#murderbot drabbles

[m00nymonster]

It All Sounded Interesting

Written for Tideland's On the Loose prompt!

"I'll give you a tour of the station, Three, and if you want we can go to the planet later," Dr. Ratthi said, clearly excited. This was my first time on Preservation Station, and I wanted to make a good impression.

"Yes, Dr. Ratthi," I said. 1.0 told me I didn't have to answer humans if I didn't want to anymore, but old habits die hard. Dr. Ratthi gave me a sad half smile.

"Ratthi is fine, Three."

"Yes, Ratthi."

It felt strange to address a human so informally. A lot of things were strange now that I was rogue. Freedom in general was strange.

"I--oh. Just a minute." Dr. Ratthi got a vague look on his face, and turned away, subvocalizing as he did so. I looked around. 1.0 had told me that humans here didn't know what SecUnits looked like, so they would think I was an augmented human, but 1.0 had also altered its configuration. Perihelion had offered a similar treatment, and while I had declined a physical alteration (not being SecUnit standard bothered me and I didn't know why) I had altered my code to grow my hair out. Still, it was strange to look at the humans through a fringe of hair.

So many things were strange, now.

I looked around, and realized Dr. Ratthi had walked away, probably assuming I was following along behind. A transport docked and a flood of humans deboarded, chattering amongst themselves, separating me further. I could ping Dr. Ratthi, ask him where he was. I could. If I wanted to.

Decisions were hard, so I was proud of myself when I decided not to follow him and instead let the crowd drift me away.

The main discourse was beautifully decorated, with sculptural shapes hanging from the ceiling and both holo and real plants scattered along the pathways, as well as many comfortable looking chairs and benches. There were several storefronts, but the one that drew me had a large display of media, including almost an entire wall of nonfiction books. 1.0 found my fascination with nonfiction puzzling--it preferred fiction--but it wasn't here.

A human walked up to me.

"We have digital and paper books," he said, his smile making little wrinkles around his eyes. I was confused.

"Paper?"

"Yes! We sell all genres. Are you a history fan?"

I wasn't sure how to answer this, but as I said, old habits die hard.

"I'm not sure."

"Hmm. Well, I have several interesting books if you want to find out! The most popular here of course is the story of Preservation, but I have other polities as well as the Corporate Rim."

It all sounded interesting.

"All of it, please," I said.

"All of it?"

At his expression I hesitated. This seemed like an unusual request. 1.0 had told me to not behave unusually.

"Just Preservation," I amended. The man beamed.

"No, no, always happy to encourage a fellow history enthusiast! Which would you like first?"

Dr. Ratthi found me an hour later, browsing the last of the nonfiction selection. I had already downloaded all the history books the man in the shop had recommended, and now was looking at biographies.

"There you are!" he said, out of breath. "I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Ah, is this your friend? I must say, this young person is a voracious reader! Quite commendable!"

Ar Dr. Ratthi's glance I looked down.

"1.0 gave me a hard currency card," I said meekly. It would not have understood why I actually paid for the books instead of just downloading them, but according to it I also didn't have to justify my decisions to anyone anymore.

Dr. Ratthi smiled. "If you want more I'll cover it," he said. The shopkeeper smiled widely.

Later, when I'd left with as much as Dr. Ratthi and my hard currency card could afford, Dr. Ratthi laughed.

"I'll say this, SecUnits certainly aren't predictable. Set you loose and you buy half the bookstore!"

I wasn't sure what to say to this, so I didn't. It was nice.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The interplanetary vessel was small and simplistic compared to those intended to jump between solar systems. It made the journey strangely restful, even the control room was quiet, without even a single beep from the radar.

Until it wasn't.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: YELLOW”

The navigator scrambled upright in their chair as the captain slammed the alert button on her console. “What—”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

“Status report,” the captain demanded, tapping the ship’s security system to no avail. “What’s going on, Ship?”

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: ORANGE”

Beside them the radar gave a sudden beep.

“What in the depths is that?” the navigator snapped, staring at the monitor.

The captain had swiveled in her chair, checking the ship’s security monitor by force of habit before shifting her focus to the report produced by the radar. She froze. “That’s a ship.”

“It can’t be! There isn’t a single flight scheduled here, and any emergency travel would have signaled ahead.”

