#gorgeous cs fic art

[cssns]

Please welcome @motherkatereloyshipper to the CSSNS!

Your Tumblr and any other applicable names

Motherkat, ao3motherkat or motherkatereloyshipper

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

3/4 years now (time flies when you're surrounded by the best people)

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

Infamously, I needed a double-breasted waistcoat pattern to make a corset, accidentally stumbled upon the OUAT branded on for the red waistcoat of sex and had to find out who the gorgeous man on the cover was. I spent a very confused first season looking for 'the waistcoat hotty' and falling in love with Emma Swan, and then was smitten with Captain Swan from the minute she pulled him out of a pile of bodies

What drew you to this event?

@kmomof4 made me

What inspired your topic?

I'm and "artist" so the inspiration comes from the storiea

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

Only Krystal's are done and I don't want to spoiler but I can tell you that I made a long haired Killian I am very proud of.

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 manipulation and cover art, it's so weird to frame myself as an artist, I just make silly Internet pictures

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

Waiting to see what Krystal signs me up to next? Seriously though, hopefully making it so some writers can see that someone else sees what they wrote. I guess I should probably stop being a wimp and talk to my writers eh?

We can't wait to see all of @motherkatereloyshipper's artwork dropping on 7/3, 7/19, 7/27, 7/29, 8/18, and 8/22. Make sure to say hi to her on Tumblr and Discord.

[spartanguard]

Let's spread some love 😘. What are some of your top five favourite cs fics?

Thanks for the ask, nonnie! However, I have to admit—I couldn't limit myself to just 5 fics! There's WAY too many good ones in this fandom.

So here's a rundown of some of my all-time faves, though I'm positive I'm missing some. Here goes, in no particular order:

break me by @thisonesatellite. Just—the coolest supernatural story and I just LOVE how she wrote Killian in this, as angsty as it is.

Given the Choice by @iverna. There are lots of good 3B canon divergence stories out there and this is hands-down my favorite.

The Path that Moonbeams Make by @madlymel. This one goes all the way back to S2 and is a fair bit angsty and whumpy, but just SO gorgeous. (If you like it, there's some great art for it here by @cocohook38.)

Dark Horse by @initiala. Absolutely stunning modern AU that is also so charming (with the right amount of perfectly done angst).

Days of Future's Past by @optomisticgirl. B is a master world builder and it shows here, with this absolutely incredible time-travel story.

The Masks We Wear by @katie-dub. CS Superhero AU wherein they both have to keep their secret identity from each other. Delicious and SO well done.

Make You Feel Good by @phiralovesloki. I could put so many more of hers on here (as goes for just about every author on this list) but this one is just so FUN. (Rated very M and probably the best magical gender swapping fic out there.)

The Librarian by @mryddinwilt. One of my FAVORITE Cursed!Killian stories, partly because she changed him more than you typically see with that trope, and also because she gave him GLASSES.

Acquainted with the Night by @caprelloidea. Absolutely swoon-worthy Dark CS in a no-curse AU. I LOVE ME some good Dark CS and this is IT, y'all.

The Fluffy Problem by @ineffablecolors. This one also goes back to S2(ish) and is, quite literally, pure fluff. Also proof that CS will fall in love in any way, shape, or form.

Not One of Those Stories, also by @ineffablecolors (she has SO MANY GOOD STORIES btw). The gold—er, silver—standard when it comes to older!Killian stories. Perfectly slipped into a modern setting. I just re-read it again and, ugh— YES.

I could honestly go on and on with more fics (especially older ones!). But if you don't mind some digging, there's a lot of good stuff in my CS fic rec and CSFRM tags.(like, ANCIENT stuff, and there were a good two years of fics before I got active in the fandom.) There are so many gems out there—keep on digging!

[etirabys]

book review: she who became the sun

Woohoo, this stacked well with reading the "end of Ming, early Qing" stretch of The Search for Modern China. It's set in a similar time period, and Zhu, the "random peasant who turned out to have an amazing knack for leading a rebellion" protagonist, fits neatly into the historical period where many peasants or failed bureaucrats were discovering that this was their calling.

GOOD novel. Chewy. It's good. Had enough crazy brilliant protagonist energy to remind me of the Vorkosigan saga:

"That monk knows exactly what he wants. The night before the battle at Yao River, he asked me to make that gong for him. I made it, he used it, and he won,” Jiao said. “I’ve met his type before. They either go far or die early. And either way, they have a tendency to make collateral damage of normal people.” He raised his eyebrows at Yuchun. “Are you special, little brother? Because if you’re not, I’d watch out."

Will definitely be buying the sequel.

(At this point the review becomes spoilery.)

One of the most gorgeous blood feud I've ever seen! The players in the blood feud are:

- Ouyang, the sole survivor of the massacre of his Han family – begged for his life as a child, was spared but castrated, and has grown up into a fearsome Mongol general

- Chaghan, the high ranking Mongol military commander who did the massacreing

- Esen, Chaghan's son who conforms perfectly to Mongol masculine warrior ideals. Loves Ouyang as a best friend but fails to see, at all, how bitter Ouyang is with his life and how set he is on revenge.

- Wang, Chaghan's half-Han nephew whom he adopted as a son.

Each pair of the above either outright hates each other, OR is plotting the other's destruction despite great love, except Chaghan and Esen. It's fabulous! Ouyang is... oh, just read this short post about CS Lewis's definition of damnation. Ouyang is very damned.

Oh, Ouyang. Women are terrible! The politics.” He groaned. “Consider yourself lucky you’ll never have to suffer this kind of torment.” Esen never meant to hurt, and Ouyang had always taken care to pretend matter-of-fact acceptance about his exclusion from family life. Why should he blame Esen for not reading his mind to see the anger and pain there? But the truth was: he did blame Esen. Blamed him even more than he would a stranger, because it hurt more that someone so beloved should not see the truth of him. And he blamed and hated himself, for hiding that truth.

Ouyang's arc is a superbly executed tragedy. The climax, I think, physically winded me slightly.

