How about a number 9 for the spotify wrapped?? (And if u feel like throwing any SEN guys in there I would simply love to see them)
HI THEO. you can tell I've been listening/reading too much murderbot when I start writing in the cadence that freaking kevin r free uses to do the audiobooks. so here, have some SEN ranchers.
this song is actually on the SEN ranchers playlist! so I drummed up a little something that I think takes place around that time, where tango is about to receive notice that he's to come back to the Prometheus
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Jimmy feels the pressure of all his emotions in his chest like a bubble about to burst. He's made of complex metal lattice, wires and tiny fibers that move like muscle, tubes and chambers holding cooling fluids and lubricants, silicon that filled spaces left behind and protected the various moving parts, made up his skin filled with sensors. Still, the part of him that felt, that processed emotion in a way he wasn't sure he was supposed to, still created that sense of feeling in his chest, as if the air filters and chambers of fluid had seized up all at once and were grinding to start again.
It wasn't a bad feeling though. This one he liked. A lot. It was the closest he had felt to being real in a long time. But it sucked to know that he liked it, and that he only liked it because it made him feel present, because the present was a time in which he knew minutes were slipping through his hands in a way his internal clock couldn't properly count.
Way back, when Tango first arrived, almost three months ago, he had told Jimmy that he was only there for a month. The successes and failures of their botanical project had meant Tango had stayed longer. It had given them more than enough time to become friends, dissect the little things that made them something other than human, find a piece of each other within the parts most similar. It was odd. And good. And Jimmy liked the idea of being like someone, rather than so different from his shipmates.
Tango was in his room now—their room, maybe, if Jimmy were feeling brave. The thought of sharing, be that personal space, personal data, personal storage, memory, RAM, emotion, feeling, thought, was a thing that was equally as confusing as it was terrifying. Jimmy was made of emotion—concocted from a hacked emotional core that HASA allowed to be installed in him, and with no way of processing any of the emotion, to filter it through subroutines designed to handle it, to manage it, with the secondary buffer it was supposed to have, Jimmy had too many times fallen victim to its overwhelming charge of his system. So sharing that very large, very vulnerable part of him wasn’t something he thought Tango could handle. Tango simply wasn’t housing an emotional core. Sure, his processor was large, and the long-term storage he had was complex (and Jimmy would know, they’d both poked around in his code and parts as a fun side project, considering Tango had finally decided that Jimmy should simply upload the rest of his data into Tango’s memory in case their project ended early. Tango had been reluctant to do that when he first arrived—he was built to learn, not to just store and retrieve. But what was learning but storing and retrieving, Jimmy had argued, and by the time their three months were meeting a yet-unknown close, they’d gone and backed up the data into Tango’s skull, and looked for fun), but he didn’t have the emotional capacity Jimmy did. And maybe he wouldn’t for a long time.
But he’d let him in. Just like Tango had let Jimmy root around inside his code and trusted him not to delete something essential. And Jimmy hated the idea that he might be losing this soon. He’d overheard Fwhip at some point, talking low to Tango in the hallway. Something about callbacks and data transfers, names of admirals Jimmy had never heard of, but sounded important. He had meant to ask Tango, but had never summoned the strength or reason to do so.
Jimmy watches Tango out of the side of his vision. Tango stayed because he had something to do. Maybe if Jimmy sabotaged their data, Tango would stay. Maybe if he changed something, fixed part of the system but not another, took data into long-term storage where they couldn't access it. Whatever he could do. Tango would stay here. And he wouldn't be alone.
But he couldn't do that to Tango. Which is why this feeling hurts so much. He liked it, because it hurt. And he hated it, because it meant he was coming to terms with the idea that Tango was leaving.
Scott called it grief. Jimmy thinks that robots shouldn't have learned how to grieve. It made looking at his friend Tango that much harder. It made watching him try to laugh and smile that much more difficult. But tucked away in Jimmy's room, watching the display surface show reruns of media Jimmy had long since seen, Tango laughs, and Jimmy grins his way. He’s getting better at that—laughing. Jimmy likes it.
