#omgcp horror fic

[gothlesbianlardo]

alicia zimmermann wouldn’t call sfx in horror “terrible” or “worse” she would eat that shit up and enjoys playing characters where she gets to wear prosthetics makeup and fake blood

#alicia zimmermann #check please #omgcp #I know it’s not serious but that line in the werewolf bitty fic about horror sfx being *terrible* still bothers me #also the *computer graphics*? most of that shit is puppetry and stop animation not cgi! #anyway I will forever stand by my horror legend alicia headcanon she means a lot to me

[wrathofthestag]

There are so many great OMGCP fics out there that I love to read, and rec, again and again. I decided to group some together, by theme, and share them with you.  I’ll be posting one or two themes a month. Most of the fics are Zimbits-centric.

Theme:  Horror, Thriller, Spoopy Fun

NB, In time for Halloween---mind the tags. I curate these, but it's up to you if you want to read them. Don't come @ me.

I Howl and I Whine by PorcupineGirl @porcupine-girl

Summary: While it's not particularly strange that Jack Zimmermann is in Eric Bittle's food history seminar, it's downright shocking that the incredibly hot captain of the hockey team might actually be interested in him. Even more surprising is the fact that Jack happens to be best friends with the owner of a husky that came through the animal shelter where Bitty works a few weeks ago. A husky whose name also happens to be Jack. Jack, meanwhile, has problems of his own. Chief among them: The fact that he is both the cute boy in Bitty's food seminar and the husky he cared for at the animal shelter.

Heart of Ice by flowerfan @flowerfan2

Summary: Bitty and Jack have been dating happily since Jack’s graduation. When Jack mysteriously disappears, right after winter break during Bitty’s senior year, Bitty is devastated. The media assumes he had another overdose, but Bitty doesn’t believe it. A few hints emerge, but no real answers. Bitty struggles to stay hopeful. When Jack finally resurfaces… he’s changed.

glory & gore by the_one_that_fell @alphacrone

Summary: When Johnson first invited him to partake in ritual sacrifice, Bitty laughed at him. “What’s that- y’all gonna sacrifice a keg to the hockey gods?”

Within these walls by actualkon

Summary: July 12th 2009The house sits alone in the middle of the neighborhood, run down, a ‘for sale’ sign stuck in unkempt, thick grass; the only house on fraternity row that remained vacant.

Better Than Wikipedia by BaegentWashington (onesaltydemon) @onesaltydemon

Summary: Eric Bittle knew there were several things that were special about Jack Zimmermann. He was really smart, had a great butt, and could effortlessly shift between English and French. Still, there was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

anything for one more hour of light by the_one_that_fell @alphacrone

Summary: Bittle was laughing just before the bus crashed.

Bromancy by Pinkerton @agrossunderstatement

Summary: Remember the time Jack said the couch growled at him? A story of magic, babies, romance, bros, and too many pies.

Poor Wayfaring Stranger by MaraMcGregor @maramcgregor

Summary: Bitty's been a vampire for 7 years. He is finally living (sort of) a stable life well away from his vampire hunting family. One night, a handsome stranger comes into his bakery in the middle of the night. He knows exactly who it is. Jack Zimmermann, of the notorious Zimmermann hunting family. And everything had been going so well.

Strange Beings by Joanne_Lupin @fightmekentparson

Summary: Catching feelings is hard enough. Catching feelings for the only person in the world who can see or talk to you? That really, really sucks.

A Blessing That Comes Nightly by MapleleafCameo @mapleleafcameo

Summary: It's the dark in the night, it's the dark in your head, when the vampires come for you.

Definitely Not A Ghost Problem by rewmariewrites @and-still-not-a-ginger

Summary: Ransom is not afraid of ghosts, because ghosts don’t exist.

Buyer Beware by MaraMcGregor @maramcgregor

Summary: Bitty is an angry/vengeful spirit in a house that Jack moves into. Bitty didn't survive that night in the closet in 7th grade. He's been haunting his old childhood home ever since. Jack moves in after being traded to the Atlanta Thrashers, completely unaware of the history of the house.

Take Me in Your Arms and Leave the Rest by omgericzimmermann (HMSLusitania) @hmslusitania

Summary: After an injury takes Jack out of his short-lived NHL career, he's left drifting. So he buys a house and decides to rebuild it. Fortunately, he's got a cute neighbour to keep him company.

Reblog and show these amazing authors some love.

#omgcp-themed-fic-recs #omgcp themed fic recs #zimbits #zimbits au #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #justin oluransi #adam birkholtz #larissa duan #shitty knight #omgcp horror fic #horror #horror fics

[karin848]

Number 50 on the prompt list for bittyparse

Thanks for sending in a fic prompt!! Here’s a little less than 300 words of accidental fluff

BittyParse - #50 I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand

Kent stares up at the building from where he sits behind the wheel of his flashy car. He parked ten minutes ago, but hasn’t quite yet mustered up the courage to click off his seatbelt and open the door. He reaches for the key, still in the ignition, but his hand ends up hovering over that for a few extra minutes as well.

 Bitty sits in the passenger seat of the car, waiting patiently while Kent goes through an internal crisis. Kent glances over and sees him looking nonchalant at his phone, but he’s not tapping the screen or reading anything, so Kent thinks he’s just giving him some space to do this on his own. It’s… nice. Kent needs that, he appreciates it.

 Taking a deep breath, Kent finally turns the key and shuts off the car engine. Bitty locks his phone screen but doesn’t reach for his seatbelt until Kent unbuckles his own. Together, they open their doors and step out into the parking lot. Kent looks at the sign on the door for a minute before he nods, ready. The two of them step into the front office and a little bell lets out a cheery jingle, signaling their arrival.

 A cheery looking woman sits at the front desk, and she greets them when they walk up. “Well, hello! Welcome to Cuddly Critters Animal Sanctuary, how can we help you today?”

 Kent feels something tug on his sleeve and looks down just in time to see Bitty’s fingers intertwine with his own. He glances over and smiles, feeling heaps and loads less afraid than he did before. He grins at the woman who greeted them and replies,

 “We’re looking to adopt.”

#BittyParse #Bitty/Parse #Bitty/Kent #omgcp fic #omgcp #trashynishiki #my fic #my writing #Was gonna go with an actual scary prompt fill like haunted house or horror movie date but this idea grabbed me and wouldn't let go #Hope you enjoy this!

[punmasterkentparson]

but the cat came back

(ao3)

Enjoy some zombie cat fic for Halloween. (General warnings for a bit of body horror, pet death, grief, and the implication that the Las Vegas desert is a smiling god of death.)

Kit dies on a Thursday. Kent wakes up to her soft body limp on the pillow next to him, stiff rigor mortis already setting in. She’s only six years old.

Cancer, the autopsy finds. Deadly and undetected. They offer to cremate her body but Kent declines. He accepts her stitched up corpse with numb hands, puts it in the carrier and takes it home in some macabre parody of another routine vet checkup. Once in his driveway, he sits there for nearly an hour just staring at the unopened garage door. Wondering if there were signs. Blaming himself for missing them. Resisting the urge to bang his face bloody on the steering wheel and put himself on IR for a few games. He’d deserve it, for putting his career ahead of her.

He does not do that. He parks his car, gets the carrier out of the car, and roots around the garage for a shovel.

Lucky for him, Vegas Decembers are warm enough that the earth gives easily. His backyard looks out on dry desert and distant mountains. Sun beats down on him and the dirt is a cheery rust-yellow-brown. Putting Kit to rest out here feels less like a solemn burial and more like an offering to an indifferent, smiling god.

Kent does it anyway. He pads the bottom of the grave with Kit’s favorite blanket and arranges her toys around her. It doesn’t make her look more alive, like he’d hoped. She just looks more dead. He can see the stitches where they sewed up her eyes. Evidence of the cancer that ate her spine and jaw and brain.