And Wang –

This book is primarily about people-who-are-not-fully-men by the Mongol standards of manhood, and of the GNC characters, Wang was the one who struck me as queerest by nature/volition rather than circumstance. His gender is Accountant Who Loves The Arts, and his Manchu relatives HATE him for it. His gender noncompliance seems like "I'm doing this because I really want to and anything else is painful" rather than "I'm doing this because I was castrated" (Ouyang) or "I'm doing this because I was going to literally starve to death unless I latched on to the niche that was meant to be my dead brother's" (the protagonist).

Said GNC people sniff each other out quickly and feel Weird Magnetism. "Like calls to like" is an italicized refrain. In fact, Zhu's nonbinarydar is so advanced that she intuits Ouyang's emotional damage within minutes of meeting him, and feels a magnetic pull to him for the rest of the book. As a shipper, I'm a huge fan. (What I want: Ouyang/Zhu/Ma triad fic.) As a person who yearns for anyone to understand Ouyang, I'm a huge fan. But I'm an anti-fan of "these two people who are very different are of the Same Kind because they don't fit into mainstream culture". Such groupings are politically expedient but I feel allergic to seeing them painted as intrinsic similarities – to say, these two things are the same because they are not X, seems to ontologically center "X vs not X" when the political project should be to dissolve the salience of that division.

Through that strange quiver of connection to the Yuan’s eunuch general, she had seen beneath that carved-jade mask to his shame and self-hate and anger. He had a wound for a heart, and that made him a more dangerous opponent than anyone here realized.

I feel weird writing a paragraph about this, but the book is really explicit that these radically different GNC people are on the same wavelength and I'm like, NO, they're really not!... they could have grown into the weird intense soulmate enemy bond they immediately have in book 1, and that would have felt narratively rewarding to me – recognition through inquiry and (reluctant) empathy and reflection, not, Nonbinary Frog Pheromones

Finally: I loved Zhu's romance arc and childhood trauma and fucking everything. She's ten years old when her father is kicked to death by bandits for not offering them enough food (the whole region is some years into a famine), and by the time she's an adult this feels so faraway that... well, as an adult she sees a food seller at a market being extorted, and the scene goes like this:

“Hey, granny!” Well, less hope for some. Zhu, observing the unfolding human drama, felt a stirring of unease: the memory of something witnessed so long ago that it might as well have been in a past life.

Seriously, the kicked to death thing never comes up again, and the elision is vast and leaves a lot of room for echoes. Similarly – several minutes before being kicked to death, the desperate father, who devalues girl children in a culturally unexceptional way, offers ten year old Zhu as food for the bandits so they'll leave him and his son alone. (This whole scene is amazingly written, and does not get in the way of the inherent intensity and awfulness of this event.) Zhu does not process this onscreen At All. Once her entire family is dead she starts rolling on her journey to becoming a warlord like a polished marble. Said journey involves her taking her brother's place at a monastery and playing at being a not-girl so well that even the heavens won't notice that she's of the Grindable To Nothingness gender, all while having ZERO thoughts about the "eat my daughter and leave us alone" incident. Fucking fantastic.

Anyway, at the beginning of becoming a warlord, she meets Ma, a Girl Who Is Somehow Nice Despite The World Making This Very Hard:

in her face there was such a depth of raw and innocent emotion that Zhu’s eye was drawn as if to the scene of an accident

and

Zhu, watching Ma with an alien ache in her heart, saw the girl turn away at the critical moment [of someone she cares about being executed]. There was nobody to comfort her. She simply folded over onto herself in the middle of that empty bubble in the crowd, crying. Zhu felt a strong protective urge rise up in her at the sight. With alarm she realized it was a new desire, already rooted alongside that other desire that defined everything she was and did. It felt as dangerous as an arrowhead lodged in her body, as though at any moment it might work its way in deeper and cause some fatal injury.

and marries her. I love this, because I'm a huge sucker for "I am a very bad person and I love you and hope you will keep me in line" ships, and this is explicitly part of their deal!

However, after fights about less taboo atrocities, Ma comes back to Zhu after Zhu kills an eight year old Ma is attached to (for being a ?dalai lama? who is inconvenient to Zhu's goals), so it's a little unclear to me how much Ma is going to keep this function.

[sweetnnaivete]

HI CERIIII ok so i saw so much hp themed stuff on my trip and i cannot ignore my urge to get into the marauders fandom any longer..... ur my hp mutual so im sending this ask to see if u would be willing to lmk where i should start cs the fandom looks SO fun and the fanart is gorgeous 😚✨ (read the books and watched the movies so many times but i need new content to obsess over in the potterverse) thank u sm in advance ily!!!

genuinely idek how i got into the marauders fandom lmao i had a super big hp phase as a little kid so then i js got sucked in ?? i think mainly wolfstar made me get into it but yeah lowkey idk 🤷‍♀️ most ppl base their canon off of all the young dudes by mskingbean89 on ao3 but imo it was kind of boring so i never finished reading it :/ i might go back to it idk BUT i really like the wip fic ultraviolence by orbitfalls bc it goes into the black family lore and is so so unique !! idk if that's rly ur cup of tea tho so that's ok :) umm my fave marauders artist is likeafunerall (insta + twt same handle i think) UGH their art is sooo gorgeous !! anw yeah since most of the marauders fandom is js headcanoning i like to go into my moots' askboxes to get their takes on characters and it's so fun i love reading their essay-long analyses loll

ILY BBY HOPE THIS HELPS !!!!!

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: “The Simplest Touch”

Today’s selection is an older one shot I wrote during 3b, back when Emma was still fighting hard against that attraction and connection she definitely felt with her pirate, still not sure she wanted to make the strange little town of Storybrooke (and all that came with it) her permanent home. There all of these beautiful little quiet moments between CS in that stretch of the show, and particularly in 3x18 - that almost-touch of Killian’s hand at Emma’s back! - which really prompted this.  It’s pretty much canon compliant up to that point as well.

The reason I’ve truly chosen it for this Sunday’s Self-Promo though is that I shamelessly want to show all of you and sing the praises of the fic art to accompany it that was made for my this week by @searchingwardrobes​. <3  Thank you so much for this lovely story cover art Melanie! I’m so flattered at the thought and how wonderfully it fits the story I had in mind. 

