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Destiel Fic Recs
Sorry it's been a moment. I was finishing up my Moulin Rouge vibes monsterfucking Taylor Swift inspired extravaganza fic featuring blood freak Sammy, a touch of horror and a huge cast of characters for @dcbtv . (Read it here!)
But fear not! I have a fresh list of fics recs just for you. <3
The Trouble with Blue Eyes by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 14k)
A film noir pulp fiction detective story so atmospheric you will feel like you are seconds from a mysterious dame busting into your office.
Dean and Cas are detectives in the same town. When they happen to meet on competing cases, things heat up. They become friends with benefits, but over the years they both catch feelings and neither one of them knows how to handle it. Will they be able to solve the Case of We Suck at Communication? More importantly, how do I marry this version of Charlie?
Frisky Business by imogenbynight @imogenbynight (Explicit, 13k)
A fun little Cas fic slash smutty one shot, this one is just immensely readable. When Dean and Cas find themselves hunting an apparently horny wraith, things get a bit complicated. Come for the fun wraith lore, stay for the smut!! It's a fun read with flustered Dean and soft dom Cas and a really fun case. What else could you want?
Of Lords and Letters by MalMuses @malmuses (Explicit, 14k)
Epistolary romance and Regency era Destiel? Catnip for me personally.
When Dean receives notice of his father’s death and his inheritance of the family's estate, he finds himself in a dilemma. He doesn’t want to abandon his regiment in the war, but someone needs to look after Winchester Hall. Luckily, a friend of Sam's, Castiel, is looking for employment and would be more than happy to serve as steward.
But as their correspondence becomes increasingly intimate, Dean finds himself fighting not only Napoleon, but also his feelings. What will he find when he returns home?
creation myth by howldean @howldean (Teen, 5k)
This is a shorter fic for me to rec, but it manages to pack so much into it. The fic is an absolutely stunning examination of Cas and his relationship with his vessel when he's forced to leave it behind. It has all these beautiful gender feels. I am always a sucker for trueform Cas as well.
But most of all, it's just deeply poetic. There are so many staggeringly beautiful lines as Cas grapples with who he is and where he fits. It's just absolutely gorgeous.
Devotion by FriendofCarlotta @friendofcarlotta (Explicit, 29k)
A Terminator AU.
That's enough to make the list already, but also a full on delight of a fic. The angels, desperate to stop Dean Winchester, send one of their own back in time to kill him before he can become a threat.
But Dean sends his own rebellious angel back. Even though his grace is faltering, Cas is determined to keep Dean safe, but can he keep his heart safe?
doors unlocked and open by sidewinder @hawkland (Teen, 12k)
This one’s absolutely packed with amazing concepts. A post-Winchesters Destiel fix-it, Jack finds himself at a loss when he realizes that despite his best efforts, Dean can't seem to find peace in Heaven. He says he's looking for his family, but it's becoming increasingly clear he's specifically looking for one family member: Cas.
But Cas hasn't seen Dean since his big confession and he's not sure what reuniting will bring. Can Cas find the key to Dean’s peace?
Paper Moon by robotsnchicks @robotsnchicks (Explicit, 43k)
Life doesn't get any better than this. Dean's married to the love of his life and they've just put an offer down on their dream home. Everything is perfect.
A little too perfect as it turns out when Dean wakes up to discover the last 4 years of his life were actually a simulation over the course of a week. He's devastated, most of all because he lost Cas. He can’t believe his husband isn't real. Refuses to believe it. He has to be out there somewhere and Dean is going to find him.
This concept could be extremely angsty, and make no mistake it does have some, but its surprisingly soft. A chance to find each other again, to start back at the beginning for Dean, to fall in love.
Check out my other rec lists at @riversrecs
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The Lion, the Witch and the Auxiliary Wardrobe - 7/7 - Now Complete!
Edward “Blackbeard” Teach’s foolproof strategy to get over devastating heartbreak: 1) bring a witch aboard the ship 2) get trapped in an auxiliary wardrobe with the man who broke your heart 3) well, you’ll have to read to find out. In this chapter they finally get to have some sexy times and a lot of romance. Thank you to @robotsnchicks for the beta! And thank you to everyone for reading and following along!
The first thing Ed noticed was the warm hand pressed against his chest.
The second thing was the dull pain slightly up and to the right of said hand.
And the third was the unique flowery citrus scent of Stede Bonnet.
He smiled.
"I see you've wasted no time in spoiling me," Ed said. "Haven't woken up from an injury in a bed this comfortable in years."
Stede chuckled and caressed his cheek. "Only the best for you, my love."
"Mmm." Ed reached up to clasp Stede's hand. "How long was I out?"
"A few hours. The sun's just beginning to set. You gave me quite the fright."
Ed forced himself to open his eyes. There was Stede, somehow looking more handsome than ever. And even though he was smiling, concern and worry was etched in each line on his face.
Concern for Ed.