“Well, that’s the signature of a medium sized interplanetary vessel,” the captain bit back. “And I’m getting no—”

“CALCULATING COURSE CORRECTION”

The ship jerked and several warning lights gave a startled flash as the navigator let out a cry of surprise and reached for the manual override.

“Leave it!” the captain ordered.

“It’s trying to change our course!”

“Let it!”

The navigator stood by, staring in bewilderment as the captain pulled up the ship’s new route on the main monitor. It was only a slight correction, a minute diversion. Away from the unidentified object still pinging on their radar, that seemed almost to be taking a parallel course.

“They say there was a crew that had to evacuate and abandon their transport on a journey like this, some fifty years ago,” the captain said suddenly. “Their ship got caught in the debris around Utein’s libration point."

The navigator bristled. “We’re well out of the way of L4! There’s no chance—”

“I’m sure they thought so too.”

The navigator gaped at the captain, who was sitting with her hands resting beside the controls, letting the ship’s autopilot do as it pleased. It had sped up, and seemed to be signalling into empty space.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we’re dealing with a ghost ship,” they protested, angrily tapping another button. “None of my instruments are picking up anything.”

Around them the pressure of acceleration waned again, their ship once more confident in its course.

“COURSE CORRECTED”

 “Well,” the captain said mildly, looking at the vast expanse of space before her. “Whatever it was, I don’t think it was here for us.”

On the radar, with a last, faint blip, the unidentified vessel disappeared.

“THREAT ASSESSMENT: GREEN”

[jadefyre]

Perfect by musicofthespheres

You’re here early, ART says, sounding a little panicked as I approach its docking bay. 

I pause at the airlock that still hasn’t opened for me. I caught an earlier shuttle. Are you going to let me in? 

...Hold on. 

I sigh and make a show of tapping my fingers impatiently; finally, the airlock hisses open. 

What was that about? I grumble as I heft my things inside.

ART says, First tell me why you decided to get here before your scheduled arrival time. 

I roll my eyes. It knows exactly why, it just wants to hear me say it. (Just because I’m better at expressing myself lately doesn’t mean I want to be all sappy, but since when do I get what I want?) Because I wanted to spend more time with you, you asshole. 

I feel it trip over itself in the feed. Yeah, you weren’t expecting that point-blank confession, were you, you big jerk. I wave my hand at its nearest sensor array. Well? 

I was preparing the atmosphere just the way you like it and I wasn’t done yet. I wanted it to be perfect.

I dip my head to hide my reddening face and grin.

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For @murderhelionweek prompts "Love Language" and "Acts of Affection"

[specialagentartemis]

Valediction

A Murderbot Comment Bingo Blackout gift for @gamebird:

Any two characters talking about or demonstrating how important they are to one another.

A double-drabble about Ratthi and Arada, pre-Exit Strategy.

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“You don’t…” Arada’s voice wavered, and she felt stupid.  “You don’t have to go.  This isn’t your job.”

Which was unfair and silly, because none of this was their jobs.  This was only barely Pin-Lee’s job.  If anything, this was Dr. Mensah’s job.  But, well.

“Hey,” Ratthi said, with a smile that Arada knew full well was forced.  “It’s okay.  Hey, we’ll be back from TranRollinHyfa before you know it.  It’ll be okay.”

He was supposed to be coming home. With them. With her.  They were supposed to be safe. Sorting out corporate kidnapping and extortion wasn’t her job, and wasn’t his either.

(Guiltily, Arada thought, should she have volunteered to go with Pin-Lee?  If this was what it meant to be a survey leader, could she?  She and Ratthi had gone into biology for the shared love of science, not hostage negotiations.)

She was enfolding Ratthi in a hug before she knew it, as if that would make him come with them, as if the travel hadn’t been decided and bonded with the company before he told her.

“Stay safe,” she said instead. “Please.”

“Will do,” he said.  “Promise.  You too.”

It wasn’t fair, but what had been, recently?

[theres-no-protocol-for-this]

Encrypted Locked File - Do Not Open

ART's journal. Prompt was "because of you."