It feels like someone else is moving his hands as he buries her. Someone else has lost his best friend, someone else is tossing dirt on an unmoving body, someone else is staring at a mound of minced earth and trying to stay standing in a world that has come to a choking, bruising, shuddering, rib-breaking stop. Like being in a car crash. The seatbelt and the airbag caught him from going headfirst out the window, but he’s still black and blue from the impact.

“Give her back, you prick,” he whispers at the endless horizon of cacti and rock.

It takes him forever to make the decision to turn and walk back into the house.

--

He shows up to practice the next day and smiles and tells no one. The tears dried when he finally passed out in bed last night, and he washed his face thoroughly. They have a game to play. Kent plays it. Then the next, then the next. A week passes.

He goes on a six-day road trip with the team and gets several frantic texts from his cat sitter. He lies and says that Kit is staying with a friend; apologizes for forgetting to tell her, for scaring her.

Pucks and goals and cellies and bruises and fights and wins and losses.

Bars and drinking and friends and cold hotel beds.

Home is a mausoleum. Nothing has moved. Dust settles and there are no paws to stir it up.

Kent drinks and goes to bed aching.

He wakes up to fur and paws and a coarse, creaking, “Meow!”

Half the sheets come with him as he falls out of bed.

“Meow!” yells Kit from the dirt-stained pillow. Her eyes are still sewn shut, and from the floor, Kent can see the stiches in her belly.

--

She only eats wet food, now. Kent had been afraid to put his fingers within reach. When he finally gets the courage, Kit only sniffs them. Her fur is patchy and a sour smell of disturbed earth clings to her.

She plays with her toys as energetically as always. A lack of eyes doesn’t bother her. Her voice is awful at first, dry and deep and choking on dust. But by the third day it’s clear as a bell. It rings through Kent’s home like Christmas bells.

--

“Dude, you look awful,” someone says about a month after Kit’s resurrection.

Kent shrugs off the chirp and puts on his gear and plays hockey. But later, after practice, he puts himself in front of a mirror in private and studies his face. There are dark circles under his pink-tinted eyes, which look even worse against his doughy pallor—or maybe it’s just the lights? He pulls off his shirt. He doesn’t remember his muscles and bones being that well-defined, like the fat’s been sucked out.

Nothing feels off, though. Every meal is an exercise in gluttony, and at night he sleeps like the dead.

He sleeps better at home, with Kit curled up against him, purring in dissonance with his heartbeat. Her fur has grown back and the stitches were pushed out of her healed skin. Except for the eyes, she’s almost completely back to normal. That’s all Kent cares about.

--

Christmas comes and goes. The Aces win and lose. Kent wakes up one morning to find Kit staring back at him.

“Is everything okay, Kent?” asks their coach two days later after practice. “You’re looking… well, a little thin, these days.”

“I’m fine,” Kent says. “It’s just that time of year.” He pulls on a hoodie. He rarely goes without thick clothes these days. People comment on the prominence of his collarbones and elbows, otherwise. “I’ll check in with Toby, see if he’s got any recommendations for keeping the fat on.”

“Good idea,” says their coach, his relief evident. “Let me know what he says.”

Kent does not go see Toby. He doesn’t want to hear what he already knows.

--

A game against the Schooners is where it all goes to shit. Kent gets plowed into the boards and he can’t get up again. Time is skewed and data escapes him. Light rings in his ears and voices burn his eyes. Somehow, they get him to a doctor.

“Concussion,” Kent manages to catch through the fog in his head. If he had the tears for it, he’d cry.

Swoops drives him home. “It’s not career-ending,” he says in an attempt to reassure.

Kent is not reassured. He says nothing. After Swoops has gotten him inside and set him up on the sofa, Kent makes an ass of himself until he convinces his best and oldest human friend to leave.

“I’ll check in on you tomorrow, jackass,” Swoops snaps as he goes.

Kent curls up on the sofa and hugs a pillow. Tears burn but won’t come. His eyes have been dry like the desert for weeks.

“Meow?” inquires Kit.

“Not now, baby,” Kent whispers. Everything is too loud. Everything hurts.

“Meow,” Kit decides, and walks all over him until she finds a place to settle down, between his neck and the back of the sofa. She starts licking his ear.

Kent falls asleep, his head pounding.

He wakes up sixteen hours later. The house is silent. Something stiff and cold is wedged between his head and the sofa.

“Mrr,” creaks Kit. Her voice is like gravel.

Carefully, Kent sits up. His head is perfectly clear. Behind him, slumped in the corner of the sofa, Kit lies limp and eyeless.

“Oh, baby.” Kent gathers her up and holds her. She’s chilly to the touch and he can barely hear her heart beating. She breathes like each lungful is her last. But she stays. Kent clings to her, waiting, his heart already breaking in preparation to revisit that moment of loss. But Kit stays. And, gradually, she warms. Just enough to feel like a body, not a corpse.

Kent takes them both into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. Color in his cheeks, light in his eyes, muscle and fat thick on his body.

“Mrr,” Kit grumbles. She stretches one paw against his chest, her blunt claws extending and catching on his shirt. In that instant, Kent feels a patch of chill grow under his skin.

He looks himself in the eyes in the mirror. The concussion is gone.

“Okay,” he says. He looks down at Kit. Her face is upturned, her eyeless gaze intent. Kent realizes, then, that he doesn’t actually know if what crawled out of the desert’s cracked earth was actually, completely his cat.

But Kent is renewed. The concussion is gone.

“Okay,” he tells Kit, and kisses her patchy forehead. She smells like the sour earth of a disturbed grave. “Okay.”

--

“Bruh, are you sure you’re okay?”

Kent smiles and nods. “Yeah, man. Just a bad night’s sleep.”

“You’ve been having a lot of those.” The tone is doubtful.

Kent laughs. “It’s Kit. I swear she misses me so much on roadies, she can’t stand to let me sleep when I’m home. I’m good, though.”

He is. He’s learned to eat more and sleep more and keep himself warm, to ward off the chill. Especially at night, when the desert’s cold fingers creep into his backyard and come looking for heat. It looks worse than it is. And it doesn’t last. When he needs it, he knows, he’ll get it back with interest.

Someone tells him to visit the nutritionist. Kent leaves without listening.

Kit, fluffy and yellow-eyed and whole, greets him when he gets home.

#halloween #pet death #body horror #resurrection #pet sematary if the pets weren't evil #kit is a good cat guys she loves kent parson #kent parson #omgcp #ficlet #omgcp fic #omgcp halloween #omgcp halloween fic #check please #las vegas aces #a smiling god

[movedto-dazaipositive]

Will has rough hands. He's the tallest person he knows, but he still flinches when a woman moves towards him too quickly. He doesn't let himself think about why. He doesn't let himself think about his aunt Eloise, with her summer dresses and long black hair and the hands he knows the feel of all too well, better than he ever should have.

Instead he doesn't drink at parties, watches the room to make sure no one's slipping anything into drinks. He takes care of everybody he knows the only way he knows how, swallows when he overhears Derek talk about him to Lardo, tries to learn from it and fails, tries and fails again, blows up and feels guilty later, watches out for Derek anyway, and Bitty, and Chowder, and Lauren from comp-sci and her friend Melissa; listens to Shitty even when he's too loud; fixes the Haus roof where it's leaking; tries to study in the dorms and fails because his roommate keeps making jokes about how he'd let an older woman fuck him, and the jokes make Will's head spin and his throat tighten, because he doesn't know how to say Don't do that, don't say that, it would hurt. Dex doesn't want to hurt people, but some days he doesn't know how to stop, feels more like a bruise than a person, an open wound that never scabs over. A blight. Some days he feeds stray dogs just for a fresh start and love that feels clean. Anything's cleaner than his blood, even the dirt, especially the dirt. Will plants a cherry tree behind the Haus just because he can and he wants to watch something grow in a way that doesn't rip his skin coming up.

Will calls his uncle, but not his parents. He calls Bitty over the holidays, and Chowder. He texts Ransom and Nursey. Justin helps him keep up his studying over the holidays and distracts him with talk about the new tv show he's watching. Shitty calls him, and asks gently whether Dex is okay. Yes, he says, and cuts the call right after. That is not the move of an okay person. Shitty will live. Dex will too, if only because he has a cherry tree to look after. He thinks about Chowder finding out he's dead. It hurts more than thinking about dying does.

