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@doodlelolly0910 and I are having about potential writing a hippie!snowing for something is killing me rn.

[artistic-writer]

Does your bologna have a first name?

Yes. It is Oscar ;)

Ask me questions and I’m only allowed to answer with ‘Yes’ or ‘No’

[killian-whump]

@doodlelolly replied to your post: Is this an anti Jen blog?

Okay I legit was not going to say anything on this little bash fest until this popped up. Are you saying that people who appreciate Killian!whump can’t also be Jen fans? Because that is a little ridiculous. And yeah. You run a large forum on a niche genre. People give a shit about what you say, good AND bad. The way you’re responding is very (unnecessarily) aggressive and you are not the only one allowed to have an opinion. You posted something on a public forum ½

And people are bound to disagree with it. I am in the same boat as this nonny. I really do like your stuff and I think you’re very talented. But this is not the way to handle something like this. Some of us really appreciate Jen in and out if this fandom and I guarantee if this was being said about Colin or Lana that it would be going a whole lot differently right now. 2/2

*sigh* First... “little bash fest” - Here’s what I’ve said about Jen today:

“Oh nooooooo… What’d she do now?”

“That’s not only ammo to bash and dismiss S7, that’s rude to ALL of her co-stars from ALL of the seasons, rude to the writers and directors and producers, and especially rude to everyone involved in S7. I’ll reserve full judgement until I see video of her saying it for myself, because tone and actual wording means a lot, but this might be the final weight on the scale of ambivalence for me when it comes to Jen.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely need to see a video of this to make up my own mind. It seems like, as usual, some things were said that can be taken different ways... I’ll reserve official judgement until I see it :)“

“...had they not completely rebooted the show, cut costs and cast, there would’ve been no S7 in the first place. And then Jen fans would have to accept reality - that the show was failing already with Jen in it.”

“The show didn’t fail because Jen left. She jumped ship because it was already failing and she wasn’t willing to take a back seat in the reboot that ABC demanded.”

“I said I was reserving judgement until I see what was actually said for myself… but I’m already disappointed to see that Jen’s rabid fanbase is already using her words as ammunition to attack others with.”

“That IS a good takeaway :) We should ALL try to be nice to each other :)“

So... I admit, the second one’s a harsh criticism, but followed immediately by me saying I’m going to withhold my final judgement until I see a video. The rest is just me upholding that last statement and making completely benign (and factual) observations about S7 and the show’s ultimate cancellation.

Edit: Also, I want to note that EVERY one of those statements is in RESPONSE to things said TO me about Jen. None of them were said without provocation or an intial comment from someone else that directly invited my input.

My takeaway from THIS is that, as usual, I’m being painted as someone “bashing” Jen simply because I’m not actively supporting her. And that’s bullshit. There are a lot of people out there who literally don’t like Jen... and then there’s me, who doesn’t really care one way or another (but admittedly might be swayed by this, depending on my take whenever I see the video).

Secondly... I never said people who like Killian whump can’t also be fans of Jen. The ask in question was making the same leap in logic that you’re making here, where ONE critical statement and a mess of neutral statements means I’m suddenly an “anti-Jen blog” and that this is all I’ll be posting from now on. I’m sorry, but that’s not the kind of leap anyone who’s primarily following me for whump would make, Jen fan or not. In fact, ANYONE who is following me should know that my blog is about 99.99999999% Killian/Colin/Whump and a mere fraction of a percent about shit that isn’t one of those things, let alone about Jen (positive OR negative). So no, I’m not buying that this Ask came from a whump-loving follower who happens to be a Jen fan. In fact, I doubt it came from a follower of mine at all. And no, you’re NOT in the same boat as the Nonny, because you actually addressed me TO MY FACE.

In my opinion, there is no such thing as being “unnecessarily aggressive” to anonymous crap in one’s Ask box. I have ZERO respect for people who approach others anonymously, and ZERO patience for people who dump shit in my Ask box. Someone coming into my inbox on anonymous to berate me, criticize me or play silly games where they pretend to speak for people who follow me for whump isn’t showing me one iota of respect. They get NONE in return. Sorry, them’s the breaks.

Now. Final point. If “this” (everything I said above about Jen) was said about Colin... I wouldn’t give a flying fart about ANY of it. Honestly, if Colin ever said he “carried” the show - or ANYTHING he worked on - I would think that was a shitty thing to say, and I’d say so, myself. It wouldn’t be bashing him. It would be valid and warranted criticism. If I saw someone say the same about him saying such a thing? I’d agree with them. If I saw someone withholding final judgement until they saw video of it for themselves? I’d applaud them for that. If I saw someone making factual statements about him being a part of the show when it began failing? Fair enough. He was. If I saw comments theorizing WHY he left a show that I don’t agree with, but have no evidence to refute? I’d scroll past it, because what am I gonna say? “That's one of the reasons suggested by the evidence, but I don’t personally like it, so stop saying it”? That’s not really an argument worth having, is it?

So, as usual... I dunno. Show me where I’m unfairly “bashing” Jen and I’ll give you a cookie. Or whatever you want. I won’t hold my breath, though, because as usual - whenever people who think I “hate” Jen and “bash” her are actually tasked with PROVING it, they never can. Because it’s not true.

Although, admittedly, that might change soon. I’m reserving judgement, as ALL should, until I hear her actual words for myself.

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[doodlelolly0910]

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[princesswan]

color palette meme @doodlelolly requested: soft dusk + captain swan 

[gingerchangeling]

Lost, But Not Forever

So I' jumping on the bandwagon with this one. Inspired by two posts on Tumblr -Envy by @doodlelolly and Shedenfruede by @profdanglaisstuff

DEAR READER--- I DO NOT LIKE NEAL. I DO NOT LIKE HIS CHARACTER, HIS ARCH, OR HIS CHOICES. PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FIC ABSOLUTELY EXPRESSES THAT

Pan pays the Neverland crew a visit that has Emma in a panic. And when Neal comes across her trying to deal with her frustration and fear, he did not expect to witness how even lost ones can find each other.

Lost, But Not Forever (M)- Ao3 and FF

Neal shoved another branch out of his way, not able to stand sitting by the fire any longer. Pan’s unexpected visit had tensions running high.

