#robotsnchicks

[profoundbondfanfic]

Any destiel amnesia au fic recs to soothe my gentle heart, I read one au called two worlds apart and as much fun it was I'm also heartbroken 😭 and I want to fix it with another amnesia au where they are both are very much alive in the end, also maybe with a dash of fluff and tension?

Here are a few recs with fluff and a happy ending!

Basic Lessons in First Aid, Magical or Otherwise by stuffy_j (Explicit, 54k words)

Most people probably wouldn’t take the naked, heavily wounded man they found in an alley home with them. Most people probably wouldn’t also offer that man a place to stay and become his best friend after realizing he’s suffering from an intense case of post-traumatic retrograde amnesia. Most people probably wouldn’t then risk almost everything they know to save said man, and maybe save the world in the process. But then again, Dean Winchester, RN (with a specialty in supernatural care), has never been like most people. He may not have a magical bone in his body, unlike his brother Sam, but he’ll do whatever it takes to help. Even if Castiel has questionable opinions about Star Trek.

Here We May Be Free by FriendofCarlotta (Explicit, 39k words)

When Dean was eleven, he saw something in the ocean: a boy with blue eyes and iridescent scales. Almost twenty years later, a spontaneous detour after a hunt brings Dean and Sam back to the town where that encounter took place. And Dean can’t shake the feeling that Castiel, the owner of the local Mermaid Museum, looks familiar…

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) by sobsicles (Explicit, 66k words)

When he wakes, he has no idea who he is. Not his name, what he looks like, or why he’s flat on his back, staring up at the stars littering the night sky. The first thing he learns about himself is that he has shitty instincts, especially if his first one is to protect the blue-eyed man currently stabbing someone in the face. Or, the story where two strangers can’t agree on much and know even less, but they’re both fairly certain that they’re in love.

Paper Moon by robotsnchicks (Explicit, 43k words)

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.

The Same Mistake, Again by zaphodsgirl (Mature, 43k words)

One night, after watching Dean pick up yet another girl while they're out at a bar, Cas heads to the local diner. Over the years his feelings of attraction have only deepened into something more, and he wishes desperately to go back to the time before he was in love with his best friend. His wish is granted in an unexpected way: he wakes up in the hospital the next morning with broken limbs - an arm and a leg- and a fractured memory with the last four years missing.

The Stars Will Remember by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 60k words)

Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

The Story of You and Me by the_diggler (Explicit, 54k words)

Dean wakes up in bed next to a very human Castiel, and a journal in his own handwriting that tells him it’s two years in the future. The house looks a lot like Bobby’s, and Sam lives there too… He just can’t remember how they got from angels falling in the sky – to comfortable domesticity. While there is much in the journal Dean doesn’t remember, there is much of their story he’s always known. And as he settles into the routine of his new life and relationship with Castiel, it quickly becomes something he doesn’t know how to live without.

Unveil the Splendours of Your Heart by thefandomsinhalor (Mature, 68k words)

When a reporter asks Dean, a homeless man with a mysterious past, why he exclusively keeps close to the billboards and posters of a specific male model—the one Dean likes to refer to as the angel with spectacular blue eyes—in a moment of weakness, thinking it won’t change anything about his situation, Dean tells him the truth: it’s how he finds comfort and solace. Something that is difficult to come by. That is until the story reaches the ears of Castiel Novak, the model in question.

Whiskey & November by dothraki_shieldmaiden, FriendofCarlotta (Explicit, 188k words)

There is a place in L.A. where the richest of the rich can make their dreams come true. For an outrageous sum, they can hire an “angel” who is programmed to be exactly what they need: a stripper, a scientist, a temporary boyfriend. Most people don’t choose to question who the angels are, or where they came from. Sam Winchester is not most people. His brother Dean went missing in L.A. two years ago, and Sam has spent all that time trying to track him down. The trail leads him to a shadowy organization known as “Heaven” that coerces people into giving up their identities and personalities so they can be reprogrammed for Heaven’s purposes. Inside Heaven, trouble is brewing: two of the angels, Whiskey and November, are beginning to break through their programming. As they fall for each other and fight to remember who they are, they discover that they have an ally already working to bring down Heaven from within.

Not really amnesia, but they think they have it:

Found Family by Dizzybunny (Explicit, 55k words)

When Alpha Captain Castiel Novak returns to the US after being rescued from three years of captivity, he is amazed to find a family he doesn’t remember living in his house. Not just any family - his omega husband and pups. Dean had been told Castiel was MIA, and probably dead. Living in Castiel’s old house, raising his own and Castiel’s pups as a single father had been difficult, but he managed. Now Castiel is back. Can he fit into the life Dean has made? Can Dean adjust to having an alpha? Does Castiel want a husband he can’t remember?