Maybe when he goes back to Samwell he'll talk to a student counselor. Yeah, right.

prompts | request

#william poindexter #omgcp #omgcp fic #chowdex (implied) #dex #carysfics #original #character study #csa tw #mild body horror #lmk if i should tag anything else

[bilbos]

i just wish fandoms had more paranormal fics??? and not even ghost hunting fics....just good old horror paranormal shit???

#about me #i'm reading an amazing paranormal omgcp fic rn #and it makes me sad that there isn't more of it in any fandom i'm in #like good ol' paranormal horror #i want to write something eventually #when i'm not so busy with doing edits and school #but yeah i just love that genre so much #and i'm just sad there isn't more of it

[siriuslyarrogant]

2020 top 5

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I saw this on @willdexpoindexter blog and figured why the hell not, but then I realised all my fics on ao3 are from this year and it became more difficult to pick 5 but well I'm bored so here goes.

Dead poets society

Worse things have happened (2,400)

- Pre Anderperry

- internalised homophobia

- misunderstandings

So I'm glad I managed to get an idea down that was both coherent and decently long (but my standard) and I also wanted to show a different outlook on how Todd became friends with the poets.

Darkest, my old friend (1,400)

- background relationships

- text/social media fic

- how to care for one Neil Perry

I don't really know what this is but I liked writing it. I got to do a text fic from Todd POV and include the horrors of high school yearbooks and being sick.

NCIS

I don't want you to (but I also maybe want you too) (1,200)

- pre Tim/Tony

- episode tag (S1 ep7)

- jealousy

I like the episode and I think this keeps in line with it and I don't know I was one of the first I wrote that I really liked.

Can we always be this close (800)

- Tim/Tony/Ziva

- dinner date

- cosy night in

Honestly I forgot I wrote this but the vibes. THE VIBES. They're so damn cosy and soft and just the vibes, man.

How to be 'normal': an Incomplete Guide (16,000)

- demi romantic bisexual Tony DiNozzo

- male friendships

- internalised arophobia

- both m/m and m/f

So I'm only really proud of this because of the length of it. I manged to write something this long - most during lockdown while not doing so good. So I like it, it's different and yeah.

P.s however I would like to add I am not arospec but tried my best to inform about Demiromantic stuff.

+ bonus

As I found out about this on a check please blog I'm going to add A omgcp fic on here.

I started acting out when you moved on (1,200)

- past Kent/Jack, pre Kent/Swoops

- epikegster

- cat symbolism for caring

- Kent Parson idiot tm

So I forgot I wrote this. April apparently happened and I apparently wrote this. Honestly I like it, it's a bit angsty but yh.

#omgcp #check please #ncis #dead poets society #anderperry #todd anderson #tony dinozzo #kent parson #timothy mcgee #fic #jack zimmermann

[showsonface]

Can you tell us more about your Night Vale au? I'm excited to hear more :0

for sure! my WTNV au is actually something I was doing back in 2016, so there’s like 4-5 pages of content for it on my blog if you’d like to look through the old posts; they should be tagged ‘wtnv au’, and this link should take you to the beginning of all of them (but tumblr has been screwing with my links lately, so apologies if it doesn’t work, lmk and i’ll fix it). 

making the AU was probably one of my favorite times in the fandom, because so many people were excited for it and it spurred a lot of amazing creativity and content! @itty-bittle​ wrote an INCREDIBLE fic based on it (GO READ IT RN) and @tronnies-art-blog​ made this fantastic piece of art.

the AU is pretty simple, i just blended omgcp into the wtnv setting and characters. I’ll put a rundown of everyone’s roles / fun details below.

Bitty (taking Cecil’s role) - host of WTSW (Welcome to Samwell), a student-run radio station for one of the strangest universities to ever exist

Jack The Historian / Photographer - based directly off of Carlos The Scientist. not a cryptid except for his abnormally beautiful cheekbones (according to bitty) 

Intern Nursey - in charge of research and information gathering for WTSW. One of the only people to survive the librarians, but as a result of his run-in with them, he is constantly dripping ink and can only speak in proverbs.

Intern Dex - in charge of general maintenance and upkeep for WTSW and the station headquarters. Perpetually on fire!

Intern Chowder - in charge of being cool i guess (probably publicity). shark boy 

The Wingman - Holster, but he’s a terrifying 6-8 winged angel with fiery eyes and a really LOUD voice (not that different from regular Holster). deliberately referencing Wingman, the devastating AU comic Ngozi herself made, in which Rans & Holster are firemen and holster fucking DIES

Ransom - possibly one of the only normal people at Samwell, which is probably why the Wingman keeps following him around trying to protect him

Providence McFalconer - based off Hiram McDaniels; a terrifying amalgam of all of the falconers into one many-headed dragon body

Kit Purrson - essentially Khoshekh. stuck floating in the station bathroom

Kent Parson - steve carlsberg....

Station Management - Lardo, but she’s an eldritch horror (again, not that different from regular Lardo)

The Shitty Old Student Who Lives In Your Dorm - he’s there

Johnson - does anyone actually remember Johnson from omgcp itself? i feel like a grandma whenever i mention him. anyway he’s sweating, this is too much canon divergence even for him

let me know if you guys would like to see more of this particular AU / something similar! i love cryptids

#omgcp #wtnv au #mine #anonymous #asks #thank u 4 asking! i love this au a lot it was a baller time #hmu if u want anything related to that and i'll... think about it #chowder: on all levels except physical... i am a shark #long post #i'm sorry! for some reason tumblr won't let me do readmores anymore?

[gendzl]

sometimes omgcp fic writers don't know how to use "y'all" and sometimes omgcp fic writers don't know how to use "eh?" and then, sometimes, there are omgcp fic writers who can't use either one correctly and I collapse in a fit of linguistic horror.

#¶

[tangotangredi]

Behind the Scenes: Part 4

The Color Palette Sets

First of all, thank you for the wonderful and kind responses I’ve been getting for making these behind the scenes posts! I’m happy that yall enjoy them. If there were people interested in any kind of tutorial I’d be easily convinced to make one of those as well.

Moving on.

In a state of boredom, I had opened my requests up for 5 slots of this ask meme. Please don’t send more because they were really hard and a couple almost broke me.

Needless to say, I won’t be doing a color palette meme again.

So let’s begin!

Set 1: Tango in #7

After an hour or so of finding a face claim, I liked for my sweet jersey son I set out to source video. I get really picky when I choose fcs because I prefer to use photos and video they chose to upload (which means for faces I won’t use Pinterest or google images). I was really lucky that the model I chose for Tango also had a vlog. After downloading the video and screencapping an array of photos I thought might work, I set to work on actually editing. 

Now here’s why I say I won’t do color palettes again

Every single frame of every single gif had to be recolored. Actually, every single image needed to be recolored to hit as many of the colors in the palette as possible.  

I had to remake the “Are You Lost?” sign to incorporate the pink and added a transparent texture to the “What If” panel to give it something extra. 

I was really quite pleased with how this one turned out!

Set 2: Holsom in #18

When I started this one I realized I didn’t really have an fc for Ransom or Holster or for most of the SMH crew really. So I took a day and started my OMGCP Face Claim List. A list of various fcs for the crew that has a sample photo, person’s name & age, and links to their public social media. At the bottom there’s also links to various modeling agencies where I find most of my fcs and other aesthetic resources. 

After I found a Ransom and Holster I liked I sourced photos and video from Youtube and Instagram. Of course, Ransom had to have salmon shorts and both of them had to be doing something goofy. 

My favorite fun fact about this set is that while the video of Ransom looks pretty serious he’s actually lip syncing a Disney song with a Snapchat filter on top. It’s so perfectly on brand for Holsom. If you click through to the video you’ll see that I again recolored his shirt and the background frame by frame. 

