#ze/xir

[rjalker]

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Summary:

Murderbot finds itself as the newest passenger of Moya after falling through a wormhole. John stops by its room to see if it's okay. It's not. It's hard to be okay when your wrist has never healed from an injury that was just reopened by diving in front of a crashing spaceship to save a stranger.

John uses neopronouns.

I wasn't planning on writing a mini crossover or even fanfiction at all but that's what happened. Slight spoilers for season two of Farscape, no spoilers for The Murderbot Diaries because I'm making it up because Martha Wells is ableist and refuses to let Murderbot become physically disabled and also refuses to do any world building for this series for some unfathomable reason.

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“You know, stealing people's stuff isn't generally the best way to go about generating goodwill.”

(Archived read-more link)

[Read-More was here]

Startled, Murderbot jerked its head towards the door, the sudden movement causing it to drop the roll of bandaging it had been trying to maneuver with only the use of one hand. The bandages bounced off its shoe and rolled to an awkward stop in the middle of the floor, the tail end still pinned under Murderbot's hand.

Neither Moya nor Pilot were willing to let it hack any of the DRDs, or Moya's sensors, so Murderbot only had its own eyes and ears to keep track of its environment. Try as it might, it hadn't been able to figure out how to access any of Moya's systems, even superficially.

The door to “its” room was stuck in the open position, and no matter how many strings of code it threw at it, it didn't budge. The technology that made up Moya was as alien to Murderbot as well...all of the other aliens on this ship.

Crichton, one of the two humans onboard the alien ship, was standing in the hallway, leaning against the rounded edge of the door with a casual ease that did not actually help Murderbot's startled anxiety back down.

“What?” It asked. It wasn't that it hadn't heard what X had said, it just couldn't think of any appropriate response.

Crichton gestured to the roll of cloth now on the floor next to Murderbot's feet, the tail end still clutched in its numb fingers. “That used to be my shirt. You got it from my room. Next time, ask me first.”

There wasn't really any response Murderbot could think of to that, so it didn't say anything, just sat there on the side of the bed, staring.

The human's gaze visibly fell to Murderbot's wrist, the one that Murderbot had been trying all in vain to bandage. The seam was bleeding again, and so were the surrounding tissues.

Neon purple and blue blood was beading up on the surface of its skin as the mechanical parts on the inside ground together in the wrong way. Its pain dampeners were working at the moment, but that could stop at any moment, and it had wanted to get the wound bandaged before it would be in too much pain to even think about it.

Unfortunately, even though it wasn't able to actually feel the pain, that didn't mean it wasn't there. Trying to do something as simple as hold the end of the bandage roll was almost impossible. Its fingers didn't want to move, and when they did, they were either sluggish and heavy, or twitching uncontrollably.

It had taken ten solid minutes to get the roll of bandages positioned so that it could try wrapping them around its wrist with its other hand, and all that had been ruined when the human startled it.

It sighed aloud, unable to keep it internal only.

“That doesn't look good. You need any help with that?” Crichton's voice had changed tones, gentler now than it had been before.

This time Murderbot managed to keep its sigh internal. Yes, it needed help bandaging its wrist. No, it did not want the help. Especially not from a human it didn't know.

But it couldn't afford to lose any more blood than it already had. Moya was alien technology. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to help it generate the nutrients it needed to keep itself functioning.

“You can help if you promise not to touch me.” Murderbot said, agonizingly aware that its pain dampeners could switch off again any second. “I just need to bandage this to stop the bleeding.” It wasn't going to apologize for taking the bandages.

It tried to lift its injured arm off the hard surface of the table for emphasis, but couldn't actually manage to make it do anything except tingle warningly with pins and needles.

Crichton was moving forward briskly, as though X'd been waiting for just such an invitation, stooping to scoop the roll of bandages off the floor with an ease that Murderbot envied.

“What do you need me to do?” Crichton asked, winding the bandages back around the roll.

Murderbot tried to lift its injured arm again experimentally, but got the same result. It felt like its whole arm below the elbow had been physically disconnected.

It ended up having to use its other arm to awkwardly drag its hand closer to the edge so that it would be able to wrap the bandages around its wrist without the table getting in the way. Its wrist hung limply in the grasp of gravity like something dead. That was not doing anything to make Murderbot feel any better about the situation. “I'll put the bandage on, you just...” It felt like its brain was being fried. Its performance reliability was taking a nosedive. “Hold it for me.”