The prince and princess, who he still couldn’t believe were Emma’s actual parents, had insisted that they make camp. The princess was furious for some reason, which Neal assumed had something to do with the secrets they’d shared to rescue him. He was still mulling over Emma’s secret, looking at her words from every angle. While they had set up the camp, he’d decided that she had said what she did so that he would understand how to be better for her when they returned to Storybrooke. How to make sure that they could stay a family, just him, Emma, and Henry.

He was also still brooding over what Hook had told him. The thought of that lecherous villain touching what was clearly still his made him sick to his stomach. He was willing to forgive Emma her indiscretion, because she was grieving him and was probably just desperate to find the closest warm body that wasn’t related to her to take comfort in. But how dare Hook take advantage of her emotional state to seduce her.

Emma seemed to be more withdrawn as well. It was probably because she felt shy around him, just like all those years ago.

He had been about to go over to her, to tell her that there was no reason for her to be so withdrawn, when they had heard Pan’s voice call out, “Wasting even more time, Savior?”

They had all jumped at his voice, each drawing their weapons. Except for Hook, who just stood there. Neal had a suspicion that he had a deal with Pan. It would be just his style.

“What are you talking about, you brat?” she spat out at him.

A mocking smile turned Pan’s lips, “Oh defensive are we? Is that perhaps, because you know, deep down, that your little adventure to save Baelfire is what is going to cost you Henry in the end? Because you know Emma, you could have found him by now. But you’ve wasted your time chasing your past, and now you have no future and Henry is happily a Lost Boy.”

“YOU’RE LYING!”

“Am I Emma? Are you sure?”

And then a fireball flew from behind them, directed at Pan, but he just vanished with a laugh before the shot got even close. And then he felt something throw him against a tree, pushing on his windpipe.

“Regina!” he heard the princess call out, but the woman ignored her. The bitch got up in his face.

“If Henry truly is lost because of you, son of the Dark one or no, I will ensure that David will not be the only person never leaving this island.” Then she released him, and caught by surprise, he crumpled to the ground.

Emma had stalked off not long after Pan left, saying something about having seen a large pond. He’d watch Hook watch her go, an unreadable expression on his face. It was probably lust. He’d managed to last another ten minutes before he got irritated by the constant glowering of the Evil Queen, and the slightly accusatory glances he was receiving from the prince and princess.

But the last straw was the expression on Hook’s face.

It almost looked like regret, or something close to pity. After seeing that, he couldn’t take it anymore, and marched off into the woods in the same direction Emma had gone in. But somehow he’d gotten twisted around and he wasn’t sure where she was.

When the branch he’d shoved out of the way snapped back to smack him in the face, he was about to turn around and head back. That’s when he was able to hear a strange thumping sound, accompanied by grunting.

Curious, he headed toward the noise, and was brought up short when he was able to make out it’s source through the bracken.

Emma had his cutlass out and was viciously swinging at a dead tree trunk, each strike shaking her body with the force of the blow. She clearly needed to work out her frustrations, so his intrusion would probably be unwelcome. But he should watch her just in case something happened. And if he got to watch her boobs shake with each swing, well that was just a bonus.

He’d just settled in to the v of tree that afforded him a perfect view of the clearing, which, he was surprised to see, actually did have a large pond when he heard a twig snap near Emma. She froze up as heavy footfalls approached, before Hook stepped into the clearing.

Neal couldn’t help but scoff. If Hook knew Emma at all, like he claimed to, he’d know that Emma didn’t want or need people. He couldn’t help the smug grin that slid across his face as he settled in to watch the show.

True to form, and making Neal’s amusement grow, Emma immediately snapped at him.

“What the hell do you want?”

Hook was quiet for a moment, and Neal rejoiced. He didn't know how to handle Emma at her worst. He knew Hook couldn’t comprehend that a woman wouldn’t want him.

“Your form is terrible, Swan.”

Neal blinked in shock as Emma stiffened. How dare he. Emma was new to sword wielding. Of course her form would be terrible. And she had him to protect her.

“What did you just say?”

Neal had to stuff his knuckle into his mouth to stifle his chuckle. This was gonna be so good.

But Hook didn’t seem deterred by her tone at all. In fact, he swaggered a few steps forward, a slight sneer on his face. “I said, your form is terrible, Swan.”

Neal watched as Hook gave her a once-over, clearly missing the stillness of her form and the tightness of the grip on her sword. Emma was about to go off. It was always one of the things he had never liked about her. SHe was always so defensive. So quick to fight. But now it seemed that her annoying expression of her insecurity would play out in his favor.

There was a moment of absolute stillness, and Neal could tell she was trying to get a grip on her emotions. But the Hook had to open his goddamn mouth again.

“I’m more than happy, “ he crooned, there was no other word for it, as he drew his own sword, “to show you just how to play with a sword, love. Shall I show you how to hold it?”

There was no further warning, and even Neal was surprised by how quickly she moved, launching herself at Hook. He seemed shocked by her ferocious attacks, giving ground as he struggled to block her angry strikes.

As she chased after him in his retreat, Neal couldn’t help but laugh. For all his boasting, it was clear that Hook had lost a step or two. The fact that Emma could have him on the defensive was warming him from the inside out. The man was clearly not as good as he thought he was.

The fight continued for minutes.

It was actually so slow going, just Emma screaming and slashing as Hook deflected and parried her strikes, that Neal was actually starting to get bored. He should just go down there and tell Hook t fuck off, because, if the sword was any indication, she obviously didn’t want him around.

But that’s when he unwillingly noticed something. Emma’s swings were getting slower and weaker, while Hook’s seemed neither weaker nor showing any signs of slowing down. But he made no offensive move.

And Neal suddenly had to review the whole fight, and he realized that Hook hadn’t made an offensive move at all .

His attention was recalled to the fight when her heard a loud clang. Emma’s sword had been knocked out of her weakening hands by one of Hook’s parries. She was defenseless against that man. He was about to jump down when he watched her just charge at him, fists flying.

He expected her to end up with the sword at her throat and some disgusting innuendo falling from Hook’s lips as he rubbed in his victory.