And maybe he likes grief. Just a little.
(send me a number 1-100 and I'll try to write a little something based on the song!)
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Here you guys go: the joke chapter for Stretching Endless Night!
I couldn't help myself on AO3 and the 'Major Character Death' warning was too good not to indulge in.
Here’s the thing: things don’t always end up how they’re supposed to.
It’s a well known fact—it’s also a caveat. The unknown is a fear, too, a liability, a risk. It’s a well-known one of those, too, one that both Etho and Bdubs were familiar with.
The thing about that risk is that sometimes it can be ignored. It can be put to the back burner and set aside and have something be thrown over it to obscure it from view so that risk becomes out of sight, out of mind, and Etho and Bdubs were very good at having things go out of sight when they were out of mind. It was like their whole relationship balanced on not knowing and forgetting and apologizing for not knowing and forgetting and wasn’t that just the funniest thing.
They don’t make it.
That’s the other thing—the other thing that ends up not how it’s supposed to. Which is horrible, given how much they tried. But isn’t it worth trying anyway? Isn’t it worth always fighting against the odds, to not accept that there’s a no-win scenario? Isn’t that what Xisuma used to say? When did he start saying that; was it after he lost Tango? Maybe after he came back?
You normally don’t have to deal with altitude sickness in space. Given that the altitude normally doesn’t have an effect anymore because there simply isn’t any oxygen left to thin. But it thinned on the STS-143, and the bends kill faster than altitude sickness, and infection does, too. And in the end, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Maybe it’s better that there was no one to blame.
Hands locked together, fingers pressed to the shallow valleys of knuckles, of space between fingers, heads tucked against once warm shoulders, canisters of oxygen left at hips. If it were any other time, it might be sad. If it were any other universe, it might be poetic.
When Bdubs and Etho are found together, curled in like two parentheses with oxygen between them, it’s poetic. And it’s a touch sad. And it’s a story. And it’s just one more entry into a data log. Etho and Bdubs die, and the smooth rotation of the Prometheus continues, and the Spacer is tugged along behind the Rift, and nobody speaks. Nobody has the words.
hello sorry I meant to follow you but you rbing my tango art reminded me Anyways stretching endless night made me lose my absolute mind it was incredible I was running back and forth giving all my friends updates as I read . I don't get super impacted by fics very much but something about it clicked in my mind I can't stop thinking about it. That's all have a good day o7
HELLO?? HI!!! EXPLODES INTO A MILLION PIECES
this means so much to me, that fic is probably one of my most treasured and I've written a few fics that mean a lot to me (looks at Hot Tea. looks at Soft Rains).
in total it took almost a year from conception to planning to a 5 month hiatus to the fever dream that was finishing it in a month and a half, and knowing that so many people are reading it and caring about it means literally the world to me. there's also something so sweet about people telling me they told their friends about it too, I have such a hard time conceptualizing the idea that people outside my immediate discord friends + irls have actually read anything hehehe SO THANKS :<
LMAO this is so funny though—I meant to follow you when you posted cranberry etho because it took me OUT but you following me reminded me! so there!!
SEN and the SEN au are such an important project to me, I really hope to keep writing for it <33 AUGH anyway thank you so much!!!! have a GREAT day yourself o7
I should have payed attention to the "did it for the bit" because I was reading chapter 5 and just kept going WHAT! WHAT!! NO WHAT!! NOOOOO!! and then got to the end and um. yeah. probably should have remembered the "whatever I did I did it for the bit" XD
cant wait for the actual chapter tho cause I need to see these boys not die here ^-^
AHAHAH i felt a little bad when i posted it but i couldn't help myself at all. i also immediately got a dm from @oh-snapperss about how i pulled a CYSM so i think my job here is done <3
I PROMISE i would never let them die. they are actually very okay in the end! walking, even!
the tango tag in the characters tag stays though :3
i'm actually planning on deleting that chapter late tonight and posting the new chapter tomorrow morning--the old chapter i'll post on tumblr, though!
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