Summary: In the moments between scenes in 3x18's "Bleeding Through" there is more brewing under the surface for Emma and her pirate than they yet know how to express...

Notes: This little one shot fits right into show canon during episode 3x18, and more than being divergent or AU, it’s missing moments in a way - or at least, it’s the thoughts and feelings behind some of the quieter, tiny moments we saw onscreen.  I was attempting some stylistic things in this, and to switch from Emma to Killian’s point of view at various moments in that episode. I still think the result turned out pretty well. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

"The Simplest Touch"

by: @snowbellewells​

He acts as though he is cursed.

Emma Swan doesn't understand what has changed in the pirate captain, but something is different. His eyes haven't twinkled mischievously at her these last few days, and she suddenly realizes how much she liked the playful attention, how it made her cheeks flush and her heart beat fast, even as she rolled her eyes and pushed him away. His innuendos are missing from their most recent interactions, and though Emma did nothing to encourage his outrageous attentions when he was lobbing them at her constantly, she feels strangely bereft now that they are gone. When he does toss her a line now, it feels empty without the lascivious heat and intent, and she comes close to begging Hook to tell her what is wrong, what has changed…why he no longer seems to want her.

Thinking back over the past week, Emma cannot come up with any new disagreements they have had, insults or slights directed at Hook. There is no way for her to question him the way she wants without revealing just how much she really cares, how much he does mean to her. Instead, she practices her magic, making sure she can protect him – and all of those she loves – prompts and playfully needles him while trying not to let his blackened mood and purposeful distance sting…and she hopefully watches and waits.

^^^00000000000000000000000000000000000^^^^

She touches his stump as if it is the most normal thing in the world.

It nearly steals his breath, heat rising unbidden within him at the sensation of her fingers lightly gripping the leather that covers his violently truncated wrist. So many years – literal ages – have passed since anyone made to hold what was once his left hand, and the sensation of warmth and comfort would risk bringing him to his knees if he were not already seated at Regina's table. Most avoid getting anywhere near his left arm, and especially the prosthetic hook and brace, but his Swan has surprised him once again and claimed even more of his affection.

Killian Jones, notorious pirate captain and erstwhile villain of the realms, is holding his breath at the mere pressure of a lost princess's fingers, but he cannot help the reaction. For one horrified second, he had wanted to shy away from her, pull his arm from her grasp for fear she would make contact with the amputated limb and show disgust, but he had held himself steady, and now he is praying that she doesn't let go. Emma prompts inexplicable reactions within him: thaws parts of him long frozen in hatred and anger and makes him want to feel. Her simplest touch can do things to him that the most powerful magician surely could not accomplish. This though, is new and even more intimate. Her gentle clasp around his brace, that he swears he can feel completely even through the heavy leather, shows no fear, no horror or repulsion, and speaks to him of nothing more than pure, blessed acceptance. His devotion to her swells even higher – when he could have sworn he would never be able to love her more than he already did.

Her fingers clasp just a bit tighter, holding on that tiniest bit more firmly, almost as though she wants to stroke his skin. Her eyes lift from where they have followed her fingers' movements to meet his gaze. She gives him a wavering half-smile, in spite of the chaos and dead witch summoning about to begin, nods to him slightly, and he simply knows. They are in this together now, and they will be from now on…

^^^^0000000000000000000000000000^^^^

He had nearly guided her down the stairs with a hand at the small of her back.

Emma sucks in a sharp breath at the tingling sensation he causes with his good hand wavering just shy of touching her until he snatches it away. Whatever has been troubling Hook is still present; he retreats just before making physical contact, and it has the effect of making Emma feel starved for his touch. She doesn't understand the reversal that seems to have taken place; her following him, being drawn to him, and Hook pulling away from her, but he seems to have decided he is some sort of poison – a threat – the way he so studiously avoids contact when always before he has been creeping into her personal space.

They are preparing to leave Regina's after the failed séance, to make another patrol seeking signs of the Wicked Witch. She wants to pull him after her, drag him off into the woods where they can find some true privacy, not be overheard, and she can demand that he explain what is troubling him. The near-touch was tantalizing enough in its assumed closeness and almost possessive nature. The pirate captain, for all his dangerous rebel tendencies, is an old-fashioned gentleman when all is said and done. The chivalry in his nature still sometimes steals the breath of a formerly unwanted, ignored, orphan Lost Girl. Moments like this one, where they are about to go out seeking danger again, show her anew that he is right here at her back, intending to guard it with all that he has.

She brushes her hair back impatiently from her face, stealing a quick glance over her shoulder at Hook before turning again to precede him down the steps. There are too many words she wants to say to him for the company they have and the task they are attempting, but she wants him to know that she is onto him, she sees what he is doing, and she wants to help. He wouldn't allow her to be alone in a world of lies, and so now she won't let him drown in whatever lie he is determinedly keeping.

Her skin burns with longing for the touch he almost gave unthinkingly, and then robbed them both of. She is not accustomed to letting someone else take care of her; it is a concession, a weakness that has always made her distinctly uncomfortable. Wanting to allow him so much of her now is both frightening and a long-awaited relief. They will fix whatever has been marred – she will not leave him alone until he tells her his secret – so that she has the chance to experience how good letting him in could be.

^^^^0000000000000000000000000^^^

Killian knows that he has been cursed.

If he had thought there was any loophole, any way to lessen the pain for what has been lost, he sees now that those were vain hopes.

He watches Emma darkly as he broods in his seat at one of the booths in Granny's Diner. She seems so light, so happy, since she has just made a mug of cocoa with cinnamon appear before her at the counter, and he wants to smile, to chuckle along with her, and celebrate her unparalleled brilliance when she magically makes it disappear and reappear in front of him. He does not wish to darken her mood or spoil her moment, but he cannot bring much joy to the surface either.

Cringing at himself, Killian wants to stab his hook into his own chest when he snaps at her for playfully stealing the weapon with her powers. The mischievous light in her eyes flickers fitfully, and she stops teasing him, lowering into the other bench at his claimed table. She starts to reach out, to take his hand, and he wants so badly to meet her halfway, to pull her close, to rain kisses all over her face and tell her everything. Knowing that he can do neither seems almost too cruel to bear, but he cannot give in. The risk is too great; he will not have anyone else he loves hurt because he fails them.

