie friends, nothing has changed but my url! we’ll still have any relationships we built and i will be continuing most threads with you as well if you’re still interested in following me. if not, then i had a wonderful time interacting with you while it lasted!

Please help if you’re able by donating to the following link. We really need it as entire towns and millions ended up with nothing after the disaster.

https://www.gofundme.com/guatevolcano2018

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“i didn’t like being in space much.” he remarked, sadly, leaning his head against wheatley. he assumes they are friends. after all they went to space together. “i like to look at space. space is prettier from earth.”

         ever since rick showed up, wheatley had been hoping that the other cores wouldn’t follow suit; it had apparently been only a matter of time until space core managed to find his way into the city, too. at least he was...noticeably less enthusiastic about space, this time around. being in it, at least.

           “ picked up on that, did you? wasn’t obvious enough the first week we were there? ” wheatley grumbled, either unaware of the core’s head leaning against him or uncaring. he didn’t consider them friends - he didn’t consider any of the corrupted cores his friends when their idiotic rambling still lingered in his mind- which he’d interpreted as a personal insult, and still did.