Continue reading this chapter on AO3, or start from the beginning here. (21K, explicit, as many romantic tropes as I could squeeze in because frankly it’s what we all deserve)
#Our Flag Means Death#OFMD#Blackbonnet#Gentlebeard#Ed x Stede#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#My Fic#I felt bad for ending the last chapter on a cliffhanger so I got this one together early#thank you all so much for reading and following along#I had given up writing until this show came along and filled a little hole in my heart I didn't realize was empty#so grateful for the show and for all of you <33
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Ride Below the Crupper
by robotsnchicks
Some people might guess that Stede would be shy or nervous in bed. But those people haven’t heard Stede whisper I want you to fill me so full of your come that it drips out of me when I walk across the deck, they haven’t watched Stede kneel over Ed, stripping his cock fast and hard until he spurts all over Ed’s face, smearing it into his skin like lotion and whispering good boy. So he’s pretty confident Stede isn't nervous about sex. But there has to be some reason he won't fuck Ed, right?
Words: 7232, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Lucius Spriggs, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death)
Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
Additional Tags: Smut, Humor, Laughter During Sex, Confident Stede Bonnet, in some things but not others, Light Angst, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, but it is very temporary, They talk it out, Stede's first time topping, Lucius Spriggs Deserves a Raise, Post-Episode: s01e10 Wherever You Go There You Are
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39889668
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26 + 70 please! I'm loving these!
Anonymous asked: 89 + 70 to ease ur boredom?
26. Massage Fic + 70. Locked in a Room + 89. First Time
from fanfiction trope mash-up prompts here
some VERY OLD prompt fills I never got around to finishing! im talking like 3 years old. better late than never? this fic has a similar conceit to this one I posted last year, but it’s not like newt and hermann aren’t probably quarantining themselves constantly after lab accidents LMAO. sexy/not SFW stuff under cut
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“Mandatory isolation,” Newton says. “This blows.”
Hermann says nothing, choosing instead to aggressively turn a page in his book. He’s already said plenty to Newton on the subject, and he doesn’t imagine anything he has to say now will provide any new insights, or indeed even be moderately politer. Newton has—really, really—royally screwed things up this time. More than anything he has before. Hermann finds his anger over it all to be quite righteous, really. “Hm,” he hums instead. He turns another page.
“One whole week,” Newton says. “Locked in, nothing to do…”
Hermann grits his teeth. Truthfully, the book is for show, and for the excuse to ignore Newton, but it’s very hard to pretend to concentrate on it when Newton won’t stop talking to him. It’s especially irritating considering Newton is saying absolutely nothing of value. Then again, when is he ever? “Is there something you’re trying to say to me?” Hermann says.
Newton shakes his head. He’s playing with one of the little stress toys he keeps in his desk (a large foam strawberry), squeezing it over and over. “Oh, nothing. Just trying to make small talk.”
One whole week, locked inside the laboratory after one stupid little mistake meant Newton’s scalpel slipped where it shouldn’t have on his kaiju sample. One whole week of bloody self-isolation to make sure they don’t…infect the Shatterdome with anything they might’ve picked up in the resulting explosion. Not even a day in and Newton is already acting up. Kaiju withdrawal, perhaps, having been explicitly forbidden from working on any new samples until their containment passes. Squeeze. Squeeze. Hermann flips another page in his book. Newton clears his throat. “I know you’re not actually reading that,” he says.
“Aren’t I?” Hermann says.
Newton tosses the foam strawberry in the air with one hand and catches it with the other. “Tell me one thing that’s happened so far in it. Actually—tell me the title.”
“The title,” Hermann says, “is—”
“And no peeking,” Newton says.
This stumps Hermann. He slams the cover shut and makes to chuck the whole thing at Newton’s head, but decides better of it. He could get written up for workplace violence or some rubbish of that sort. Plus, without access to medical until the end of the week, Hermann would be the one who had to tend to any resulting wounds. Not worth it. “Fine,” he says. “I’m not reading it. Are you pleased, now that you have my undivided attention?”
Squeeze. “I guess,” Newton says. He smiles at Hermann. “Want me to suck your dick?”
This the last thing Hermann expects to hear. He startles; he blushes; he stammers; he nearly falls off his chair. Surely he must’ve misheard Newton—or, if he didn’t, surely Newton is teasing him. Newton has never done anything of that sort to Hermann before. Nor has he ever offered. It’s simply not how their relationship works. “I,” he says. “What?”
“Do you want a blowjob?” Newton says. So Hermann didn’t imagine it. “I just thought, since we’re both stuck here and bored as shit, may as well have some fun. People tell me I’m pretty good at it.”
“Good at—what?” Hermann says.
“At sucking dick,” Newton says. “Obviously.”
Hermann wonders what the appropriate response here is. Certainly he would like nothing more than to take Newton up on the offer and forget all his annoyances for a few wonderful minutes, or rather, to take his annoyances out on Newton’s never-ceasing mouth. If Newton’s offer is serious, Hermann is sure such an acceptance would be welcome. If Newton is not serious—if he means it as a joke—it could only lead to humiliation for Hermann. Something for Newton to hold over his head for the rest of the week. Hermann really thought Newton would suck him off? But the temptation of getting Newton’s mouth on him is too much for Hermann to resist, and he really is quite bored: he nods, shyly, and legs his legs part open an inch.
Newton grins.
