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cssns · 10 months

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Let's keep the ball rolling with our amazing artists. Please help us welcome @piinfeathers to CSSNS23!

What’s your Tumblr?

@piinfeathers on tumblr, stephsketched everywhere else, plus just steph is also good!

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

since 2021

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

literally the second killian jones started getting it baaad for emma swan in season two. by neverland i was totally hooked

What drew you to this event?

this is my second year doing this event and it's definitely my favourite! i just love seeing emma and hook in fantasy settings, it suits them so well

What inspired your topic?

unfortunately i'm probably not doing personal art this year, unless something magical happens you never know!

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

i'm a digital artist and work mostly with an illustrative/cartoony style thanks to my background in animation. i love trying to capture emma and killian with a sort of fun and soft energy that feels like they're in their own animated movie

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

i just love seeing everyone's work! having a new short snippet of captain swan as werewolves or faeries to look forward to every day is a highlight of my summer <3

I absolutely adore Steph's artwork and I know she's going to do amazing work for @goforlaunchcee's story, dropping on July 7th. Please drop by her page to say hi and welcome her to the event!

#GTKM #CSSNS23 #piinfeathers #gtkm interview

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caught-in-the-filter · 1 year

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7, 28 and 69 for the ask game 😇

Thanks! 😘❤️

7. Touch Me - SMASH

28. I’m With You - Avril Lavigne

69. Sandcastle Kingdoms - NateWantsToBattle (what a missed opportunity for the sexier songs on the list)

#piinfeathers #Kayla answers #music #Spotify wrapped 2022

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bigszs · 11 months

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requested by @piinfeathers ONCE UPON A TIME ✴ TAROT CARDS (x/x) (part 1)

#userstorybrooke #televisongifs #ouatedit #ouat graphic #onceuponatimeedit #once upon a time #my edit #mygifs

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 8 months

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hi im new to tumblr and love ur blog, i rly love captainswan! can u suggest some other captainswan tumblrs to follow? thanks xx

WELCOME, MY DEAR NONNIE.

HAVE I GOT BLOGS FOR YOU...

(I am still fairly new to the fandom so this is not an exhaustive list at all.)

Art @cocohook38 @piinfeathers @wild-werewolf - her Insta is more active and I highly recommend following @pirateswhore

Gifs/Edits @pirateherokillian @killianjonesz @k-leemac @naiariddle Fics/Meta/All the Things/Reblogs For fics, I elaborated at length here and my tag 'major cs fic rec' has many, many other lists that others in the community have done. (I will spare the retag for most of those folks.)

@teamhook @ishoulddefbedoingotherthings @piraterefrigerator @cptainjones @vasfasan @saptaincwan @grimmswan @exhaustedpirate @goforlaunchcee @snowbellewells @killian-whump @killiansprincss @kmomof4 @nachocheese-itsmycheese @anmylica @stahlop @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @djlbg @zaharadessert @xarandomdreamx @hollyethecurious @whimsicallyenchantedrose @elfiola @undercaffinatednightmare - Also has lots of relateable writing things over there @kazoosandfannypacks - Kazzy did OUAT-tober last year and propelled me into the OUAT fandom. Even when she is not doing OUAT things, she is doing amazingly creative things that encourage you to write or create on your own. Crack pairings? She's got them. Meta? Got it. And, it is smut-free and curse-free for those who take that into consideration. @ouatsnark - Doing the good work of defending CS against so much hate Event Pages @cssns @cshistfic @csjanuaryjoy @cssecretsanta2020 @ouattober Listen... I know that I forgot people I KNOW that I did and I am so, so sorry. But, follow them too!!

Oh, and I am so glad you like it here.

#ouat #captain swan #asked and answered #ouat fandom

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pirateswhore · 8 months

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top 5 cs blogs?

oh, this is a cruel question. 😔

I'm missing many, im sure, and I'm going off of what shows up in my feed the most often, in no order.

@killianjonesz Sharon and her gifs are... a gift to this world and fandom. I just adore them SO much, I kick my feet giggling whenever I look at them. 10/10 chefs kiss, mwah

@cptainjones 's analysis/commentary n general meta is just. mind blowing. istg mari you've got such a way with words.

@piraterefrigerator you were my first friend in the fandom so like. hi ily Ray. also your blog gives me "haha funny" with some takes and I love the unhinged headcanons we share with each other <3

@piinfeathers your art > God. so good istg. some of your pieces live rent free in my head and I'll look at them sometimes and giggle kicking my feet up.

