Never, Ever Stop in the Middle of a Hoedown

not-quite-normal:

So I noticed my Wheatley rough animation makin’ the rounds again (gawrsh you guys are the best <3) and it made me realize that I had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN that I’m working on another one! ;D;  I’m back to working on it again though and it is slowly but surely getting done.  But because I am an idiot and actually forgot about this project I’ve spent so much time on, I think you guys deserve a sneak preview??  Okay sure, that makes sense.  So here is a tiny soundless gif preview:

woo!

Candidate Material (A PM Wheatley shortfic)

waffleguppies:

She had often thought that she had been born at the wrong time, or perhaps in the wrong world.

She felt it every day, like an itch under her skin. She was so much more than the little people around her, somehow, and if only they had not been people- annoyingly aware that they had rights, frustratingly eager to keep them- if only they could have been subjects, with no choice but to do whatever she wanted- oh, the things she could have achieved.

As it was, getting there was half the battle. She felt blessed, in as much as she had any use for the feeling, that she had found Politics- or rather, like Kekulé’s ouroboros or Watson’s stairways, Politics had found her.

Politics was all about people. The word even meant ‘people,’ in a way- people as citizens, people as part of the massive hivemind organism of a town or a city or a country or a planet. Huge, complicated, and oh-so-comfortingly stupid.

She loved people.

She loved making them dance.

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