Set 3: Bitty in #17

This was where they really started to get tricky. All of the gifs in this one were recolored. I had a hard time figuring out how to mix these colors in an aesthetically pleasing set together, especially when the first thing I think about with these colors is Christmas. And that really wasn’t what I wanted for the set.  

In the end, I wasn’t as thrilled with this one as the last two. And Bitty fcs are SO HARD. 

Set 4: Georgia Martin in #6

I was able to find an excellent George fc but she didn’t have any video that worked for this set which made it difficult. On top of that, there are only a few things that most associate her with: running, hockey, being a GM, (being queer). 

The Team USA hockey gif is from the 2018 Olympics. I erased the year, Peyongchang, and the player’s number to make it as vague as possible to allow the viewer to assume that it could be George. This was all frame by frame and took near a day and a half. 

It took a few hours and some help from friends to source a running clip like what I was looking for and it still wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. 

Then I had to figure out how to turn being a GM into a visual. It was impossible to find any video of a woman in an office setting. the 2 clips I ended up using were from the press conference scene at the end of Iron Man and a 2-second clip from The Belko Project trailer (the movie is R-rated and I don’t recommend watching the trailer for everyone because of the sheer amount of gore and horror aspects) 

Something I’m happy I included but annoyed it didn’t fit the colors was the bi flag elements. I love them individually and for her but the brightness of the colors made it clash with the rest of the set and because of the significance of the colors, I wouldn’t change them for the aesthetic. 

Set 5: The Surprise aka Zimbits in #9

This request was sent via dm instead of ask so I was able to hold onto it as a treat for myself at the end of making the rest of these sets. 

I didn’t know where to go with this set so I asked one of the discord servers I’m in and they said it felt like beach vibes and that’s the direction I went with. 

Next was digging up beachy photos and video as well as a template to work with. I hadn’t done anything with non-typical templates yet. (typical meaning everything in its own little box). I couldn’t find any beach vibes from the Bitty fcs so I decided to look a little older, especially when the person that requested it writes most of my fav future fics for zimbits. After finding a good Bitty and Jack I set to work for video. I dug through Youtube and Instagram and found a few stock video channels here, here, and here.

Then I spent like 3 hours looking for photoshop brushes that I liked then building my own template with them. These also required a Lot of recoloring but in the end I love the way this set turned out. 

It should also be known that color palettes wouldn’t be as difficult if I wasn’t using gifs. It’s a medium I enjoy and will continue to use but it also has a tendency of making things harder on myself.

#text #omgcpedit #behind the scenes #rosy #omgcp #bts #there was a 6th set requested from a friend and I'm considering going for it but I'm going off grid for the next week or so #so like ryan hartman send me a voicemail lol #also this one is like WAY longer and text heavy

[machiavelliinadress]

1, 2, 7, 12 ❤

Thank you Tempe ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

1. What fandom(s) are you reading these days?

I’m on a Batman/DCU kick– mainly anything Jason Todd related. I’ve read the ParentHood verse, I’ve read Minimum Height Requirement and am working on the verse. Basically fuck Batman, long live Red Hood. 

2. What fandom(s) have you given up?

OMGCP. The fandom is entirely too much. Also Kent character study and Kent/Happiness seem to be in ever dwindling supply, and that was my fandom life blood. 

Otherwise, Merlin, Bleach (I come back to the 8/13 ‘verse at least annually, as well as Breathing Lessons), Naruto (seriously, Dirt and Ashes and Pulling My Weight are my tethers to fandom here), along with a handful of other fandoms that were so small I qualified as a BNF/bitch in fandom. 

7. What kind of fic is your favourite? 

Anything that explores consequences and nuances. Part of why I love Embers is that it looks at the stuff that’s brushed off in A:TLA and takes it to the logical end. Which hurts and sucks and is fucked up enough to create a robust Fridge Horror subpage. The other fics I’ve linked also poke at this sort of handwaving and force actual consequences. I can’t write this stuff myself, which only adds to my love and admire for it. 

12. What makes you recommend a fic to everyone you know?

Ok paragraphs and good grammar/spelling– it needs to be readable

Interesting plotine– either new to fandom plotlines or masterclass versions of the common ones. 

Solid characterization– I’m a little more forgiving in AUs, because different experiences and expectations lead to reactions that differ from canon. Give me enough to understand why and I’ll back your changes.

Not required but– grey areas. Enough of them that on rereading I find my reactions changing. Circling back to Embers, I’ve grown enough that each time I reread it I find a new nuance to appreciate and enhance my enjoyment. Currently, Madam Wen talking to Suyin about lords and Zuko talking to Suyin about how to handle combat fatigue. 

#am i selfishly hoarding links to 8/13? #yes yes i am #also I'm not sure if she'd want me linking early stuff

[aceadmiral]

Anon Ace Fic Recs!

Happy weekend! And thank you to everyone who sent anonymous fic recs! @queenieofaces​ decided not to take me up on the offer, but I’m so glad to have so many people come and give so many recs! And so many I hadn’t read!

Before we begin, though: Please make sure to read all tags/warnings on these works. I haven’t read all of them and cannot vouch for what may or may not be in them; plus, everyone has different things they don’t want to read.

I Know How to Love Only When You're Holding Me by kingess Fandom: Les Misérables Rec: This is my absolute favorites. It's Les Misérables, ace Courfeyrac x Combeferre, and omg I recognise so many things. (50k, complete, Trigger warning for non-consensual sex.)            

A Good Officer by hoc_voluerunt Fandom: Les Misérables Rec: Look for it. Read it. Love it. It's a Les Misérables with Ace!Javert in a relationship with Valejan and it's THE fanfic I return to when I want to read ace relationship fluff. Just so you imagine my love for it, it includes POC!Javert, Les Amis+Cosette in a queer collective and coffee shop au. Enough said. (101k, complete, There's a suicide attempt and panic attacks so mind the warnings!) (It's a happy ending, though, I promise)

Ten Days by Engazed Fandom: BBC Sherlock Rec: Technically there are not necessarily any cannon ace characters, but none of is it directly romance or sex related. Some partially in the beginning and middle. (137k, complete, Strong warnings for really graphic violence and explicitly non consensual scenes.)

Horse And Carriage Series by flawedamethyst Fandom: BBC Sherlock Rec: ngl this is what I want my hypothetical future marriage to look like. My favorites are “Horse And Carriage” and “Paris And Permanence,” but they’re all great. (60k, complete) 

After the Applause by tartanfics Fandom: Agent Carter Rec: This is just a little tiny piece of fluff, but there’s so little ace!femslash that I thought good ones would be appreciated. (2k, complete)

Misadventures of the SI-5's Best Agents Series by 14CombatGeishas Fandom: Wolf 359 Rec: @queenofthecommunistcannibals​ is an AMAZING writer who is writing a fic series with two aro ace QPPs. I highly HIGHLY recommend the first part "I'm Your Savior"! The fic series also works extremely well on its own and has lots of action/ fun spy adventures, complex characters and found family sweetness! (226k, ongoing w/ 4 parts complete, graphic violence warning)

(Un)Broken by likethedirection Fandom: Supernatural Rec: Most Supernatural acefic is feel-good and fluffy; maybe it was a weak moment, but this one was so feel-good, it almost made me cry. (5k, complete)

Alien Romance by Skye Fandom: Choushinsei Flashman Rec: I would never have read this work if I didn’t know the author since I only have so much tolerance for 80′s sentai, but I am so glad that I did. It’s just the right distance from gender roles, and it has a perfect build up to resolution. (8k, complete)

All Your Sickness I Will Suck It Up by indevan Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Rec: (34k, complete, deals with eating disorders/mental health issues)

run, run, fast as you-- (orphaned work) Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale Rec: Just yesterday i was thinking about how much i love this fic and how Carlos' story seems to actually reflect the experiences ace gay men, particularly the high school part (105k, complete, tw: stalking, domestic violence, threats of rape and suicide, general wtnv horror)

Something Like This by emmagrant01 Fandom: Check Please! Rec: This is a great omgcp fic with a demisexual protagonist. Unlike a lot of fics with demi characters, though, this fic really gets into what it means and really feels real and believable. (285k, complete, mentions the 2016 Orlando shooting)

