#wip-murderbot diaries

[zhalfirin-binds]

WIP - The Murderbot Diaries

Just picked colours to go with the leather and the endpapers. No special step involved aside from sewing endbands on a loose core. (I usually cheat and prepare glue on cores to sew around, if you don't know what I mean, I have a post with pictures of what they can look like here).

[psiakosc]

wip,,,, i dont know if i’m going to finish this one tbh i’m not really feeling it BUT i do like the armor design :)

[devongeorgeart]

Working on some Murderbot fanart :3

Final version here

[losing-dog-art]

Some wips/sketches because I am on e again on my murderbot grind again... These books are amazing and I have serious beef with how the adaptation is looking but perhaps I will elaborate on that later. Planning to fully render these all later, would be good practice etc. I seriously need to get my hands on system collapse... Pray for me

I have an old post about some of my head cannon for mbs appearance which you can find. Most of those hold true but these are the first sketches of what it looks like outside of the neck up.

[umbraastaff]

"You're not, uh, squeamish or anything, are you?"

Barry, I'm fine. I'm not the one with guts to get in a twist about it.

"Okay. I dunno, I thought you might be grossed out by the general presence of fluids, like--"

Don't try to make me out as the weirdo here. I'm not the one staring intently at his wife's corpse.

"Hey, I've gotta observe the-- Look, this is completely normal, actually. Average behavior, for-- for people from our planet."

Is it, now.

"Yeah, the average, modern... married Twosun guy is, uh, very chill about this exact kind of thing, as it would happen."

With a sample size of one.

"One hundred percent of the married male population."

Statisticians hate him: weird necromancer now significant portion of doomed world's sampleable population.

"Uh-huh. Oh, shit, hey, she's waking up--"

[ineedlelittlespace]

*chants* I don't need to write the Murderbot/Exocolonist crossover, I don't need to write the Murderbot/Exocolonist crossover, I don't need to---

[sanctuarymoonfan397]

I am desperate for some more murderhelion content but i dont want to write my own 😭

[ilovedthestars]

another animatic sneak peak!

[IDs: A grid of nine images in rows of three, followed by an animated gif. All three rows depict the same scene of Murderbot walking away into a crowded atrium on Port FreeCommerce station. The first row is a rough thumbnail sketch colored sloppily in shades of blue. The second is an uncolored sketch with more detail, with the background lines grayed out and the figure of Murderbot at full opacity. The third row are the finished animatic frames, with the sketch from the previous row now colored in shades of blue. Murderbot stands out as much darker blue than the background, as it fades into the crowd. The gif contains the three finished frames in a looping animation. /end ID]

Discord didn't like my gif, but hopefully tumblr can handle it! A shot from the project I'm working on: a Murderbot animatic set to Walk Me Home by P!nk. This is what my process looked like from start to finish--I basically made the whole animatic in rough thumbnails like the top row, and I'm now going through and redrawing them and then adding color! (I might still mess with the colors in this shot. The contrast in the final version is higher than in the original, and I'm not sure I like it.)

The animatic is focused on Murderbot & Mensah's relationship over the course of the books. Walk Me Home has the perfect vibes for the two of them, in my opinion--that feeling of trust & holding on to each other in the face of everything going on around you. This shot is set to the line "I can't be alone with all that's on my mind."

[bibottes]

id: an handless, footless, headless doll body made from a piece of cloth. It has a wide, broad-shouldered physique /end id

Here’s the skin I have for the robot doll. It’s gotten frayed enough that it would be annoying to use, but I definitely want to still use this pattern! I might bring the hips in a little to give it more definition, since when it sits…

id: The same body, held in a sitting position. The fabric bunches at its stomach and makes it look more rectangular /end id

It’s not exactly what I want for this character!

I’m also going to be giving it a bit warmer skin since this skin was dyed to be Murderbot but I want to make my Three design instead 👀 the world needs more Three

[homosekularnost]

upset

[kaxenart]

Trying to decide how the fuck I wanna draw Murderbot's face.

HOW DO I DRAW A GENERIC HUMAN FACE OF INDETERMINATE GENDER.

I have noticed with the genderless or enby characters I draw, if the character has short or no hair, people tend to assume guyhood even if I don't use he/him pronouns ever.