He tosses his stress toy to his desk and gets down on his knees in front of Hermann with an admirable speed. Not saying a word, he settles his hand on Hermann’s thigh, then creeps his fingers along Hermann’s right inseam. “I bet it’ll make you feel better,” he says. “It’s gonna make me feel better. When’s the last time someone blew you, Hermann?” He fixes his eyes on the vee of Hermann’s parted legs, where the fabric of his trousers is tightening none-too-subtly at the mere notion of what Newton is offering. Hermann makes a weak show of closing them. He swallows a few times.
“I don’t, ah—I don’t remember.” Newton’s wandering fingers stop just before where Hermann wants them most, then skip over to the left side. “A few months. Years. Newton, I must—must ask—why are you…?”
Newton shrugs, and begins rubbing circles across Hermann’s inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking about how to get you to stop being pissed at me all day, and honestly, this seemed like it would work. Pretend it’s an apology or something. Man, Hermann, you’re tense.”
“You have no one to thank for that but yourself,” Hermann says. He shuts his eyes with a groan when Newton squeezes his left thigh like it’s his bloody stress toy. “By Jove, Newton, that feels marvelous.”
“Tense,” Newton says. “I told you. You don’t need a blowjob, dude, you need a goddamn massage.” He braces a hand on each of Hermann’s thighs and begins to work them over—clumsily, since (for all his skills in human biology) Newton is hardly a masseuse, but far better than anything Hermann could do all the same. Hermann sinks lower in his seat and muffles another embarrassing noise behind his hand. “Luckily, though,” Newton says, “I’m gonna give you both, because I’m an awesome lab partner. Let me know if something starts to hurt.”
Newton begins to focus his efforts on Hermann’s left leg, avoiding his knee at first, and then tentatively working his fingers over it as well. Hermann wonders if Newton can feel the scar tissue beneath his fingertips, or if Hermann’s trousers are acting as buffer enough for it. Hermann begins to sag in his chair. He feels positively boneless. He also feels that if Newton does not move those fingers (or, better yet, and as promised, his mouth) to his rapidly-stiffening prick soon, he’ll positively burst. “You enjoying yourself?” Newton says.
“Mm,” Hermann says. “Though, Newton—I don’t mean to be impolite, as I’m awfully grateful for this, but…”
Newton laughs, and with a final parting squeeze to Hermann’s leg, moves those lovely fingers to Hermann’s belt buckle and fly instead. “I got you, man.”
Hermann opens his eyes (not fancying missing this) and watches with bated breath as Newton draws down his trousers to settle comfortably at Hermann’s knees. He nearly blushes at the sight of his white boxer briefs, not just for their plainness, but for how badly they hide how wet his prickhead is already. Newton must feel Hermann’s eyes on him; he shoots Hermann a wink, and, not breaking eye contact, leans forward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Hermann through his briefs.
Immediately Hermann clamps a hand down over his mouth to keep from shouting. He feels Newton laugh again, a vibration that thrums in the pit of Hermann’s stomach, and he pushes his hips eagerly up towards Newton’s mouth. Newton darts his tongue out this time, dampening the fabric of Hermann’s briefs further. Then he tucks their elastic waistband down below Hermann’s prick. “I didn’t expect it to look like this,” he says, and grazes his thumb idly across the head. He pulls it away sticky, and Hermann whimpers.
He moves his hand from his mouth long enough to say, “Have—have you thought about it often, then?” He means it teasingly—to regain some ground from Newton, some sliver of self-respect—but his voice trembles, and Newton’s grin returns with a certain lasciviousness to it that it’d not held before, and Hermann knows he’s merely given Newton more ammunition. He licks Hermann’s precum off his thumb. Hermann shivers.
“Oh, sure,” Newton says. “I jerk off thinking about your dick all the time.” He flicks his tongue over Hermann and makes a satisfied little noise, his eyelashes fluttering. He leaves another sucking kiss further down Hermann’s prick. Then another back up at the top. His fingers (Hermann notices vaguely, as if through a heavy fog) have begun rubbing soothingly at Hermann’s left hip. Hermann can only take so much: when Newton finally gets his whole mouth on him, two pink lips circling just under his head, Hermann grips blindly at Newton’s hair and comes down Newton’s throat with a muffled grunt. He feels Newton choke, but swallow it all down.
“I’m sorry,” he gasps, when he finally finds himself able to speak. “I ought—ought to have warned you.”
But Newton merely wipes his smug little mouth on the cuff of his sleeve and waves Hermann off. “I’m just that awesome, huh?” he says. He gently tucks Hermann back into his briefs, then does up his trousers. “It’s cool. It was pretty hot, actually.” Once he finishes looping Hermann’s belt, he stands and stretches his arms above his head with a groan. “Hey, you want some coffee?”
“Coffee?” Hermann says, dizzily.
“Yeah, I was gonna brew a pot,” Newton says. “Get the taste out of my mouth and everything.”
Hermann blinks at him. Newton’s rather thrown him for a loop. Aren’t these sorts of things meant to be reciprocated? Hermann didn’t mean to assume—but he really was looking forward to the chance to, er, give Newton a similar favor. Very much looking forward to it. “That’s it, then?” he says.
“We have six days to go, dude,” Newton says. “No need to rush anything, right? We can work on your,” he smirks, “endurance after lunch.”
“Oh,” Hermann says. He considers it. “Coffee would be nice, then.”
