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[cssns]

CSSNS23 IS A GO!!!!!

Alright y’all!!!! Get ready!!!! Sounds like there’s still PLENTY of interest in another year of the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer!!! I have to admit, I’m AMAZED AND SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!!��

THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH!!!!!

So here are the deets...

Sign ups will be open from February 20- March 1.

Get To Know Me’s will start dropping in late April or early May.

Posting Dates will be in July, stretching into August if needed.

For those new shipmates not familiar with the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer, this is an event I created back in 2018 to address the woeful lack of Werewolf Killian fics. And we have succeeded many times over!!! The event is open to everyone. The only requirement is the fic or artwork has to be CS focused and supernatural in nature. In past years we’ve had werewolf, vampire, fae, selkie, soulmate, shapeshifter, witch, ghost, and many, many others!! 

All of the past years fics can be found on ao3 here.

Any fic length is fine, from a 100 word Drabble to a 250,000 word epic MC. Any rating is fine. Any type of artwork is fine, from using traditional mediums of paint and drawing, to digital artwork to videos to gifs. Artists can elect to do their own original artwork and/or they can be paired with a fic writer to do artwork for the fic being written. And we certainly hope to have enough artists sign up that we can pair every author with an artist that wants to be paired. So please! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

Signups open a week from tomorrow, and this post will be reblogged daily on this blog as well as this years mods’ blogs in order for the most people to see the announcement!!

Any questions, you can leave an ask here, or get in touch with me or one of our other mods- @kmomof4​ @winterbaby89​ @jrob64​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @stahlop​ - either on Tumblr or discord.

Come join us!!! It’s gonna be another great SUPERNATURAL SUMMER!!!!

Tagging all former participants to help spread the word!!! Under the cut unless Tumblr ate it.

@kymbersmith-90 @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @searchingwardrobes @emmaswanchoosesyou @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @shireness-says @the-corsair-and-her-quill @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @everlastingcaptainswan @resident-of-storybrooke @donteattheappleshook @artistic-writer @winterbythesea @awkwardnessandbaseball  @branlovestowrite​ @natascha-remi-ronin @distant-rose @pirateherokillian @flipperbrain @snidgetsafan @thejollyroger-writer @seriouslyhooked @doodlelolly0910 @courtorderedcake @delightfully-difficult-pirate @nerdyhuntress @rouhn @drowned-dreamer @stubble-sandwich @its-imperator-furiosa @technicallysizzlingcloud @spartanguard  @captainstudmuffin @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist @wordsmith-storyweaver @snowbellewells @initiala @ilovemesomekillianjones @jarienn972 @coaldustcanary @gingerchangeling @blessed-but-distressed @mahstatins @jennifer-morrison @polarbearmorgan @teamhook @totheendoftheworldortime @stubble-sandwich @winterbaby89 @lenfaz @yayimallamaagain @tehgreeneyes​ @cocohook38 @eastwesthomeisbest​  @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @forestiyari @abeylin1982 @shipsxahoy @seastarved​ @wingedlioness @the-irish-mayhem @katie-dub @shady-swan-jones @bleebug​ @blackwidownat2814​ @darkcolinodonorgasm @djlbg​ @emeraldwitches @faerytold @huffleporg @idristardis @lassluna @let-it-raines​ @lizzyc807shipscaptainswan @wistfulcynic​ @thislassishooked @ultraluckycatnd @welllpthisishappening​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose @wyntereyez​ @demisexualemmaswan​ @imlaxdris71​ @ohmightydevviepuu​ @shardminds​ @thisonesatellite​ @stahlop​ @lovelivingmydreams​ @iamstartraveller776​ @goforlaunchcee​ @carpedzem​ @mariakov81​ @clockadile​ @eirabach​ @thesschesthair​ @tornadoamy​ @justanother-unluckysoul​ @killianjones-twopointoh​ @veryverynotgoodwrites​ @everything-person​ @myfearless-love​ @zaharadessert​ @deckerstarblanche​ @killiansprincss​ @wefoundloveunderthelight​ @th3capta1n​ @sotangledupinit​ @grimmswan​ @motherkatereloyshipper​ @mie779​ @o-wild-west-wind​ @whatevenisthisbloganymore​ @romanceapologist​ @undercaffinatednightmare​ @tintedfl0wers​ @tennant-the-tigger​ @piinfeathers​ @freechoicedreamer​ @purplehawkcaptain​ @jonesfandomfanatic​ @jrob64​ 

[captainswanbigbang]

CSRT Snippet

Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy from @mahstatins‘s CSRT work in progress! “Tell me what happened to you.”

“Sorry?” He looks at her blankly and she can feel the irritation creeping up her spine.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Some might say that would be breaking the habit of a lifetime, love.”

He’s smiling again but it’s disingenuous. Infuriating.