He was brought up short when Hook dropped his sword and defended himself from Emma’s wild swings with just his arm. He could hear Emma gasping for breath as she chased her quarry, but her swings were half-hearted at best. Then she tripped, staggering forward. Straight into Hook’s waiting arms.

He caught her and wrapped his arm around her as she struggled against his grasp. HOW DARE HE? He slid to the ground, rushing as quietly as he could right to the edge of the clearing, intent on coming to Emma’s rescue.

But he was brought up short once more when he was able to see them through the foliage again. Emma wasn’t struggling against his grasp now, instead weakly pounding her fists against his chest.

“This is all your fault. Your fault. Why couldn’t you have just lied? Why did you have to-” her breath caught on a sob. “And now Henry-” she broke off into more sobs.

Neal was shocked. He had never seen Emma cry like this. She had always said that crying was a weakness people could use against you. He remembered being so relieved that she wouldn’t blubber and wail like other girls, manipulating with tears and sobs.

“Henry…” she whimpered, and then her whole body went limp as she stopped hitting Hook’s chest on favor of gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, burying her face against him. Hook in turn wrapped his arm around her more tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of her heard, in what almost looked like...a…. lover’s embrace

Neal felt his gut twist in disgust. How could she stand clinging to that …. pirate?

But he was even more alarmed when he heard Hook.

“That’s it, love. Just let it out. It’s alright. I’ve got you. Just let it out.”

Neal could not believe his ears. Hook actually wanted her to cry? What sort of fucked up scheme was he playing at?

“Just like that, Swan. Just let it all go, you’re safe here. Just let it out. Don’t let Pan get to you darling. You still have time. Henry isn’t lost to you yet love.” Hook’s voice was soft and intimate. Neal felt bile in his throat. Not only was he taking advantage of her emotionally distraught state, but he was lying to her too?

He was gratified when Emma caught him in his lie, pulling away from his body. Although Hook’s arms slid off her easily, Neal saw that he kept his hand on her. Hook would never let her get away that easily.

“But Pan said he was already a Lost Boy! He thinks I abandoned him! He said it was too late! He said I’ve lost him for-” her voice caught.

Neal was glad she was calling him out. Now she’d see that Hook was nothing more than a master manipulator looking to exploit anything for his own benefit.

“Nothing is lost forever if someone is still looking for it.” Neal blinked in shock.

He always felt like he was flying when he manned the helm of the Jolly. The wind in his face and Killian’s steady presence at his back made him feel free and safe.

He’d been at it for hours, while Killian taught him how to watch the whole ship as much as the sea before the bow. How to monitor the lines and stays, how to make sure the foresail and mainsail were both full of the best of the wind. But as he stood there, he couldn’t help but grow a bit thoughtful.

“Killian?”

“Aye lad?” The warm hand on his shoulder was one of his favorite things about the man who’d rescued him. All his life, he’d been robbed of affection, but Killian seemed to have no qualms about sharing his emotions through touch as much as his face and his words.

“Do you think that we would have met it my father had never abandoned me?”

He didn’t look towards the man, but waited for his answer.

He heard Killian take a deep breath.

“I cannot speak on behalf of the fates Bae. But I would hope that perhaps we would have.”

He nodded, satisfied with the answer, before his thoughts took a darker route. Killian seemed t sense it, as he always did, because the hand on his shoulder turned into an arm draped across his back.

“Something the matter Bae?”

He shrugged, not really sure how to say what he was thinking. “It’s just…. I think he’d love sailing.” He felt something tighten at the back of his throat. “I wonder if there’s a way to get him back.”

He heard Killian sigh, “I don’t know, Bae. You said that your father lost himself to the Darkness, aye?” He nodded. “It’s hard to come back from being lost to darkness, no matter who you are.”

He sighed, feeling the usual feelings of hope, anger, and guilt churning in his gut. He turned to Killian, “But if something is lost, if can be found right?”

Killian looked down at him quietly, shadows of something he didn’t understand in the older man’s eyes. “Aye, I suppose that’s true.”

“So nothing is lost forever if there is still someone looking for it, then, right?”

Killian only offered him a half-hearted smile in answer.

Emma sniffled, bringing him from his memory and back to the present. She was looking up at Hook with such desperation. Neal barely managed to hold back a scoff. He was playing her like a fiddle.

“Do you really believe that?” the tiny voice that asked the question was one he’d never heard from Emma before.

He watched Hook bring his hand to brush her cheek, “Aye, love, I truly do.”

Neal knew that was the end. Even if he didn’t believe that she could always tell when someone was lying, he knew that she was pretty good regardless.

But his satisfaction was denied when instead of slapping Hook in the face like he deserved, she let out a sigh and sagged back into his arms. Hook again wrapped her in his arm and Neal noticed that he was squeezing the back of her neck. The Neal watched as Hook buried his nose in her hair and sniffed her like a fucking creeper.

He knew he must have crossed a line, because the next moment Hook stepped back from her.

“Now why don’t you wash the jungle from your limbs, love. Take some time to clear your head.” Neal could barely believe the audacity of the man.  Of course he’d suggest Emma go for a swim. The sick fuck was probably planning on hiding in the bushes to sneak a peek or steal her clothes or something.”I will head back to camp to leave you to your privacy. I can return in about an hour or so, if you think you’d like help getting back.”

With that, he turned and started back towards the edge of the glen. Neal rolled his eyes at the gallant gentleman act that Hook was so effectively putting on.

“Hook?” Emma’s quiet call stopped the man mid-stride as Neal narrowed his eyes. What more could she possibly need from the man.

Hook didn’t speak, and didn’t turn. Both men waited for what she had to say.

“Could you- I ne- I’d like if-........” she sucked in a shuddering breath, and her question came out even more quietly than her initial call. “Would you please stay with me?”

Neal actually felt slightly dizzy with his shock.

Hook didn’t turn, but Neal could hear him sigh faintly, “Emma…”

“Please?”

The plea was so broken, Neal was all but convinced that it had to be Pan. Pan had to be messing with Neal’s head, making Neal see Emma, his Emma, throw herself like a whore at the most vile man alive.

“If you’re sure love,” he said quietly. “I will stay for as long as you wish me to.” Neal tilted his head. There was something more to that sentence beyond just answering her request. But he wasn’t sure what it was.

But Hook didn’t move.