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Paper Moon | Explicit | 43k
Author: robotsnchicks | Artist: @joshpineapple
By the time he hits thirty-three, Dean’s given up on the apple pie life, accepting that a serious relationship isn’t in the cards for him. But when he meets Cas everything falls into place. Now he’s happily married, hopelessly in love, and they’re about to buy their first home together. It almost feels too good to be true.
It turns out it is. His world comes crashing down when he wakes to find that he’s been a subject in a virtual reality simulation gone wrong. All the years he thought he spent with Cas were actually experienced in less than a week. And when he gets out, Cas is nowhere to be found and nobody has heard of him. Ignoring the possibility that Cas may not be real, Dean sets out to find him and convince him that it’s worth giving Dean — and their relationship — a shot in the real world.
Link to fic and art
Tags & warnings under the cut!
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor background Sam/Jess, Charlie/Meg)
Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings
#destiel#deancas#destiel fic#destiel art#deancas fic#deancas art#pinefest 2019#masterpost#submission#modern AU#sci-fi AU#soft dean#happy ending#robotsnchicks#josh pineapple
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Iruka :)
How I feel about this character
i feel STRONGLY.... iruka’s literally such an important character and its so crackheaded that he gets paid DUST in shippuden like the fact that people have the audacity to think of jiriaya or kakashi as more integral figures to naruto’s life is literally insane.... i could not think of a more important character to naruto’s story other than maybe sasuke.... the thing is that iruka literally wasn’t even particularly cruel to naruto, he just treated him like any other student in the beginning!! but like SCREAMS when he takes that big ass shuriken to the back for naruto and he apologizes to naruto, crying for him oh my god im tearing up just thinking about it because in this ENTIRE village of useless scummy fuckers iruka’s the ONLY person in the whole series to ever apologize to naruto for how he’s treated!!!!!!!!!!! iruka getting over the hatred he has towards the kyuubi for killing his parents and being able to see naruto for who he is and be the first person to extend genuine kindness towards naruto, to risk his life because he understands naruto and sees what no one else will in him i just . SCREAMS I LOVELOVELOVE IRUKA SOOOOO MUCH THE SERIES WOULD LITERALLY BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IF IRUKA WASN’T THERE TO GIVE NARUTO THAT EMPATHY AND KINDESS. it makes me SO mad that he gets DUST in shippuden like other than killer bee acknowledging that iruka’s important to naruto iruka gets NOTHING while we lick kakashi’s toes like UUUGHHHHHH....
All the people I ship romantically with this character
eye..... gai and kakashi ................. i guess .......... but liek i’ll keep it absolutely real i don’t care about either of them that much LOL i ship them w iruka but it’s more about iruka like if i could dropkick kakashi out of all the art he’s in with iruka and take his place and treat iruka right myself i would. i jus wanna see my man happy T__T
My non-romantic OTP for this character
oh him and naruto umino-uzumaki household all fucking DAY baby!!!!!!!!!! literally i can’t stand that his and naruto’s relationship like other than iruka buying naruto ramen just like... comes to a halt after shippuden like it’s so unrealistic that we just stop seeing them interact point blank period??? because iruka really treated naruto so fondly and like when i remember that iruka was canonly up worrying his ass off (rightly so LOL) when naruto was in the land of waves i jus ;W; because you could not have a more tender relationship, like the MEANING of it all. iruka sees himself in naruto and lmfaoo considering all the trash ass comparisons that happen in this stupid manga he’s probably the only adult in the whole series who actually rightly sees himself in a younger character and he ACTS RIGHT ABOUT IT..... he’s really the only adult that ever actually cared for naruto and i love their relationship and bond so sosososososo much i loove thinking about them and how iruka’s so young but he’s jus basically got a kid now. and you know what? it slaps
My unpopular opinion about this character
THE FACT PEOPLE TAKE LIKE... FILLER.... AS AN EXCUSE TO HATE IRUKA LMFAOOOOOOOOO. LIKE THE HATE IRUKA GETS IS SO COMPLETELY DUMBLY UNFOUNDED LIKE ITS FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON AT ALL OTHER THAN???? RACISM ??? I DONT KNOW??? THE WAY PEOPLE JUS DISLIKE HIM FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING??? its so SCHEWPID like folks will genuinely watch one episode of filler where iruka smacks naruto upside the head and be like oh... he’s so awful and abusive.... and then they’ll check the time and hurry off for suckle kakashi’s nuts o clock. literally iruka should be one of THE most loved characters in the fandom like the way people make eyes at itachi and obito and kakashi is how we should be adoring iruka jus no one here has TASTE and also i literally go feral when i remember kishi saying he wishes he put iruka in more scenes i cant STAND EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SERIES AND ITS FANDOM
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
i wish he had more scenes jus in general because overall i really like iruka’s canon personality in pt 1 and pt 2 :( like seeing him with naruto is jus so enjoyable but oh we can absolutely scrap that shit in the light novels where iruka’s like “aahhh narutos getting married. man im lonely” like what the fuck kind of clown shit LOL? ig one thing i would have really liked is if iruka’s proficiency for sealing was expanded on? like honestly no one in konoha knows fuck shit about naruto’s seal when jiraiya isn’t around and it’s a little aggravating. oh ANNDDD i think that iruka should have been the one to jump in and save naruto during the pein fight sorry hinata but like idk how iruka could NOT ??