White Lies & Winter Blues by PaperAnn (Explicit, 37k words)

When Castiel drives by a car wreck, he should’ve heeded the warning, ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions.’ He’s a nurse, it’s a record-breaking, cruel winter, and upon seeing the driver hypothermic and near-death—his instincts kick in. Cas doesn't think, he jumps into action to save the omega. Once the ambulance arrives, Castiel joins the ride. Then in the hospital room, he keeps a watchful eye over the omega's treatment and care. All under the guise of being ‘his alpha.’ Castiel’s plan was innocent, wishing for a quick recovery, followed by quicker exit. Except, he misses his shot. The omega awakes and the nurse beats Cas to the punch, with the declaration, “You’re lucky your mate found you in time!” causing all hell to break loose. There are no questions. A starry-eyed and love-struck Dean Winchester automatically believes the accident caused amnesia, that Cas is his mate. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Now entangled in his own lies—still reeling from the unexpected discovery they’re true mates—Cas feels helpless. He doesn’t know what the fuck to do! Besides...playing along. Paving his road to hell, one good intention at a time.

[thevioletcaptain]

Day two of the @spnficrecfest is all about kink!

Given that Dean has several established kinks in canon, I've decided to list one fic for each! Which kinks in particular? I'm talking cowboys, tentacles, satiny panties, doctors, and being dominated by his partners -- whether that means being slapped around, or just being given some sexy rules to follow.

Some of these fics are set in the canon universe and some are AU, but all of them feature or explore some aspect of one of Dean's canonically established kinks. Enjoy!

boy leave your boots by the bed by an_ardent_rain Explicit | 9.8k | 🤠

I've had this fic on my to-read list since it was published last September, and I'm so mad at myself for leaving it so long. It's post-canon, set in the open-world Heaven 2.0 that Jack and Cas made, and Dean's cowboy kink not only features heavily throughout, it also serves a catalyst for change in Dean and Cas' relationship. It's hot and sweet in equal measure, and just a really beautifully written fic.

Dean and Castiel's Lagoon of Love by almaasi Explicit | 12.5k | 🐙

This one is described by the author as "Tentacle Porn For People Who Don't Usually Enjoy Tentacle Porn." While I can't speak to how true that might be, this enjoyer of tentacles had a great time. Set in an alternate canon where Cas remained human, the fic opens with Team Free Will arriving back at the bunker after a witch turned Cas into an octopus from the waist down. Dean's desire to have him act out the story of "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Pleasure" cannot be repressed, and Cas is more than willing to play along. Just normal boy bestie things!

Satin and Sawdust by Ltleflrt Explicit | 159k | 🩲

If you haven't already read Satin and Sawdust, let this be the day you check it out -- and if you have already read it, here's a sign that it's time to read it again. For the uninitiated, this AU is a rare treat in which Cas is the one having a sexuality crisis, all thanks to his neighbor (and handyman) Dean, whose low-riding waistband and extensive collection of lacy underwear is rapidly driving him out of his mind. It's been a while since I read this fic, but I was just thinking of it earlier this week, so it's definitely time to dive back in. (Side note, the fact that I can't change the color of the underwear emoji is an attack on my freedom of expression or whatever.)

Gimme the News by robotsnchicks Explicit | 1.9k | 🥼

This AU oneshot leans into Dean's medical kink, as he goes to see Doctor!Cas about a potentially "lost" sex toy, and requests a thorough examination. It's tightly written, packing plenty into 1,960 words, and also has some really great characterization -- from Dean's blend of humor and horniness to Cas' exasperation... and horniness. If you're worried about potential dubcon, check the author's end notes for some spoilers left out of the main fic tags :)

dying to let you know by bisexualsage Explicit | 4.7k | 🙇‍♂️

One of my absolute favorite things is when authors use kink as a vehicle for character exploration, and this established relationship post-canon ficlet delivers -- digging into why both Dean and Cas enjoy the dynamics they've found themselves playing out in the bedroom. This fic does have a dash of daddy kink, so beware of that if it's a squick!

Check under the cut for links to all of the rec lists I make for this fest! I'll update with new links as I post them :)

Day One - Purgatory Era Day Two - Dean's Canon Kinks Day Three - Long Fics Day Four - Alternate Universes Day Five - Rare Pairs Day Six - Case Fics Day Seven - Tropes Day Eight - Gen Fics Day Nine - Vintage Fics Day Ten - Coda Fics Day Eleven - Mystery List

[youchangedmedestiel]

omg please tell us about your endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean WIP!!

I'm so happy you asked about this one. The idea came from this art and the ficlet that goes with it on the link above. See for me it looks like Endverse Cas and Stanford era Dean. Probably because Dean looks younger since he doesn’t have a beard. So I worked with that.