@laianely relatively new and we don't interact much BUT I absolutely adore your edits hello. heartbreaking (I also think I've seen some on TT/reposted to Pinterest so I'm glad I get to follow the OG creator of them :))

and some generally cool people I like seeing on my dash and are lovely people: @caliburn-the-sword @vasfasan @booksteaandtoomuchtv @poptart-cat-78 @kmomof4 @thecoolestfreakyouknow @exhaustedpirate

#there are so manh more blogs that i like but. i wanted to give a variety here of the ones most often in my feed #im also forgetting a fair share im sure #im also new to the tumblr fandom so idk many people yet alsjalsn #but !! these people are sweethearts #ouat #ouat blogs #tumblr asks

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snowbellewells · 1 month

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CS Fic Rec Monday: "The Scars We Bare" by: @piinfeathers

This two shot 5b divergence is full of the best kind of angst and whump - right up my alley! 😅😉 I love how Steph reimagined Emma’s trip into the Underworld to find Killian and their trial to return to life together. It really had so much more emotional impact than all the side character plots that were going on in that arc in canon. At any rate, this is a great read, you’ll be all caught up in it, and if you missed it, it’s time to give it a chance!

I also attempted some cover art, @piinfeathers (Hope you’ll like it, though it’s nothing as awesome as the art you yourself can do!)

"The Scars We Bare" by: @piinfeathers

#cs fic rec Monday #csfrm #cs 5b divergent ff #cs 5b two shot #the scars we bare #cs angst #cs whump #cs hurt comfort ❤️

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priscilla9993 · 3 months

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Tagged by @bvtman! Thank you so much and hope you're doing well. Sorry for getting back to this late; life got in the way.

Named after anyone? Nope. People like to assume that I was though.

2. Last time you cried? A week ago mentally. Good cry two days ago in my car realistically.

3. Any kids? Nah, don't wanna and don't got them meatloaf Pokémon.

4. Sports played/playing? Growing up, I tried them all in PE, but nope, not currently or in the near future.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Might not come across on here but way too often irl

6. First thing you notice about people? Their general mood or vibe. From there, their eyes, whether they're smiling, and the sound of their voice, loudness or timbre.

7. Eye color? Dark brown. Very common yet I've been told they're pretty or mysterious depending on my expression.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both but I'm a sucker for the latter.

9. Talents? Can read quickly, remember dialogue or plot points of a conversation (useful considering a ramble starts in one place and ends in another), and sleep easily anywhere.

10. Where were you born? United States

11. Hobbies? Writing fanfic, watching anime, and playing video games

12. Pets? None but I wish to have a cat again.

13. Height? 4 ft 8 in. I feel like an old lady in a kid's body.

14. Favorite subject in school? Anything that was an elective, so related to creativity such as culinary or performing arts.

15. Dream job? Idk anymore but it used to be doctor, pharmacist, or cooking show host when I was a kid.

Tagging 15?! Huminah huminah, anyone can join but yeah! Love all you guys on here <3 but we'd be at it for ages if I named you all. I'm going to tag those that show up from random letters on my follow list.

@laianely @chronicallybubbly @hookaroo @infinity-tippy @piinfeathers @piracytheorist @oakwyn @wyntereyez @of-monsters-and-werewolves @cocohook38 @killian-whump @caliburn-the-sword @killianxswan @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @bigszs

#I don't think I know enough tumblr peeps that well to tag bc that was hard #ask game #tag game #feel free to ignore

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everything-person · 5 months

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Kazoos Advent Calendar

Hi @kazoosandfannypacks! I’m sure you’re confused on what’s going on so let me explain. Last year you signed up for the Captain Swan gift exchange and I was your gifter but I unfortunately never delivered. And I have felt terrible about it ever since. So I decided this year I would give you one gift per day leading up to Christmas to make it up to you and to get the creative juices flowing again. I will be giving you a mix of everything you asked for and kinda stalked your page for more ideas.

So today is day

I noticed you were a fan of Tangled the series so I decided to do my best and draw Killian and Emma in that style. And well here it is along with the reference photos

I feel Killian turned out really well but I kept having difficulty with emma. No matter how much I adjusted her her proportions weren’t coming out right. But I did my best and I think they aren’t terrible to look at. Hope you enjoyed your first gift!

Also big thank you to @piinfeathers also used their art as reference and to remind me which hand Killians hook is. These are nowhere near her art and should not be compared. Her art in phenomenal.

#kazooadventcalendar #cs fanart #Captain swan #Emma swan #Killian Jones #ouat #once upon a time #tangled the series

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bvtman · 3 months

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15 Questions & 15 Friends

Tagged by @louwitcher, thank you! :)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I'm in a constant state of crying. :')

3. Do you have kids?

Nope.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played pretty much every sport in existence growing up. None anymore!

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Always!

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Physically, eyes and smile. Otherwise, their general vibe and kindness.

7. What's your eye color?

Blue mostly, I have central heterochromia.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both but probably scary movies!

9. Any talents?

I'm good with technology I guess, am a decent coder.

10. Where were you born?

Scotland! :)

11. What are your hobbies?

Games, movies, nerdy stuff.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yeah, I have two cats.

13. How tall are you?

5ft 5in.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Computing for sure.

15. Dream job?

Hmm it was game development, not sure what it is now!

Tagging:

@killianxswan, @distvrbiaaaa, @anakinfallen, @dykelilypage, @elena-gilbert, @caught-in-the-filter, @stelijahsalvatore, @bigszs, @piinfeathers, @ceilings-plaster, @hooked-on-swanics, @priscilla9993, @laianely, @labyrinth, @wavebf and anyone else who wants to do this!

