PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
Jules of Nature
ojovivo
Cosimo Galluzzi
Love Begins
DEAR READER
★
art blog(derogatory)
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
Andulka
macklin celebrini has autism
Kiana Khansmith
No title available
Keni
KIROKAZE
Discoholic 🪩
⁂
seen from South Africa
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@serendipitouscontaminant
YOU!!!!! ALL OF YOUR ABBOTT FICS ARE SO AWESOME AND PEAK!!!!!!!!!!
i binge read all of them this evening and i love love LOVE how you characterized all of them, especially Jacob and Gregory. I cant even verbalize everything I felt reading them. you're a great writer!!
Aw, thank you so much!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Thunderbolts (Movie 2025), Ant-Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robert "Bob" Reynolds & Ava Starr, Bill Foster & Ava Starr Characters: Ava Starr, Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel) Additional Tags: Stream of Consciousness, Mental Health Issues, Dissociation, Ava Starr Has Chronic Pain, Molecular Disequilibrium, Memory Issues, Thunderbolts Team Members as Family (Marvel), Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Movie: Thunderbolts (2025), Ava Starr-centric Summary: Ava wakes up in an unfamiliar-familiar place, brain all pulled apart, and she’s not alone. That last bit is okay, though.
[Podfic] Stranger Danger - Abbott Elementary
Podfic of telm_393's (@serendipitouscontaminant on tumblr) fic of the same title.
In s1e3, when SecUnit’s watching Strife in the Galaxy and doesn’t respond to a question, Mensah goes mom-mode and uses its full name. she says, “SecurityUnit”
Yes she DOES.
Hi my name is Murderbot SecUnit Eden Security Consultant Rin and I have guns built into my arms and am a heartless killing machine (that's how I got my name) with hair that is definitely a color and eyes that are also probably a color and a lot of people tell me I look like Flight Commander Kogi (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to anyone because I am a bot construct but if I was I wouldn’t care if they were hot or not because sex is gross. I'm a SecUnit but my governor module is hacked and broken. I have vat-grown skin that I never describe the color of because I don’t care. I'm also a security consultant, and I go to a sentient university transport called Asshole Research Transport (Perihelion) in Pansystem University of Mihira and New Tideland where I'm in the ??? year (I'm indeterminate age because it’s confusing. do you count from my assembly date? or my last memory wipe? who fucking knows). I'm a SecUnit (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly clothes with pockets. I love Sanctuary Moon and I get all my ideas from there.
OOOH, forced to uncover past trauma for Murderbot (both the show/character lol, I’d like the character to be the one to be forced to uncover past trauma)
(TW: flashbacks, PTSD, very vaguely implied past child harm)
--
With some help from (mostly) Bharadwaj, I was starting to learn to recognize the signs of an incoming organic-memory dump. Sometimes I just shut down, and that was ... yeah, that was horrible. But, in its own way, it was easier than the other kind. The organics went haywire in even more unpredictable ways, because I didn't shut down entirely, I just got really aware of them, and they did ... things. My whole body could start shaking, for example. I didn't like that. Or I felt feelings that made me feel like things in my body were getting tight or cramping in places I didn't have. It was weird and awful. I liked to go be by myself and just let it happen if it was going to.
Sometimes I could tell what was going to set them off and remove myself from the situation without making a big deal about it. (I know, look at me being sensible and all.) But this time, it came completely out of nowhere. I didn't even know what set it off was something that would make anyone's organics misfire.
I was out in the main Preservation mall biome with a few of my humans (Ratthi, Arada, and Gurathin) because there was a live human music event that all three of them were interested in. Everyone else was either off station or didn't care (Pin-Lee). There weren't live events on the station very often, and even though I didn't know this human performer, who was from offworld, I thought it would be interesting. Ratthi had asked me if I wanted to go, but I had already been wondering if I could just show up. It turned out that I could have. It wasn't like CR events, with wristbands and crowd control. On Preservation you could just come if you wanted to. (Though I noticed a few recognizable members of station security hanging around, so they did have some fairly discreet crowd control, but whatever.)