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My prompt is "It's stuck."
also very vaguely inspired by an anon prompt: Dean & Cas roleplaying ABO fic 👌
A short rap on the door, and then it opens. “Mr. Winchester?” the doctor says as he walks in, eyes on the tablet in his hands.
“Hey, doc,” Dean says, pasting on a smile. “Not gonna bullshit you. I got something, uh, stuck.”
“I’m Dr. Novak.” The doctor holds his hand out and Dean awkwardly shakes from his place on the exam table, laid out gingerly on his side. “What is stuck and where?”
“A, uh — toy,” Dean says, and he blushes, despite insisting to himself he wouldn’t. “In my ass.”
Dr. Novak arches an eyebrow. “What kind of toy exactly?”
“Jesus, an adult toy. It’s a dildo with — it has an inflatable — I got the knot stuck, ok?”
Dr. Novak looks at Dean’s unlaced boots, his bare legs, the blanket wrapped around his bottom half. “Do you mind if I take a look?”
“Let’s get it over with.”
“How long has it been?” Dr. Novak asks as he circles the table.
Dean stops clenching the blanket so Cas can draw it off him. The air is cold enough to raise goosebumps across his asscheeks. “Long enough to be pretty fuckin’ uncomfortable,” Dean says. “Maybe an hour and a half.”
“How large is it?”
Dean resists covering up his face, just glad he’s facing away so Cas can’t see his cheeks flaming red. “Maybe — lemon-sized?”
“Ah.” Dr. Novak steps away to the sink, washes his hands, puts on gloves, pulls things out of the cabinet.
“It’s supposed to, you know. Deflate.”
“I would presume so,” Dr. Novak says. “May I touch you? The lubricant might be cold.”
“Go for it.”
There are a lot of people out in the world who have slicked their fingers up with lube to touch Dean’s ass, and most of those situations were highly enjoyable. This? Not so much.
“Relax for me,” Dr. Novak says.
“I’m trying, dude.”
“What was the last movie you saw?” Dr. Novak says, still prodding.
“My friend made me see the one with the gay parasite.”
“It’s a symbiote,” Dr. Novak says. “How do you define gayness in an alien species without human gender?”
Dean tamps down a laugh. Dr. Novak says something about Captain America. With the distraction of his blasphemous opinions about Tony Stark, Dean doesn’t even notice Dr. Novak working. “Breathe, and bear down.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dean says as it pops out.
“How do you feel?” Dr. Novak says.
“Like a moron for buying a cheap-ass toy off of Amazon. Trash it, for the love of god.”
Dr. Novak laughs and tosses it into the bin. “Yes, I’d be happy to offer my recommendation.”
Dean pulls the blanket back around him and sits up. “Oh yeah?”
“It so happens that I’m a wolf,” Dr. Novak says, cheeks flushing but not flinching from Dean’s gaze.
Dean’s mouth falls open.
“You should take some time to recover, of course. Perhaps avoid penetration for several days.”
“So — I’ll be cleared for take-off by next weekend?”
“Unless you’re feeling discomfort, of course.”
“Are you off work on Saturday?”
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Hello! 4 and 10 for the writer ask :)
Hey thanks for playing the game with me! :D
4.How do you structure your plots (if if they just sort of happen, how do they end up being structured)?
This structure only works because I write romances lol
Part 1 - Meet CutePart 2 - Develop Relationship (this is the biggest chunk of the story)Part 3 - Make readers cry for 2-3 chaptersPart 4 - Make them cry again, but for happy reasons this time, and wrap everything up.
10. How do you choose where to end a chapter?
When someone falls asleep. Actually I found that happening so often that I try to make a conscious decision to NOT use that trick. But generally I’m either going to leave it on a gasp inducing cliffhanger, or I’m going to end it when I’m about to skip a chunk of time. The time chunk could be hours, days, or longer, as long as the next sentence I write at the beginning of the next chapter doesn’t immediately follow where I ended the previous chapter. Unless it was a cliffhanger, then the action has to come quick lol
Edit: Also a POV change, but I still try to skip some time if possible.
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@robotsnchicks responded to me on this post. I’m making a new post since talking in notes is very limiting. ;)
... I've realized from reading various responses to this that part of this is simply that my fandom experience is mostly in other fandoms and I am realizing that the spn fandom is quite different in some ways. I was surprised by the way challenges seem to be viewed as belonging to the mods and understanding that viewpoint goes a long way to me understanding the situation here. My fandom experience had been challenges that were seen more as belonging to the community with mods that changed but challenges that didn't, so part of my frustration was just coming from a place of not understanding this community I think. I do agree that our fandom is splintering and regret any part I had in pushing that along
You know, I think that the closest thing we’ve to community challenge is DCBB which was created by destiel writers who were frustrated with SPNJ2 Big Bang. That was a community effort. And for a longest time DCBB was the main challenge for destiel writers, plus SPNJ2 BB and SPN Reverse Bang. I know there have been things like DC Happy Endings, DC Ever After, some other destiel themed challenges but they never moved past second year. Like, there’s been a lot of challenges that went on for a year or two. I don’t know if we can say that they belonged to community tho because they all faded out. Which means that when mods left, the challenge didn’t survive. I don’t want to say that challenges belong to mods, but they really, really depend on mods. See how Harlequin challenge is being brought back now because some people wanted to do it, not because destiel community demanded it. I think Harlequin challenge exists in other fandoms as well? So, in that case we can talk how certain challenges are more a community thing since they are not tied to a certain fandom. Still, they happen only when and if there are people who want to do it. I agree that a lot of challenges survive because mods change, but, a lot of challenges also don’t survive. And if the challenge is poorly organised, participants suffer the most.