#feel free to ignore the tag too <3 #ask games #tagged in #about me #.txt #shannon.txt

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cssns · 2 years

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Get to Know Me 2022

Please welcome @piinfeathers to the CSSNS!

Tumblr Name

piinfeathers

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

I binged the show last summer and was immediately obsessed, this show has taken over my life.

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

The second I saw Killian Jones, beaten and bloody on the side of the road literally 5 minutes after getting hit by a car, still taking the time to hit on a clearly annoyed Emma Swan I knew I was a goner. The finale of season 3 basically cemented them as my all timer ship.

What drew you to this event?

I’ve really been interested in collabing with another artist or writer for a while now. I think this show and this fandom in particular inspires some of the most unique and beautiful art and I really loved the idea of bouncing ideas off of other creators.

What inspired your topic?

Honestly? Colin’s pointy lil ears always make me think of elves and fae, and the fact that Emma is canonically a lost fairy tale princess, it just goes together so well.

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

I’m really interested in exploring a more traditional fairy tale illustration style for this. I studied a lot of fairy tale art and folk art in college, and lately I’ve been super inspired by Scandinavian artists like Kay Nielsen and John Bauer.

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like.

I do digital illustrations! I work in animation as a character designer so my style does tend to skew a little cartoony. I think it suits the show a little bit, what with it being a Disney drama.

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

I love the sense of community this fandom has, even this long after the show ended. I’m just excited to be part of it this year.

Steph will be dropping her original artwork on August 18th, and doing artwork for @mie779. Make sure to say hi on Tumblr and Discord.

#cssns 2022 #gtkm #captain swan supernatural summer #piinfeathers

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wistfulcynic · 10 months

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as we meet at the fading of the longest day

A new Captain Swan fic? From me? Only *checks notes* one year and nine months since the last one.

Surprise?

Actually, the solstice made me do it. This is has been a half-worked WIP for well over two years now and i wanted to finish it but couldn’t hit on quite the right angle. Today i did. A midsummer miracle.

This is the third and final instalment in the Portable Magic verse, and so i offer a tag to @optomisticgirl and @piinfeathers because i know they are fans of this verse, along with @thisonesatellite @ohmightydevviepuu @katie-dub and @kmomof4, for what feels like obvious reasons ❤️.

He places himself at the cliff’s edge—its very edge; the tips of his toes in their squared-off boots lie flush with the crumbling granite. Wind whips through his hair and waves crash below his feet—far, far below—against rocks that shatter them into froth and fling their fragments through the air. The world spins around him, dizzyingly, but he is not afraid.

He steps over the edge, and off it.

When he opens his eyes he’s reclining on a long, low chair with a high back at his elbow and an armrest at his head. The cushion beneath his cheek is coarse-woven of silky fibres and his hand clenches on upholstery of the same material as he struggles to sit up.

“That was foolish, child,” says a voice from behind him. A gently lyrical voice that pierces his heart with the single word it does not speak.

His own is rough when he replies. “I had to see you.”

“I gathered.”

He turns as the speaker emerges from the shadows. He doesn’t remember her face but he knows it, long and lean, the lips his, the brow his, the eyes his.

“Mother,” he breathes.

Her breath catches. “Killian.”

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long, imagined it in such detail, but now that it’s here he cannot find a single word to say.

She seats herself gracefully on a chair beside his own and summons a smile. “Tea?”

He almost laughs. She looks nothing like Emma—her hair is straight and a deep, rich auburn, her pointed chin un-dimpled and her eyes more wise than knowing. Yet in essence they are so alike, his mother and his chosen wife. He thinks they’d like each other.

He hopes they can.

“You have a need,” says Alys, as she pours tea from a pot that was not there a moment ago. Neither were the cups that she fills with pale-green brew, but Killian has long since passed the point where such things might astonish him. He accepts a cup with a nod of thanks and takes a sip—there can be no danger to him in doing so—and considers his reply.

“Yes,” he says. “I do.”

“You’ve lost something,” she murmurs, “or are on the verge of losing it.” Her gaze is probing but not sharp, gentle as she sifts through the layers of his mind. He lets her—he could resist, but what would be the point? He’s here to offer her the very things she seeks. “No… someone.”

“Aye,” he replies, and lifts the last layer himself.

Alys gasps; her hand trembles as she returns her cup to its saucer. “She—she’s lovely. American?”

“Yes.”

“And a practitioner. How pleasing to see our ways survive, even in that land.” There’s an edge to her tone that rankles him a bit.

“It’s not such a different land,” he argues, then amends. “Well, not all of it.” It’s difficult even to stretch the truth in this place.

“You’re strongly bonded, you and she,” Alys observes, “and have been so for years. Yet there have been no formalities?”

“No.” His voice catches on the word. “We—didn’t want to rush things.”

Alys frowns slightly, then she nods. “Perhaps that’s wise. It doesn’t do to be light-handed with the threads of fate. Or destiny.”

Killian barks a wry laugh. “That’s what Emma said.”

“Is that her name? Emma?”

He nods. “Emma Swan.”