“Killian?”

Neal jumped and Hook actually shivered at the sound of his name.

“Swan,” Hooks voice was hoarse, strangled. “I am happy to stay but I’m only a man, love. It would probably be best if I stayed right here until you’ve finished your swim.”

Neal looked over at Emma, who was watching Hook’s back with a strange expression. Neal was glad. Now that Hook had pretty much admitted he wanted to take advantage of her, she’d surely send him away.

He was unprepared for the swell of fury when she spoke again.

“Stay...please.”

A sound between a groan and a whimper reached his ears, and Neal looked around for the source of the noise before he realized that it was Hook that had made the noise. But the man turned. Neal knew it. All his empty words were just token protests. Of course Hook would immediately leap at any opening.

As Hook walked back towards her, Neal watched as Emma studied the man. When Hook was only a few feet away from her, she slowly reached down to the hem of her shirt, her eyes stilled locked on Hook. And pulled her tank-top over her head.

Neal couldn’t help but stare. She’d changed so much in the decade since he’d last seen her figure. He could see the weight she kept after she had Henry, her boobs were fuller in her simple sports bra, and her curves were in much better places than they’d been last time.

He was jarred from his review of Emma’s body when she reached forward towards Hook. Who had not moved a single muscle.

She slid her hands over his shoulders, under the lapels of the leather great coat. Neal saw another full body shiver pass through Hook’s form as Emma pushed his duster off.

It took the thump of the leather landing to jar some sort of response from him.

“Swan?” Hook’s voice carried all the same qualities as a kid seeing his crush alone for the first time. Neal smirked. Hook was out of his depth.

“It’ll be hard for you to swim wearing all this leather,” she said quietly. Then she slid her hands back down his chest to the first buckle on Hook’s vest.

But Hook stopped her hands with his own.

“Swan.” He waited until Emma met his eyes. “Is this what you really want? I need you to tell me exactly what you want.” Emma looked down again, studying the hand that had trapped hers and not answering him. Neal’s anger only grew. Hook was backing her into a corner. Of course she would give the answer he wanted.

“Emma?”

Neal watched as Emma’s shocked eyes met Hook’s again. Then she sucked in a breath. “I just…. I don’t want to be alone.”

Hook studied Emma’s face for a moment longer, before he carefully moved his hand, freeing hers as he reached up to gently tuck a lock of loose hair behind her ear. Emma leaned into his touch for a moment before she refocused on undoing the clasps of his vest.

Neal no longer knew what to do. He could not believe what he was watching play out. Emma, who hated anything that got within striking distance of her, helping Captain Hook, one of the most evil men in the whole of existence, take his clothes off.

Once the vest was loose, she slid her hands back up to push it off his shoulders. Once it slid down his arms, he spoke quietly.

“I can handle this bit, Swan. Go test the waters, aye?”

Emma stilled, looking him over. Neal was sure she would see the rejection for what it was.

Emma nodded. “Ok.” The she turned her back to Hook, bending to unzip her boots, pulling the shoe and sock off before putting her foot back to the earth. Hook didn’t move for a moment, before he grabbed the back of his collar, tugging his shirt off.

Neal felt revolted at the disgusting mass of flesh that Hook claimed was his body. A myriad of scars and burns marred his skin and all that was crisscrossed by the straps of his brace. The clear marks of his deformity .

Emma straightened from taking off her boots and a moment later, her jeans slid over her delectable ass, revealing the simple black cotton underwear she was wearing. It looked like she had let herself go a little. There wasn’t the definitive line underneath her ass cheeks anymore, and the gap between her thighs was non-existent. But Neal felt himself starting to get hard, regardless.

He noticed that Hook had been in the process of unlacing his own pants, and when Emma had bent over, his whole body had frozen as he watched her. Disgusting prick, leering at her like that. When Emma reached behind her to unclasp her bra, Neal watched as Hook frantically resumed the removal of his pants.

Emma dropped her bra as Hook dropped his trousers. And the shameless bastard wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Neal pretended that he didn’t do a double take at the now revealed portion of Hook that he’d never wanted to see, ever. It was already half hard. What sort of sick thoughts were running through that fucker’s head?

Emma paused for just a moment, inhaling a shaky breath. Neal knew she would back out. She’d always been hesitant with him, too. Hook cast her a glance as his fingers hovered over some straps on his brace. As Emma started to slid her underwear down her legs, he seemed to come to an abrupt decision, and quickly yanked a couple of different straps before his brace slid completely off.

Neal gagged. He was bearing that grotesque thing  to Emma? As she finished pulling off her underwear, leaving her whole back side bare, Neal knew what was going to happen. Hook would swagger up to her, rub that disgusting chest hair over her, touch her with that thing, and run his hand over what was his.

He was the one who had first touched her in all those those places. His was the first naked body she had taken pleasure in. He was the one who had taught her what pleasure was supposed to feel like. It had been his child that she had carried.

But Hook didn’t even move to approach her. Instead, he cast a glance at her bare back before hurrying to the water and diving in. At the sound of splashing water, Emma whipped around, revealing a portion of her front to Neal’s gaze. Her tits hung much lower than they used to, no longer pert with youth. But they looked full and heavy, and he imagined what it would feel like when he finally got to touch them again.

She paused for a moment, watching as Hook’s head emerged from the water, standing shamelessly in the twilight. That was new. She had always been shy about her body. Hook pushed the hair back from his face, looked at her like the starving dog he was for a long moment before he darted his eyes away. Neal smirked again. See, Hook knew that he shouldn’t be looking at, much less touching, things that weren’t his.

Then she silently waded into the water towards Hook, who’s eyes had been drawn back to her form again. Neal was a bit puzzled as Emma got closer to Hook, because she was still only thigh deep in the water. By the time she was next to him, the water only came up to just below her belly, but Hooks whole body was hidden beneath the surface.

She looked down at him for a moment, before a faint smile crossed her face. It wasn’t a smile of pleasure, but one of sadness. Then she sank down into the water as well. There must have been a drop off into much deeper water or something.

Emma moved passed Hook, deeper into the pool, and Hook turned as his eyes followed her. Neal had to admit, she looked good, all wet and glistening in the moonlight.