Fresh by WhatWouldLilyDo Fandom: Check Please! Rec: This fic has a good gray-A subplot. (91k, complete)    

If you want to kiss the sky by seigeofangels Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rec: This fic is almost painful to read. In the best traditions of speculative fiction, it is an AU that is incredibly far removed from out world, yet an eerie mirror because of it. (8k, complete)

Dolce Domum by busaikko Fandom: Stargate Atlantis Rec: Because found family is such a strong theme of Stargate Atlantis, this is one of three fics that delve into a poly relationship involving an ace (along with everything you want (you can have) by melonbutterfly and The Complexity of Daily Life by Teaphile, which are both also excellent). I like this one the most, though, for how lacking in drama it is. Sometimes you really can just have an honest conversation with the people who are important to you, and it’s fine. (3k, complete)

In My Way by INeverHadMyInternetPhase Fandom: Phandom (Dan and Phil) Rec: Amazing ace fic, it was the first time I saw representation that acknowledged me, and I actually ended up in the best qpr with the author. She is wonderful and just moved to my city. But 10/10 rec this fic. It’s AU so you don’t really need to know the fandom. It’s just a wonderful exploration of asexuality and navigating relationships/boundaries. (129k, incomplete)

There’s a skyline in Oklahoma by spurious Fandom: Johnny’s Entertainment Rec: I like the realistic tone of this fic. It’s not easy for anyone, and people make questionable decisions; their lives change. Their lives--and the ace character’s asexuality--just are. And they find a way to live at peace with themselves. (10k, complete)

Insomnia by kihadu Fandom: Dragon Age II Rec: The ace character is a supporting character but features prominently and aceness is addressed. (9k, complete)

Moving Forward by kihadu Fandom: Dragon Age II Rec: The main character dealing with his asexuality. Written by an author who is asexual themself. (4k, complete)

Like Air Series by JRosemary Fandom: White Collar Rec: White Collar is a show that doesn’t know what asexuality is but somehow has a main character with just enough asexual subtext to be plausible. This fic is really good for how it picks that apart, although you can also tell that this was one of the first fandoms to have any acefic to speak of. (6k, complete)

Little Ordinary Things by Ingu Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) Rec: I like the ambiguity of this fic. There’s some really good discussion in the comments about it, too. (5k complete)

#asexuality #media representation #community #Thank you again to everyone!

[wrathofthestag]

There are so many great OMGCP fics out there that I love to read, and rec, again and again. I decided to group some together, by theme, and share them with you.  I’ll be posting one or two themes a month. Most of the fics are Zimbits-centric.

THEME:  Fantasy/Sci-Fi

Heart of Wire by Downward Stroke (casual_distance) Summary: Jack’s programming has been changing ever since he was sent to Samwell, but it’s different than the last time this happened.

Where No Bittle Has Gone Before by orphan_account Summary: Eric Bittle isn't the first half-Betazoid on a Starfleet ship, but those who came before him were not welcome, so he plans to keep what he is secret.  It's not so easy, however, when he's assigned to the Falconer, under the newly appointed Captain Jack Zimmermann-- a person with a past, who does not appreciate weakness.   Eric doesn't know if he can get past the icy exterior of his captain, but he's nothing if not stubborn.

180 Pomegranate Seeds  by foryouandbits  @foryouandbits​​ Summary: Jack, the god of the spring, is the son of Alicia, the goddess of the harvest, and Bob, the god of the sky. Having spent his entire life on Earth with his mother, he cannot shake the feeling that there is more than just his duties to the land. There are whispers of the god of the underworld, the ruler of a place full of horror, but Jack finds himself inexplicably drawn to it. Who is the god of the underworld and why is he so terrifying? Why won’t anyone answer Jack’s questions?

Breakaway by AntarcticBird @antarcticbird​​ Summary: The first time Jack sees him is at the beginning of his sophomore year at Samwell, a completely normal Monday night, and at first he thinks he has gone insane.

Enamored by foryouandbits  @foryouandbits​ Summary: Following a crippling injury, Sir Jack of Samwell has been dismissed from the Knights of the High Court. Six months later, he learns of a position within Bittle Castle: King Eric, despite his recent wedding to Princess Larissa of Boston, wishes to hire a concubine to his court. Jack, unable to find employment due to his injury, decides to apply for the position. He uncovers more than he expected upon meeting the king, and begins a new life seeking to please his liege in any way possible.

Just A Little Touch by PorcupineGirl  @porcupine-girl​ Summary: Bitty had spent his entire life avoiding touching alphas as much as he could, thanks to his deep-seated fear that he would have an alpha soulmate whose scent he couldn't possibly be attracted to. So he really, really, wished this hot new alpha would stop coming into his bakery and being all sweet and handsome and flirting with him and ugh. It would be nice if the guy would at least come in when he wasn't wearing scent blockers, so Bitty could smell him and get over him.

Jack was one of a handful of omegas in the NHL. When he found a new bakery whose pastries smelled downright addictive, the cute beta owner was a bonus. Dating a beta man would be a risk, and he'd need to find an opportunity to ask the guy out when he wasn't at work... But Jack was starting to think it might be worth it.

Don’t keep your distance by actualkon  Summary:  The kingdom of Montré has, for centuries, been isolated in the snowy mountains, holding its wisdom and secrets of magic close to its heart. Now, for the first time, the kingdom is forging an alliance with the neighboring kingdom of Samwell; their princes, Jack and Eric, are married off to each other. With their fathers dealing with a potential invasion, and their mothers ruling in their place, Jack and Eric are left in a palace on the outskirts of Montré to become familiar with one another.

Hold It All At Bay by psocoptera Summary:  The theory of extrapolative synchronization of the mirror neurons was debunked back when he was still in his teens, so Jack is reluctant to mention that he can smell Bitty's pies baking from across campus.

Easy as Pie by MapleleafCameo  @mapleleafcameo​  Summary: It's hard enough to have a crush on your team captain without pies magically appearing every time you speak to him.

What I want to feel, I want to feel it now by RabbitRunnah @doggernaut​ Summary: Eric Bittle knows the way his life is supposed to go: According to an old family curse, the love of his life will take one bite of his famous apple pie and fall madly in love with him. And they'll live happily ever after.  There's only one problem: Jack Zimmermann doesn't like pie.

Reblog and show these amazing authors some love.

#OMGCP themed fic recs #OMGCP-themed-fic-recs #zimbits au #zimbits

[fabermemorialrink]

ask if there is some mistake

This is the first part of a fic I tried to write for the omgcp big bang before I realized I’d never finish on time. It’s still not finished hahaha but I thought I’d just slowly upload it here. Please let me know if you have questions/concerns!

Content tags and warnings: magic, secretly a high school AU, offscreen minor character death, violence, minor mention of blood, implied/referenced racism, attempted murder, mentions of terminal illness, fake geography, some creepiness.

Derek isn't lost, because in order to be lost you need to have wanted to be somewhere in the first place, and all he wants is to be anywhere but at school.

It's been three weeks since he started at the academy, and he’s not sure he’ll ever like being in Andover. It’s different from home in all the wrong ways, and the same as home in all the other wrong ways, and he hates it. Everyone’s stuck up, or aloof, or doesn’t think Derek’s worth the time of day, and already he spends most of his days anxious and homesick. At least he kind of likes most of his classes, and there’s a reprieve in the form of hockey, which is the only bright spot in the whole mess of bad feelings that Andover represents. At least the team makes an effort to embrace and welcome their freshmen.

But today’s been nothing but hit after hit against Derek’s psyche, from a miserable time spent in math trying to catch up on a confusing problem, to being partnered with the most obnoxious douche in the whole class for physics, and almost ruining his whole English essay when he spilled milk all over his desk during breakfast. And he can’t even vent to anyone because he has no fucking friends at this terrible school, and none of his parents are available to skype. Mama is still overseas, dad’s in meetings all day, and mom is in the ER until who knows when.