“Swan.” Her mouth twists. “English.” Of the Angles, she means.

“By descent. But that was centuries ago. She’s her own self now. One who respects all ways and all people.”

Alys smiles. “You’ve chosen wisely, then.”

“I think so.”

She nods. Her expression turns wistful, longing and so lonely. “I thought you would be angry,” she says. “When you realised that I left by choice.”

“What choice, Mamm?” asks Killian softly, “Your ‘choice’ was leave or die. I’d far rather have you alive.”

She swallows; her eyes are misty now. “But you were so small,” she whispers. “You were so small, Killian, it broke my heart to leave you. I wanted more time, and I couldn’t—your father wouldn’t let me bring you along.”

“I know.” He takes a risk and takes her hand. It’s slender and cool in his, with the faint hum of magic he’s grown accustomed to feeling beneath another’s skin. She goes still for a breath, then two, and then she turns her hand beneath his and clasps it hard.

Killian feels tears prickle in his eyes. He’s dreamt of this, longed for it, but he knows that desperation alone gave him the courage to take the step. He had nothing left to lose.

Alys knows it too. Her eyes are wet with the same tears.

“Very well,” she says. “I shall help you.”

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The wood is dark, and noiseless. Nothing moves, not even the trees. There is no wind to rustle them, no trill of birdsong nor scurry of animals in the underbrush. Killian’s heart races but his blood is cold; his heart labours to pump it. The air pushes at him, tries to force him back. He grits his teeth and presses on.

At his side Alys moves without a care, on feet that barely touch the ground. It’s not she the wood seeks to exclude. Her presence grants him some reprieve; not much, but enough. Enough to bring him to the edge of the clearing but no further.

His mother takes in their surroundings with an almost academic disinterest, curiosity untempered by judgement. “How fascinating,” she murmurs. “What happened?”

“The baby,” says Killian hoarsely. “All seemed well until—”

“—her pains began,” Alys finishes, when his voice grows too rough to speak.

He nods.

“Birthing a fae is always a tricksy thing,” says Alys, “and most particularly for a human. Far better to have the babe born nearer the turn of winter, when the veil is thinnest. At midsummer the lay of things is rather different.”

“There—” Killian fights to speak the words “—there wasn’t precisely—a plan.”

“Indeed,” says Alys wryly.

“Mother…” Killian gasps. The woods twist round him like a vise and he can barely breathe. “Bring her back to me. Bring them back.” He draws a rasping breath. “Please.”

Alys nods. “Here,” she says, unhooking the clasp of her cloak. She sweeps it off her shoulders and around his own then does it up again. Immediately the crushing pressure recedes. “This should hold the magic off until it’s finished,” she says. “Wait here.”

—

The hut is simple in appearance, deceptively. Alys observes the spells woven into the structure’s foundation, its walls, its sloping roof. Spells of protection and warding but also practical ones, for insulation, water- and fire-proofing, and fresh air.

A clever witch, her daughter-in-law, Alys thinks with an unexpected thrum of pride. Her son has chosen well indeed.

She passes through the door without stirring a breath within the hut but the woman on the bed senses her presence. She lifts her head, sweat-slicked and haggard, and calls out, “Killian?”

“No, hwegyn,” Alys replies. “He cannot enter.”

The woman regards her with green eyes still sharp despite her exhaustion, hours of fruitless labour writ plain upon her face. There’s determination too and hope, though this woman knows, as Alys does, that no child of fae and human can be born into this realm without a careful hand to guide her through.

She knows this, and yet she tried it anyway. Alys shakes her head. Humans.

“You’re his mother,” the woman says. “You’re Alys, of Kernow.”

“I am.”

“I’m Emma,” says the woman. “Emma Swan.”

A waiting tension thickens the still air just for a moment, then Alys smiles. “You are well met, my daughter,” she says.

Emma releases the air from her lungs in a whoosh. “Thank the goddess,” she whispers. The air within the hut is gentle now. It cradles them both as Alys approaches the bed and lays her hand on Emma’s forehead. Emma sighs again as cool relief floods her body and she relaxes for the first time in hours.

“Shall we introduce the world to my grandchild?” Alys says.

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As the last rays of the Midsummer sun break across the horizon, split by angles and air and magic into fiery shades of peach and rose, Rowan Alys Swan-Jones draws her first breath in the human realm. She blinks open eyes of the same sharp green as her mother’s, and regards her surroundings as Emma traces the outline of her slightly pointed ears.

“Babies don’t have green eyes,” remarks Emma, with a sidelong glance at Alys, sat gracefully in a chair at the bedside.

“Human babies don’t,” Alys agrees.

“Hmm,” is all Emma says in reply. She’ll have to think on that one.

Alys smiles and with the tip of a finger ruffles the reddish-tinted downy fluff on Rowan’s head. “Lowen owgh hwi, ow myrgh wynn,” she murmurs. “Hwi bos krev ha bos gwir.”

The words seem to hang in the air above the baby’s head. Emma doesn’t understand what they mean, but she feels their impact as they settle around Rowan’s tiny shoulders like the mantle they’re meant to be.