“Would you…” despite her shamelessness before she’d gotten into the water, her voice was once again timid and small. “Would you help me wash my hair?”

Hook didn’t answer, but instead closed the distance between them. Emma turned as he reached her, and Neal watched as Killian’s hand skimmed above her bare shoulder, barely above her skin.

Of course Hook would take advantage of her innocuous request.

Emma dipped into the water, submerging her head, before rising again. Then she tilted her head back until her tits stuck above the surface of the water, letting her hair fan out around her. Hook slid a little closer before he gently began running his fingers down from her scalp out to the tips. Emma’s eyes were shut and Neal couldn’t fathom how she could find it in herself to trust a pirate while she was not just naked, but also in such a vulnerable position.

Hook’s hand slowed and Emma sat up, glancing over her shoulder for a moment before scooting back, so that her whole upper torso was pressed up against Hook. He heard Hook suck in a breath.

“What do you want Swan?”

His soft question seemed as if it was laced with despair, as if he was afraid to ask because the answer would hurt him.

But Emma gave him an equally soft answer, one that had Neal practically growling.

“I just want to forget. Please help me forget, just for a little while. Please.”

“Aye, Swan, alright.”

He started to slid his hand down her neck, and Neal tensed, afraid that Hook was gonna take her request literally, but he was brought up short by the sound of Emma’s quiet moan. He saw now that Hook was kneading the muscles at the base of her neck gentle, while her head lolled in the water.

It continued for a few more moments before Emma shifted again, hand reaching for something. Hook made a noise that Neal couldn’t even try to describe, before Emma shifted, her whole upper body leaning against Hook’s. Neal couldn’t figure out what had happened for a moment, before he saw. Emma had wrapped Hook’s deformed arm around her belly, holding the arm to her skin.

Hook let out a harsh breath, before he continued to slide his hands across Emma’s body. Neal couldn’t help his reactions to Emma’s soft sighs of relaxation and satisfaction. He was half hard when the sound changed abruptly from sighs to gasps.

He could see Hook’s hand slowly kneading Emma’s tit. Neal shook his head, even as he got harder. Didn’t Hook know? Emma liked it hard and fast. She hated that whole “savor the experience” thing.

“Gods love, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever beheld.”

Hook’s voice was almost…. reverent. But Neal knew he was completely insincere. He’d say anything to get what he wanted. And besides, Emma didn’t like talking during sex either.

Sure enough, he heard Emma give a quiet scoff. But her words were not the objection Neal was expecting.

“Right. Maybe before Henry. But I’m sure you’ve seen a few things a bit more beautiful than a scared orphan with stretch marks.”

Hook’s hand paused. “Emma,” he whispered, “you don’t see what I do. When we speak of the beauty of the night sky, do you admire it because of the great, flawless darkness of it? Not, you look up to the night sky with reverence because of the multitude of scars and marks that the life of the universe has left upon it. Your scars and marks are the stars that make the constellations that record the story of your life.”

Hook resumed his caressing. Neal could see his hand wandering farther down her body, unable to stop watching the scene. It was like watching a snake entrance a bird that it was preparing to devour.

“And besides love, beauty is more than skin deep,” Hook continued, whispering in her ear as she let out a particularly loud moan. Neal had an idea where Hook’s hand had ended up to elicit such a noise. Sure enough, Emma’s legs soon floated upward, and Hook’s arm was clearly between them.

“It’s your soul, Swan, that overwhelms me. Your strength,your compassion, your temper, your love. The depth at which you feel.”

Emma let out a particularly loud gasp, that morphed into a keen of pleasure, her hips starting to rock in the water. “You never put yourself above others, and you are always willing to give your extraordinary strength to those who ask for it. You are willing to shoulder so many responsibilities because you believe you must, without any proof of having such an obligation.”

Emma’s hand shot out of the water to grip at the back of Hook’s head while her other braced itself on Hook’s shortened arm, viciously rocking her hips. With how much she was moving, Neal was able to see Hook’s fingers pumping in and out of her. Neal felt his dick throb painfully as he remembered how tight and hot that cunt was. So tight, he’d always had a hard time pushing into her.

“But you don’t have to be strong forever, love. Sometimes you need to give in,” Hook whispered the words into her ear, drawing a long moan. “That’s it Swan, just like that. Give in, and let go.”

A continuous undulating moan was coming from Emma’s mouth. It was a sound he’d never heard from her, and he was certain she was absolutely hamming it up for Hook for some reason.

“I’ve got you. Just let go, Emma.”

At the sound of her name, her body convulsed in the water, her legs snapping shut around his hand. There was no way that she could have an orgasm that long or that strong at the hand of a pirate. She must be taking pity on him. Neal wondered what she was picturing to help her get through it. Probably remembering their times together.

Emma’s body slowly settled in the water, her whole form limp against him.

“That’s it Swan. Just relax and let it go. Just bask in it.”

Neal rolled his eyes. Of course Hook would be rubbing it in, even though that orgasm clearly had not been of his making. After a little while, Emma gave a satisfied sigh that had Neal’s dick throbbing painfully in is pants.

Emma started to sit forward, and Hook immediately began to pull back and Neal laughed quietly at Hook coming to the realization that she’d been faking it. But then Emma turned and grabbed Hook to stop him from retreating.

“Stay.”

“Swan, if I remain here any longer I might……” Hook faded off as Emma closed the distance.

“Stay,” she repeated, sliding her hands over Hook’s shoulders. Neal could only conclude that she was trying to out seduce the seducer. Beat him at his own game. That was the only reason she’d still be touching him.

Neal watched as one arm slid from Hook’s shoulder into the water, and a moment later she shifted. Emma let out a sigh, but it was Hook’s reaction that surprised him. The man let out an agonized groan as he clutched at Emma’s back, his face buried in her shoulder. Neal could even make out his trembling from where he was watching.

Emma’s hand returned to his shoulder, one hand gripping at Hook’s disgusting scars on his back and the other buried in the man’s filthy hair.

“Make me remember Killian.”

“Oh my gods…….” Hook’s voice was barely audible as he started to shift in the water. Emma waited a moment to catch his rhythm before she started raising and sinking in the water.

Neal had no idea what to do. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from Emma’s face, which he could see clearly over Hook’s head. Her face was tipped back, he mouth open loosely, and expression Neal had never seen before on her face.