Which is why he’s wandering through the woods on a Friday afternoon like the loser he is, trying and failing to commune with nature because he’s inescapably turned around after tumbling over a log and rolling down a small dip in the ground. There’s nothing worse than a few bruises on his legs and stray scratches on his palms, but even after climbing back over the ridge, he feels more confused than before. Were those flowers there originally? Did he turn left after that oak, or down a few yards farther, where those conifers are rotting away?

Was the sky always this hard to see through the leaves?

Derek decides that when he makes it back out he’ll check out a book on orienteering before attempting this again. He's always liked being outdoors, but the tiny oases of greenery in New York are nothing like the thick overgrowth of trees and ferns and brambles that blanket everything west of the campus. He can see the edge of the forest from his dorm room, but he's never ventured in before today. There are stories about the woods that everyone at Andover knows: they’re haunted, someone got murdered there once, a cult lives up in the trees, etc, but Derek would literally rather hang with ghosts than spend another minute with anyone else in his dorm. He can only act chill around those people for so long.

And he’s deep in it now, surrounded by trees and shrubs on all sides, no discernible difference in any direction as to where to exit. And his phone can't reach cell service or his data network here, so he can't even call for help. Maybe he shouldn't have kept looping around every time he thought he saw a familiar path, because at a certain point, the whole forest seems to have closed in on him, dense and heavy, all the plants here more tangled and looming than ever before. There are barely any patches of sky visible anymore, and his eyes can't see anything more than earthy shadows and leaves in the far distance.

It's quiet this far into the woods. Derek is pretty sure that isn't normal.

There's nothing to do except to keep moving, though evening is starting to settle in quickly along with the autumn chill. He really hopes he doesn't have to sleep out here for the night; if he gets sick, coach will bench him and he's already got enough difficulty fitting in everywhere else. The only company he has is the sound of cracking twigs underfoot and the thin whisper of wind against drying leaves, but he’s no more lonely than he ever is during class or in the dining hall. At least out here, he has the excuse of being alone.

Until he doesn’t. From somewhere behind him comes the telltale crunch of someone else’s weight against a fallen branch, and Derek spins on his toes, trying to locate the sound. His excitement dims when he doesn’t see anything - maybe it was just an animal making itself scarce after noticing Derek. So he shuffles along a few more feet, and there! Another noise in the dark of the trees, following Derek as he goes.

“Is someone there?” he finally asks after spinning around several times like a doofus, unable to spot his stalker. He fights to keep his voice level because he’s one to roll with new situations as they come, but he’s also not an idiot, and at least a little genre savvy. Derek knows what happens to black kids in horror stories, and he is so not here for that shit.

But he’s holding out hope that his life is more low-lit, indie playlist Bildungsroman than a no-budget slasher in the woods flick, and that tonight he'll meet his future the-one-that-got-away instead of a roaming axe murderer on the loose. “Hello?” he calls again, advancing a few steps forward and seriously debating the merits of arming himself with the pointiest stick he can find.

After another few agonizing seconds during which Derek thinks he might just bolt and pray that he’s running toward the edge of the woods, someone finally responds.

“What are you doing here?”

Derek spins again, but still can’t see a single thing besides an endless parade of trees. Awkwardly, he raises his voice and shouts back, “I think I’m lost?”

There’s something that sounds like a muffled curse or two but Derek can’t really make out the words.

A person finally emerges from the shadows, and Derek notices that it's a boy around his age, with hair the gold-spun orange of the foliage above them and peculiar amber eyes to match. He's holding an unlit lantern and a hatchet loosely by his side and looks extraordinarily aggrieved by Derek’s presence in the woods. Maybe it's his secret hiding place and he thinks Derek’s intruding? If there’s anyone who understands the need to have a secret, safe spot just for himself, it’s Derek, so he holds his hands up non-threateningly, and gives his best ‘errant but harmless’ smile. It’s a few shades more sheepish and less affected than his ‘regretfully participating in high society but still charming’ one.

“Oh, hey, dude!” He wouldn't normally be so enthused to speak to someone who looks like they kind of want to punch him in the face, but from the way this kid is dressed (flannel and a thick vest and jeans) he seems like he totally gets the outdoors, and can rescue Derek from himself before he gets stranded in the forest for the night. “Any way you can help me get outta here? I was just chilling with the trees and stuff but, uh, got kinda turned around on my way back out.”

The boy glares at Derek for a few more seconds, before his eyes dart sideways at something Derek can't see even when he squints. Whatever it is, it makes up Derek’s new ginger friend’s mind, because he holsters his hatchet and stalks forward to gesture irritably at Derek until he starts walking in the right direction. They trek forward several yards while Derek studies his companion from the corner of his eye. He doesn't look like the kind of boy who attends Andover, which Derek considers a compliment more than anything, but it's a probably a little judgmental so he keeps it to himself. He's a couple of inches taller than Derek is, still in the gangly phase of his life, with large ears, broad shoulders, and a whole universe of freckles sunbursting across his skin.

It seems like they’re just going to walk in silence until Derek trips over a gnarled root snaking up out of the grass and belly-flops into the ferns. The other boy snorts out a noise, expressing some mix of amusement and alarm, and reaches down to drag Derek back to his feet. He waits as Derek dusts the soil off his shirt, telling him dryly, “Starting to see how you wound up here.”

“Hey, I’ve got the flowing grace of a gazelle in the desert,” Derek sniffs, but there’s a slight thrill of pride when the boy almost smiles as he responds, just as dryly as before, “We’re in a forest.”

“Oh. That might explain it.”

“It might. Or you might just be a walking trainwreck.”

“Whoa, chill on the snap judgments, bro.”

“Can you call it a snap judgment if I just saw you almost trip over your own foot again?” The boy points with his lantern at Derek’s traitorous right foot, which Derek shakes ruefully. “There’s a branch up ahead under the brush; watch out.”

They continue walking as the day dwindles toward twilight, Derek’s companion never faltering as he leads him on. Derek figures he must spend a lot of time out here if he’s so confidently marching along, and starts wondering what his story is. “So, do you go to Phillips Academy?” he asks after the boy stops to flick his lantern on. “I’ve never seen you around, but then again, I don’t really know a lot of people yet. My name’s D-”

Before he can get even the whole syllable out his face is stinging. The boy has slapped his hand over Derek’s mouth, holding tight on Derek’s face and arm as he looks around wildly at the canopy of the trees and the shadows that lay before their path, drawn long and eerie around the lantern left sitting in the grass. It all looks the same to Derek: blotches of brown and green tinged with autumn warmth, but there's a hideous unease that grows heavy in the pit of his stomach as each second drags on. He stays stock still, because if there’s some kind of wild boar or killer land shark out there he has no fricking idea how to defend himself, so he should just leave it to hatchet boy here, but before he can even begin to formulate a plan the kid whirls on him, still amped up like that guy on the team (Brian? B something? S...shitty??) after three cans of Red Bull.

“No names,” he hisses after releasing Derek’s face, his nails digging into Derek’s wrist where he’s squeezing hard enough to ache. “Never tell me your real name. Don’t say it, don’t even think it, do you understand?”

Derek is caught between a nice variety of responses; top two contenders are “what the actual fuck is your damage” and “what’d you do to get such solid grip strength” but the boy looks genuinely terrified. Of what, Derek can’t tell, but it’s enough to hold back the retort sitting on the tip of his tongue. He looks at those wide golden eyes, takes in how his breath is coming out in harsh, shallow gasps and his hand feels clammy and sick against Derek’s skin, and decides that now is not the time to be undiplomatic.

“Okay, no names, cool. I got it,” he says, playing as calm as he can, the way dad taught him in order to keep the situation from escalating. His day’s been enough of a bummer already; he really doesn’t need to cap it off with a fist fight against a lumberjack’s son.

The boy drops Derek’s hand like a hot coal when he realizes he’s still holding on too tight. “Sorry,” he mutters, skittering away so there’s ample room between them. “Just- you gotta be careful, y’know?”

Derek doesn’t know, actually, but he can go with the flow, so he shrugs casually, and they keep walking. “So, do you live around here?” he tries asking again.