“Oh give the mystery schtick a rest will you? I heard what she said to you too, y’know. Whatever the hell’s going on here seems to be as much to do with you as with me.”

“Nonsense, what matters -”

She growls, irritation turning into rage, her fists clenched against the urge to launch themselves into that false smile. Not that it would work, of course. None of this works. None of this makes any goddamn sense.

Luckily for him Jones isn’t as much of an idiot as that smile makes him look.

“I’ve done some terrible things, Swan.”

“So I figured.”

“No, I -” he takes a deep breath and seems to physically deflate with the exhale. “I don’t think I’ve ever really admitted that before.”

“Not even to your lawyer?”

“Never admit anything to your lawyer, love.”

“I’ll take that on board.” She perches herself next to him as best she can, and rests her chin on her hand. “Tell me?”

He shakes his head. “Which part?”

“Whichever part you want.”

He sits in silence, just long enough that Emma’s beginning to wonder if he’s decided he’d rather not share any part of it at all, before balling his hands into fists and glaring down at them.

“I’ve killed people, Swan. I didn’t - “ he barks out a laugh. “I didn’t mean it. I just didn’t care. All I cared about was money and how to get it - I - ”

“I don’t believe you.” She shocks herself with her own vehement certainty, but not half as much as she shocks him, his jaw dropping as he turns to her. “I don’t believe you could just not care.”

“I’m not the man you think I am,” he mutters, but she’s the one shaking her head now. “Swan - ”

“No. Tell me again. From the start. You want me to believe you’re that awful? That you’d just, what? Shoot someone in cold blood? You want me to believe that, then make me.” 

In his defence, he tries.

He dwells on the nastiness, on the drugs and the guns and the sawn off registration numbers. He makes himself the villain, cursed and damned by his own greed, but Emma might not recognise her own reflection but she recognises the flash of pain in his eyes when he recalls a deal gone bad. Notes the tightness of his clawed fists as he shudders out - and Milah…

And Milah had died. And Milah haunts him far more than Emma ever could.

She tries to ignore the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach as tears track down his cheeks.

“She knew the risks,” she says, an attempt at comfort as he squeezes his eyes shut. “She -”

“Deserved better.” He spits the words. “I was a coward. I’m still a coward.”

“You’re not - you’re turning evidence against, what, the goddamn mafia? You’re the complete opposite of a coward.”

“A brave man would have shot him where he stood.”

“Why didn’t you? You tell me you’re a murderer, so what’s one more?”

His hands finally relax and he rubs them across his reddened eyes. “Would you believe I wanted - I think I wanted to be better. As though that would matter, after everything I’ve done.”

Emma nods slowly, considering, and watches as the rapid movement of his chest calms and his shoulders stop shaking.

“You never actually told me your name, you know. I had to eavesdrop.”

He smiles, a gentle little thing utterly at odds with the tale he’s told her. “Killian. My  name’s Killian.”

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[thesschesthair]

mahstatins replied to your post “If you want to know just how lazy i’m being today… i’ve just eaten a...”

living the goddamn dream

There was a feeling of being a right spoilt lord that doesn’t have to lift a finger while i’m tidied up around....  this must be how the rich feel 😂 

[phiralovesloki]

@mahstatins replied to your post: Husbandman’s flu is basically over, but Taters...

Drink chicken stock through a straw and turn up the TV this too shall pass ♥️

I would but it's got 5 more hours on it D:

[businesscasualprincess]

@shoedonym replied to your post “James Norrington and Killian Jones have me trapped in a feedback loop...”

NORRINGTON

YESSSSSSSSSS, Julia, I have a Real Problem here.

@mahstatins replied to your post “James Norrington and Killian Jones have me trapped in a feedback loop...”

Beckyyyyy I’m hurtttttt

Okay but Clare, listen...

Emma was adopted by the aristocratic Swann family, who were the best friends of her parents who died in heroic service to the crown. They had their own child when she was 3, but of course they KEPT her both out of loyalty to her parents and because they knew how important it was for their Elizabeth to have a sister. 

Though, of course they never intended for her to feel that way, because Emma grew up hearing about her Hero parents, and because the first 13 years of her life were spent  in London Society where family and connection were so important knowing that she was an orphan, she always felt inadequate and unworthy.

Things got a bit better, when her adoptive father was named Governor of Jamaica and they moved to Port Royal. Emma and Elizabeth became as close as any two sisters ever could be, stirring up trouble, keeping each other’s secrets, always together.

Until the day of Commodore Norrington’s promotion. One minute she and her sister were giggling about Elizabeth’s condition that her engagement to James be “as short as possible” because she doubted she’d be able to resist rushing their consummation, and then suddenly they were running for the fort. Emma lost track of her sister in the crowd, and by morning, she had learned that she’d been taken by the crew of The Jolly Roger.

