#bluewheatfields

@bluewheatfields

Opportunities for Harold rarely came around, and whenever they did, he rarely took them. After all, he never thought he was deserving of them. He found some contentment in his life sentence, knowing that he was currently repenting for what was committed decades ago. He never liked change or testing boundaries---but this, this was new.

It had been another uneventful day on the Lor. Or maybe another uneventful night. It was hard to tell the difference, being so far from any discernible star system. Magolor was growing bored out of his mind, with not much to do outside of floating around space. He had definitely thought about going back to Planet Pop Star or Halcandra, but after everything that had happened, there wasn’t much need for him in either of those places. For all he knew, he might have even been an outlaw. So for the time being, he was just going as far as his ship and resources could take him.

A few moments later, something showed up with a ping on the radar. Jumping back, Magolor looked up to see that a small, metal object had been spotted near the ship.

“Probably just more space junk…” he said to himself.

Nonetheless, he took a closer look at it. Upon further inspection, the object appeared to be a small white sphere, with two handles above and below what appeared to be an electric yellow-orange eyeball. Confused, yet intrigued, Magolor decided to take it into the ship to see what it was for himself.

After bringing the sphere into the Lor, Magolor was almost starting to wish he hadn’t. It was capable of talking, which he didn’t expect. However, it only seemed to be capable of talking about the same thing over and over and over again, in the same mile-a-minute monotone robot voice, occasionally changing pitch to emphasize the urgency of what it was saying.

“Ship. On a ship. Going on a ship.” said the sphere, for maybe the 6th time.

“Yeah, I got that.” Magolor responded.

“Wanna go home. Wanna go to Earth. Don’t like space.”

“Got that, too.”

“Hey. Hey mister. Where we goin’? Earth. Gotta go to Earth. Gotta go home.”

“Well, we weren’t going anywhere until-”

“Earth. Trees. Mountains. Dirt. Mount Everest. Grand Canyon.”

“What even are you? And where IS Earth, anyway?!” Magolor was getting impatient, but at the same time this did present a possible destination for the two of them. Which was something, and better than floating around aimlessly, Magolor supposed.

Just as suddenly as the sphere had popped up, another notification appeared on the radar. This time, though, it seemed to be a portal. The portal must have shown up sometime after the Earth-obsessed sphere came aboard. Magolor was getting ready to jump away, as random portals were generally bad news. Before he did, however, he decided to at least check where it would lead. As soon as the exit coordinates came up on screen…

“Wait. WAAAAIT. Wait. Wait. Wait. Earth. Coordinates. Earth. Home. Wanna go home. Gonna go to Earth. Gonna go home.”

“Is… Is it really…? Those coordinates, that’s your home?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” The sphere kept repeating the word for a while, then moved back to Earth, and Home, and how desperately it wanted to go there.

After happening upon this sphere by pure chance, and now this portal that seemed to lead exactly where it wanted to go, the entire universe seemed to be pushing Magolor to go inside at this point. Looking up the coordinates, they seemed to be a spot on a relatively small planet in a relatively small galaxy in a very remote part of the universe. At the very least, there wouldn’t be anything that could attack him. And, he might be able to get rid of the sphere. If something went wrong, he could always turn around and head back with the ship’s own portal devices. But he had to make a decision fast. The new portal wouldn’t be open much longer.

“Portal. Heading home. Heading through a portal.”

“Pure poetry.” Magolor muttered.

Now it was obvious. The portal really was the only way out of this mess, and they were going straight through it. And if Magolor ever came to regret this decision? Well… Worse things had happened.

The Lor Starcutter sailed through the portal into the unknown.

(there’s some wheatley jokes in here that aren’t exclusively tallness/work for core wheatley as well) 

SO GET FUCKIN READY)) 

A lazy sunday afternoon, the first of in a very long time, just outside the treehouse. the half breed sprawled out on large picnic blanket, her fur blowing ever so slightly in the light breeze, as she sighed a happy sigh. laughter of her youngest children sounded not too far away as they played catch.

Getting uncomfortable in her belly down position, Vick stood up, stretching towards the bright blue sky. A sigh was released, as her old joints gave a pop and crackle. Getting old, even when you don’t age that quickly at all, takes its toll on everyone. She turned to the four children, seeming to play keep away in teams of two, and barely had time to react as one of them shouted and hurled the ball in her direction.

So they think they can catch their mama off guard, eh? she thought to her self, instantly in position to move. time seemed to slow down as the ball made it’s way through the air. I don’t think so kiddos.

“I got it!” the mother shouted, going into a slight sprint jump into the air. However as she snagged the ball, bracing for impact to the ground, she was not greeted with the feeling of the soft green grass of her home. No, instead she was met with a hard, moon white surface with a bit of texture to it. “... okay, ow.”

Since Bruce in no way an engineer in my turnedhuman!verse, someone with a deeper background in engineering, mechanics, and intricate work is the one to put the mobile treads on Wheatley in possibly upcoming scenes in the thread between @bluewheatfields and me. I mean, Wheatley’s gotta move somehow, and being without a management rail would make any lil’ personality core crazy. But it’s a good thing that Bruce knows someone for the job. That someone is 80-year old auto repair shop manager Joan Joyce who has a talent for tinkering and complicated mechanics which she does both inside and outside her job. She’s tough as nails at work, but has a gentle heart and always loves to take on new challenges. 

Her design is partially inspired by Mad Max’s costume designer, Jenny Beavan.