The boy’s mouth twists up into a humorless smile. “Something like that. You- you said that you go to PA?”

“Yeah, I’m a freshman.”

“Then shouldn’t you know not to come out to the woods? Don’t you know the stories?”

He’s watching Derek with strange intensity, those bright eyes staring through him. They’re a really striking color, Derek thinks absently to himself, like wildflower honey, or polished amber.

“I mean, I know all the rumors and stuff? Murder and cultists, right?”

“Right. And you've heard the news bulletins before.” At Derek's blank look, he elaborates. “The missing persons reports that always seem to end in a dead body? You know, those people who somehow wander in and never find their way back out alive?”

Now that he mentions it, it does seem familiar. The local paper had an article about yet another body turning up on the north side of the forest shortly before the school year began. He supposes the implication there is that this has happened before. Perhaps the stories have some basis in reality.

“Oh.”

“Yep. And you still thought this was a good idea?”

“It’s not like I came out here to fuck with the ghosts. I just wanted to find somewhere” -to get away from everything- “to chill for a little bit. Like, connect with nature and shit. I’m from the city, so I guess I didn’t realize I was getting in over my head? Or that all the rampant woodland homicide was real?”

“Look...guy, I’ve gotta tell you,” the boy starts, and Derek instinctively offers his name in response, yet again only getting the “d” out before being assailed by five feet and ten inches of panicking redhead.

“No names!” the boy practically shrieks at Derek, who throws his hands up in frantic apology.

“Sorry, sorry! I forgot!”

“Christ, of all the- just, look. Do you have a nickname or something?”

“Nursey?” Derek says tentatively. It’s based on his name, as hockey nicknames are wont to be, but maybe it’s okay?

The boy eyes him suspiciously for a moment, before his gaze flickers off into the depths of the forest again, but finally he nods. “Okay. Nursey. I’m not saying the murder rumors are true, but it's an objective fact that people have died in these woods. Someone like you shouldn’t be out here,” which Derek bristles at before he continues, “You’re clearly a city boy, and I don’t wanna see you getting hurt. The woods are dangerous. Just stay safe in your fancy, preppy dorm at your fancy, preppy school, alright?”

“But I hate it there,” Derek blurts before he can censor himself. Before the even-keeled, tactful responses that mama’s taught him to reach for in times of crisis can float to the surface of his thoughts.

The boy tilts his head slightly, eyeing Derek before asking, “Too many miserable, entitled, rich white kids for you to handle?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, swallowing around the dryness in his throat. He regrets saying it out loud, because an admission of vulnerability can be like blood in the water if he's not with the right people, but the kid nods, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

“Well, fuck those guys.”

“That’s kinda how I’m feeling.”

“Still, you're gonna have to find a way to survive for the next couple of years that doesn’t involve hiding in the woods. I mean it. There’s nothing good for you here. Go to a park or something if you want to enjoy nature.”

Derek wants to argue some more, because yeah, he’s out of his element now, but he could learn. Buy a hatchet and lantern like this guy, pick up some outdoors living skills and learn to forage for mushrooms.

But half a minute later they’re at the edge of the woods, and he can see the lamps outside his dorm across the soccer field. It seems so obviously visible now, even under the setting sun, and Derek ponders how on earth he got so lost earlier. They’ve been walking together for only about fifteen minutes, and Derek had been wandering the woods on his own for over two hours before that.

“Wow, you’re great at directions,” he says stupidly, and the boy gives him that almost-smile again.

“And you’re not. Another reason for you to stay on campus. G’night, then.” He waves Derek off once the hit the outer limits of the forest, hanging back by a thin tree.

It’s getting late, and Derek’s definitely due for a run to the dining hall before it closes, but he lingers another moment. “What’s your n- uh, I mean, what can I call you?” he asks. At the very least, he should learn who his savior is.

With another sideways look at Derek, this one less suspicious and more surprised, the boy purses his lips and tells him, “Dex. You can call me Dex, if we ever see each other again, I guess. But keep away from the woods, Nursey. I don’t trust your dumb ass not to lose a limb if you come trampling through here again.”

“Kay,” Derek agrees, glad he’s not making a promise because it’s likely one he would break.

He thanks Dex for rescuing him and starts jogging home. Halfway across the field, he turns to look back, but there’s no longer anyone standing among the trees.

#nurseydex #nursey #dex #omgcp fic #some mistake

[niallydia]

Today is my day off, so for fun I’m doing this fanfic MySpace thing.

“But, Lauren, aren’t people supposed to ask you-?”

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.

General:

1. Do you read fic? Do you write fic? Yes and yes.

2. Favorite genre of fic? If fake/pretend relationship isn’t a genre, then it should be.

3. Favorite fandom? I usually cycle through? I’ll focus on one for a while, and then shift. But none really stand out to me as my “favorite.”

4. Favorite pairing? See above. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, in every version. Including Encyclopedia Brown. (I know I need to watch Elementary. It’s been five years, and I’m almost over Lucy Liu not being cast as Sherlock. How do you fuck that up.)

5. Favorite fic author? Unpretty. I’m not really a DC or comic person, and I’ve read everything she’s posted. Stop reading this and go read her fic now.

6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?  Goal: Take the Red Pill, by tristesses. Did you want a Matrix/Kim Kardashian game fusion? Because that’s what this is. As a joke, I looked to see if there was any fic for the app, and found this gem.

7. One-shots or longfic? Both. I’ll usually save longfics for a while before starting them, just so I can read it all at once.

8. Do you read WIPs? NO BECAUSE I’VE BEEN READING ONE SINCE 2007 AND IT HASN’T UPDATED SINCE 2014. I’VE BEEN READING THIS FIC FOR NEARLY TEN YEARS. AND I DON’T KNOW IF THE AUTHOR HAS ACTUALLY GIVEN UP ON IT I WILL DIE WAITING FOR A FUCKING UPDATE OF THIS FUCKING FIC. 

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read? Relief Next to Me, by dolce_piccante. I hesitated because of the length and because I couldn’t get into anything else they wrote, but I actually loved this.

10. Favorite trope/element/scenario in fic? FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP. And meet-cute.

11. Least favorite trope/element/scenario? Character death. I can’t talk, because I killed Rory in a Gilmore Girls fic when I was twelve, but still.

12. What turns you away the most from a fic? Epithets, lose/loose confusion, bad formatting, too OOC... I have a lot of little things that make me close it immediately. Bad writing? Can that be it?

Angst:

13. Has a fic ever made you cry? I was in the Sherlock fandom in 2012.

14. What tropes/elements/scenarios get you the worst? I try not to read things I know will make me cry. Right now, in OMGCP, every fic in which Bitty comes out to his parents and they are supportive.

15. Do you mind when characters cry? No? People cry?

16. How do you feel about character death in fic? NOPE YOU BETTER TAG THAT SHIT SO I CAN AVOID IT FOREVER EVEN MINOR CHARACTER DEATH IF ANYONE DIE THERE BETTER BE A FUCKING TAG.

17. Any characters who you can’t stand to see in pain? No. As long as a happy ending is guaranteed.

18. Favorite angst fic? Alone on the Water, by Mad_Lori. I don’t know if I would even say it’s my favorite, but it made me cry for like a week.

Porn:

19. Do you read porn or does it make you uncomfortable? I read it. I won’t read things that have my super-nope-kinks tagged, but overall it’s fine.

20. Do you like PWPs? Sure.

21. How and when did you get introduced to smut fic? Any horror stories? MY INTRODUCTION TO FIC WAS THROUGH LEMONS. My neighbor and I were talking about Harry Potter at our bus stop, and he started talking about Drarry and fan fiction. And his recs included Drarry porn.

22. Biggest turn-ons in fic? I don’t really get turned on by fic? Kind of, I guess, but I don’t read it for the purpose of being turned on, so I don’t look for my actual turn-ons. If that makes any sense.

23. Biggest turn-offs in fic? Daddy kink, breath play, any kind of animal play, A/B/O, knotting (thanks, Teen Wolf)... there are definitely more.