If it didn't get this over with soon, it was probably going to crash. And crashing in front of a strange human was the last thing on its 'Things I want to do at any point in my life' list.

With another pair of hands to hold the roll of bandages and guide them while it worked with its free hand, the process didn't take long at all. When the bandages were on as tightly as Murderbot could get them, already soaking up the mixtures of blood, Crichton used the small utility knife Murderbot had also stolen from X room to cut off the end, letting Murderbot pull it away to tuck under the edges.

“My name's John, by the way, since we haven't been properly introduced.” Crichton said, once they were done with the first aid, “My pronouns are ze/xir/xirself. I'm a human, the only one you'll find in this part of the galaxy. I breathe in oxygen, and exhale carbon dioxide. I've got a friend in here--” ze tapped xir head-- “Named Harvey. His pronouns are he/him/his/himself. The rest of the details will come up when they're important. What about you?”

Murderbot stared, bewildered by almost all parts of the statement, and the best response it could come up with was, “I thought your name was Crichton.”

Crichton—John? Smiled. “It is, Crichton is my family name. Both work fine, but I do prefer being called John. So, what should I call you? No one really got a chance to ask earlier, what with the whole hostage situation. Thanks for saving our butts, by the way.”

Murderbot wanted to think fast, but the impending systems shut down prevented that. “My pronouns are it/its/itself. My name is private but this hurts too much to think of a good alias right now.”

Its pain dampeners were starting to fail, one section at a time. The suspense was almost worse than if they'd just failed all at once.

“Fair enough. Is there anything we can do to ease the pain? Any chemicals you could use as medicine? If we don't have it we might be able to synthesize it if you're lucky. Are you hungry? I can't say we've got good food, but it's at least...half way edible. We hope.”

This was one of the many shitty things about being a construct. No one had ever given enough shits about what they felt to care about making painkillers that would work on them. “No.”

“No there's no pain medicines we could scrounge up, or no you're not hungry?”

Murderbot no longer had enough energy to uphold an entire end of a conversation. “No.”

“Alright.” John didn't seem angry at its curt reply. “I can take a hint, I'll leave you be. Is there anything I can do to help before I go, though? I mean, you did get thrown through a wall for me.” Yes, that's why Murderbot's wrist was currently trying to murder it. Being thrown through a wall, it turns out, was not a good idea if you had an unhealed injury that liked to burst into pain whenever it wanted.

But the expression on John Crichton's face was so sincere it was doing weird things to Murderbot's insides, and not just because it was about to collapse.

Why did so many humans have to care about it? This one was a complete stranger. Yes, Murderbot had shoved xir out of the way of the crashing spaceship and taken the hit itself, but that didn't mean ze needed to look at it like that. They weren't friends just because Murderbot had saved xir life.

But there was one thing ze could help with.

Murderbot summoned up its remaining strength to ask, “How do I shut the door?”

John looked over at the doorway, then back at Murderbot, then stood and strode over, pressing xir hand against a raised spot on the wall that Murderbot hadn't noticed. “You just have to press this, or ask Pilot or Moya if it doesn't work. There's one on the outside too. The lock on this door's disconnected right now because it was designed to lock from the outside, but if you want to stick around, we can get it to lock from the inside.” Ze pressed xir hand against the button, and two sections of wall slide across to close the door. Ze pressed it again, and the sections slid back into the wall again. Ze turned to smile back at Murderbot. “See? Easy peasy lemon squeazy.”

It turned out Murderbot had enough energy to roll its eyes.

John stepped out into the corridor, and reached out to the wall on that side. The door began to shut again. Right before it was closed completely, John called, “Goodnight, sunshine.”

Murderbot had no idea how to respond to that, so instead of trying to think of one, it let gravity take control and fell back against the bed. It was soft and warm and a perfect contrast to the slightest chill in the air, like it was made specifically to be comfortable.

It was part of the alien ship. Part of Moya. Probably an organic part of Moya. That was creepy. Murderbot should probably be worried about that.

But it would rather shut itself down now, voluntarily, before it had an involuntary shutdown or its pain dampeners stopped working, so it sighed out another breath, and embraced the oblivion of a voluntary shutdown.

[neopronoun-user-culture-is]

*Mainly use meaning your favorite set, the one people call you most, or your only set if you just use one.