And then, I wrote this:

What if, Endverse Cas ended up somehow in early 2005. Just before everything went sideways, because despite acting all defeated, he still has hope to save Dean. Because this is what this is all about. He loves Dean and wants to save him from being hopeless and helpless after Sam said yes to Lucifer. He wants to avoid him that nightmare.

So, he finds a way.

He meets Dean in a bar, drinking alone. His father out on a hunt somewhere and Sam in Stanford.

Cas talks with him and buys him a beer. He tells him he is a hunter, lies about knowing John Winchester to gain Dean’s trust. Because what does he have to lose?

He knows Dean so well. He recognizes him so easily. He changed but not really. He is still him. Still the most loving human being he knows. Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester.

They exchange about hunt stories and Dean just confesses about the current case he is working on. Cas lies that this is why he is here, to work on the same one. And Dean offers to join forces. He invites him in his motel room, because Dean is not as wary as he became, because Cas didn’t betray him yet and he is still young.

They work that case together. Cas feels almost like an angel, it’s like he can fly again. He doesn’t want to leave Dean’s side, he’s got to make sure he is safe.

Dean accepts his help, that’s not the first time he worked with another hunter that is not his family. Plus, the guy knows how to use a gun, and a blade. He is surprisingly good at it for someone who is on drugs all the time.

One night, he settles in his queen bed, next to Dean’s, his joint in his mouth. Dean approaches to take it out of his mouth, mumbling something about the smell being so strong he feels like it never leaves his clothes. But Cas grabs his wrist before he can do anything and pulls him on top of him. Dean obviously falls on him, surprised and struggling. But Cas’s hands on him are so gentle and so careful. The kind of touch he never received from a man. Especially not his father.

So he melts into it. He closes his eyes, when fingers snake between his locks. He gasps when soft lips brush his. He just lies there, when a hand strokes his back.

When Cas kisses Dean’s neck, his stubble scratches Dean’s throat.

Maybe Cas took too much drugs, or Dean inhaled a lot of it, because at some point Cas offers Dean to ride him and Dean accepts. They both strip and settle back on the bed.

[virtu4l-archieve]

𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥)

1. let me do this for you || artichokeflower

2. taking one for the team || artichokeflower

3. never praying away || sillynegan

4. the dummies guide to hand-holding for buddies || minxyone93

5. a couple of first || faithlesshunter

6. and this, your living kiss || opal_bullet

7. satin and sawdust || ltleflrt

8. the dean winchester beat sheet || saltyfeather

9. it’s all very complex || artichokeflower ⭒

10. magic fingers || chiyume ⭒

11. scratchmarks || bookkbaby ⭒

12. against the wall || la_rubinita ⭒

13. spoiler alert: they kiss! || eyes_of_a_tragedy, queerwerewolf, tfw_cas ⭒

14. el olor de amor || notreallyaroad ⭒

15. being led home || someonetoanyone ⭒

16. as cold as ice || balder12 ⭒

17. final fantasy. || orange_crushed ⭒

18. right where you left me || outdean ⭒

19. parking lot confessions || desirae ⭒

20. do it for sciene || robotsnchicks ⭒

21. i thought you only liked me for my cardigan || imyourhoneybee ⭒

22. the man who drank too much (and proposed to an angel) || black_cat_autumn

23. any pacifier will do || questiel (quefish)

24. stand by me || whelvenwings

⭒ indicates i still haven’t reviewed the fic!!

[hermannsthumb]

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.”

[afronaruto]

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 ?? 

[sharkfish]

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?”

[ltleflrt]

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.

Ask me writing things

[flyingcatstiel]

@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. 

[magnificent-winged-beast]

I hope you are having a wonderful birthday! You are such a delight and deserve the best!

Thank you for your lovely wishes. (◕‿◕✿)

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

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...?

[cenedrariva]

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. 

[mayalaen]

robotsnchicks replied to your post “not falling for it”

Oh man that sounds super frustrating. Do you get a lot of orders that actually are for in store pick up? If not maybe it would be worth it to remove that option and tell folks to contact you if they'd rather pick up?

Yeah, I do :(

The online store is new-ish, but it’s really catching on with the locals. I’m trying to push the app more for locals -- it only allows in-store pickup and you can’t pay through the app so it’s obvious you HAVE TO come in. I also have it targeted to only the US (if I could target it only to my state I would), but the app works great for locals.

But yeah, locals use the in-store pickup thing for the online store, so I can’t disable it. I also don’t want to disable other countries from buying from me because I have this numbing cream that for some reason everybody goes nuts over and I’m getting lots of orders for.

[trisscar368]

@robotsnchicks replied to your post “Welcome to Art Spam If you’re seeing this post, I’m bored. I have a...”

And anytime you feel like spamming futuristic/sci-fi/robotic etc art I would love to see what you have

Robots and androids, you say?  Hmmmmm....

[hermannsthumb]

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.”

[deancaspinefest]

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)