Neal felt a sliver of …..worry. Because if he could see Emma’s face, it was clear that Hook couldn’t. So why would she be pretending to enjoy it if he couldn’t see her act? The doubt continued to grow as her face continued to change growing tight as her moans grew more and more frequent.

Hook had been silent up to that point, but when Emma whispered, “Oh god yes,” that he started talking.

“Fuck Swan, you are so perfect, the way you feel around me. Gods so wet, so tight. You like feeling my cock filling you up love, fucking you so hard on cock that you can’t even think. God I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first fucking laid eyes on you. Gods Swan it’s been fucking torture being with you here. All hot and sweaty, your beautiful tits in that tiny shirt just mocking me. And every time I see you fight, gods I just want to throw you against the nearest tree and fuck you senseless. So beautiful. So perfect. My warrior. My Swan.”

Emma cries were practically reaching into his body and shoving the blood down into his cock as Neal watched her finally throw back her head in an expression of such tortured ecstasy that Neal found himself right on the brink.

“My Swan. My Emma. My Swan.. My…. Emm...Emmm oh gods fuck Emma.” It was Hook’s tortured groan of absolute satisfaction that finally did it. Neal could practically feel Emma’s cunt around him as his balls drew up and he came in his pants.

Neal looked down at his crotch in absolute shock, before raising his eyes to see Emma and Hook holding each other as they both basked in the afterglow. Neal knew he had to wash his pants before he could go back to camp. But of course the only water readily available was occupied.

But then Hook brushed Emma’s hair back from her face.

“Come darling, you should return to camp. Your p- the prince and princess will be getting anxious.”

Emma sighed, but nodded, and together the two emerged from the water together, a softness between them that hadn’t been there before. Neal watched as Emma’s brow furrowed before she flicked her wrist. A light, warm breeze stirred. She was using magic.

When the both began redressing, Neal realized that she’d used it to dry them off. They didn’t speak, but when Hook went to put his brace on, trying to hide his doing so from Emma, she simply came up, and after a gentle caress, helped him finish the straps. The smile Hook gave her once the brace was back in place was one Neal had never seen before, shy and unsure.

As they finished and disappeared together into the forest, Neal stomped out to the pool, angrily pulling his clothes off to clean himself up.

He would save Emma, even if it meant saving her from herself. She couldn’t think clearly. But he’d keep her from using magic. And he’d make sure she stayed away from Hook. She’d soon see that he’d be in the right. Yeah, he’d free Emma from both Hook and her magic, and then he’d take her and Henry away from these people.

Oh god yes.

Her moan echoed in his head, and he felt his dick get hard again. He immediately reached down to relieve himself to the images of her in in the throws of ecstasy, trying to force the image of a dark head and scared back out and put her in his arms instead. Emma couldn’t really want anybody other than him. It had all been an act. Maybe she even knew he’d been watching her. Yeah, that’s what it had been. She was putting on a show for him

Make me remember….

Killian

[cssns]

IT’S HERE!!! Participating authors for the CaptainSwan Supernatural Summer!

Hello all! May I just say how EXCITED I am for this event? How I am ABSOLUTELY BESIDE MYSELF? As one of our artists said to me, we have some A+ talent writing for this event and I wholeheartedly agree! We have incredible artists participating as well, so I am just in an absolute tizzy!

If I was a spectator instead of a moderator for this event, I would be beside myself to know who all was participating and if my favorite authors were on the list. So I decided to do that for our reading fandom. So without further ado, here we go!

Our first wave of fics will begin dropping on May 25 and will continue through June 29. Our authors are @kymbersmith-90 @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @searchingwardrobes @emmaswanchoosesyou @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @shireness-says @the-corsair-and-her-quill @thatmrgold @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @everlastingcaptainswan @resident-of-storybrooke @donteattheappleshook @artistic-writer @winterbythesea and @ashar663

Our second wave is the month of July. Our authors are @awkwardnessandbaseball @sherlockianwhovian @branlovesouat @natascha-remi-ronin @distant-rose @pirateherokillian @flipperbrain @snidgetsafan @thejollyroger-writer @seriouslyhooked @doodlelolly @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @courtorderedcake @delightfully-difficult-pirate @nerdyhuntress @rouhn @drowned-dreamer @stubble-sandwich @its-imperator-furiosa @technicallysizzlingcloud and @spartanguard

Our third wave begins August 1 and runs through Sept. 3. Our authors are @captainstudmuffin @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist @wordsmith-storyweaver @snowbellewells @initiala @ilovemesomekillianjones @sherlockianwhovian @jarienn972 @coaldustcanary @gingerchangeling @blessed-but-distressed @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @mahstatins @jennifer-morrison @polarbearmorgan @teamhook @totheendoftheworldortime @stubble-sandwich @winterbaby89 and @lenfaz

So lets get EXCITED people!!!!! 

Spread the word!!!! This is going to be sooooo incredible!!!! Get to know me interviews will start posting in March, so be sure you’re following the blog and enable notifications!

[artistic-writer]

Fuck 😄😄

Again, what kind of person do you think I am, missus?!  I’ll have you know that in FOH, the word Fuck only appears twice, and NEITHER are in a sex scene!

‘“Oh grow up,” Emma coughed out, covering her mouth with a flat palm. “Your sister is a grown ass woman who can fuck whoever she pleases.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he cringed, poking his fingers into his ears and pinching his eyes closed like they used to when they were kids.’ - Fragments of Home

‘“There’s a line,” Killian stuttered, willing his body to move from hers but unable to do so.“Fuck the line,” Emma laughed, her hand finding the straining chords of his neck.  She traced a finger along the length of it, gleefully watching the pain on his face as she felt him harden in his pants.  She felt him grip her thigh, fingertips diggings into her flesh as she pressed her body to his, his breath catching in his throat at the warmth of her body against his.  Her lips were barely a hair's breadth from his, a coy smile tugging at her lips as she traced the apple of his cheek with her fingertip. “Or you could just fuck me?”’ - Untitled Angsty AU

‘Before the door even closed behind her, Killian was stalking away from her, putting as much distance between them as he could.  It was only the first day of his rut so there was minimal control left over his urges, but he had to try to resist them.  Emma was clearly here for a reason but as much as his head was telling him to take her, fuck her, breed her, claim her, his heart won out as soon as he saw she had been hit.