[mxbutchtwink]

I wanna try out ze/zir/zirs pronouns for a bit

[candy8448]

So i've thought about it a lot and i think i like the neopronouns xe/xer or xe/xim

For some reason it just resonates with me. Like, i am the two binary genders and neopronouns tend to be used by people who are non-binary in some way so idk. I know the probouns dont have to be for a specific gender but...

And also i really like being bigender. Its important to me to specify that yes it is just two gender that i feel and what those two genders are stay the same. Having my pronouns be she/he/xe might imply that i have more than just two and of course it doesnt work that way but i feel like that is the impression it will give people.

When im feeling less gender like i am today, just talking about myself as xe comes naturally and i think its just because of me thinking about it so much but also i do kinda like it, especially cuz i kinda really hate they/them in reference to myself

I dunno. I just kinda feel like adding xe is somehow abandonning part of my identity for some reason even though that makes no sense at all

[leefi]

if i were jia fang id just give a different set of pronouns to every person who asked

[myvirtuesuncounted]

i regret opening the comment section of a video about neopronouns 😐

[hxrpooner]

does anyone actually know anybody who uses per/per/pers or co/co/cos pronouns

[oxyfem]

She/they kinda gal but also if u use literally any other pronoun with me I’m like okayyyy!

[pandramatics]

Just showing my face. Been a minute.

[probablybadrpgideas]

OCtober day 2

We know our little guy lives in fantasy land, but is it a guy at all?

(a tie will mean multiple pronoun sets!)

[pupsmailbox]

MASC PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aem.　ae/aim.　be/bem.　be/bim.　boy/boy.　ce/cem.　ce/cim.　de/dem.　de/dim.　ey/em.　fe/fem.　fe/fim.　ha/ham.　he/hem.　he/him.　h!/h!m.　h#/h#m.　h$/h$m.　h%/h%m.　h&/h&m.　h/hm.　h+/h+m.　h-/h-m.　h=/h=m.　h@/h@m.　h^/h^m.　h_/h_m.　h~/h~m.　h☆/h☆m.　h♡/h♡m.　hi/him.　ho/hom.　hu/hum.　hx/hxm.　hy/hym.　je/jem.　je/jim.　ke/kem.　ke/kim.　le/lem.　le/lim.　male/male.　masc/masc.　me/min.　mr/mr.　ne/nem.　ne/nim.　pe/pen.　pe/pin.　qe/qem.　qe/qim.　re/rem.　re/rim.　se/sem.　se/sim.　sir/sir.　te/tem.　te/tim.　ve/vem.　ve/vim.　we/wem.　we/win.　xe/xem.　xe/xim.　ye/yem.　ye/yim.　ze/zem.　ze/zim.

FEM PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aer.　 ae/air.　 be/ber.　 be/bir.　 ce/cer.　 ce/cir.　 de/der.　 de/dir.　 ey/eir.　 ey/er.　 fe/fer.　 fe/fir.　 fem/fem.　 female/female.　 ge/ger.　 ge/gir.　 girl/girl.　 he/her.　 he/hir.　 je/jer.　 je/jir.　 ke/ker.　 ke/kir.　 le/ler.　 le/lir.　 madam/madam.　 me/mer.　 me/mir.　 miss/miss.　 mrs/mrs.　 ms/ms.　 ne/ner.　 ne/nir.　 pe/per.　 pe/pir.　 qe/qer.　 qe/qir.　 re/rer.　 re/rir.　 se/ser.　 se/sir.　 sha/har.　 she/her.　 sh☆/h☆r.　 sh♡/h♡r.　 sh~/h~r.　 sh!/h!r.　 sh@/h@r.　 sh#/h#r.　 sh$/h$r.　 sh%/h%r.　 sh^/h^r.　 sh&/h&r.　 sh*/h*r.　 sh_/h_r. sh-/h-r.　 sh+/h+r.sh=/h=r.　 shi/hir.　 shx/hxr.　 shy/hyr.　 te/ter.　 te/tir.　 ve/ver.　 ve/vir.　 we/wer.　 we/wir.　 xe/xer.　 xe/xir.　 ye/yer.　 ye/yir.　 ze/zer.　 ze/zir.