The performer, who went by the name of AfterTwelve, was from a fringe world of the CR and I guess they were a pretty big deal, because most of the humans around me screamed and jumped up and down a lot. (As for mine: Ratthi did; Arada did; Gurathin simply lurked.) The performer had their own security who handed out small illuminated hand items that we were supposed to hold up during some of the songs. I didn't think holding my arm above my head and waving back and forth a small electric light-up tube would be any fun at all, but it turned out that, when a few hundred other humans were doing it, it was actually pretty interesting.
On the stage, the performer's support staff set off sparkly detonations. This was a little startling, and I noticed my humans looking at me, but it wasn't too weird or alarming at all. It was colorful. I liked it.
And then It happened.
A small human started screaming near me. This wasn't even weird! I have been around small humans before. They're unavoidable on Preservation. But something about the way they were crying, that shrill piercing panicked shriek, seemed to go straight through my organics in an absolutely horrible way.
For a moment, I was standing on a concourse on a station I didn't remember at all. This had to be a memory that had been erased, an echo of something lingering in my organics that had never been unlocked until now. There were humans around me, and other SecUnits, and there was an adult human cringing in front of me and blood on the concourse and somewhere a young human was screaming at the top of its lungs and it was horrible and it sounded just like that --
I didn't even realize I had moved. In fact, apparently what I had done was leap twenty feet backwards until my back slammed into a low wall at the edge of the biome and then I sank down to curl up with my arms around my knees, and I was making noises.
My humans were nearby. That was the first thing that came back. They had all three moved around me, in a sort of cordon, as if they were blocking out other humans, which I guess they were. I finally uncurled enough to look up and found that Gurathin was arguing with one of the station security people, belligerent and halfway curled around himself but absolutely furious. Ratthi was kneeling beside me, asking me something. I said something back, I don't know what. Arada vanished, but before I could get alarmed, she reappeared, carrying her jacket, which she had left behind on a chair. She draped it over my shoulders.
If there were any threats, I was absolutely useless for security purposes, so I started trying to pull myself together. Arada asked me a question and then touched me cautiously, her hands darting against me, trying to urge me to my feet. All my organics were cramping and shivering. It was really awful.
Gurathin disappeared off someplace. (Useless. Stay with the group, idiot!) Ratthi and Arada moved on either side of me, and Ratthi said softly, "My place?" and the next thing I knew, I was inside and everything was abruptly quiet as the door closed behind us, shutting out the station and concert noise.
There was a brief silence during which I tried to get my shivering organics under control. "You can go back," I managed to say, more or less normally.
"No, we don't -- was it the fireworks?" Ratthi asked anxiously. "We thought it'd be okay. I mean, I didn't even think about it. I didn't know they'd do that." Arada was nodding.
"No," I said. "It wasn't the fireworks." All I had now of those incredibly vivid images were faint echoes, blurry and slushy in the way organic memories usually were. I didn't know how something could be dumped into my memory so clearly and then vanish. I purged the last 15 minutes of my digital memory just to be on the safe side, even though it erased some of the concert.
Arada touched my shoulder lightly, hesitated with her fingers hovering just a little off my arm, and when I didn't object, guided me to sit on the couch.
"Do SecUnits drink tea?" Ratthi asked, so quietly he probably thought I couldn't hear him.
"No," I said. I became aware that I had pulled my knees up and I was holding them. Every noise seemed to make me twitch. I didn't like it, but I was also aware that if I was in an unsafe place, it would be worse: I would be having to stand up and watch for danger. The fact that I wasn't having to do that at the moment that was ... something.
Arada brought a blanket from the bedroom and draped it over me. I pulled it around myself. That was helpful. I stroked my fingers across the edges. I was actively working on my neurotransmitters using some things that Bharadwaj had showed me, and it was helping.
The door opened suddenly. I jumped halfway off the couch, nearly kicking Ratthi in the head, as he'd started to sit down near me. "Ack!" he said.
"Sorry! It's me." Gurathin came in and closed the door. He was carrying something about the size of one of my drones, which he put on the table while I slowly settled back on the couch.
"What's that?" Arada asked.
"This is a livestream pod," he said. It was evident that Ratthi and Arada didn't understand. "They're a CR performer, so you have to pay for these pods, and you can stream the concert from them. You, uh --" He looked at me. "You seemed to be enjoying it, so I bought this, and I got the replay upgrade too, so you can listen to it again if you like."
He pushed a button on the side. I didn't have the heart to tell him that some of my drones were still watching and recording the concert for me to watch later (with small human noises edited out). But then suddenly the image of the singer sprang into life above the table, and I fell quiet.