Just then, the door bursts open and Killian appears. “Emma?” he calls in worried tones. “Are you all right? The woods have only just let me through.”

Emma smiles and holds out her hand. “Killian,” she says softly, “come meet our daughter.”

Killian approaches the bed and reverently accepts the bundle Emma offers him. He tucks it into the crook of his arm, releasing a shaky breath as he strokes a gentle finger down the baby’s cheek.

Rowan coos.

“She recognises her father,” says Alys. “All is well.”

“You’ve blessed her,” Killian observes.

“I have.”

“Thank you, Mamm,” says Killian. He looks at Alys and sorrow clouds the joy in his eyes. “You’re leaving soon.”

“I must.”

“Will I see you again?”

“No, ow mab,” says Alys, with far greater gentleness than is her custom. “You are much too firmly of this realm, and rightly so. But this one—” she tilts her head to Rowan “—shall always have the means to find me, until such day as she chooses to relinquish them.”

Killian nods. “Farewell then, Mother,” he says. “And thank you.”

“Yes, thank you,” Emma echoes. “For everything.”

Alys smiles at her children, bestows a kiss onto each forehead, then takes her leave.

The breath of wind that carries her home is bittersweet but as she lights a candle to illuminate the shortest night, Alys feels content. Soon—many years yet by human reckoning but the merest tick of the ages to her—she will have a visitor again. A granddaughter, obstinate and tenacious and questioning, and far too clever for her own good. A challenge to everything Alys knows and all she holds dear.

She smiles at the flickering flame.

She’s always loved a challenge.

a/n: Killian in this verse is from Cornwall, or Kernow in the Cornish language. Though technically part of England, Cornwall shares a Celtic heritage and language with Wales, Scotland, Ireland, and Brittany. The language Alys speaks is my best approximation of Cornish, based on scant internet resources and zero knowledge of the language’s syntax. Apologies to any Cornish speakers for the inevitable errors.

#captain swan #cs fic #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfiction #emma x killian #a uniquely portable magic #profdanglais #as we meet at the fading of the longest day

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aprilqueen84 · 1 year

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CS Untitled New Years Eve Fic

A/N: Hello and Happy New Years! I wanted to share with everyone a little sneak peak of my new CS New Years Eve story. I hope to have it done within the next day or so. Hope that you enjoy this!

Also I am using an old Tag List so if you’ve changed your username, don’t see your username or wish to be tagged/untagged let me know!

Tag List: @hollyethecurious, @resident-of-storybrooke, @kmomof4, @jennjenn615, @pirateherokillian, @piinfeathers @enchanted-swans, @superchocovian, @deathbycaptainswan, @winterbaby89, @kingofmyheart14, @a-faekindagirl, @kymbersmith-90, @ekr032-blog-blog, @laschatzi, @teamhook, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @capswantrue, @bmbbcs4evr, @kday426, @tiganasummertree, @Ifh1226-linda, @meganhinsley, @xarandomdreamx, @jrob64, @hannahhook7744, @klynn-stormz, @yourebeautifuleverylilpiecelove, @therooksshiningknight, @earanemith, @snowbellewells, @motherkatereyloshipper, @emmythedaydreamer, @quirkykayleetam, @onceuponsomechaos, bdevereaux-blanche, @julieenchanted-swans

Untitled CS New Years Eve Fic

“A New Year’s Eve Party, Love,” Killian asked perplexed.

Emma nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. It’s at Town Hall. Regina is throwing it,” she said nonchalantly.

Killian raised an eyebrow at her. “And what, pray tell, does a New Years Eve party entail love?”

Emma tilted her head at her husband in confusion for a few seconds before realizing her faux pas. “Oh! I’m sorry babe. Sometimes I forget that you’re not familiar with some of our traditions,” she said sheepishly

Killian reached across the table and rested it on Emma’s. “It’s alright love, it just goes to show what a modern man I’ve become,” he joked.

Emma laughed. “Too true. It’s basically just a gathering to celebrate the new year.” she explained.

“I gathered that love, but what does one do at these celebrations?” he asked.

“The ones I’ve been to in the past. Mostly drink.” she responds with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Aye? Sounds like my kind of party Swan,” Killian said jovially.

Emma smiled at him. “Some go out to these extravagant parties where there’s dancing and drinks while others choose the more laid back route and stay in with family and friends. But either way it ends with a countdown to midnight and when the clock strikes 12 you ring in the new year with a kiss.”

“A kiss you say? Well I think I’m liking the idea of this New Years Eve business more and more,” he said cheekily, wagging his eyebrows at her.

Emma shook her head playfully at her husband. “Of course that would be the first thing that registers to you the most.”

“Can you blame me, love?” He said, giving her a devilish look.

Emma rolled her eyes at her husband's antics. “So what do you think?” she asked, getting back to the subject at hand.