NEUTRAL PRONOUNS ⌇　aey/aem.　ahey/ahem.　at/at.　bey/bem.　bhey/bhem.　bt/bt.　cey/cem.　chey/chem.　ct/ct.　dey/dem.　dhey/dhem.　dt/dt.　ehey/ehem.　et/et.　ey/em.　fey/fem.　fhey/fhem.　ft/ft.　gey/gem.　ghey/ghem.　gt/gt.　hey/hem.　ht/ht.　ib/ib.　ic/ic.　id/id.　if/if.　ig/ig.　ih/ih.　ihey/ihem.　ij/ij.　ik/ik.　il/il.　im/im.　in/in.　ip/ip.　iq/iq.　ir/ir.　is/is.　it/it.　~t/~t.　!t/!t.　@t/@t.　#t/#t.　$t/$t.　%t/%t.　^t/ ^t.　&t/&t.　t/t.　-t/-t.　_t/_t.　+t/+t.　=t/=t.　☆t/☆t.　♡t/♡t.　iv/iv.　iw/iw.　ix/ix.　iz/iz.　jey/jem.　jhey/jhem.　jt/jt.　key/kem.　khey/khem.　kid/kid.　kt/kt.　ley/lem.　lhey/lhem.　lt/lt.　mey/mem.　mhey/mhem.　mt/mt.　mx/mx.　neu/neu.　neutral/neutral.　ney/nem.　nhey/nhem.　nt/nt.　ohey/ohem.　ot/ot.　person/person.　pey/pem.　phey/phem.　pt/pt.　qey/qem.　qhey/qhem.　qt/qt rey/rem.　rhey/rhem.　rt/rt.　sey/sem.　shey/shem.　st/st.　tey/tem.　they/them.　th☆y/th☆m.　th♡y/th♡m.　thxy/thxm.　thiy/thim.　thy/thym.　thay/tham.　th~y/th~m.　th!y/th!m.　th@y/th@m.　th#y/th#m.　th$y/th$m.　th%y/th%m.　th^y/th^m.　th&y/th&m.　thy/thm.　th_y/th_m.　th-y/th-m.　th=y/th=m.　th+y/th+m.　thon/thon.　uhey/uhem.　ut/ut.　vey/vem.　vhey/vhem.　vt/vt.　wey/wem.　whey/whem.　wt/wt.　xey/xem.　xhey/xhem.　xt/xt.　yey/yem.　yhey/yhem.　yt/yt.　zey/zem.　zhey/zhem.　zt/zt.

[thebibliosphere]

I’m not up to date with the latest lgbt terms but to my knowledge lesbians don’t use he/him pronouns like on the post you reblogged about a fashion line

Would you or one of your followers be able to help me understand if my knowledge is correct or the terms are updated?

Gender identity and sexual orientation are different things. Sometimes they line up into a neat binary box, and sometimes they don't. A lesbian could be trans, non-binary or genderfluid and choose to use he/him pronouns in the same way they may choose to use she/her, they/them, ze/zem/ xe/xir, or some other variation of neo-pronoun, and still identify as a lesbian.

Pronouns and sexual identity can also be fluid, and a person may wear multiple labels over their lifetime, and that's fine.

It's really no one's business but their own.

I prefer to take a view toward radical acceptance rather than radical rejection. If someone tells me their pronouns and says in the same breath they're gay, bi, pan, lesbian, etc, it's not up to me to question that.

And I apologize in advance for disabling reblogs on this one, but I'm not interested in engaging with TERFS.

[nothumannonsense]

HELLLOOOOOO NONHUMAN TUMBLR

I am here with! my! sideblog for all my therian and otherkin nonsense!!

You can call me Kit, Storm, Creature/Cree (fav!!), Shadow, Cryptid

also God/Goddex, Birdie, orr basically any theriotype/kin related name hehe but the prev ones i prefer more

Pronouns? Any but she including moss/mosself, paw/pawself, rain/rainself, xe/xir, ze/zir, ve/vir, and most type-related nounselfs.

Theriotypes!

North American Red Fox [foggy pine wood hearthome]

Harpy Eagle [tropical rainforest hearthome]

Black Wolfdog (Black Wolf + German Shephard [subrural hearthome] {SERVICE DOG}

Eurasian Lynx [rocky montane sparse woods hearthome]

Theiromythic Enfiend [grassy fields/mixed broadleaf forests hearthome]

Kins!