I feel like I only settled on an eye shape. It's very necessary for looking 100% done all the time and wanting to watch Sanctuary Moon instead of having to deal with Situations™

[the-knights-who-say-book]

Murderbot! 👾

a wip that has never seen the light of day! i started writing this fic called 5 Times Humans Interrupted Me When I Was Trying To Watch Sanctuary Moon months ago and only got through 2 times murderbot was interrupted. here's the whole thing, since i'm not sure i'll ever get around to finishing it and i think it was actually pretty fun!

The colony solicitor whirled around, revealing that she was holding a gun. She wasn’t holding it correctly, because Sanctuary Moon was notoriously bad about accuracy when it came to weapons props, but her bodyguard gasped and jumped back.

“Why?” they wailed. “Why are you doing this? You can have the codes! I’ll give them to you!”

“For the insurance money, of course,” she said coldly, leveling the gun at them. “I never cared about the codes, I just needed you distracted while my associates took control of security. Now we control CoriVen, and I don’t need you. I’m sorry, Eden… but not that sorry.” She pulled the trigger, and the camera focused in on her and the one tear slipping dramatically down her face. She wiped it and turned back to the desk, gathering up the insurance forms, the forged papers that would prove she had discovered Moon 822B, and the data stick with her father’s AI consciousness in it.

Suddenly, an arm locked around her, dragging her back as she screamed. Eden pulled her to the floor and they wrestled. Somehow she had the breath to shout, “How? I shot you!”

Eden emerged victorious, aiming her own gun at her. “Oh, Tetha… I knew the codes were a red herring. While you were otherwise engaged, I was ferreting out your plans and neutralizing your weapons.” They pulled the trigger and Tetha flinched, but nothing happened. “You know what your biggest mistake was?”

Tetha glared up at them. Her hair, still in the complex knot of braids from when she impersonated the Harbrean pilot, was somehow still perfect. “What?” she spat.

“Assuming that I’m not fluent in the hair braiding code used by Harbrean militia. You should have remembered that my half-brother’s husband’s clone—”

“SecUnit! Where are you? We’re under attack!” That was Ratthi. I was fully aware of the approaching raiders, and had already started convincing their navigation system that it was dangerously close to a black hole and needed to override its human’s directions and turn back for their own safety. I could multitask while the solicitor and bodyguard fought over the fate of CoriVen. But I put it on pause and messaged Ratthi that I was on my way. It was already pretty obvious that both characters were just putting on a show for whoever had bugged the office last episode, so I wasn’t that annoyed to be interrupted.

_ _ _

“Sixty seconds until we lose oxygen! Hold on!”

Kiri and Drora clutched each other as they were thrown back against the ship’s wall. The camera was shaking violently.

“Kiri… I have to tell you something before it’s too late.”

“Don’t say that,” she pleaded. “We’re going to survive this. I’m going to get you home. I promised.”

“You did promise,” Drora said, smiling sadly yet beautifully. “But you didn’t promise me.”

“What?”

“I’m not your sister, Kiri. Your sister is safe back on CoriVen. She never left.” The bot impersonating Drora pulled open its chest, revealing breathing equipment stashed inside. “So don’t you dare give up. I’m bringing you back to her.”

Kiri stared at the bot. “But… who are you? What are you?”

“I am Dr. Voiden’s invention. They called me Ora-Two.”

“SecUnit, are you busy?”

“No,” I told Mensah. On second thought, I didn’t want to rewatch this plotline anyway.

“Good, I want to talk to you about the retrieved client protocol.”

“For who?”

Her face settled stubbornly. “For you.”

I initiated a shutdown.

[magnetarmadda]

WIP Game

Thanks @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit for the tag, and for what’s essentially about to become a callout of how many WIPs I have

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs!

The Magnus Archives

A Little Light

Academic!Jmart

All I Ask of You

An Old Song

And the plan changes

Another Hour

The Archive Undying (i.e., This is the bad ending)