Something in Emma's expression makes him think she knows, or has guessed, more than he realized, and he lets himself dare to hope that she understands his fear. She cocks her head, raising an eyebrow at him curiously and blowing out a tense breath. Finally, she comes out and asks him beseechingly what is wrong. He leans forward, literally biting his tongue so as not to let it all pour from him in a rush.

Then Belle is there interrupting breathlessly, and Emma snaps back to attention, a true leader through and through. He cannot help watching her in awe, drawn to stay near her; despite the pain it causes, he cannot separate from her. He watches her make up her mind and stand from the table. Following her, he cannot help believing in this tough, street smart princess, and hoping that there may still be a cure for Killian Jones – a chance for redemption at the touch of Emma Swan.

[snowbellewells]

@jrob64 Though I flailed a lot when I read over as a beta, that doesn’t make this fic any less sweet or as perfectly satisfying reading through it now that it is completed!! You did such a lovely job bringing the characters and this new curse of a different sort to life.

I adored the start in the library (and the appreciation for those who still enjoy turning the pages of real, physical books! 😉) and how along the way we see Emma encountering different ones of those she has come to know and live in Storybrooke appearing to her in different ways on the non-magical world, trying to help her remember and return to where she belongs. You capture her yearning and loneliness so well that it actually makes you ache for her. I particularly loved MM in the dress cleaners, and Marco in the shop with the tiara- beautifully done.

And then there’s Killian — so desperate to get back to her, to find her, and yet the one who couldn’t get out of the book at all. Yet, somehow, it is his picture that draws her, memories of him that leave her longing to get inside the story she is reading, those memories that bolster and call to her. It’s GORGEOUS!!! 💖💖💖

“Disappointed, she stopped humming and drew back her hand. Immediately, the dancing couple ceased moving and the solidness of the page was once again restored. She sighed deeply and murmured, “So close, Killian Jones. Someday I’ll make it to you,” then trudged back down the hallway to take off the dress.”

You just wrote such a captivating adventure and longing love story and reunion for them!!! Amazing, and so glad you shared it with all of us!!

Where Her Heart Belongs (my CSSNS story)

This is my first contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event, and it wouldn’t be possible without many people. 

First of all, thank you to the CSSNS 2022 mods for having this event.

I am beyond excited to be paired with @winterbythesea​​, who created not one, but FOUR absolutely gorgeous pieces of art for this story! Her banner is at the top, and the other three pieces are scattered throughout the story. I only hope it is worthy of her beautiful work!

Thank you to @hookedmom​​, who read over the story at least a dozen times to help me plot and make it as error free and enjoyable to read as possible. Thanks also to @winterbythesea​ and @snowbellewells​, who read over it to give me suggestions and feedback. It has definitely come a long way since the first draft!

Story summary: In the Land Without Magic, Emma Swan is quietly living her solitary life. When she finds a unique storybook in the library, strange things begin to happen. A canon divergent story which started out based on the movie “Somewhere in Time”, but evolved into something else entirely.  

Rating: T

Words: 9191

Also found on ffn and Ao3

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Emma Swan pushed through the doors of the Columbus Public Library and inhaled the familiar scent of paper and ink. She knew many people relied on various forms of technology to do their research and reading these days, but in her opinion, nothing was better than the feeling of having an actual book in her hands.

“Good morning!” greeted the man at the circulation desk.

“Good morning,” Emma returned, looking at him curiously as she placed the books she had finished reading in the return slot. In all the times she had come to the library, she’d never seen this man working before - he must be new.

“Looking for anything in particular today?”

“Umm…I’m not sure. I guess I’ll just follow wherever my mood takes me.”

“You should check out our new fairytales section on the second floor,” the man said, gesturing toward the staircase to his left.

“Oh, uh, thanks. I might check it out a little later,” Emma replied.

“Be sure you do. I think you’ll find something there that will spark your interest.” He threw her a warm, dimpled smile, before resuming his typing. Emma’s curiosity about the man was piqued even more when she noticed that instead of using a computer, he was using an old-fashioned, manual typewriter.

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[dreamzluvrr]

some of my fav mcyt things!! (none are mine!!)

quackity

being quackitys little sister

dating quackity

cooking w quackity

accidentally revealing he has a s/o

you draw alex

quackity fluff

shopping with quackity!

not so subtle

playing outlast with quackity

yandere quackity and karl

with a popular streamer s/o

when they have a crush on u

they get sent an edit of u sent

reader that’s shorter than him

picnic date (multiple people)

with an s/o that’s the same height as him

being quackitys roommate

kissing his cheek on stream

s/o that’s never been on a recliner chair

quackity with a kid

playing w his hair

casino quackity (dream smp)

proposing to their s/o (multiple people)

quackitys twin is invited to his stream

c!quackity with gambling c!reader

you cut your hair pog??

late nite drives

cosplay

having an s/o ig?

sitting on their lap while they stream (multiple people)

tiger takes a liking to you

being a viewer from the very beginning

sapnap

cuddling with sapnap

sapnap with a kid

grocery shoppingggg

not so subtle

when they have a crush on u (i think he’s in here?? i kinda forgot sorry)

arguments (oop what happened there shawty 😟)

popular s/o

falling asleep on him

thighssss

sapasourous rex as a boyfriend 😍

tubbo

being in a relationship w tubbo (no sexulization!!)

bbh

bbh having a crush on you!

tiktok prank

dating a faceless streamer (multiple people)

WE. NEED. MORE. BBH. FICS

georgenotfound

clingy

dating a faceless streamer (multiple people)

all you want to do is admire your gorgeous boyfriend

not so subtle

your guys special song

watching a scary movie with an s/o who doesn’t get scared easily

they share something with you

being in a relationship with him

they get sent an edit of you

just cute george x reader fluff

introducing yalls baby to the fanz

karl

with an s/o who art streams

when they have a crush on u

tiktok prank

not so subtle

your guys special song

forgot the tittle but it’s some kind of tired karl thing??

watching a movie w karl

they get sent an edit of u

flower crown

they share something with you idk

having an s/o ig??

