Misadventures

Back after a trillion year hiatus.| Chaotic neutral rogue.| Fandom Eldritch Horror | Genderqueer, he/they | Currently: Sherlock & Co., Murderbot Diaries,

[art-of-a-space-duck]

A little doodle I made at work that I decided to turn into a full picture.

[lakemojave]

You don't like New Yawk? 🗽? Bada Bing?

[iamoutofideas]

no 🛩️

[transmechanicus]

anotha one🛩️

[immortal-ideation]

platform decay fanart

had a very vivid picture in my imagination of what MB's borrowed jacket looked like. i cant tell if the rest of its outfit is accurate bcus i didnt put too much effort into remembering those details 😭

anyway.

close-ups below the cut

[katamine01]

From panicking at proximity … to initiating (and even enjoying?) touch

[freak-motion]

when the platform is decaying...

[celluloidbroomcloset]

Happy Pride to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, who terrorized the Caribbean for three months then folded like a deck chair when his boyfriend said “I love your chin, naked or otherwise.”

[icytwaine]

Quick practice, playing around with camera/compostion, sorry for drawing you on Hell Plague Planet, MB 😔

[razielim]

stupid new theory: murderbot has tons of beef with cargo and hauler bots but not any other bot type bc it got its shit wrecked by a bunch of those guys at ganaka pit. the inorganic memory was purged but the organic body keeps the score 😌

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

really fond of the idea that the adjustments murderbot made to its appearance for this mission made it look more a member of mensah's family

ID below the cut (copied from alt)

ID: Digital art of Mensah, Amena, and ART helping Murderbot bleach its hair. Amena is stood behind Murderbot's chair, applying bleach into foils with a brush and smiling. An arrow pointing to her says, "called in as hair expert." Murderbot has its eyes closed behind the foils and an arrow pointing to it says, "all sensory input (except drones) off, watching Sanctuary Moon." Overhead a representation of ART watches the process with an arrow pointing to it saying, "supervising." Standing to the side, Mensah is reading the back of a box of bleach over her glasses, frowning. An arrow pointing to her says, "invited to help to distract from panic attack."

Digital art of Murderbot holding Sofi aboard a busy public transport vehicle. Its hair is bleached to the same lighter brown as Sofi and Mensah, and has a curly texture. It is wearing a red patterned shawl knitted in the same style as Sofi's rainbow sweater. Sofi is loosely holding on to Murderbot's neck and looking around nervously, while Murderbot easily holds her in one arm, looking in the other direction. In the background, a digital display can be seen reading, "Next stop:" but is then cut off. /end ID

[cheshireinthemiddle]

Oh, this definitely belongs on Tumblr.

[thesplendidsnout]

From the Nib, by Mattie Lubchansky

[trickstertime]

Huh? What's this?? Something is on this 5c coin???

ENHANCE

[victusinveritas]

[razielim]

do you ever think about... murderbot... and its love of children... and how children naturally welcome it in a way older humans don't? the way teenagers are slower than children but far faster than adults to see it fully as a person and warm to it as soon as they realize how much safer they are in its presence?

do you think about how amena, sofi, and the others will someday be full adults? and mensah and the rest of team presaux will be gone? and murderbot will be surrounded by humans who have loved and cherished it seemingly their whole lives? how it'll be surrounded by humans, both in mensah's family and across preservation and the university in general, who don't remember what life was like before their first encounter with a secunit?

do you think about how someday some of these adults who love it will have their own children? and it will see that first gross little bundle of human offspring and be shocked by the size and frailty? it'll resist offers to hold the baby for fear of hurting something so small and frail (and also some other fear it can't name) (and also: gross). but eventually... something will happen and it will oblige and hold a baby for the first time in its whole existence while the parents run around dealing with whatever emergency. and it'll be absolutely rooted to the spot, thinking about how the baby is actually a bit heavier than it had guessed, thinking about how there isn't even any ROOM for bones in such a small body, thinking about how the baby looks doubtful and a little scared of it. until one of the human adults sweeps by and recommends that it smile and coo at the baby. well, it's not sure about "cooing" but it does get woken from its fearful stupor and hurriedly ups its body temperature, softly bounces the baby like it had seen humans do, and smiles — nervously, but it counts. and the baby... melts. the small little mouth and brows and eyes all slip into a delighted chubby-cheeked smile, still looking up into its eyes. and murderbot thinks, okay, maybe i'll try cooing. do you think about that?

do you think about how someday amena and sofi and the others will be known as nannas and grandpersons themselves, and murderbot will still be beset by children who want to watch shows with it and curl up against its chest when they're sad or hurt? and how sofi can still be found napping on its shoulder, though now she has more wrinkles on her face than naja ever had? and how amena's still bothering it for details about its relationships, anxious to see it loved and cared for after she and her siblings are gone?

do you think about how someday murderbot and its creaky old joints and worn ports are only still functioning because of a dedicated team of university researchers who'd put in thousands of hours into determining how to not let living construct consciousnesses become trapped in failing bodies and developed a protocol for training future researchers in proper construct geriatric care? and can you picture how it will have a few dozen children gathered around it at a cultural festival — their families camping in and around the ancestral home, together once again for the holiday — all those tiny voices clamoring to once more hear the story of how it and their great great great great greatnan amena defeated the aliens and saved the colonists, and could they pretty pretty please meet ART the next time it docks at preservation station?

do you think about how the children it loves growing up to become adults would never take away how safe and comfortable it feels around them?

[princesssokphanny]

A once-in-a-lifetime shot — the moon perfectly framed by a rainbow. Caught at just the right time. 🌈 🌕

[kedreeva]

Sourcing the photos as taken by Mark Ham on Instagram, according to one of the replies.

[leebrontide]

Happy Pride month to the moon

[bitchycode]

“as fuck” is my favorite unit of measurement

[atomikats]

my personal take on the matter

[veritymoon]

finished platform decay and while it wasn’t perfect, i am a big fan of a) murderbot interacting with kids and b) the new hair so here’s a super quick color study thing of mb and the kids