#captain swan #cs fic #untitled cs new years eve story #emma swan jones #killian jones #David Nolan #snow white #cs fanfic

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bigszs · 6 months

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ERICARIELS -> BIGSZS

zavon bff rights

still tracking #userber

tagging: @katecastle @strideofpride @piinfeathers @sharpayandryan @daniel-bruehl

#ber for ts #text

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mie779 · 2 years

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The Dark Elven

A/N: This fic was started way back in April, I wanted to take part in this year’s CSSNS event on Tumblr. This is my contribution, it had always been my intent to write something inspired by The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit elves. I even made a moodboard/collage when I first started writing, I shared it on my Tumblr back in April.

I was so friggin happy when I learned that I was paired with the talented @piinfeathers, she has made the amazing cover art for me. (In two versions, one dawn/day and one night… the dawn one is going to be my “official” cover as it fits with a scene that comes later on. I have both versions set up side by side on my computer wallpaper, I love them so much.)

This will be multichapter and I have yet to find the ending in this, currently, I have 8 chapters written and we have yet to reach the final “battle”. I will try and spread out my updates so I’ll post one each week, I will do my best to remember to do it each Wednesday. In the next two weeks, you will have to excuse me if I forget as I’m on vacation.

I need to make one more shoutout and that is for my very helpful beta reader @ultraluckycatndltraluckycatnd. Without her, it would be filled with cringy typos and grammar errors.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed the process of writing this, and continue to enjoy it. Let me know in a review what you think of this. Read here or on AO3

Prologue

“Come now, little brother,” Liam urged, pushing away another low-hanging branch.

“It’s younger brother,” Killian grumbled as his foot got tangled in another gnarled root. “Do we even know if the bloody crystal is in the temple; that it is perhaps nothing but a myth? It could be anywhere in this godforsaken place.” He looked at the dense forest around them; they had trekked through this place for hours.

Liam inspected his compass and compared his notes on a small tattered parchment. “We’re almost there.” He pointed ahead of the tiny trail that could hardly be called anything else but thick woodland. Liam chopped off the twisted vines that blocked their passage with his cutlass. Liam was an expert at wielding the weapon and had taught Killian as they worked their way up the ranks on Captain Nemo’s pirate ship. When the old captain had died, Liam had taken up the mantle of Captain on the Jolly Roger.

“I bloody well hope so.” Killian swatted at a mosquito that buzzed around his ears.

“Look.” Liam stopped in his tracks and pointed with his cutlass. “It’s right there brother.”

“So the crystal is in there?” Killian managed to push forward so he stood next to his brother. “This place looks haunted.” The tall, almost pyramid-shaped structure rose above them, intricate symbols lined the walls and around what looked to be the entrance.

“Come now, Killian.” Liam took a step forward, eyes scanning the large open area in front of the lost temple.

Killian followed his brother and they reached the entrance, and Liam checked his map and notes again. Finally, he nodded. “I know how to get in.” He reached out and pressed the Greek letters in the correct order.

Moments later, the large entryway opened up and they could see a dark hallway. Liam found his torch in his backpack and, using a firesteel, the flame caught the oil in the torch.

“Are you sure about this?” Killian looked into the darkness, his skin prickled in fear.

“Come now, brother.” Liam pushed through a layer of cobwebs and lifted the torch as he stepped inside. “Be careful where you step,” he warned as he walked further inside.

Killian glanced over his shoulder, making sure that no one had picked up on their trail. But the forest around them was still, perhaps a bit too quiet. Taking a deep breath, he hurried after his brother. “That bloody crystal better be here.”

“It will be, the charts have yet to fail us,” Liam said as he led them deeper into the ancient Greek temple. The temple that they had spent days locating was in the middle of some deep forest area in Camelot, close to the borders of Misthaven. Misthaven was the land of elves, and who knew if they in fact hadn’t already crossed the borders between the two realms.

Finally, the hallway seemed to open up in front of them, and they stepped out into a cavernous room, the light from the torch never reaching the ceiling.

As they scanned the area ahead of them, they saw a faint flickering of blue light further into the room.

“So this is an old temple of Zeus?” Killian asked, surprised that his voice didn’t echo through the vastness of the room.

“It is.” Liam pointed to the blue light. “I think that is the crystal.”

The two brothers walked carefully over the floor, stepping over several shallow grooves that had been cut out into the floor; it looked like it was filled with something. Killian crouched down. “Hold on brother.” When Liam turned to him he said, “What do you suppose this substance is?” He pointed to the not quite liquid but still not solid mass in the grooves.

“Careful,” Liam warned. He pulled out a small knife and dipped the tip of it into the substance, then he carefully lifted it to his face and sniffed. “Smells like burning oil, and some other things I can’t place.”

Killian grabbed for the torch. “So, indoor lighting.” He moved the flame to the ground and seconds later, the substance caught the flames, and with a fizzling sound, a low burning flame ran through the groove, spreading throughout the room. The brothers watched as the room became more and more alight with the now low burning flames. The grooves all formed an intricate pattern over the floor and moved up towards where they’d seen the blue light. Now they could clearly see a raised platform on top of a wide staircase.

They carefully moved up towards the platform and as they approached the blue light, they could see a long blue crystal resting on top of the platform.

