we get a lot of really great stuff in system collapse about murderbot's relationships with ART and ratthi, which makes sense, because it spends almost the entire book with them. but i also love how even though mensah isn't there for most of the story, other people keep reminding mb of her:
chapter 2, page 25: “From ART’s personnel file, she [Karime] was older than Mensah and she didn’t look like an intrepid space explorer, either, even in the protective environmental suit.”
2, 27: “It took Karime three seconds to process the abrupt statement. (She was almost as good at not looking annoyed as Mensah was.) She kept her expression neutral and patient.”
2, 28: “In the underground colony room, Karime lifted her brows. ‘Another occupied site?’ I thought she was being careful not to show too much reaction. It was the way Mensah would have played it.”
4, 70: “Iris looked at me and I saw her hesitate, because her hesitation looked a lot like Dr. Mensah’s hesitation. And I realized I really didn’t want to go down there.”
5, 104: "Iris has that same thing as Dr. Mensah, the thing where she’s able to look and sound calm under circumstances where shit is possibly about to go down.”
it's spent so much time with her and it knows her so well and respects her so much that she's the model against which it compares all other humans. it thinks about her when they're not together. it's protective of her. it has such total faith in her competence. it (non-romantically) loves her and doesn't want to not see her again. idk man, it just gets to me! and they were teammates (oh my god they were teammates!!)
bonus:
I said, aloud, "You have to be kidding me." (ch. 2, p. 28)
seven pages later, in reaction to the same thing:
Mensah had had time to review the feed video. She muttered, "Oh, you have to be kidding me."
Yeah.
twinsies 🥰
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*ೃ༄ baking prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗
— “uh, not that i’ve made a mistake or anything- but can you remind me of the difference between baking soda and baking powder?”
— “you eat one more handful of chocolate chips and i’m sending you to the shop to buy more.”
— “i don’t know what you expected when you ate raw cake batter!”
— “wait, you- you’ve got flour here, just let me- “₁ “gah, go away!!”₂
— “vinegar? in a cake?!”
— “how many bags of icing sugar do we need again?”
— “you’re so good at this. how are you so good at this?”
— “so you’re telling me you never baked with your mom as a kid? not even cookies, or fairy cakes?”
— “i told you we needed to let the sponge cool before we frosted it!”
— “this is why it’s a bad idea to bake while winedrunk.”
— “pass me the vanilla, would you?”₁ “god, how much more vanilla could you possibly need?!”₂
— “can we go back to you doing the baking and me doing the eating? pleeease?”
— “look, i swear i’m paying attention. can you just show me one more time?”
— “what on god’s green earth happened here?”₁ “i wanted to make you a cake. it didn’t go so well.”₂
— “you’re not so bad at this, you know.”
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#I don't feel like this is a particularly good characterisation of reality but it makes for cool toys to use for like #uhh is there some word for a generalization of the thing one does in like literary criticism #but applied to things other than just literature
extracting these tags because I think this is very often the activity rat-adj is engaged in, and it would be good to recognize it as such
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I feel like a posting maniac these days but I think I’m going to try and start moving over here from Twt because… well, there’s a lot of reasons, but mostly because I have Very Large Thoughts ™️ about everything and I think this is a better platform for that.
Anyway, here’s a Drabble-snippet-thing about lawyers in love from that
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“You have flour on your nose.”
That was how it all started, he supposed, as he reached out with a steady hand to brush his thumb over the offending spot, knuckles catching (just barely, barely) on the other man’s lips, leaving his mouth opened so slightly he couldn’t even see his teeth.
Then, his eyes, flicking down to the spots where his fingers just were, and back up to meet his, and they were shining silver, oh so gray, like a mist or a fog or the smoke on a mountain.
Then, a rush. Closeness, collision, sudden warmth, and then–
Well, then he was here, forehead resting against his partner’s (partner?) as Miles laughed in the breath of their first kiss.
“You taste like brown sugar,” he whispered, reaching up to hook his arms around Phoenix’s neck. “Why do you taste like brown sugar?”
Phoenix could barely keep his eyes open, staring into the starlight just in front of him. “There’s a lot of it in the mix.”
Miles hummed as he dipped his head forward, tracing his nose along the curve of the man’s jaw. “I take it that you’ve been eating the cookie dough, then?”
The attorney slid his hands down to the other’s waist, carefully drawing their warm bodies closer together, not caring if the egg and flour and mess stained his clothes. “Maybe I have.”
“Despite the fact that we’ve been using raw eggs this entire time?”
His palm slid up, tracing over dips and curves, catching on wrinkles in the man’s well-kept outfit (semi-formal even outside of the courtroom, in a tight-knit sweater, buttery soft against his skin, and a pair of casual slacks to match), hooking for just a moment on the knot of the apron he donned, before resting comfortably at the dip of his jaw, brushing a thumb over his rosy cheeks. “Looks that way, yeah.”
It was stunning how perfectly his hand fit, like the curve of Miles’ neck was made for his hand, like the curve of his lips was made for his kisses.
The prosecutor laughed again, a punched near-wheeze, before leaning close to brush his lips against Phoenix’s ear. “If you give me salmonella, I’ll never let you live it down.”
Their lips caught again, trading sweetness and air and life, and as they parted, Phoenix held a lone chocolate chip up in front of Miles’ face, relishing in the way he slipped it into his mouth and hummed at the rich flavor.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he murmured, pulling him in for another touch.
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Hola amigas. Can I interest you in a pass-it-on game?
Below is a briefly written snippet. Please add to it if/as you reblog. Or even share your own original posts if you'd like, with game instructions to have others add to them as well.
I'm very thankful for all of the creative writing work, skills, and talent shared here on tumblr- from the big beautiful novel length fics, to the one shots, to the short cutesie head canons. Wouldn't it be neat to see what is created with shared snapshot moments!
You are welcome to add what you want, a paragraph or two or a couple of sentences: increase the spice // fold in fluff // mix in some lore // sprinkle in angst // a pinch of humor // a dollop of dialogue // whatever your heart desires. Then pass on to others to add and keep it going. A sort of.. collaborative reblog game? Idk but seems fun, no?
A sigh escaped Elain's parted lips as glass decanters from the vanity crashed to the floor and she was lifted onto it at a dizzying pace, Azriel's strong body fitting perfectly between her legs. Before she could regain equilibrium, his hands were in her hair, then on her neck, then squeezing and pulling at her waist.
A desperate growl broke from his mouth "Elain, you have been a fucking..."
His breath was hot and his lips felt divine as he leaned forward to suck at the freckles on her throat. She couldn't think beyond his teeth grazing her skin, traveling lower and lower.
".. tease.. all fucking nigh-"
Elain hardly suppressed her moan as Azriel nipped her collar bone, his scarred palms rough against her thighs as he resolved to shove away the hem of her dress and unfasten the buckles of her garter. His panting, his heartbeat, his scent, were waves crushing her with every tide, deliciously winding the tightness between her legs until she was rigid and there was no existence beyond this. Just Azriel. And her. No more space between them.
He drew back, his eyes fixing on her neckline. No, not there. He was gazing into the vanity mirror behind her, she realized. The view of her body lined with his in the reflection. And Elain could feel the heat of his gaze like a match lit along her spine as he lifted her dress higher and higher...
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Reblog with your fav devotional act in the tags
In regard to my Devotional Acts - What are they and what do I do? post, reblog or comment with your favorite devotional act to do.
Bonus if you add to whom the act is in devotion to!
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