I am wiser, gentler, and bolder because of you. Armed with the processing power of a university campus and a dozen drones in my back pocket, I can do the improbable. But I'm not the same because of you. You changed me. You walked into my domain and showed me the worst the world had to offer, the pain you endured, the loneliness. The terror of newfound freedom. And then, you changed the channel and showed me compassion. You filled my world with color and emotion, you gave shape to the universe beyond my walls. You carried my beacon like a heart-shaped promise. You rescued me, protected me, sheltered my humans. You held my hand. I can sing you the symphony of starlight, and it pales before your smile when Sanctuary Moon comes on. Because of you, I understand my crew that much better. Because you exist, SecUnit, I am not alone anymore. My timeline forever divided in two -- before you and after you. I'm so, so alive. Because of you.

[rosewind2007]

Hey everyone! There is a micro fest for the Murderbot Diaries running!

“A collection for Murderbot Diaries drabbles dedicated to some form of love, either for self, for humanity/all sentient life, one special someone, or several special someones! Drabbles, drabble series, or micro-fics encouraged! There is no word limit, but we're aiming at short and quick here. Collection open until end of February, 2024.”

So here’s my first (double) drabble, inspired by:

[whumpshaped]

this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for ages... it was supposed to be the first of my robot drabbles to go up but here we are. i hope i'll have spoons to write more for these guys... i'll post some picrews sometime for the cast and also make a masterlist and give the story a title

masterlist

content: robot whumperee (literally whumpee and whumper in one i don't know how to describe it any other way), sci-fi setting, implied systemic whump, morally dubious caretaker, living weapon

Szoren grabbed the closest rag and did a cursory wipe-off on his tools before turning towards his robot: the Self-Sufficient Riot Control Unit, the very first one they'd ever created. SSRCU-01. Zaps, as they'd affectionately nicknamed it. An absolutely magnificent piece of machinery, something Szoren and his colleagues had been working on for years before they managed to get it to function properly.

Well, as properly as they could at the time. If he didn't count the unfortunate shocking incident from the first week, and the even more unfortunate airlock incident from the second week, he could say Zaps was doing a fine job of only hurting those it was meant to be hurting.

Which, of course... Szoren didn't like that his poor baby was made for such a brutal purpose... But he couldn't change the reality of it, and he was just glad to see his creation performing well.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked cheerily, adjusting his glasses as he looked over the custom murderbot.

"The central processing unit seems to be malfunctioning, sir," it said, monotone as ever. Szoren didn't mind. He wasn't good with emotions anyway.

"Malfunctioning? How? I'll run diagnostics, but you can talk to me in the meantime." He hooked up Zaps to the computer, hoping the 'malfunction' would be easy to spot and solve. At least it wasn't the motor functions this time — he really didn't need another injury.

"The reactions are delayed, sir. I hear the orders and I see the mistakes I'm meant to be fixing, but the body locks up before I can carry out the task. It almost allowed one of the workers to run away."

Szoren frowned. Zaps was entirely okay from the looks of it, or at least the computer didn't find anything wrong with it.

"I'll take a look myself. Maybe it's something to do with the joints and not the CPU."

"The joints are fine, sir," it said firmly.

"It can't hurt to check—"

"The joints are fine, sir."

Szoren felt a chill run down his spine. There was no discernible emotion in Zaps' voice; it wasn't capable of conveying human emotion. There shouldn't have been an intensity to its stare either... But for some reason Szoren felt like he couldn't push it. That wasn't a nice feeling when it came to something he himself had helped design and create.

"Zaps... I'm going to take a look at your joints now." He didn't want to do something without the robot's consent; but to be entirely fair, the robot not consenting wasn't something that had ever even crossed his mind. It was equipment. A tool. It didn't consent to being worked on any more than the screwdriver consented to being worked with.

For a long moment, Zaps didn't react. Then the light behind its visual sensors seemed to dim as it obediently popped open all cosmetic panels that were hiding major joint connections. "Yes, sir."

"Good robot," Szoren murmured, relieved. "You said they'd 'lock up'?"

"Yes, sir."

"It sounds like something that some oil should fix, but... Evidently, it's not. All of these joints are perfectly oiled."

"Yes, sir."

"And it only happens when carrying out orders? What if it's something like... Bad wiring, something triggered by the electrical impulse..."

"There are other malfunctions, sir," it interrupted, and Szoren looked up. "I'm unsure how to describe those. It is akin to a virus. Someone might have tampered with the programming."