“The Olympian Crystal,” Killian whispered in awe. When they had first heard the tales of the crystal, they had both thought it was nothing but a myth. But then they came across old maps and logbooks that pointed towards a lost Olympian temple.

Liam reached out and let his finger slide over the ridges of the crystal; the pale blue light that emanated from it seemed to shift and change as he touched it.

“Careful brother,” Killian warned, but Liam grabbed the crystal and when nothing happened, they both sighed in relief.

“We did it,” Liam said in wonder, his eyes catching Killian’s, and they both let out a victorious cry. Killian clasped his brother’s shoulder as they looked at the crystal in Liam’s hand.

“That we did,” Killian exclaimed and was amazed that they had managed to find the mythical Olympian Crystal.

“We’ll get the darkness out now,” Liam said and waved the crystal between them, then frowned.

“First we will have to find someone who holds strong light magic,” Killian said in resignation. While it had been a struggle in itself to even locate the crystal, the next path seemed utterly impossible. “Bloody hell.” He tugged at his long hair, which usually fell over his pointed ears, hiding the fact that he and his brother were both part elven.

“Didn’t the seer also mention something of True Love?” Liam asked and gave Killian the crystal so he could store it safely in his satchel.

“Aye.” Killian secured their newly acquired treasure and sighed. “How the bloody hell do we find someone with True Love?”

“The elves are said to be firm believers in True Love.” Liam shrugged, then he rubbed over his own pointed ear hidden under his long dark brown hair. “Even if we do have some elven parts, I’m not trusting that True Love will ever find us.”

“We’re bloody pirates to boot, and our souls are tainted with our father’s darkness, and it’s only getting stronger.” Killian shook his head, not really believing they would ever find True Love. “But we should be able to find someone with light magic, perhaps that will be enough. We’ll run out of time eventually and the darkness will have consumed our souls.” His skin prickled as the simmering darkness shifted inside him; to this day, it was still manageable, and they survived despite the curse they had inherited from their father.

“Let’s start by getting out of this place,” Liam suggested and pointed to the exit. Killian nodded in agreement as the two brothers quickly found their way out and made good headway through the dense undergrowth of the forest.

Suddenly, a crackle was heard behind them and a blast of something dark red whizzed past their heads. When they both turned to look, they saw a menacing green-scaled man chortling while his fingers wiggled in front of him.

“Now Dearies, be some fine gents and give the crystal to me.” The man’s long wavy hair shifted over his face as he tilted his head back and forth. He reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers again.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” Killian asked, trying not to grab for his satchel, thus giving away where they had the crystal. “And how the hell do you know we have a crystal?”

“Ah you see, I couldn’t go into that temple meself, so when I saw you two,” he waved his finger between them, “walk inside, I just waited for you to come out.”

“Who are you?” Liam demanded, stepping forward.

“How delightful, you don’t know me.” The man tapped his chin then chortled again. “Now let me introduce meself then.” He did an overly dramatic bow. “I’m Rumplestiltskin the one and only, and you will do as I say or I’ll have you both skinned like snakes,” he smirked, “and I quite literally am capable of doing just that.” The menacing glint in the man’s beady eyes sent a chill down Killian’s spine; he was sure the man spoke the truth about how he could end their lives. But he wasn’t keen on testing out the theory.

“You’re the Dark One?” Liam gasped and stepped closer to Killian. “You—”

“Never mind what they call me.” He waved his hand dismissively in the air.

“Why would you need a crystal?” Killian asked.

“Killian,” Liam warned. “This is the Dark One—” At this, the green man’s eyes sparkled with delight. “ — He will most likely use the crystal for some devious plan of his.”

“Ah, so you do have a crystal,” the Dark One laughed. “Now give it here.”

Both Killian and Liam stepped back and glanced at each other. Killian saw the same resolution in his brother’s eyes, they would never allow the Dark One near their crystal. With a small nod from Liam, they both dove head first into the thick undergrowth to their left. Killian only hoped that their path would lead them to safety. But right now he focused on dodging low-hanging branches and avoiding getting struck by the magic that the Dark One was currently blasting at them. A howl of anger echoed between the trees, and seconds later they could hear him moving closer to them.

Killian had no idea for how long they stumbled and weaved in between the trees, but suddenly their path was blocked by a deep gorge, and a thundering waterfall to the left had the whole scene covered in a light spray of water.

“Bloody hell, now what?” But before Killian could make a choice, they had another blast of magic wizz by them, barely missing Liam.

They turned and saw the Dark One looming at the edge of the trees, his hands lifted, a sneer over his lips, anger in his eyes. “Now give the crystal to me.”

“We don’t have a crystal,” Killian tried, but he could see his words didn’t mean much.

“Now which one of you carries it?” Rumple tapped his chin, while still holding the other hand ready to blast his magic. His gaze shifted between Killian and Liam, and suddenly his eyes landed on Killian. “The younger perhaps?”

“No,” Liam shifted his own satchel, grabbing it tighter. Killian glanced at his brother, wondering what his game plan was.