Tropefest is a bit different because it was one of the first tumblr based destiel challenges that were created by two well known fans, Jojodacrow and Museaway in 2016. IIRC, it was born out of frustration with the old, LJ based DCBB. I think the name was also their idea, there was no Tropefest in any other fandoms at that time? Unlike Big Bangs and Reverse Bangs that are main challenges in most fandoms. I’m wondering now how many angry folks now remember Jojo’s weekly Destiel roundup (2015-2016) that was specifically meant to promote recently posted fics, long and short, popular authors and newbies. Like, Jojo has gone above and beyond to promote new destiel authors. And then created a challenge geared towards more experienced authors. So yes, in this case we can say that this one, recent and small challenge belongs to them until they decide to invite new mods. Or not invite new mods. After all, there’s no riot in 2018 when they skipped doing it while fandom was having a gamut of new challenges springing up like mushrooms after rain. I see people arguing about elitism and keeping out writers but, there’s 48 fics (17+31) in Tropefest 2016 & 2017 collections when folks applied without invitations. That’s hardly a major fandom challenge. I feel for people who were seriously planning to participate in Tropefest this year, but again. This is not the only challenge.
So, what shocked me about this backlash is that people really ignored the core problem, harassment, and completely missed the nuance - Tropefest is not the main fandom challenge, that’s DCBB. If the mods would have proposed these kind of changes to DCBB, we would be having completely different conversation. It is possible that this outburst has it’s roots in general frustration with feedback in fandom. There’s a lot of talks about how Likes, Reblogs, Kudos and Comments are down, how fanwork creators feel discouraged to create new stuff. So, I see how this frustration could aim out towards people who suddenly took away one opportunity at getting a promo. I see it, but that doesn't mean that this outburst was directed at the right target IMO. The problem is much bigger, and basically yea, destiel fandom is shrinking and splintering, fans read less fic, talk less about fic, fans move to other fandoms. Fans went on blocking spree and now, even if they do promote something, half of the time people can’t reblog it. I think it is pretty telling that a year after DFF became archive, there’s still no other big, reader oriented fic rec blog. We can talk all we want about how things will always happen in fandom because someone will always do it, but that’s not true. Now, all main destiel fic promo sites are modded by fic writers. Which is great, but you gotta admit that fan involvement is down.
I may sound real sore about this topic, but I’ve experienced this a lot as a DFF mod - the moment mods are behind an URL that doesn't look like a private blog, we are regarded as fandom employees. Suddenly we are turned into some kind of outsiders who are expected to service fandom and accept all demands. And somewhere with this sense of entitlement comes the idea that mods really don’t matter. That everyone can be a mod and the challenge or the fic rec blog will keep producing the same content no matter who is behind the URL. So, we have this strange situation when people want to enjoy the quality content they have come to expect from destielfanfic (or Tropefest), but somehow they think that mods are easily replaceable. I can’t tell you how much it hurt to see a post calling for DFF mod change after we posted our post 12x23 Castiel post which was interpreted as destiel hate. The OP literally said that DFF is an important fandom hub, but those pesky mods should leave and let other ppl to continue the blog. I feel that the same thing happened to jojo now, Now matter how much time and effort she has devoted to promoting destiel writers, it doesn’t matter because she did this one tiny thing to make life easier for her. This mentality that puts fandom above an individual completely ignores the fact that there’s no fandom without individuals. Fandom is a voluntary place. We are here, or we move to another place.
#tropefest#fandom drama oranges#robotsnchicks#thank you for giving me chance to talk about challenges#i'm actually curious about your other fandom experiences?#like there are challenges that go on for many years#while regularly changing mods?#i can see how BB and reverse bangs can survive#since those are regarded as fandom challanges#and someone always will step up to mod them#i don't think it is true for smaller challenges#even now#about fandom#my fandom history#destielfanfic#flyingcatstiel has thoughts
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I hope you are having a wonderful birthday! You are such a delight and deserve the best!
Thank you for your lovely wishes. (◕‿◕✿)
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robotsnchicks replied to your post “Oh c’mon tumblr. My dash just goes from a few minutes ago to 5 hours...”
Ahhhh I thought it was just me. Lovely
As usual, xkit helps. If you open one of the few posts you see before the skip (the very last didn’t work for me, the second-to-last did) on an individual page and then click on the “view on dashboard” extension button, it lets you see more posts from the correct order. Then repeat until you get tired of it I guess...?
