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If your kinks intersect with Red Dwarf I will look at you like this.
Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) dir. Blake Edwards
Shame and Secrets themed OC Ask Game
A bit of a specific one, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my mind…I like when oc questions are very prying. I tried to make them more serious as it goes along. Send in a number (or multiple) and and oc and I’ll answer!
Does your oc have any secrets? Whats their biggest one?
Does your oc have any embarrassing memories?
Is there any weird habits your oc has?
Are there any secrets your oc has shared with other characters? If so, who, and what secrets?
How good is your oc at keeping secrets?
How does your oc react to being told someone else’s secret? Do they lock it up tight, or spread it around?
How honest is your oc’s personality? Do they act how they feel, or do they tend to put up a front?
What’s something that your oc is insecure about? Something that someone could say to them that would really get under their skin?
How much shame does your oc feel about themself or their past? Do they brush stuff off and feel carefree, or stay up at night recounting mistakes?
Is there anything your oc wants or likes that they have to keep secret, like a guilty pleasure? Anything that would get them ostracized, attacked, or just insulted for saying it out loud?
If your oc could go back in time and change one moment from their life, would they, and what moment would they change?
If your oc had one day of their life where they were being monitored for a full 24 hours, and they knew this, what would they change about their routine?
If your oc had one where they could do anything without being caught, what would they do?
Has your oc ever done anything illegal or immoral?
How far would your oc go to keep their secrets secret? How low would they stoop?
Could your oc be effectively blackmailed with any of their secrets?
Feels like cheating on my beloved little hologram, but honestly I probably would
David Lister from Red Dwarf
Imagine if Sephy had a tumblr account.
Sephy: Dave! I'm on the tumblrs, let's Google ourselves!
Lister: That's ... not how any of this works.
(Thirty minutes later)
Lister: We can never tell Rimmer about this
That opening, I still love it.
Show the love my darlings.
Amelia the dark one
A story with really short chapters
1
That was the wrong straw.
Incidentally, that particular one may also have been the last straw.
Lister sighed and leaned further over the trolley.
Rimmer was now, once again, blustering about that single straw being the wrong size and shape and colour. He surely was losing his marbles. Lister rolled his eyes. Now he was shouting about threatening reporting him again.
Lister thought that was unfair.
"I bet you're not even listening, are you?"
He thought that was unfair too. He hadn't been listening. He had been humming and reminiscing about the good old days back in Liverpool.
He missed the pub.
Lister sighed again, even louder, and pulled his hat over his face, rubbing his eyes.
"Why does it even matter?" He groaned.
"It's not like we have to perform a life- saving manoeuvre with a straw!"
"Unfortunately for you, Lister, I take great pride and responsibility in doing the job properly!"
"Yeah and unfortunately for me, you're a total smeg head!"
"That's it, millado, you're on report!"
Lister made a face and leaned back, holding onto the bar at the back of the trolley. He put his feet onto the wheels and felt it rock slightly under his weight. He smiled quietly to himself as Rimmer waffled about job numbers and cleaning blocked nozzles. He'd get him soon.
15 minutes later, they bumped into Todhunter.
Literally.
Much to Rimmer's dismay, Lister had begun using the trolley as a go-kart, and had, completely by accident, raced around a blind corner, totally out of control, and smashed, dirty nozzle end first, into Todhunter.
Who wasn't angry.
Who wasn't instantly filing reports for Lister, like Rimmer expected.
Who was actually laughing with Lister on the floor, head in an odd position between the third technician's legs, chicken soup stains on his shirt and combat boots.
What a world.
There is an outtake from season 8 where Craig says, and I quote:
"I think you're gorgeous. I want to run naked through your underwear."
TO CHRIS!
Me, the first time I read a fanfic: okay, I'll just use incognito and, oh good, I don't have to type the whole sentence, Google has autofilled. Okay. So technically I didn't do this, Google did. immediately closes window as soon as someone walks by and burns upon reading.
Me now: Ten screens open, all on Rimster smut, completely unapologetic, will read on public transport.
First time smut writer: Um. Hope this is OK? It's only a bit of smut at the very end of the epilogue and you can skip it, it's ok. So sorry, um. Oh dear me. Please don't judge me. Nobody read this omg what have I done 😳
Seasoned smut writer: *ringing bell* Come get uR PORNOGRAPHY! 10k pwp, it's KINKY AS HECK so share it with all your friends!!! If you've got any suggestions for my Kinktober just drop it in the comments, I will write whatever wet, messy & DOWNRIGHT FILTHY fic about these two idiots 👏
Rimmer: does something stupid
Sephy: I'm gonna kiss him.
Lister: You mean kill him?
Sephy: That too.
Talking about Ace.
Lister: Are you sure he said 12 hours? Maybe he meant 12 minutes?
Sephy, from the next room: He meant hours.
New RD fanfic! Wee!
Also read it, its like reading the books
Amelia the dark one
Chapter 1 available on ao3