w/ an s/o who’s a popular streamer

dream

some c!dream thing (i forgot the title but it’s good lol)

they get sent an edit of you

your guys special songs

we love c!dream shit 😫😫

what arguing is like

break up

they share something with u idk

being in a relationship with them

tiktok prank

introducing yalls baby to the fanz

facetime

admits to being willing to kill someone for you

accidental reveals his gf

with a popular streamer s/o

when they have a crush on u (his one in here was my absolute fav lolol)

dsmp high! (multiple cc’s and cs in highs lol au head cannons + imagines)

tommyinnit

shy younger sister comes on stream part 2

older sister paints his nails on streammm

more sibling stuff

they share something with you idk

sbi!youbger bro tommy wants your attention

ranboo

comforts younger sister

littleboo

[householdpowerhouse]

I’ve been reading your ContestShipping fics and just wanted to say you’re a brilliant writer and really capture May and Drew, especially in your aged up fic, that is so evocative of the show yet feels so right when set in the future? Like I’ve grown up with them as a fave ship and matured in the past decade or so and seeing like really strong content that’s aged with them is such an absolute treasure and your art is gorgeous to boot, 11/10 would die for you for supporting the entire industry.

In that vein, I also trust your judgment so do you have any really good ContestShipping fic recs because I’ve read and re-read your content and am like, you have all the correct opinions so please if you have anything, share with the class 👉🏻👈🏻

Hey!! First of all, thank you very much for your kind words -- I'm happy you like stuff that I write. I really appreciate your support! I have some favorites among CS ships! I'm listing them here in no particular order! If you read any of them let me know please if you liked my recs! Have fun!

enter stage left by nicole_writes this is very, very solid one. I reread it few times.

Don't Take Forever by gengar_family it's slow burn. a lot of yearning. a lot of good scenes. really good cs fic

without a trace, i'll wait for you by keatsyeats

ah shit, that one is good. with this aftertaste of bitter to the sweet i love it.

Morning-After Melancholy by Torchickentacos

kinda in tune with last proposition!

just don’t break my floors, please. it cost a lot to refinish them. by ChiquitaDave it's short, and sweet and I really like implied dynamics between May and Drew.

everything by katocchi

okay this one, as far as I know, was unfinished, but there is just something in this piece that have been written. Worth checking out, because some nice ideas for their dynamics are made here. I like it.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

F, R, S, U for fanfic asks?

I am very sorry for how late this is!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

This one is also for @thearrogantemu, who asked it as well!

I had a great deal of trouble answering this, because most of my dialogue scenes when I reread them seem focused on the character reactions rather than the dialogue itself, or else are mostly a long monologue to another person rather than a back-and-forth conversation. Also, when I reread my stuff trying to decide what I like, I often decide I don’t like it. I rather like the confrontation between Spring Rain (Torpi’s OC, from a fic exchange) and Maglor in Traitor, and I rather like Legolas and Gimli’s argument about Maglor in The Castaway / The Ashes at Thy Feet.

(My favourite of my fics is Passion, which is almost completely introspective and contains virtually no dialogue.)

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

My mental image of the Halls of Mandos and how it works is very much derived, with modifications, from Philosopher at Large’s The Leithian Script, which is the first Tolkien fanfic I ever read. It, and other elements of some of my fics, also take a great deal, philosophically, from CS Lewis’ The Great Divorce. @thearrogantemu and @arrivisting are the two main authors who made me want to write.

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

I adore writing post-canon and Fourth Age fics, and post-canon reconciliations, and Halls fic! Anything that lets me leave the Silm in a happier place than where it ended. I haven’t managed to complete/post nearly as many of them as I’d like. I love writing apologies. I like hurt/comfort, of more of an emotional than physical variety.

I rather fell into writing enemies-to-lovers, when what I had intended was enemies-to-found-family!

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@thearrogantemu : One of the very first authors I read in the Tolkien fandom, and still one of the very best. Amazing combinations of exceptional characterization, imagery, and dialogue. The beauty of her prose is second only to the beauty of her ideas. She’s the most hopeful and compassionate fic author I’ve read, and writes the most beautiful eucatastrophes.

@arrivisting : Absolutely brilliant author, with gorgeous writing and exceptional characterization; I love basically everything she’s written. A true gift for writing the Fëanoreans with a combination of sympathy and clear-sightedness that doesn’t excuse or minimize their crimes. Excellent character studies on female characters like Arwen, Nerdanel and Finduilas.

@clothonono : Amazing author who popped up out of nowhere this summer and threw a treasure of magnificent fics in all our laps. Another one who absolutely excels in unflinching (occasionally too unflinching for my emotional fortitude) yet sympathetic portrayals of the Fëanoreans. Fascinating take on Fingon that I’d never considered before. Love her portrayals of the Valar.

And a fourth: @avantegarda’s “The Fine Art of Being Prepared” is delightful, witty, and heartwarming, and a wonderful portrayal of its main characters Idril and Tuor in particular!

[jackie-shitposts]

favourite carmen sandiego blogs? i dont know anyone in the fandom, so id like to hear an opinion :)

OH YES! This fandom has tons of great people in it, heres a ton of my friends and mutuals from it!

(Most of these people are in the carulia / carmivy side of things, so if thats not your cup of tea sorry!)

@thedukeofvermeer - amazing CS artist! I love their work so much and theyre so incredibly sweet!

@carmensbroom - hilarious video / meme editor! such a chaotic person and i look up to her work so much

@indigogalaxia / @the-carulia-archive - awesome carulia artist, in process of making adorable carulia merch!

@yyuppys - FANTASTIC artist, i love her stuff so much. shes so kind and funny. not as active in CS fandom rn but shes around! If you like amphiba give her a look see as well!

cant mention flo without mentioning @be-bi-do-crime - also not super CS active rn but shes a fucking amazing writer and her takes on characters is top tier. if you like TOH you’ll love following her rn!

@longhandwrittennotes - fantastic carulia writer! Ive worked with them on some projects before and she’s such a joy to be around. She’s got some cool fics upcoming too, so make sure you stick around!