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You are an Iruka fan too!? That makes me so happy! :D
Yeah!!! He is a great guy, and pretty much the only one who Naruto never had to prove himself to before being acknowledged (i mean there was Hiruzen as well, but he was too caught up in the politics of it all to actually act on it).
Iruka treated Naruto like any other disobedient student, but outside of class he was happy to give Naruto attention and look after him. I think given the chance he would have tried to adopt Naruto, but the laws around Konoha are so strict about interacting with Naruto, I think there was probably something in place against anyone officially adopting the kid. Hiruzen likely had to fight with the council just to allow Naruto to live independent instead of on some secret ANBU compound where he’d be trained as a weapon like Gaara was.
Iruka is definitely my favourites of Naruto’s guardian figures.
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The Lion, the Witch and the Auxiliary Wardrobe - 6/7
Edward “Blackbeard” Teach’s foolproof strategy to get over devastating heartbreak: 1) bring a witch aboard the ship 2) get trapped in an auxiliary wardrobe with the man who broke your heart 3) well, you’ll have to read to find out. Eventually there will be sexy times. Right now Stede has some romancing to do. Thank you to @robotsnchicks for the beta!
When Stede was young, before he'd realized the expectations his family would force upon him to marry for money rather than love, he'd often daydreamed of how he'd go about courting someone.
He thought he'd show up at their door with a large bouquet of flowers that he'd picked himself from the garden, carefully selecting the most pristine and colorful ones that would complement his paramour's beauty. They'd go on long walks together on the beach, talking about life and their dreams for the future. He'd recite poetry, maybe even some of his own that would be inspired by the immense love in his heart for this individual who was remarkable beyond compare. And then, perhaps, if it was a very special occasion, he might present his intended with a fine piece of jewelry, or any little trinket their heart desired, something they could keep on them always and think of him.
Then he'd married Mary, and, well … things didn't quite work out the way he'd imagined.
But now he had this new opportunity in front of him to woo someone he cared for deeply, and it was thrilling beyond belief.
He didn't have access to a garden, and he no longer had his fortune to purchase anything his partner desired. But he did have immense love in his heart.
And now, his love had a face.
Thrilling.
Continue reading this chapter on AO3, or start from the beginning here.
#Our Flag Means Death#ofmd#Blackbonnet#Gentlebeard#Ed x Stede#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#my fics#lol made this post last night when I actually added the chapter and then never posted it#this is why I can't work on two fics at the same time#anyway this is short and sweet and fluffy#because I want them to romance each other gdi#it's what they deserve
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Navigation at sea
by robotsnchicks
"I can read instructions for how to tie a bowline and how to navigate using the stars but there’s not a word to be found to explain how to navigate the rest.” Ed’s face is concerned but confused. Stede takes a deep breath. “The social parts. The reality of living in close quarters. All the touching and the casual nudity, and bed hopping!”
Ed drains the rest of his glass and sets it on the desk with a loud thump. “Y’know you really have been a fast learner, but I’m realizing there are a few skills I’ve been neglecting.” Ed’s hand moves to rest on Stede’s knee. “And we can’t have that.”
Words: 3286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach
Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Humor, Smut, First Kiss, Baby's First Blow Job, one co-captain just helping the other out, Fluffy Ending, Post-Episode: s01e07 This Is Happening
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39816447
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93 for the winter prompts? Thanks! Your fics keep my Newmann love alive
A YEAR LATER….I GET AROUND TO THIS ONE….hope u still care
Anonymous said: I saw this prompt and I love it so much! “93. i’ve been entering fun ice sculptures to our town’s contest for years and they never win but i overhear you talking about how it’s stupid that some angel wins every year and my clever/funny ones never do when they’re more creative” Would you be willing to write it?
93. i’ve been entering fun ice sculptures to our town’s contest for years and they never win but i overhear you talking about how it’s stupid that some angel wins every year and my clever/funny ones never do when they’re more creative
from winter writing prompts here
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On a scale from one to ten, Newt’s artistic abilities lie at a pretty firm five, and that’s only because his dad used to shell out and get him the big packs of colored pencils and crayons for school when he was a kid. (The good shit too, like, the biggest packs available. Newt was the envy of the playground when he wasn’t getting bullied.) He can’t draw for shit. He can’t, like, mold ashtrays or glue rhinestones onto pants for shit. He couldn’t even design his own tattoos, as much as he tried—everything came out as ugly squiggles that made his artist squint and frown and politely slide Newt a sheet of tattoo samples.
The only exception to that rule is—for some God-only-knows-reason that Newt discovered after taking a class on a whim one boring December—Newt is the fucking bomb at ice sculptures. He loves it. He’d do it all year round if he could. He’s sculpted everything from snowflakes to dinosaurs to DNA strands, and each year he only gets better.
Unfortunately, you know, no one else seems to think so.
Each year, Newt gets better at it, and each year, Newt enters the local ice sculpture contest, and each year—after hours of toil, blood, sweat, and shivering—he comes second (or third) place to some lame gingerbread man or whatever that took, like, half the amount of time as Newt’s and used half the imagination he did.
Whatever. Newt’s dad always comes and claps obnoxiously for him no matter what, and then takes him out to dinner afterwards, so—personally—Newt thinks the judge committee can just shove that sparkly ribbon and five hundred dollar price up their asses where they belong. Newt knows his own worth, thanks.