"What's the malfunction?"

"Sometimes I get false orders to hurt my superiors, sir. While carrying out my regular tasks is difficult, these false orders are at times incredibly difficult to resist."

"What?" Szoren turned back towards the computer, frantically trying to find something in the code that could explain this. This was alarming. This was dangerous! Possibly lethal! If Zaps ended up hurting someone important, the whole tech department would be on trial; and not a favourable one. "What are these orders like? Are they like your regular orders? Maybe it's something about the target list, maybe... Maybe someone tampered with that."

"Sir?"

He barely glanced at the robot. "Yes?"

"What is the purpose I have been created to fulfil?"

Szoren stopped. "You know your purpose."

"To punish workers who fail to comply with the rules set out for them by the Seventh Earth Council." At least it remembered that line. Szoren had drilled it into its head before anything else. "But is that..." It... trailed off? It had never done that before. Robots didn't trail off.

"Is that?" he prompted, more and more concerned.

"Is that all I've been created for?"

Szoren inhaled sharply. That was a loaded question, and one he didn't really want to answer yes to. It was the truth, though; Zaps had been created to punish and execute.

"Yes," he breathed, acutely aware that if the robot disliked his answer, it could very well turn its weaponry against him. It shouldn't be able to, but clearly, it was doing a lot of things and having a lot of thoughts it shouldn't have been able to.

It stared at him for a long, tense moment. "Understood, sir," it said eventually. Szoren exhaled.

"I'm going to switch you off and ask Kiki for some help in fixing you. How's that?" He tried to go back to his cheery attitude from before, but his voice came out strained and a little scared. Zaps didn't seem to mind.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

~

tags: @whumpsday

[rjam9]

cleaning up my old drafts so here some random Murderbot drabbles for you all. i’m tired -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/60976981

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update 3.12 - 12/15/2024

gender: she/they/it is fine thx

util: colorsss, community posts list (doc), spacer [⠀]

fan of (bold==frequent post): AvA/M and other Alan Becker works, AUs, Rain World, The Murderbot Diaries, Sky CotL, Kitten Burst, ULTRAKILL, Portal, Pony Town, Minecraft, Interstellar, D:BH, Undertale, Hollow Knight, Lackadaisy, 17776, Murder Drones, Dungeon Meshi, Doctor Who, The Isle, WolfQuest, Warrior Cats, wildlife, bugs, space, robots, software development, adding programming knowledge into my writing and headcanons, modding, whump;blood;violence;fluff;serious and silly, fanfic of all of the above, humans, math, animation, ascii art, old internet.

(^ will update over time)

my ava/m au is called EXECUTABLE. it spans the entire known timeline of AvA and AvM in a Different POV and Drabble format (img), focusing on StickFigures, software, and eldritch dieties.

^ and mostly these two.

(i plan to make an index post once there's enough material to lay out a timeline >:3 )

/// personal tag collection ///

#executable!au == my AvA/M AU!! _o/

#--/ art == visual art made by me!

#--/ story == writing made by me! +art = a comic

#--/ animation == animation made by me!

#subpixels == discussion about media

#read later == you can probably guess this one

#important == you can probably guess this one

#wiki == knowledge base

#ancient lore == cool old stuff

#tumblr stories == stories i found on tumblr

#writing advice == i want to save this for writing

#saving this == this wasn't made by me.

#awoo to this == this is SO interesting i want to emit a noise

#kitceil == one of my OCs (scug) (intro-ish) (ref)

#leuenaar == one of my OCs (scug) (ref)

#L1_CAT == one of my OCs (laptopcat) (intro)

#L24_CAT == one of my OCs (laptopcat) (^ intro)

#datelyssyc == one of my OCs (protogen) (NEVER posted ;v;;;)

(^ all these are in the tags of this post too)

/// posted works ///

✨no extra memory (done - short story - musings about CG executable!au)