@gulfish - writes an amazing CS post s4 script fanfic, The Thief Returns! please read it its fucking fantastic. I also help them write a CS/TOH crossover! Lots of fun to work with em

@saltedbirdcat - headcannon POWERHOUSE and has an absolutely gorgeous personality, has eternal carulia brainrot

@pegasus-642 - CS video editor and player enthusiast! so sweet and a very creative person

@path-of-sunlight - if there were to be a carulia prophet this would be them. a fucking top tier artist who never fails to make me scream at the top of my lungs /pos at their work

@relentless-you-survive - the local CS screamer /pos. Multiships redcrackle, carmivy, carulia (possibly more?). her art is adorable and i love receiving asks from her!

@bawdza - super cool CS artist, i admire and love their stuff so much it might be embarrassing

@caramel-sandiego - a major supporting pillar for the CS fandom. posts hilarious incorrect quotes and is generally pretty awesome!

now i dont believe we are mutuals, but i cant NOT mention @riodrawsstuff - leader of Brunt x Mech propagandists, a fucking artistic genius and they seem like a super cool person. if youre looking for CS merch, THIS is the person you go to!

@julethiefs - ah yes, my screaming buddy. such a great writer, her stuff makes me want to shake her by the shoulders and scream /pos. such an amazing friend shes great

@hey-yall-cam - CS color enthusiast, ranter and artist super fun person to be around! never a dull moment with them

last but not least, @itsdappleagain ! HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to them, theyre the entire reason im able to make CS videos. super cool CS artist and super fun to talk to

THANK YOU ANON, for giving me this opportunity to annoy my friends and mutuals with compliments. And this wasnt even CLOSE to everyone! i hope you enjoy your place here in the CS fandom!

[cssns]

We’re back, y’all!!! Please help me welcome @spartanguard to the CSSNS23!!!

What’s your Tumblr?

@spartanguard​

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

A looong time--I watched the show live for its entire run, but didn't become super active until fall 2014 (4a).

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

I don't know that I can fully pinpoint a moment, but sometime during 3A. (And my answer to that changes constantly, haha)

What drew you to this event?

The same thing that drew me to OUAT in the first place--I love seeing different takes on fairy tales/fantasy, especially against the backdrop of the real world, and love seeing what new adventures we can all take Emma & Killian on.

What inspired your topic?

So I've technically been working on this story since 2015. IIRC, there was a mirror-image manip going around of Colin on set, which brought up the theory of two Killians in my friend group. Which prompted one of them (I believe it was @kat2609) to send an anonymous ask regarding the shenanigans that Killian and his double/twin could get up to. (Note that this was long before the Wish Realm was even thought of, so well before there actually were two Killian Joneses in canon.) I kind of ran with the idea at the time, but then hit some dead ends when the 5A storyline resolved different than anticipated. It sat for a very long time until I finally came up with a workaround sometime last year. and now it's almost done!

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

"I'm disappointed in you." The man almost sounded sad.

"As I told the asshole in the diner, you don't know me." He groggily sat up to stare the man down; a sheriff's badge gleamed from where it was hooked to his jeans, below crossed arms and a stern glare.

"I know you plenty well, pirate." He'd been called many things, but that was a new one. "How could you do this to Emma?"

Who? "Who the f*ck is Emma?" Something weird was going on, but his brain hurt too much to process it.

"I the f*ck am Emma," came a feminine voice from the hallway, followed by the clack of boot heels as she approached. The sheriff ran in her direction, stopping her before she came into view.

"Emma, hold on; I have to tell you something."

"Dad, what's going on?" His vision was blearier than he thought if he hadn't noticed that the man was old enough to have an adult daughter.

The rest of their conversation was too quiet for him to hear, so he slumped back against the concrete wall and glanced around the station.

The sheriff came back, followed by his daughter. Ooh, now there was a sight. A gorgeous blonde came into view, a vision in a red leather jacket. Now why wasn't she at the bar last night? A much better bedfellow she would have made.

Until he saw that she, too, wore a sheriff badge. Law enforcement was an immediate turnoff.

She wore a concerned look on her face as she slowly approached his holding cell. It seemed as if she was studying his face, searching for something. But she must have come up empty, as relief flooded her features, followed quickly by confusion.

"That's not him."

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

Seeing all the great stories and gorgeous art everyone comes up with!

I’m so thrilled that Kaitlyn is back participating again this year! Her MC featuring Killian’s evil twin will be dropping on Wednesday July 5! Everyone go say hi and welcome her back!

[elytrafemme]

Hello there Mx. Mare! I have been following your blog for a while now and I find your work just so unearthly amazing and have finally worked up the courage to say hi.

Hi!

(Am guilty of the ‘intimidated by cool big blog’ syndrome)

https://ibb.co/3zvDf2c

Anyway, to make this interaction seem more natural, I am here to present a thing I made that was inspired by chapter 23 of Cough Syrup and the whole ocean metaphor with cs!Ranboo. It was also meant to include a short poem I wrote about him, but alas, it didn’t go too far. However, I can still present you with this!

(A link to the image since I can’t put it here)

This isn’t related to anything above, but I remember a while ago a person said in an ask on your blog that they read your blog consistently like a morning newspaper, and that made me start to expand the metaphor that your blog is like a newspaper. Like instead of Comic Strip Sunday, there is Cough Syrup Tuesday and all the days that your fics upload. All the asks and fic analysis are like opinion columns. And of course, all you blogs are the articles which can cover a wide variety of article topics.

That’s enough rambling though, and I don’t have much more to say than thank you for inspiring me a lot in my writing journey!