(The five hundred dollars would be nice.)
Newt spends another few hours on his entry for this year, a sick ice Godzilla tearing up a sick ice skyscraper. A unique sick ice Godzilla. He expected that everyone else would be sculpting generic Christmas shit, like reindeer and snowmen, and he was right; he was also right in his expectations that his sick entry would be glossed over for one of them. Lame.
“Lame,” Newt says to himself as one of the judges pins the sparkly first place ribbon onto a woman who sculpted some sort of angel. Newt didn’t even place this year. (Second place went to the reindeer, third to the snowman.) After all that time he spent carving a dozen sharp teeth, too.
“Mm,” the man standing next to him says, which Newt wasn’t expecting. “I quite agree.”
Newt turns. “You what?”
The guy’s sallow-faced and pointy, with outdated clothing, granny glasses, and a brass-handled cane that he leans on with two folded hands. He’s frowning at the ice angel in a manner Newt would call distinctly unimpressed. He’s also kinda hot, in a weird old professor way. Not that it matters. “I said I quite agree. It’s…uninventive.”
“Uh,” Newt says. “Yeah—yeah, it is.”
“And they give the award to something like it every single year,” the guy continues, growing more unimpressed by the second, “other angels, or snowflakes—meanwhile you’ve got actually interesting entries like number seven or whatnot who win nothing every year.”
Newt covertly tucks his arms over his Participant #7 sticky badge. “Uh,” he says, “I mean, it’s not always nothing…”
“It is,” the man says, darkly. “I come every year.”
“Oh,” Newt says. “Big ice sculpture fan?”
“No,” the man says.
“Right,” Newt says.
He hums, shuffles his feet. His dad couldn’t make it this year, so Newt has plenty of time to check this guy out. “So, uh, how about that really cool dinosaur skeleton last year?”
“Mm, yes, that too,” the man says. “Beaten out by a bloody bell. Ridiculous. The level of detail–the accuracy–”
Hot, weird, and he likes Newt’s stuff. Newt’s half in love already. He sticks out his hand. “Participant number seven,” he says. “I did the dinosaur last year too. Nice to meet you. Call me Newt.”
The guy’s cheeks go a shade pinker as he catches sight of the #7 sticker on Newt’s chest; he coughs, and then scowls, rapping his cane once against the ground indignantly. “You could’ve said something,” he says.
Newt wiggles his hand. The guy takes it, begrudgingly, though he lingers a lot longer than a simple handshake requires. His hands are cold. “Dr. Hermann Gottlieb,” he says.
Ooh, a doctor. Even hotter. Newt gives his most charming grin and is pleased to see Hermann’s blush spread to his ears (and Hermann’s eyes sweep over him in an obvious once-over). “If you’re interested, I’d be happy to give you some private sculpting lessons, Hermann,” he says. “Since I’ve impressed you so much, I mean.”
He expects more blushing and ducking, but Hermann squares his shoulders, and, looking Newt straight in the eyes, says “I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner.”
“Yes,” Newt says quickly. “Uh, yes.”
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Paper Moon
fic by robotsnchicks | art by Josh Pineapple
By the time he hits thirty-three, Dean's given up on the apple pie life, accepting that a serious relationship isn't in the cards for him. But when he meets Cas everything falls into place. Now he’s happily married, hopelessly in love, and they’re about to buy their first home together. It almost feels too good to be true.
It turns out it is. His world comes crashing down when he wakes to find that he’s been a subject in a virtual reality simulation gone wrong. All the years he thought he spent with Cas were actually experienced in less than a week. And when he gets out, Cas is nowhere to be found. Ignoring the possibility that Cas may not be real, he sets out to find him and convince him that it’s worth giving Dean — and their relationship — a shot in the real world.
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Sam takes a deep breath and lays his hands on the table. “I think it’s time you seriously considered that Cas isn’t real.”
“Sam, don’t,” Dean says, warning him off the subject. This time, Sam doesn’t listen.
“Just hear me out and try to look at this objectively. While in a virtual reality program — specifically designed to make you happy — you met someone exactly your type, fell in love almost instantly, got married, and lived in wedded bliss. Have I got that about right?”
Dean folds his arms as he battles unease. “Yeah, so?”
“Dean.” Sam runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Let’s set aside the fact that Valis is a solo experience and that you can’t find any proof of Cas. When’s the last time you had a relationship last more than a week? Lisa? That didn’t even last a year and the only reason it lasted as long as it did was because you were crazy about her kid.” Sam smiles sadly. “Doesn’t this perfect relationship sound a bit like wish fulfillment to you?”
Dean clenches his jaw as anger and fear battle for control. He can’t deny the truth behind Sam’s words. He’s shit at relationships. He’s always known that. Does it really make sense that someone as amazing as Cas would choose to be with him? And if he is real why haven’t they found each other? Where is he?The only possibility Dean can think of is that Cas just isn’t interested. Dean isn’t sure which is worse.
(Continue reading on Wednesday March 6th)
#Destiel Fic#Dean/Cas Fic#SPN Fic#DCPF Previews#DCPF 2019#modern au#sci-fi au#Happy Ending#robotsnchicks#josh pineapple
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