The Dark One’s eyes narrowed, then lifted his hand towards Killian and flicked his wrist, and suddenly Killian felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Trying to grab at his own throat, he found Liam’s horrified gaze transfixed on what happened. Liam tried to reach out to Killian but the Dark One sneered. “Give me the crystal and I’ll leave your dear brother alone.”

“I have it here.” Liam took off his satchel and placed it in front of him, his hands raised in the air. “Now let him go.”

Killian could hardly breathe anymore, black spots began to swim before his eyes, the air slowly seeping from his body. Suddenly he could breathe again, and he took large gulps of air. Before he could even comprehend what happened, the Dark One flicked his other hand and blasted a ball of dark red magic aiming straight for Liam. With his heart pounding in his ears, he watched as his brother was hit by the magic and stumbled back several steps. When Liam began slipping on the muddy edge of the cliffside, Killian bellowed, “Nooooo, Liam!” It all happened so fast that he barely managed to take a step forward before his brother slipped over the edge. Killian saw the fear etched in his brother's eyes, and his lips moving in a silent scream. Killian slumped to his knees, watching his brother tumble to his death, engulfed in the whirling vortex beneath the roaring waterfall.

“Ah, one down,” the Dark One chortled and when Killian looked behind him, he could see the man getting ready to blast his magic again.

In one fluent motion, Killian rose to his feet and bellowed, “I will avenge my brother’s death, you bloody wanker.”

“Now just give me the crystal and I’ll be on my merry way.” The Dark One waved his fingers at him, pointing at Killian’s satchel. “I bet it’s right in there.”

Killian was frantically searching for a way out of there, but he also had to keep an eye out for any movement the mad man did.

Before the Dark One said another word they heard the flapping of wings; it sounded like a large bird approaching. When both men turned to look towards the sound, Killian could see a large creature emerge from the mists hanging over the waterfall. As it got closer it looked more and more like, “A flying monkey?”

“What the hell is she doing here?” The anger in the man’s voice made it clear that whoever was flying on the beast, it wasn’t someone the Dark One had invited.

Killian didn’t really care; he took a chance and slipped down a narrow path he’d spotted that would take him downriver, leading away from the waterfall. He only hoped that the Dark One had been distracted enough for him to be able to slide down the path without being chased. Just as he made a sharp turn, he picked up broken pieces of the conversation happening above him.

��“What? You don’t have the crystal…” It was a female voice that spoke at a high-pitched tone, sounding exasperated.

“You were not supposed to be here…”

“Oh but I’m here, and I guess I’ll have to find it myself…”

“That crystal is mine to find… mark me I’ll find it.”

“Whatever…”

Killian slipped down the path, his pants most likely in ruins, but he had to get the hell out of here and hopefully reach the Jolly Roger before the Dark One picked up his trail. When he finally reached the more level parts of the path that followed the brink of the river, he began searching for any signs of his brother. But his search was fruitless, and he knew he had at least another day's travel before he reached the sea. So he pushed forward and barely stopped to eat, only to fill up his waterskin whenever he crossed a smaller stream of water.

Early morning, he reached the shore and signaled for the crew to sail in with the longboat to pick him up. Minutes later he watched as the crew rowed the longboat to shore. Once they realized that only one Jones brother had returned, the group of men grew solemn, and with no words shared they returned to the Jolly Roger. It wasn’t a difficult decision to make; when Killian climbed on board the ship, he took over his brother’s role as captain of the enchanted ship the Jolly Roger. For the next many years, he would travel the realms and to his crew’s surprise, he never seemed to age. He often excused it with their many travels to Neverland, a hellhole in all the realms, but he did make a few lucrative deals with the devil ruling the island. Deals often included him spending more time than his crew on the island.

The years passed and each time anything regarding magic happened around him, he would flee and make haste to set sails. He knew the Dark One would be looking for him, and searched the realms for the crystal that he still had in his possession. None of his crew knew of the crystal, all they had been told was that the brothers had searched for something. When he returned he’d claimed the mission to be a failure, only gaining an enemy in the Dark One.

Killian searched the realms they sailed through for anyone with light magic; it had only been an endless string of failures every time he came across someone wielding magic, though. As such, he spent years struggling with the looming darkness shifting around in his soul. It messed with his mind, making him do and speak things that he would never have done on his own accord. The darkness ruled his life and knowing none with light magic, he ended up not believing him to ever be free of the darkness. At his darkest moments, he cursed his father’s elven magic that had caused the darkness to seep into him and his brother. But this was his life, he was a pirate and a bloody good one too; perhaps the darkness did help in this regard, yet he never felt as if this was the life he wanted to live. What more was there to find in life?

The Dark Elven

I was so friggin happy when I learned that I was paired with the talented piinfeathers, she has made the amazing cover art for me. (In two versions, one dawn/day and one night… the dawn one is going to be my “official” cover as it fits with a scene that comes later on. I have both versions set up side by side on my computer wallpaper, I love them so much.)

I need to make one more shoutout and that is for my very helpful beta reader Ultraluckycatnd. Without her, it would be filled with cringy typos and grammar errors.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed the process of writing this, and continue to enjoy it. Let me know in a review what you think of this.