(In case I ever send another ask, I can be 🍃 anon)

hi 🍃 anon, this ask genuinely brightened my entire fucking day. i just want you to know that upfront; you've made me smile and i needed that today. thank you.

in other news, HI!!! i promise i'm not that intimidating omg but also glad u waited til you were comfortable, hello hello hello! good to meet you :D

OH MY GOD THAT ART IS GORGEOUS!!!! ohhh i ADORE how you did the sky and you made the sea look so natural??? like that's incredible and God you've brought the shitty metaphor i made so much justice with the gorgeous art you created for it. thank you so much <3 (and for those reading this ask, that's a safe link!)

wait oh my God my blog is like a newspaper... crying cat images here so many crying cats. that's so sweet thank you so much :') yes the commenters and analyzers DO deserve an entire opinion column!!! cedar jinx galaxy sophia jasmine pearl...<333 it's genuinely so fucking mindblowing that this is even a metaphor that could apply here, that cough syrup tuesday is enough of a thing that people like... know the term for it? like, that it's sort of a phenomena. what did i do in my past life to get here.

so so happy that i can provide inspiration and i hope you have a fantastic time writing your own stuff! you said you were going to write a poetry piece so i assume that you write poetry in general, which sorry if that assumption is off but i hope that all of that goes well too!!!

never any pressure to send asks, but if you ever want to, you are so so welcome here <3 i am always down to chat :]

[disfordevineaux]

Okay so you guys remember when I wrote that fic:

We Never Really Did That Lunch ?

Well, I commissioned my extremely good friend @sabersketchz to craft a piece of art based on a scene within the fic! It’s now completed, and has finally been added to the end of the fic and its honestly so gorgeous. Go check out the link above to see the art for yourself. And do give @sabersketchz a follow or at the very least check out her art, its amazing. (and ofc 90% Chase/CS related)

[snowbellewells]

CS Fic Rec Monday: “Saudade” by: @apiratewhopines

(This is fic is still technically CS, so I’m still recc’ing it today, since it’s Fic Rec Monday and all!  I can’t get over the fact that @apiratewhopines​ would gift me such an incredibly gorgeous and cathartic story. It’s really a gift for everyone though - and particularly anyone who loved Sheriff Graham/the Huntsman and thought he deserved so much more honor and remembrance on the show. They at least could have let us know he found peace once 5b rolled around! @apiratewhopines​ rights those wrongs and then some. This story is now in my list of very favorites and incredibly close to my heart -- please, please, don’t miss out on it. Check it out!!!  

And look at her beautiful cover art for it as well:

“Saudade” by: @apiratewhopines​ 

[capnjay21]

by the prickling of my thumbs...

... something wicked this way comes! 

As some of you may know, last year I started posting a fic for the CS Role Reversal/Halloweek, a lil number called ‘A House is Never Still’ inspired by gorgeous art by @hollyethecurious. And while I didn’t finish publishing until earlier this year, I had an absolute blast, and I’m really proud of the finished product. Who knew trying to write something spooky could be so much fun! 

I chatted to a few of you after I posted the epilogue, and I might’ve mentioned that whenever I finish a fic I always have an ~idea~ about where a sequel might go, and the same can be said for my first foray into the creepy crawly. For a while I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do something with that ~idea~, but then the dagger started whispering to me, so.. 

I'm writing it!

It’ll be called ‘The Wind Blows White’, it picks up two years after the end of 'A House is Never Still’, and I've included a little preview under the cut. It’ll be a little more introspective than the original, but I’m hoping with some definite spooky spookiness!

If you’re tagged, it’s because you seemed to like the first one and I have shamefully assumed you might be interested in reading the sequel (sorry!) - if that is very much not the case, let me know and I’ll take you off the taglist and I promise, no hard feelings!

On the flipside, if anybody would like to be tagged and isn’t, let me know and I’ll whack ya on there. There are also a few of you incredibly lovely people I ~would~ have tagged, but tumblr is ~resisting~, so if I’ve left you off and you feel you should be on, just holla @ me also. 

The first chapter will be posted around Halloween! So insert evil laugh and such. Mua. 

@carpedzem @optomisticgirl @phiralovesloki @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @hollyethecurious @stahlop @lfh1226-linda @peglegsjones @mariakov81 @seasailia @courtorderedcake @jonesfandomfanatic @wyntereyez @mrtinski - also @thisonesatellite​ I’m not sure if you’d like to be tagged since you haven’t finished the first one yet, but thought I’d leave it up to you!

-/-

1.  i won’t die in my sleep.

-/-

It was 2:17am.

The whispers woke her, as the whispers always did.

It took her a few dizzying moments to emerge completely from sleep, the vivid and fraught images of her restless dreaming spilling out into the darkness of the room. As usual, she could not move. Her muscles had seized, curled tightly around her stomach like a clenched fist, trembling with strain while her eyes blinked out into the dark. She could see the forest. The broad, sweeping trunks of old red oaks sprawled from the ground upward, their leaves stained crimson by blood while their bark wept tears the colour of potted ink. Only once observed did she really consider that there was so little in nature truly black, as pus the same shade as crows dribbled and oozed down the spines of every oak she could see.

Slowly, the numbness receded from her aching limbs, the reckless smears of her wakeless mind gave way to the shapes her eyes could make out, could confirm as being there, and like a prayer she whispered aloud every object she could see and smell and know was real.

“Chair,” she croaked, “desk. Lamp. Computer. Window. Gold –”

No. No gold. The basket of spun gold twine was the final little spill, tempting her to return to a nightmare it could kiss back into a dream.

She refused.

It disappeared.

The whispers had woken her, but once she rose she was alone in the dark.

Emma patted the bed beside her, and found the sheets bare and cool. He had been gone for some time already, then. Trying to suppress the growing tide of dread that always came from waking alone, she stood slowly, then stretched out her sore muscles. Sore from being clenched so tightly for what felt like hours. Usually Killian woke her before it reached this point, but clearly he hadn’t even been there for its beginning.

She sighed. Thought about calling him. The clock on her nightstand winked in and out. 2:17am.

There was no point, anyway. She knew where he’d be.

-/-

It was 2:17am.

As usual, it was raining.

Beyond the stretch of porch in front of him, sheets of water fell in a relentless assault on the already sodden ground, and Killian mopped at his already sweaty brow. The air was thick and moist, even this early in the morning, the height of an unusually punishing June. He let the downpour carry on for another few moments before ducking out into it, bending to lift the wide bowl he had left sitting on the grass a couple of minutes earlier. Now filled to the brim with rainwater, he brought it back underneath the shelter of the porch and laid it down on the ground.

He'd had that dream again. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

There was a noise from not too far away, the screech of metal on concrete in the dark and the answering leap of a car horn out into the night air, but he tried to push it from his mind. This would never work if he couldn’t clear his thoughts. Folding his legs underneath him, Killian leant forward until he could see his reflection staring back at him from the bowl.