“What happened?” He said finally, putting the couch between them and neglecting to look at her, brushing his finger across his own cheek to indicate the reason for his question.  

“Graham,” Emma whimpered, her body flushing with heat once more.’ - Untitled Omegaverse Fic

[killian-whump]

@doodlelolly That other post is getting way too long, so let’s at least fight like civilized people with “Read More” cuts, yes?

I’ve quoted the portions of your post as I respond to them, since the initial post isn’t here. Also, for those who wish to see what has occurred before (and to prove I am not trying to “hide” anything in there and truly am just trying to save my followers’ dashboards) the post is here.

Ok. So here’s what I’m getting from your repeated condescending tone and aggressive responses. You believe you’re in the right and nothing is gonna change your mind. It kind of seems to be a trend that I’ve ignored until now because, as you mentioned before, it’s only a small percentage of your actual content. But we’re this far in already so I’ll continue to throw my 2 cents in cuz, hey, why not.

Of course I think I’m right, as do you. That’s literally the foundation of every single argument in the world. BOTH sides believe they’re right, otherwise they wouldn’t be arguing. So please don’t point a “You think you’re right!” finger at me as if you’re making a profound point about my character. It takes two to tango, and YOU are the one who asked me to dance tonight.

So let’s break down the responses you gave as mentioned above. To the first anti Jen sentiments, you expressed outrage and disapproval immediately, and then when someone disagreed, as in the case with Jen’s two defenders, you tried to maintain that air of neutrality. What does that say to your followers?

It says exactly what my words stated. My initial reaction is to think what Jen said is rude to the cast, crew and writers of the show, but I am withholding official judgement until I see a video for myself. That is what I said, in full, in my initial response - and what I continued to state, in part, in my further comments on posts I made explicitly to amplify the comments made in Jen’s defense. Had my response to those comments been the impetus for posting them, I could’ve put them in the replies portion of the post. I POSTED them, with a simple response of my stance on the subject, to GIVE VOICE to the positive interpretations of Jen’s words.

Honestly, I’m curious what you would’ve preferred me do, instead of what I did. Should I have ignored the positive comments entirely, as I ignored the negative ones? Should I have made sure my response to all three comments were identical by adding the part about thinking the comment (as reported) was rude? Either of those options seem like they would’ve legitimately given the impression that I was being “anti jen” - and, frankly, the options of me either not sharing my opinions at all or lying and saying I was convinced by the defense when I hadn’t yet seen the video I’m waiting on aren’t things I am willing to do.

And I never once said that your anti Jen tag inconvenienced me, not did I allude to it. I simply pointed out that if you use that tag, you’re probably going to find something anti Jen. I’m not asking you to change it. I wouldn’t expect you to. I think it’s absolutely appropriate.

You stated that by USING the tag, I knew there was “anti jen” sentiments within the post. I explained that I use the tag, even for mild criticism or what might be construed as criticism, out of respect for a follower who ASKED me to do so. Polite, civil, valid, and/or respectful criticism is not “anti” anything, though I have a strong suspicion you probably think it is - and perhaps that’s where our problem lies in communicating with each other. We seem to have wildly different ideas of what constitutes “bashing” someone.

And for you to be so ready to discuss the so called “ammo” for season 7 antis and shut down the asks about whether or not this is the right place for one if your followers is another huge red flag that you are playing favorites. Why is an ask that someone flat out calls Jen out in “well thought out” and someone looking for information on the content of your blog (with a compliment to you, no less!) “dropping bullshit”? That seems very biased to me.

It IS biased. I answer almost all of my asks, and I will answer one asking my opinion on something one of Colin’s former co-stars said about the project they worked on with Colin MUCH differently than I will answer an Ask that perfectly fits an established pattern of trolling asks I receive whenever a specific catalyst occurs - and said catalyst has just occurred.

I’m sorry that you’ve gotten hate for your opinions in the past, but neither of the anon responses to this subject, to me, appeared hateful. The first anon was expressing their opinion (which I didn’t agree with either, for the record) and the second was concerned on whether or not they should remain a follower. I don’t know this person, and neither do you, so your assumptions that they are not a follower and trying to stir the pot are only assumptions, just as mine are that their intentions are genuine.

However, MY assumptions are based on a pattern of events that have continually and predictably occurred for MONTHS now. Jen gets mentioned on the blog, or some non-CS ship gets attention, or I make a critical comment about Jen/Emma/CS... and I receive two rapid-fire Asks in my box: the first one a pro-Jen/CS/Emma rant about whatever topic set them off, and the second some “I’m a long time follower, but this concerns me!” nonsense. Sometimes (as tonight), there is a third one that goes on with the pro-Jen sentiments and adds some anti-Colin ones for good measure. I didn’t post that one, but it DID arrive - as expected.

Also, it bears mentioning that an Ask doesn’t have to be “mean” to be trolling. Some of the asks this individual sends ARE mean, yes, but it’s the repetition, insincerity, and lack of relevance to my blog’s subject that offends.

YOUR assumptions are based off of seeing two random asks on my blog and coming to your own conclusions about them based on the Asks themselves. I’m sorry, but in this case... this isn’t just a difference of opinion here. Your assumption is being made without the full picture, and I understand that, but I am GIVING you the information that led me to make the assumption I made - and as I said before, I am standing by it unless someone wants to admit they SENT that Ask and I made a mistake in interpreting its source/purpose.

And I’m sorry you misinterpreted the way I worded my hypothetical. Allow me to rephrase. Simply take all of the instances where Jen’s name is mentioned and replace them with Colin’s. Would your response be different? I expect st least your initial one would be. You would be much more likely to take an immediately neutral stance instead of rushing out the gate with a negative comment. So no, they weren’t completely different questions. Just replacing one actor’s name with another.

My apologies. It was my misunderstanding. Allow me to adjust my answer.

