murderhelion things

a G-rated fanfiction created by Anonymous for Mutual Rapport 2026

ART asked, Do you want to watch media? And it shared an updated directory of options. It highlighted new shows it had picked up while I was away, and I browsed the tags. I started a preview of one particularly promising serial, and ART leaned in to watch with me, catching my emotional responses. I'd missed this so much, the two of us fitting together like puzzle pieces. I could enjoy watching media on my own, but it was only like this with ART, and… Shit. I shoved ART away and stopped the preview. What is wrong? it asked. This isn't real.

in which murderbot is a very normal terracotta soldier and ART the dragon spirit of a chinese junk who dwells in the ship's keel. they meet in the ming dynasty perhaps, when ppl are sailing places extra willy-nilly.

*Nüwa is the mother goddess in chinese mythology, known for creating humanity from yellow clay and repairing the sky.

thank you @mutualrapport for hosting the event! original prompt below.

Tee hee thank you, some more food for u anon... MB is just so tired of ART (it cant get enough)

“It’s not about the Cheerios.”

This was in reference to a story about a kid flipping the HELL out into a full-blown panic about running out of their favorite cereal. Not a tantrum, not a whine-fest, but an all-hands-on-deck, code-red, world-is-ending blowup.

The kid had originally come from a very unstable situation and experienced food deprivation. The new adoptive parents were stumped, because look at all the other food! You’re safe! We can get the Cheerios tomorrow!

But it wasn’t really about the Cheerios, it was about that first flicker of unease triggering all the old trauma. From the outside, it looked ridiculous. To the trauma-trained reaction of the kid’s brain, it made perfect sense.

Human brains are weird, and we’re all out here trying to survive. Sometimes our brains do this in socially acceptable, convenient ways. But not often.

Everyone adores you, at least I do.

I just can’t stop listening to this song and not thinking of them,I’m crying

The horror is actually dozens of people being on a doomed tin can of a ship, crashed and stranded on a dangerous alien planet, that was never equipped for proper rescues or real survival in the first place.

The real horror is actually the fact that being underneath an indifferent entity of capitalism means you are genuinely expendable.