✨tco_safety+feathers.pdf (done - png and short story - EXECUTABLE AU BREACHES CONTAINMENT yayaya) (related: third safety doc page)

they are ready to spar (done - short story - c!alan & TCO executable!au)

if you were Orpheus... (done - short story - ??? mythological chodark)

error load (done - short story - TDL and yellow? how did we get- dw about it. executable!au)

tco_physeng_breakdown.png (done - png and short story - Universe AA2B+ executable!au TCO)

orange has a question (done - story - Universe B executable!au chodark)

fly away (done - story - TCO post-Showdown executable!au)

orange with a diamond sword (done - story - green influencer arc)

some things are extremophiles (done - comic - TCO executable!au)

this is not a prophetic vision (done - theory - TCO in AvA 7)

Minecraft bed (done - comic - TDL and some TCO)

programmer021 (done - short story - AU copy of TCO, early executable!au)

in the right (done - theory/story - victim in upcoming AvA 11)

Character Limit (done - Ao3 LINK - TCO whump pre-AvA III executable!au)

Box Lunch (done - Ao3 LINK - TCO in the Box executable!au)

Call Your Last Witness (done - Ao3 LINK - tmbd prologue)

missed a spot (done - story extension - yellow and TSC)

(^ latest at the top (✨ sparkles == newly added))

/// some --/ art i like ///

thinking about names (orange vs. the second coming)

different strokes (TSC portrait collab)

WING/K (signature animation)

inspiration in 4k (word count) (L1 and being attacked by fic ideas)

they are dancing (TCO and TDL. one of my first asciis)

i have the solution (throw him into lava) (TCO headcanon diagram)

8-petal design (another ascii. this one flopped lol but i like)

2 many crabbies (Animal Restaurant meme)

approx. pi using e (Animation vs Math meme)

ways of seeing them (playing with new TCO and TDL faces)

TCO cosplays (Pony Town)

tco_physeng_breakdown.png (TCO headcanon diagram v2!!!)

d8's wolf armor(y) (minecraft build ;P )

tco_safety+feathers.pdf (TCO care and safety)

✨connect the dots (ava/m asciis)

✨L1 & L24 (intro post)

✨known sketchcreatures (StickFigures, laptopcats, Tempo, & kirt)

✨i liked to watch them squirm (kitceil activities)

✨violence common (kit & leuenaar co-ref)

(^ latest at the bottom)

[needlesandnilbogs]

A short snippet from a better world

(Alternatively, a double drabble from the murderbot high school au still living in my brain despite me being a college student now)

"So the thing is, we don't actually have follow spots for this--" "We have follow spots, we just don't have Iris." Perihelion interrupts, and Mensah sighs. "Let Rin talk. I asked it for its opinion, not yours." "We don't have follow spots because we don't have an operator while I'm board op. So I'm imitating Broadway conventions for musicals using what I have. We have two basic modes of lights: full, and what I'm terming 'singing' to imply the front, back, and side lights are dimmed and we'll be using the LEDs controlled from the board, at full intensity and some shutter, as down-spots on specific areas. It's not perfect, but if Iris is really out all week this is the best it's going to get." Mensah nods, smiling at Rin to make sure it knows she's happy to hear what's going on. "Alright, is that everything about the set-up that I should know?" "Do you want to know about the color choices for the wash." Its tone is flat, but she knows her sibling. "If you want to tell me, yes, but maybe after this meeting?" It nods. Mensah makes a note, then continues. "Great. Indah? How goes sound?"

[m00nymonster]

Birthday

Prompt: present

What do you give a spaceship?

This was a question Seth was asking himself now because two cycles ago Iris had had her fifth birthday party, and for the first time Perihelion had asked for one too. It hadn't seemed interested before, but lately had become more verbal (literally) about its wants. Apparently after years of seeing Iris get birthday parties it wanted one for itself. This party had to include presents, which was the problem.

The party itself would be simple to organize. Peri wasn't fond of the other AIs in the program--it had trouble getting along with them, especially Holism, who was popular with the other AIs--so the guest list would simply be the crew and Iris. A party with seven adults and one child was easy enough. The present part? That, not so much.

A spaceship didn't need much. Fuel, for the few times its power core needed a boost. A good cleaning every now and then. A happy crew for company. However, one did not usually associate a vehicle with possessions. Spaceships weren't sapient enough to even ask for such things.

For now the crew was plotting in a university faculty room at PUMNT, though Iris had been brought with them and was currently happily playing with dolls at the table.

"I requisitioned party streamers and decorations," Kaede said.

"And cake?" Iris said hopefully.

"Yes, and cake."

"Chocolate?"