Archivist!Sasha but make it Jmart

Arms

Aro Jon

Assigning the archives staff a cat

Beholding is a gossip queen

Distance

Dorks in love

Emma!Jmart AU

Fabric store jmart au

Halloween fic

How much angst can I stuff into three chapters of jmart

I’m just projecting now it’s fine

Impossible Year

Intentions

Into Your Arms

Jakery AU

Jmart self care time

Jon is a cat-sitting fiend

Jon’s cat watches Little Einsteins

The Kitten Caretaker

Leitner burning as a form of closure

The Lonely

Love Calls You Home

Love confession in a fight

Love potion connected to the Loneley

Martin freaking out about Jon at the library

Martin helps interrogate Gerry

Martin is adopted AU

Martin meets Jon in a bow tie

Martin wakes up before Jon leaves for the Panopticon

Martoad

Oh my god they were (platonic) roommates

Orchestra pit jmart AU

Penguins

Post-breakup proposal

S2 Captain Terror rewrite

The Saint of Never Getting It Right

Sasha Cat AU

Stay Tonight

Taxi

There’s a KITTEN in the ARCHIVES parts 1 and 2

This World Is Not Real

Tim wingmans his way across America with jmart

TMA murder mystery

Wait For Me

We Can Make It Out of Here

Murderbot Diaries

Murderbot Sherlock Holmes

I’m not gonna lie, I thought there were more than that, so I think I must have some squirreled away somewhere else (at least two more Murderbot wips are in the ether somewhere), but I think 54 WIPs is enough for y’all to roast me lol

I’m not gonna tag 54 people, just a handful: @probsnothawkeye, @hihereami, @organchordsandlightning, @bluejayblueskies, @wordsintimeandspace, @therealandian, and then anyone else who wants to do this, please consider yourself tagged by me as one of my 54 and tag me in your post! As always, no pressure to do this 💜

[umbraastaff]

Barry sits up with a gasp the second he's awake, and regrets it instantly. The nausea and headache catch up a second later with the momentum of a semi truck, and he nearly blacks out a second time.

"Fuck," he groans. He's sitting on his bed, not out adventuring. Somehow.

You've gotta stop doing that, says the voice in his head.

"Thought I was... with that party. In that underwater cave." He remembers the water rising. Remembers how holding his breath was starting to hurt. "Thought I was gonna die."

And yet here you are, the voice says, helpful as ever. (Actually, that's unfair. It usually is genuinely helpful. Mostly.) That was a few days ago. You blacked out. The others got you out.

"And... knew where our hideout was?" Barry asks, looking around at the cave he inhabits. Maps on the walls he doesn't remember making, books on the shelves he doesn't remember reading. Home sweet home.

No, you've been awake on and off. I got you to come back here once I was sure you could make it on your own.

"I don't remember any of that," says Barry. As usual, a near-death experience has triggered his unidentified illness, whose symptoms include spending several days half-comatose with zero fucking memory of any of it, and waking up feeling like death.

You should drink some water, the voice in his head says.

Barry reaches slowly for the glass on the cave floor. It's still about half full, from a presumably recent time that he refilled it and drank from it and forgot. "I think this adventuring stuff is bad for my health," he says.

Well, one of these days we won't have to anymore.

Barry almost wants to ask why "one of these days" can't be "today," but experience and a feeling like a hole in his chest suggest he doesn't repeat that mistake.

(He already knows, anyway. His heart does. Even if his mind doesn't.)

Don't worry, it says. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

[novafire-is-thinking]

The power is still out (thanks Helene!), and the power company says it could be out until October 4th (Friday).

Tumblr eats up my phone and iPad batteries, so I’m limiting the amount of time I spend here since I can’t charge them often. In the meantime, I’ve been listening to audiobooks and working on my newest story.

During windows of internet access, I’ve been downloading the Murderbot Diaries audiobooks and listening to those. Good stuff. I have my critiques, but I’m hooked.

There’s a lot of stuff in there that’s useful for writing Cybertronians—especially Soundwave with his technobiological quirks. I keep having to pause and rewind so I can write things down. When the power’s back on, I might clean up those docs and post them here in case other Transformers fans will find them useful as well. We’ll see.

As for my newest WIP, I won’t reveal much about it just yet, but I will offer a hint: I’m stuck on which colors Decepticon medi-drones would be.

[ezomind-the-other-one]

Did I ever advertise my very first fic in here ? (still a WIP, updating every 2 weeks approximately)

It's a Murderbot Diaries adventure set after Network Effect - here's the summary:

"In the media, a common ComfortUnit trope is being liberated by their owner (the only human that respects them !) and then falling in love with said owner. This is especially funny to me, as the human who accidentally deactivated my governor module was one of the most tiresome clients I’ve ever had - and that’s saying something, as I have logged over 50,000 hours of sexual services." A ComfortUnit gets rid of its governor module, continues operating as usual - with a little hacking here and there, as a treat. Until it crosses paths with a certain rogue SecUnit from Preservation and hitches a ride on its daring rescue mission.

I was very prudent with the tags; they make it sound like the fic is much darker than it really is. It's my usual humor and fluff stuff, just a smidge on the darker side on account of it being set in a corporate dystopia.