The surface of the water was inky black, the faint caresses of a breeze brushing ripples across the surface and making his reflection appear distorted, but he tried to see beyond that. Beyond his tired eyes and the hurt and the heat, to something more. Silently, he willed the dark pool to show him something else.

Show me the boy, he asked out into the dark. Show me the boy at the creek with the dagger.

Even just the thought of the dagger, the curling blade they had sent hurling into the ravine, brought forth a rush of unwelcome and jarring memories. The dagger, floating in the middle of their circle, summoning a storm of black lightning and hurt and that nothing, that awful nothing, and Killian could feel something tugging at the centre of his chest, beckoning him forward.

He couldn’t see his reflection anymore. The surface of the water was blank.

Not like this, he thought furiously, wrestling for control.

It wasn’t interested in his control. If he wanted to go deeper, he had to let himself fall. This was the bargain.

But –

He thought of her at home, in their bed, resting fitfully.

This was the bargain.

Emma.

Killian gasped for air, which was when he realised the tightness in his chest was because he hadn’t taken a breath in a long time. He almost fell forward, and his right hand shot out to the deck of the porch to stop his face from crashing into the bowl – which was when he realised it was just a bowl of water again. His reflection stared back at him, breathing heavily, eyes wild and afraid.

If he wanted to go deeper, he had to let himself fall.

In his mind’s eye, he could see it perfectly. The sparkling summer day. The boy, knelt with his right arm in the creek before he pulled it out, and the dagger with it.

Dragging his eyes away from the bowl, he reached into his pocket for his phone. The clock on the display ticked onto 2:17am.

Still? He thought, bewildered.

“You should be used to this sort of shit by now,” he muttered, before emptying the bowl onto the grass.

-/-

... to be continued! 

[thereindeerlady]

Ok, but Suki writing songs and learning to play instruments (cs she is canonly in love with music and it is wholesome🥺🥺🥺) Sokka writing poetry and drawing 🥺

And then they write a(or more) song(s) about and for Yue and have come up with a dance they do when it's a full moon. They would dance around with war fans to the movements of the ocean and sing up to the moon. Every full moon. (Suki was Yue's secret lover!, but because of the nwt traditions and stuff they couldn't stay together :c idc if they met in canon or not)

U like it???

Ur thoughs??? OwO

Like it???? I LOVE IT

Yueki fuels me with so much love and happiness, i fell in love with them bc of @fruitysokka 's Unconditionally and Irrevocably fic that i highly recommend you read if you enjoy Zukka and Yueki!

But Suki learning instruments and writing music? Thats the best thing ive heard all night! I mean, I can just see her picking up on that kind of thing really easily. Learning as many instruments as possible. I feel like, because of the nature of atla, she learned all of it by ear and not really at all by the written sheet music which makes her really good at transferring knowledge of one intrument to the next. I feel like writing music comes easily to her as well, not being restricted by pen and paper and just being able to play something until it sounds just right. I can just see her chilling around a fire with the rest of the gaang while she just sings soft songs for them and plays whatever comes to mind. (Also could you imagine her just singing quiet lullabies to Yue whenever she has bad dreams at night? Brushing hair away from her face, leaving soft little kisses on her temples, soothing the lines from between her eyebrows. Soft Yueki being able to just love each other under the cover of twilight? Ugh i wanna be able to love someome like that.)

Sokka writing poetry is literally one of my favorite things oh my gooood!!! I used to write a lot of poetry (oof its all pretty bad looking back on it) and honestly, i feel like Sokka has such a way with words. I love the hc that he gets stage fright/anxiety when talking to huge groups so i love the idea of him being so eloquent in his writing when he cant be in speech. I know Sokka gets made fun of for his drawings a bit but artist Sokka also fuels my heart and love for atla. Drawing and painting is hard and it takes a lot of practice! Art is art and no art is bad art. I feel like the more Sokka really gets into his art, the better he becomes and the more he gets to express himself and his feelings. (Also, sorry im super tired bc i should be sleeping rn and im not so i might ramble a lot but tattoo artist Sokka literally never leaves my mind). So hell yeah artist/poet Sokka is 100% a thing because i said so!

But i can just see what you're talking about, I can feel the emotions that would come along with that. Building a huge bonfire on a beach somewhere, doing it all by hand without the help of any benders. Getting dressed in a mix of nwt/swt colors and Kyoshi gear, in ceremonial outfits they made just for their full moon rituals. I can hear the way they would start soft and slow, their movements gentle, almost as if in mourning the loss of someone so dear to them. I can hear how the song would crescendo gradually throughout the night, their voices carrying high into the night air as they celebrate the love and life that Yue had within her. The smell of the smoke, the sound of the song, the feel of shifting sand beneath their feet as they twist and twirl and dance around, the taste of the sea salt in the wind, and just that pure soft image of Yue looking down from the spirit world and feeling nothing less than an overflowing abundance of love in her heart.

I feel like for the first few full moons, Suki and Sokka do this by themselves. But after a while, i feel like the others slowly join in. Katara comes when the tide is too high and she parts the ocean around them long enough for them to complete their ritual. Aang joins in and learn their dance. Hes the one who suggests adding in the fans and he has special fans made just for their tradition. Toph joins and creates a special rock formation, a stage almost, right on the beach for them to build their bonfire on, tide in or out. She also brings a drum and provides a quiet beat for them to dance to. Zuko joins and adds his own song into the mix. While he dances, he signs and sings and mourns a girl he never knew because he knows what its like to be used as a pawn in a war. And Yue, though they cant see her, comes and joins their dance around the fire. And each full moon, before they pack everything up, she brushes gentle kisses on each of their foreheads and blesses them. Every single time. Its not long before they know shes there, somehow, watching over them too. (Maybe one day, Azula joins them too, joins in the dancing and mourning and celebration because she gets it. Redemption arc Azula is something i desparately want and love)

This got really long! Im sure this is not what you meant when you asked for my thoughts lmao so im sorry for that. Thank you anon for sending me this! I am literally not going to stop thinking about this for the next forever! This is just such a gorgeous idea, i love it.