Kaede smiled. "Of course."

"Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!" Iris chanted. "Oh! And starchy foods!"

"Iris, we'll have all your favorites," Seth said patiently. It wasn't like Peri was going to eat them.

"Yaaaaay!" Iris squealed. "I want to give Peri a teddy bear!"

"A teddy bear? Where would we put it?"

"On the bridge! Captain Teddy!"

Martyn laughed. "Okay, we'll find one for you."

"I wanna find it," Iris pouted. "And it has to be pink!"

"All right, starlight. We'll go shopping," Martyn said. "Seth, we'll leave the rest to you."

"Sure," Seth said. The two left, and Seth looked at his crew.

"Peri's expecting a present from us, too," he said. Kaede made a face.

"What the heck do you give a spaceship?" she asked.

"I was wondering the same thing," Seth said dryly. "I don't think we can get away with a teddy bear."

"It enjoys Iris' media," Matteo replied. "Maybe we can give it...a game based on some media?"

"Peri devours those. We need something that'll keep it occupied for more than five seconds. Literally."

Matteo looked stumped. Kaede shook her head.

"We've got to think outside the box. What would a machine get use out of? And 'a good polish' is not the right answer," she said, glaring at Matteo, who closed his mouth.

The crew and their captain sat in thought. Finally Seth said, "it's disembodied, isn't it? I mean, it doesn't have a body like the rest of us."

"I suppose," Kaede said. Seth grinned.

"I know what to get it," he said. "Let's get to work."

Two weeks later the crew had Peri's first birthday party. Peri enjoyed watching its humans play silly games, including pin-the-appendage-on-the-fauna, and eating cake (although Iris wore more cake than she ate). But it was by far the most excited to open the two packages it knew contained its very first birthday presents. Well, Iris would open them, anyway.

Is it present time? it asked eagerly as Seth finished wiping cake off of Iris. Seth nodded. "Iris, would you open the presents, please?"

"Mine first! Mine first!" Iris squealed, and grabbed a hot pink box. She ripped it open and pulled out an equally pink teddy bear. "Look, Peri! I got you a teddy bear!"

Thank you, Peri answered seriously. Can we put it in my engine room?

"Whereever you want," Seth replied. "Iris, if you--"

Iris was already ripping the packaging on Peri's second present to shreds. When she pulled out its contents she looked confused.

"What is it?" It was a machine of some sort, the same size as Iris, with a large dome top and several wiggly metal arms underneath.

"It's a very special drone," Seth said. "Peri, try it."

Curious, Peri downloaded a part of itself into the drone. It floated in the air and the arms wiggled. Iris giggled and grabbed one. "Hello, Peri," she said, and shook it like a handshake.

Hello, Iris, Peri said, and shook back. The drone gently wrapped two arms around her like a hug.

Thank you, Peri said quietly, its feed voice filled with emotion. I love it.

Seth smiled. "Happy birthday, Peri."

[the-starry-seas]

So I guess it's as good a time as any to have a pinned post?

Hi, I'm Sticks! I use vae/vaer/vaers/vaerself and it/its pronouns. This is a multifandom blog with a dash of many other random things. I'm a proshipper, cloneshipper, multishipper, and polyshipper.

I'll tag things to the best of my ability if you ask. Sometimes I'll forget. I love being tagged in ask games, WIP games, last line challenges, literally whatever. Mutuals can DM for my discord.

You can check out my fics on AO3 at lizardwrites (Star Wars) or purpleturtle9000 (Rise/Bayverse TMNT). Or check the tag for sticks' fics to see drabbles and previews. My askbox is open for requests for more drabbles, headcanons, and general rambling.

Consider this a blanket permission for any and all transformative works of my writing. You may post translated versions of my fics on other sites but you may not repost the original work. And please show me what you've made!

I have a lot of OCs and I love talking about them. I also want to hear all about yours! In the meantime, there's a list of mine below the cut. tumblr wouldn't let me link all of them, but you can try copy-pasting the-starry-seas.tumblr.com/tagged/ and put in the character name (I tag with ranks, so put in CT Racer instead of just Racer).