I am being 100% honest when I tell you my initial response of saying it’s RUDE and that I am withholding judgement until I see a video would be the same. Although, in the interest of full honesty, I probably might have expressed a disbelief that he ever WOULD say such a thing, as I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever heard the man utter anything (in seriousness) that is even in the same ballpark as that kind of comment. However, I know this from having followed his career, interviews and comments for some time. I do not follow Jen’s, and therefore have no reasonable expectation of what she would/wouldn’t say.

As for the rude comments from others... I would have ignored them, just as I did tonight - unless they got excessive. In which case, I would have pointed out to those making them that the OP is a Colin fan and could they please have their conversation elsewhere than on my post. As I said elsewhere, I do not “police” people’s opinions, unless they’re based on something proven to be false or seem grossly misguided in a way I feel I can help them with.

I tend to believe people who are eyewitnesses to the occurrence. Eyewitness testimony stands up in court so I mean, it’s a huge shove towards the truth in my opinion. But I intend to watch the video when it surfaces as well and I will continue to support your decision to do so.

The problem here is that someone directed me privately to the Twitter post from someone at the panel where they quoted Jen as saying she carried the show. You’re assuming that all we have here is heresay and the comments from two people who were there - but the initial “quote” that started all of this is FROM someone who was there. Hence, I am withholding my judgement until I see the video, myself, and know EXACTLY what was said and can determine from her face/tone how it was intended.

And you know the same could sentiment could be said for your accusations and assumptions of me. I disagreed with your post. Vehemently. And you have willfully misinterpreted most things I’ve said as evidenced by the clarifications, redirections, and explanations I’ve given above to support your argument as you see fit. It’s absurd and I don’t appreciate having my words twisted or ones I never said put in my mouth.

Ah, but I am the one being accused of “bashing” Jen and being hateful towards her. The onus is on YOU to PROVE these accusations, and you have not done that. I stated an initial, honest opinion - that I admit is critical of Jen, but not overly so - and then did my best to AMPLIFY the defense of her and IGNORE the harsher criticisms of her - and yet you STILL persist in insisting you’re right and that I somehow acted hatefully towards Jen tonight. I haven’t. I said her words were rude - and, if it turns out she didn’t say what she reportedly said, I will take that criticism back.

And you are correct, this time you aren’t bashing Jen, either directly or indirectly. You’re clearly coming for me directly and I don’t think anyone thinks otherwise. I’m totally fine with that, bee tee dubs. But I agree with the tag once again. Doubly so this time cuz, hey, my name is Jen too ;)

Need I remind you once again that it was YOU who began this fight and YOU who is making baseless accusations against me without any actual evidence of them? Tell me, what have I “come at you” for? What have I accused you of? I think you’ll find I’m merely defending myself here.

Honestly, seeing the things others ARE saying about Jen, both on Twitter AND Tumblr, over this supposed statement... I am truly confused how my simply saying such a comment is “rude” and the way I handled someone who I sincerely believe has been trolling me off and on for over a year warrants the sort of attention this is being given. I mean, there’s literally dozens of other people you could be “calling out” for bashing Jen right now who are actually bashing her quite horribly... Am I truly the hill you want to plant your Jen Defense Squad banner on? XD

[hollyethecurious]

Fanfic writers asks, all the 1's 😁

Thanks, doll!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

38 when I started writing. Posted my first fic at 39.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Nope. Once I have the idea in mind and have committed to it, that’s it. Any changes I make will usually be due to conversations I have with my beta/cheerleaders as I’m crafting it and still making plot decisions. 

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

There are too many. I am blessed to be good friends with so many authors I admire. Authors who tackle prompts and premises that go against the norm, authors who won’t shy away from ideas they love just because they might not be popular, authors with terrific wit and clever thinking, and authors who support and encourage those around them.  

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

So, since you did not send me a fic to rec, allow me to direct all my followers to your ao3 account. Check out Jen’s fics! She’s an incredible writer, who tells amazing stories! Go have a read people!!

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Nemo in What Lies Beneath the Mask.

[doodlelolly0910]

Delivery Boys for me... or Envy... or Omega verse... sorry, not sorry... 🤷🏻‍♀️

Delivery Boys - hmm. I guess the biggest secret about this one is that I've had a partially written sequel in my drafts for eons that I have no idea when I'll finish lol

Envy - the secret about this one is that your repeated flails over it make this one of my favorite things that I've ever written 💖💖

Omegaverse - the secret for these is that I was TERRIFIED of posting it because I didn't know how it would be received lol. Needless to say I was very pleasantly surprised 😊

Thank you my wonderful friend!

Tell me which of my fics you associate with me and I will tell you a secret about it

[kmomof4]

@doodlelolly for reasons...

I’ll just leave this here

[lifeinahole27]

Sooo I gotta ask lol what's SIGH. I GUESS about lol

Oh! That one was a pleasant surprise in that I’d already finished it! That’s the one singular non-OUAT fic I’ve ever posted to Tumblr which is for To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, titled at first as “SIGH. I GUESS.” because I couldn’t believe I was writing a Covinsky fic - that I was writing anything that didn’t involve OUAT at all, really.  That fic can be found Over Here, by the change anyone loved that movie as much as I did and wants to read it. But yes, I must have forgotten to transfer it into my completed folder, which I can do now! 

[cssns]

And now... Please welcome @doodlelolly to the CSSNS!!!

Hello everyone! Our latest author under the CSSNS author spotlight is @doodlelolly0910!!! Everyone go tell her hi!!

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

Since the very beginning

When did you start shipping CaptainSwan? 

Since the moment they panned up on Captain Hook on his ship lol

What drew you to this event?

I've never done an event before and I love all things supernatural, it seemed like a great fit. I had several supernatural based head cannons in the works already so it was a good push to get into one.

What inspired your topic? 

In my story, Emma is a medium. I actually have a sister-in-law who is clairvoyant (believe what you will, but it's true lol) and her kind of visions are what inspired this.

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

Here's a brief summary, I'm going to try to post little sneak peeks of the chapters as I write them on my blog as well.

Emma is a medium and visions of the ghosts of Milah and Liam lead her to Killian who is on a self-destructive path as an alcoholic and a con man.

Emma the medium and a savior too! I can’t wait to read this!!! Jen is a fabulous author and I am beside myself that she is participating in the event! You can find her other fics here. So everyone go say hi and welcome her to the CSSNS!!!!