I'm Working On Dimension Jump Right Now Guys, Should Be Up Sometime This Evening. I Know Its Been A While

I'm working on Dimension Jump right now guys, should be up sometime this evening. I know its been a while but I promise its worth it.

Rimmer snuggling a kitten! Be still my heart!

How do you always see into my soul? ❤️

Smegtober- Day 12 (Promises)

Stumbling into the room, Rimmer returned from Z shift, exhausted and ready to collapse. He considered revision before he had even finished his shift and decided against it today, something was just not right with him; from the moment he woke up, he felt heavy. Greeted by the sight of Lister sat hunched over on the floor, legs crossed and button up shirt pulled to shield whatever was in between them, Rimmer closed the door behind him. 

“Lister, what the smeg are you doing?”

He turned his head to look at him, not moving his body and pulling his shirt harder to cover whatever rested in his lap. The shirt rustled and meowed. 

“Nothin’,” he defended,” It's none of your business.” 

“You are unbelievable,” Rimmer scolded, crouching down at Lister's side and lowering his voice, “do you have any idea of the penalty for smuggling an unquarantined animal on board?”

“Yes, Rimmer,” he hissed, pulling his shirt  back to reveal a rather large, black cat, “I'm aware… but she needed a home. She's pregnant.”

Sinking further down to sit next to the third technician, Rimmer stared at the cat momentarily as though it was an alien, her large green eyes seeming to plead with him. He shook his head. Cats aren't that smart, Rimmer thought to himself, then again, neither is Lister.

The scouser gave him a similar look, brown eyes wide and pleading, just like the cat, “Please, Rimmer. Don't tell anyone. She's gentle and well behaved and I promise, I swear on me life, that she's clean. Cleaner than me even.” 

“Well, anything's cleaner than you,” the second technician mumbled with a sigh, slowly holding out his hand for the cat to sniff. She nuzzled into him, a soft purr emanating from her and reverberating on his hand as she pressed against him. 

“Rimmer, please promise me you wont tell anyone about Frankenstein.” Lister begged again. 

“Fine, I promise,” he tried his best to sound cold, failing miserably as the feline continued to pander for his attention, “But Frankenstein? Really?”

“It's a class name,” Lister protested, A grin plastered over his features, “and when I first got her I thought she was a boy.”

“You’re a total gimp, Listy,” he finally let a smile creep onto his lips, cooing as he picked up Frankenstein and pulled her onto his own lap, planting a small kiss between her ears and stroking her gently.

How did I not see this one? STOP WATCHING MY DREAMS! ❤️

Smegtober- Day 4 (Virtual Reality)

TW: Blood/Bodily Harm

He had been made the closest thing he would ever be to human again… The sand on the beach of better than life was rough, coarse in between his fingers as it fell back to the floor with a wet plop. Rimmer grimaced at the noise but reveled in the knowledge he had been the one to make it. He had a physical presence. He was almost flesh. 

Looking to his left, his eyes rested on Lister, his gaze fixated on his neck; a soft patch of the same type of flesh Rimmer was once made out of. He wondered how his skin differed, lingering too long and too close for Lister's comfort. 

He bared his teeth in an awkward smile. Lister knitted his eyebrows together in confusion as a way of response, facing Rimmer with his whole body as he said something the hologram couldn't quite process. The sound stung. It wordlessly echoed in his skull, his ears buzzing with the reverberated twang of Lister's voice. 

Grasping at his shoulders, Rimmer’s Eyes didn't leave his neck as he ran his thumbs across the material of his jacket. He winced at the noise; Polyester was never his favorite. Head sinking down to the shoulder of his bunk mate, Rimmer pulled him into an embrace, clamping onto smooth, human skin with his teeth and drawing blood. Lister shrieked and struggled against his grip. Rimmer did not relent. 

He buried his pearly whites deeper into him, groaning at the taste of sweet copper when he withdrew his fangs, tracing the wound with his tongue. Breath shaking, he savored the feeling of warmth, sticky and thick, in his mouth. 

Lister kicked, forcing Rimmer back into the sand as he scrambled for the exit, dragging The Cat with him. Blood dripped from Rimmer's lips, staining his teeth and chin. Tears fell from his eyes; They were warm and wet against his simulated skin; exhausted, he let his head fall back into the sand, high on coming so close to humanity, his mind still reeling from the taste of real flesh and blood… as real as he could get. 

Dimension Jump guys, come and get it!

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s my body is a slaughterhouse.

[text id: my jugular misses your teeth.]

So ... we're not gonna talk about the way his hand shakes? As if, you know, it fucking hurts?

No?

His final words may have been gazpacho soup, but I still find Rimmer's death scene makes me sad. The radioactive wind is powerful enough to knock him off his feet and push him into Hollister's office. And then seeing his hand falling into shot...😭