24. Do you have any dirty kinks that you’re ashamed of? I purposefully have kept my porn and my fic very separate. So, yes, but I have never (and will never) read any fic with my keep-hidden-under-the-floorboards kinks.

25. Any kinks that you’d love to try in real life? This a weird section. Am I the only person who separates actual kinks from reading kinks?

26. Any kinks that you don’t want to try in real life (but are still hot in a fanfic)? Almost every kink I enjoy reading. I think this is where the gray-a thing kicks in.

27. Rough sex or gentle sex? It depends on the scene.

28. How do you feel about masturbation in fic? Gratuitous scenes of masturbation when it’s not a PWP are kind of pointless.

29. How do you feel about non-con and dub-con? Nope on the non-con. Dub-con is a no 99% of the time. (The 1% is sex pollen, with all participants affected.)

30. Favorite porn fic? I don’t think I have one.

AU:

31. Do you read AUs? All of the goddamn time. Teen Wolf is a disaster at this point. AUs are the only thing that exist anymore.

32. Favorite AU tropes? If you write an AU without a meet-cute, what’s the goddamn point.

33. Least favorite AU tropes? Making the characters OOC to fit with the AU you want to use. Automatic tab close.

34. Do you like UAs (universe-alterations, when the main universe and characters are the same but one plot point/decision/outcome is altered)? Yes. It becomes necessary when the show goes off the rails.

35. Do you like high school and college AUs? I read college AUs for OMGCP. Which is set at college.

36. Do you like crossovers? If so, favorite crossover? They can work. I used to have a sticky note about the crossovers I liked. Revenge/Scandal was on it. Emily Thorne existing in the same world as Olivia Pope would have been incredible.

37. How do you feel about parent!fics/lovechildren? How about mpreg? Ehhh. Not a fan. They always give the kids stupid names, and I can’t handle that. Hamish ruined it for me.

38. How do you feel about cis-swap? De-aging? Animalizing? Changed it to cis-swap, because g*****-b*** is really not acceptable terminology anymore. The first is fine, as long as it’s not to make a queer couple straight. Not a fan of the second two.

39. Favorite AU fic? I am not going through all of them. AU fic makes up half of my bookmarks.

Fluff:

40. Do you like fluff? At the moment, I refuse to read anything that isn’t fluff.

41. Favorite fluffy tropes? The fluff part.

42. Least favorite fluffy tropes? Are there sub-fluff tropes? Like, what are fluff tropes in the first place?

43. Do you like fluff on its own or in conjunction with other elements (angst, sex, etc.) Both are good. Fluff anywhere.

44. How fluffy is too fluffy? Listen, they can own fifteen Pomeranian dogs all named Marshmallow, and it’s still not too fluffy.

45. Favorite fluff fic? See favorite AU fic.

#ask meme #that I asked myself

[theonewiththeeyebrows]

Open Letter for Gifts & Exchanges

I am currently part of a few exchanges & such so I thought I’d write a letter for my preferences. 

Dear Gifter, 

I am not particularly picky, so even though this seems like a well curated lists of wants and do not wants, only the not wants are hard limits, the rest are go with the flow types. If you are unsure, just message me as a nonnie and i’ll get back to you ASAP. 

Preferred Pairings in order of preference: 

Derek/Stiles (Teen Wolf), 

Jack/Bitty (OMGCP), 

Arthur/Merlin (Merlin), 

Noah/Luke (ATWT), 

Sherlock/Watson (Sherlock Holmes -- versatile pairing)

Preferred Dynamic: 

Top/Alpha/Dom - Person on the left; 

Bottom/Omega/Sub - Person on the right. 

I don’t mind mouthy subs. I like subs to be mouthy or switches. 

Sherlock is the only pairing where I don’t actually care who is in which dynamic even though my preference is towards top!Sherlock, I’m totally cool reading bottom!Sherlock. 

I like ABO stories where one or both characters defy conventional stereotypes -- Omega character hates the stereotypes of his dynamic and fights for equality -- he might want to have his ass plowed but that doesn’t make him weak or simpering or stupid or any less capable than an Alpha. Or Alpha character hates the way omegas are treated and wants to make a difference. Or Alpha character hates that they are expected to provide when all they want to do is take care of their babies and partner. Or when an Omega is super defiant towards others but super pliant to their own Alpha -- and the Alpha likes that they are only pliant in private -- they will always take their Omega’s side in public whether or not they agree. 

Topping from the bottom is something I am totally into, especially considering my list of bottoms. LOL. This is why I like switches for subs and less “conventional” doms who realize that their sub needs to dom every once in a while and then it becomes a dom on dom type scenario.

I don’t mind stories with the roles reversed, but the above are my preferences. If I had to choose, I’d pick those preferences.

I like implied versatility. But I prefer to read explicit scenes with my preferred dynamic. 

YESSSS: 

Oh man. What don’t I like? Here I’ll list a few (some are specific to fandoms). 

ABO & mpreg (Teen Wolf & Merlin, sometimes OMGCP)

HighSchool AUs (NOT sherlock/watson)

Different Time Period (Victorian, Regency, Modern etc). 

Royalty AUs (especially paired with ABO and Mpreg)

Arranged/Forced Marriage - enemies-to-lover or acquaintances/friends-to-lovers -- this can even be in the ABO ‘verse

AUs - HP, Merlin, Fairytale, OMGCP, Roswell, Werewolves/other Supernatural, Grimm, sense8, etc, etc, etc - put the characters in the shows of other characters from a different verse or in a verse where they have different abilities or something. 

Xeno (teen wolf - alpha/beta shift)

BDSM - wax play, blood play, shibari, bondage, mild pain play, blindfolds, sensory deprivation

Mates - any kind of bond - marks, threads, words, strikes, writing, telepathy, playmating whatnot. Biting YES! Knotting YES! Breeding YES! -- can be in ABO verse as well. 

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lovers

Reluctant to mate, but find their soulmate

girl!Stiles, trans!Stiles, girl!Merlin, trans!Merlin

Dub-con (somnophilia if discussed beforehand (can be before the start of the fic), pollen, heats, faeries, etc.)

touch-starved

BAMF!Stiles/Merlin/Bitty/Watson/Arthur

NOPES

Body Horror

Scat/Watersport

Non-con

Beastiality (no dogs/cats/turtles in the bedroom please)

being treated like furniture

24x7 D/S lifestyle (i don’t think any of my preferred subs would like that)

Poly (I don’t mind this, but ask me first)

Peter in general. but I do like fics where he isn’t evil but just kinda cooky. If he is in the fic and is evil I don’t mind it as long as it is isn’t the next bullet. 

Peter/Stiles in any way, even if it is implied.

My love for new betas on the show ended with Cora Hale. I’m good with Isaac, Erica, Boyd and Cora. I’m also ok with Kira. I’m okay with some degree of Malia but she needs to be handled well. 

Characterization

Unlike some people I’m not particularly bothered by OOCness. 

Shows like Teen Wolf aren’t consistent with their characterization at all. So when someone says this Stiles is so OOC, I’m like how the fuck would you know? The show did a piss poor job with continuity. For all we know, it could totally be IN CHARACTER. Yeah. I don’t like people preaching that “this is what a character should be like”.

People change based on their life and the way things happen to them.  If Stiles was popular -- he may not have been the sarcastic shit he is. If Derek didn’t lose his family he’d probably a lot less guilt ridden and somber. If Uther hadn’t banned and prosecuted those with Magic, Merlin and Arthur’s entire relationship would have been different. If Stiles had never met Scott, he may have been entirely different. 

AUs are up to the author. If someone thinks a character should behave a certain way based on their backstory in the AU, then they should act that way, fuck whatever canon said. 

Fandom has the right to rewrite and remold characters. If we can change their entire stories, or makeup events that happened to them, then we can change how we portray a character.

It’s all fiction. So you tell the story you want to tell. 

These are just my preferences, at the end of the day you need to enjoy what you write. I will love anything you give me. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate it. 

With lots of love, 

T. 

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