#rulesbent

       “lister, what are you on about?” rimmer’s voice is a perfect blend of annoyance and defensiveness, raised a little too loud, pitched a little too high, he’s not even sure how they ended up in a shouting match --- his parents never argued about things like this. he’s not even sure what the big deal is. the kid --- boe --- has just run off, crying about... something rimmer said, apparently, and locked themself in kryten’s room with the older mechanoid. and somehow, this is his fault.

the hologram rounds on lister now, anger directed at the only person left standing in front of him. “i was trying to focus! i’m a very busy man, lister, and i have an exam to study for! boe knew that! it’s incredibly important that i become an officer, you know. now that we have a child on board, i can’t have them thinking i’m some sort of...... pathetic failure.” he crosses his arms. “they have to respect me, lister, or they’ll never learn proper discipline. if they didn’t want me to shout, they shouldn’t have been bothering me, distracting me, while i was studying!” 

in reality, he’d been meticulously shading the lettering on the first row of his new and improved revision timetable --- which he’s had to edit now that there are childcare duties to account for. boe had come in, trying to get his attention, trying to show him something they’d made, and he’d lost his temper. perfectly reasonable, in rimmer’s eyes. a child’s arts and crafts project is hardly important compared to the astronavigation exam. 

@rulesbent​ asked:  ❝ i don’t get mad. i get even. ❞ (parker for hardison)

OVERWATCH SENTENCE STARTERS // NOT ACCEPTING

Hardison stares at Parker as she announces it, takes half a second to consider and—yeah, nope, that’s definitely worse than the alternative. He makes the bold move of stepping into Parker’s one-woman warpath, hands outstretched to impede her.

@rulesbent​ said: 💡 MEME: send 💡 and I will say what one of the best parts about playing my muse is STATUS: accepting !!

@rulesbent​ said: ❝ gods are stubborn. so am i. ❞ (rimmer for lister mayyybe?)

        “it figures you’d compare yourself to a god, considering what happened. you know that’s not real, right?” lister grins. “if anything, i’m still closer to being a god.” he rolls his eyes, and elbows rimmer in the side. “so what’s got you wound up all tight, anyway?” stupid question perhaps --- rimmer has always been high-strung. it’s basically his default nature. “did kryten forget to press your socks again?” it occurs to him that rimmer might actually be upset about something.... and he doesn’t care. but his jabs are slightly less mean-spirited, and so lister just shakes his head and leans against the wall across from rimmer. “what would you have us do, o holiest of smegheads?”

As a boy he had made a game of resurrection had learned the limits of his power in the most brutal ways. Ampelos had become the vines that grew amongst his hair, had given him the horns that grew their too. Ino and Melicertes had come back strange, changed by the rebirth he had forced on them. 

But they had all been practice for the two he wished to bring back now. And he would not have come for them if hadn’t wrestled a place from amongst the divine twelve, forcing their hand by making it impossible for them to ignore his cult’s popularity and influence. He had won these things so he could lay them at the feet of his wife and mother like prizes, proof of his worthiness for their love.