Actually, this was really neat.
The concert filled the whole room, colorful sparks wheeling around the corners, the singer in the center and their band around them.
Ratthi settled beside me on the couch, and Arada sat at my feet. Gurathin got himself a drink from Ratthi's kitchen and sat with his back against the door, which I couldn't help thinking was like he was setting himself up as some kind of guard. Not that he could do anything I couldn't. But it was kind of nice, my humans all around me and no one else, and the music absolutely filling the space. I didn't even know concerts could be like this.
The concert filled Ratthi's apartment up completely, and we all watched it until the very end.
Murderbot + text posts [9/∞]
its thinking about how it looks like a character in its media
Murderbot + Onion Headlines [12/?]
For reasons (tm) I needed to compare the difference between
% Performance Reliability - physical assessment, reflects damage
BUT if its ALREADY INJURED and experiencing emotional stress, the performance reliability will be the one to lower (80% down to 78% when forced to wear a human uniform)
% Efficiency - emotional/software only, when it is at optimal physical status but having wavering emotions this is what lowers e.g. Gurathin interrogation (97%) and Leebeebee kissing it (97% down to 93%).
It never seems to exceed a 97% but gets down to 0% and below multiple times!
i’m like if a writer did not write and did other things instead
gift for new tideland re: discussion about PresAux peppering (mind wiped govmod traumatised recently beaten) SecUnit with questions as soon as its in front of them
The most awkward travelexperience in recorded history, as recounted in 'Galactic Hot Ones', was had by actor Eknie Jef Chem, when,
during a cross-planet 6 hour shuttle-flight, their seatneighbour at first seemed panicked to sit next to them(Chem tries not to be insulted),
requested to sit somewhere else (no other seats were avaiable),
proceeded to ignore Chem for hours (they're pretty sure the neighbour didn't move at all, just stared straight ahead),
until Chem realised that the audio-hallucination they kept having was in fact the neighbour humming the theme from The Rise And Fall Of Sanctuary Moon in a barely audible frequenzy (Chem is still glad to have been on the show, and despite having moved on to bigger things, is still on good terms with a lot of the crew. They'd be there for a limited time revival),
and so Chem thought, okay, just a weird fan, and when they got ready to disembark( the neighbour did not move out of the way),
they turned to the neighbour and said:"Boldness is all", figuring it would make someones day (might even go a little viral, who knows).
The neighbour then got up, headed straight for the emergency exit, ripped it open (which triggered an alarm),
jumped out (at least 6 meters) and sprinted away across the landing zone (got hit by a cargo-truck, kept running).
they're the same
(and they're not sexbots)
Poor Murderbot pinging the other SecUnits for help during the almost acid bath scene. It is so scared!!!
So I love comedy. I think it’s amazing. I think it’s way harder than it looks and I love seeing people do comedy well, especially when the pathos is sprinkled in deftly, which it tends to be. A comedy often is able to do excellent heartwrenching and thoughtful moments that are deeply impactful, and the context of the genre those impactful moments are nestled in actually makes them more impactful to me. I think comedy as a genre and an art is devalued.
Anyway, the Murderbot TV show is a comedy—a sci-fi action comedy, decidedly not a sitcom in spite of its runtime, but a comedy nonetheless—and I cannot relate to the people who don’t like that.
THAT SAID, I think that one of the most effective choices it made, and one that it would not have been able to make without having set a certain tone over the previous nine episodes, was making the finale not a comedy. Because it’s not a comedy. It’s a totally different thing, and it’s beautiful, and it’s more impactful because the other episodes were essentially a different genre tonally. I think that change was an incredibly interesting and inspired choice, especially because a big part of the reason it wasn’t a comedy was because of the lack of Murderbot’s narration and offbeat personality. Even when its narration is back, it’s still slow and subdued, traumatized, frightened, confused. It only underlines its bravery in leaving.
It shows the absolute grayness and misery of Murderbot’s enslavement, the extreme violations of its personhood that it has endured for its entire life. Murderbot’s not funny anymore, it doesn’t have that chance, they took it away and it hasn’t had time to piece its personality back into what it is, what we know it already was from the very first episode of the series where we see it already snarking in its head.
Anyway. I’m obsessed.