Angelkin + deitykin [clouds and space hearthome] {naturevoid?}

Cryptidkin [alley/dark area hearthome]

Shapeshifterkin [no specific hearthome. Nomadic?]

Shadowkin [city hearthome]

placekin (abandoned circus) [i am my own hearthome]

OC fictionkin/fictionflicker

faekin [misty wood hearthome]

denki kaminari fictionkin

Other!

MHA fictionflicker: hitoshi shinsou, himiko toga

hunter fictionsomething (the owl house)

rosie synpath (i think?)

aldernic + constellic

moth otherhearted

snake otherhearted

clown/jester archetrope

About me!

I like rain and storms and hot drinks and nests and flying

I have some memories of past lives, specifically fox, eagle, deity, and cryptid.

CHIMKEN

I bite

My tag system!

barking - just chatting! posts by me!

chirping - reblogs i make notes on (tags or text)

screeching - silent reblogs, tagged and no notes

preens - asks! by me, answered!

preened - asks! by others, answered by me!

howling - kin/type updates!

scratching - mentions/tags by me!

pawing - mentions/tags by others!

mud - art!!

sticks - images and such

[headmates-from-outer-space]

Can you do a alien one themed off the one in your pfp?

ALIENPUPPY

Names: Zig, Spike, Rebel, Nug, August, April, Izz, Ariz

Pronouns: Xe/Xir, Ze/Zir, Xey/Xem, Ye/Yir, Yip/Yap, Zip/Zap, Zig/Zag, Z/Zs, X/Xs, Y/Ys, 2/2s Alien/Aliens, Gnarp/Gnarps, Space/Spaces, Pup/Pups, Arf/Arfs, Fluff/Fluffs

Genders: Mniodracht, Pupneedy, Pupsonic, Keyboardsmashic, Glitterbouncyballgender, Weirdkidgender, Sweetiesse, Earloransweetiesse, Pacestimmic, Pickedwildfleuri

Age: 6

Roles: Ògregulator, Vernalian, Anchor

Likes: Astronomy&Astrology, Trinkets, Kidcore, Helping, Messes, Fairytales

Dislikes: Horror, Insects, Dark places, Working, Thunder, Seriousness

Personality traits: Caring, Clingy, Energetic, Clumsy, Forgetful, Creative

Appearance: Green puppy alien, Long tail, Floppy ears, Antennas

Extra: Puppy Omninoun, Rockstar Omninoun, AStrAB

[transgenderpolls]

*such as ze/hir, xe/xir, ey/em, fae/faer, etc. ie: they follow the same grammatical rules as regular pronouns. it/its is excluded from the definition of neopronoun for this particular poll mainly because there's contention as to whether it's considered a neopronoun - but there will be another poll later to account for it/its users, as well as a poll for those who use nounpronouns.

**the assumption here is that they would be able to tell your neopronouns in the same way that people know to call men "he" and women "she." as in, it would be a casual, subconscious understanding of how to refer to you.

[invisi-idol]

web / internet themed npts ! 💾

requested by : @mod-ais-icons

♬ ⋆⁺₊ – names :

Zell , Zira , Zero , Xero , Xio , Xiomara , Xamara , Xavi , Sunny , Sandy , Seraph , Seraphia , Seraphine , Sophia , Sync , Synth , Cynthia , Claire , Camryn , Cory / Corey / Cori , Carrie , Gwendolyn , Gail / Gale , Maru , Mari , Mandy , Molly , Maxus , Laxus , Lexus , Lurine , Lumine

♬ ⋆⁺₊ – pronouns :

xe / xir , zhe / zher , ze / zim , le / lim

stream / streams , search / searches , surf / surfs , scratch / scratches , disc / discs , doc / docs , dock / docks , digit / digits , digital / digitals , pixel / pixels , animate / animates , music / musics , web / webs , wasd / wasds , game / games , gif / gifs , visual / visuals , video / videos

.exe / .exes , .png / .pngs , 2D / 2Ds , 3D / 3Ds , XD / XDs , :D / :Ds , :3 / :3s , ^_^ / ^_^s

📱 / 📱s , 💻 / 💻s , 💾 / 💾s , 🌐 / 🌐s

♬ ⋆⁺₊ – titles :

( prn ) who lives on the internet , ( prns ) intelligence , the tech-y one , the web surfer , the coder , ( prn ) who hides behind a screen , the hacker