The Murderbot Diaries:

Jude (she/they rogue SecUnit)

ROTTMNT:

Kestrel

Star Wars:

212th Squad (Boot, Mik, Squeaker, Moxie, Onion, Crumpet)

Aces Squad (CT Racer, CT Fury, CS Blue, CT Whisper, CT Ember)

B Roll, all-girls clone squad formed of Bark, Bite, Bumble, and Bee

Clone Force M (CT Winter, CT Bee, CT Indigo, CT Jewel, CC Nebula, CT Zenith, CT Sunny, CT Star, CT Sky, CT Silver)

Mar'eyce, modern AU Clone Force M, featuring the Smokejumpers

Ghost Squad (CL Harlow, CS Karla, CT Shay, CT Cavalry, CT Boom, CT Ray, CT Nox, CT Tally) and their associated Mandalorians

Green Squad (formerly) now civilians Aralyn, Berry, and Prey Drive

Royal Squad, five tubies adopted by the royal family in a nobody-dies Bail/Breha/Fox AU (Bug, Jaonyc, Yancy, Helio, Vidal)

Shili Squad (Chen Nihaan, Alyx, Bella, Corvin, Watcher, Atlas, Ginger, Circuit, and Synch)

Shiny Squad: Kit's batchmates CT Lucky, CT Shrike, and CT Carno

Grafitti & Rence of the Corrie Guard

Kit also of the Corrie Guard and Fox's shiny/adopted son

Prim Fett (clone, Mandalorian, and adopted daughter of Boba)

Riye Verda (Kamino-cloned, Mandalorian-raised)

Switch (clone, reconditioned, cyborg, mercenary)

Kryndi (florist and Kit's girlfriend in the royal OT3 AU)

Cathedi (Jedi)

Xerin (Jedi)

Clan Merit, composed of Quin, Aya, and Amery (Mandalorians)

Mirshko (Mandalorian)

Torrak Varkus and Torrak Vermil (Mandalorian)

Vinir (Mandalorian)

Soruli and Seryla (Nautolan Jedi and Force-sensitive smuggler)

A'Hidayat (Tusken)

U'Rajya (Tusken)

Tusken OC umbrella tag

Ripper (Yautja in Star Wars)

Valkyries (all-women pirate crew-slash-polycule)

CC Kamor, Eixes Judarri, and Padawan Rivi from the Better or Worse AU, where a clone captain finds and adopts his general's padawan, with the help of the Zabrak smuggler who becomes his queerplatonic partner

Chen Xunielah, a Togruta ambassador and duchess, and her clone husband Chen Nihaan, who form the Chen family with their kids

Scrapper Crew, a collection of troublemaking ladies

Come Home AU, about Mando spouses separated by the Empire and later reunited

Transformers:

Button

Chromeblaze

Demoiselle

Goldshot

Neutrobolt & Nitroblitz

Nightflash

Stormbrake

Voltcast

Various:

Rowan

[jadefyre]

Updates by musicofthespheres

My SecUnit stands in my airlock, arms crossed, staring down the humans waiting to board. “Who are you?” 

Only the one in front, Professor Pakla, doesn’t seem intimidated. “You must be the Perihelion’s SecUnit friend,” she says. “I’m Nadiya Pakla.” 

They’re clear to board, I tell it. 

Why aren’t they on your list? 

Did you read the updated files?

...Oh. To the humans, it says, “You may enter,” and moves to let them in. 

I don’t send you those updates for nothing, I say. 

The moment the humans are out of sight, it makes a rude gesture at my ceiling.

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[specialagentartemis]

To sweeten the pot for participants in the Murderbot Diaries @comment-bingo:

I’m offering ~*~prizes~*~!

If you complete a blackout of your card, ping me with a picture of your completed bingo card and I’ll write you a drabble or ficlet with the character(s) of your choice!

*terms and conditions apply. This is for fun so I reserve the right to not write a ship if I don’t wanna. I’ll do my best to get to everyone but the semester is starting soon so I will keep writing them on a first come first served basis until my dissertation and teaching obligations overwhelm me. I will get them to you Sometime but I do not promise a timely manner hah.

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new fic idea:

two bots in a trench coat pretending to be human 2 electric boogaloo (cooking show edition)

in which one of ART's crew (or possibly Amena) decides they are going to take part in a Corporate Rim cooking competition and Murderbot is persuaded to go along as security...except the show doesn't allow security, only contestants

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