Feeling tremendous guilt at not being able to protect Elizabeth, Emma convinces James to release the notorious Pirate Captain Hook from the prison where he was being held awaiting the noose... which she did by breaking the pirate out of jail herself [”We don’t need the keys. Those are half-pin barrel hinges, love. If you pop that bench over there under the bar with the right leverage, the door will lift free.” “How could you possibly know that?” “I once posed as a blacksmith in a small town outside of Charleston for 3 months while I tried to convince the local bank to let me make them all new locks for their vault.” “I thought you were a pirate? Where was your ship all that time?” “I happen to be between ships at the moment, stop asking questions and let me out of here!”] and basically told James that she was going and if he didn’t want two Swan sisters wandering around the Caribbean at the mercy of pirates, he had better come with them...

Of course, that’s the moment when James and Killian recognize each other from their rivalry in during their Naval Academy days, adding a level of familiarity to the tension between them.

Along the way they naturally learn that Emma’s parents were not “Heroes in the Service of the Crown” so much as they were “Pirates with letters of mark allowing them to harass Spanish ships” and she has to come to terms with what it really means to “do the right thing”.

Eventually, they find out that the cursed pirates of the Jolly Roger (under the captaincy of Hector Barbossa, Killian’s former First Mate as well as Mr. Gold who retained his role as Quartermaster after the mutiny) took Elizabeth to Isla Muerta because she gave the surname name Nolan when she was captured and they thought they could use her blood to pay back David’s part in the Aztec Curse.

THIS THING PRACTICALLY WRITES ITSELF

[katie-dub]

A Fixed Point by @mahstatins

Tumblr: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

He never remembers, and she can't forget.

Poetic, beautiful and heartbreaking CS x Doctor Who crossover from the amazing Clare, who is the best. Read this and weep (both at the awesome and the angst).

You've been a great friend to me this year, Clare, I hope this picset is a fitting tribute to you on the anniversary of your birth. Eat some cake for me (and hopefully we can share some in person soon)!

[kmomof4]

[hopeandbeans]

The Things That Stop You Dreaming

A missing scene from 3x18 by @mahstatins for the Captain Swan Storybook 2016

Ao3

[hencethebravery]

mahstatins replied to your post “Captain Charming for all of them! No? Ok... how about 3, 7 and 16?”

Cryyyying

[welllpthisishappening]

So at 2am I *somehow* came across You Play Ball Like A Girl, and now it's 11.30 and I have had no sleep at all at all and I just want to say thank you for the best sleepless night I've had in a *really really* long time. I have no idea how I missed your fics before, but you have a fan for life now!

Ah! Thank you!!! That is a lot of words and a good amount of middle-of-the-night angst, so I applaud your dedication. Someday I’ll write that YPLAG sequel. Thank you again for reading!! 

[cssns]

Signups close on Wednesday!!!!

Tagging all the former participants! Hope y’all can join us!!!

@kymbersmith-90 @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @searchingwardrobes @emmaswanchoosesyou @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @shireness-says @the-corsair-and-her-quill @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @everlastingcaptainswan @resident-of-storybrooke @donteattheappleshook @artistic-writer @winterbythesea @awkwardnessandbaseball  @branlovestowrite​ @natascha-remi-ronin @distant-rose @pirateherokillian @flipperbrain @snidgetsafan @thejollyroger-writer @seriouslyhooked @doodlelolly0910 @courtorderedcake @delightfully-difficult-pirate @nerdyhuntress @drowned-dreamer @stubble-sandwich @its-imperator-furiosa @technicallysizzlingcloud @spartanguard  @captainstudmuffin @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist @wordsmith-storyweaver @snowbellewells @initiala @ilovemesomekillianjones @jarienn972 @coaldustcanary @gingerchangeling @blessed-but-distressed @mahstatins @jennifer-morrison @polarbearmorgan @teamhook @totheendoftheworldortime @stubble-sandwich @winterbaby89 @lenfaz @yayimallamaagain @tehgreeneyes​ @cocohook38 @eastwesthomeisbest​  @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @forestiyari @abeylin1982 @shipsxahoy @seastarved​ @wingedlioness @the-irish-mayhem @katie-dub

IT’S TIME!!!!

SIGNUPS ARE NOW OPEN FOR ANOTHER YEAR OF CAPTAIN SWAN SUPERNATURAL GOODNESS!!!

Signups will be open through March 1. 

You can find all the fics from past years in the CSSNS collection on ao3 here.

Any length and rating fic and any form of art is welcome. Please help us spread the word!!! We can’t do this without getting the info out there and we can’t do that without ALL OF YOU!!!! So even if you’re not sure about participating, please signal boost!!! We need authors, artists, betas, and cheerleaders!!!

Links to the signup forms are below. If you have any questions, leave us an ask, or you can contact one of the mods of the event- @kmomof4​ @winterbaby89​ @jrob64​ @stahlop​ @ultraluckycatnd​.

Come join us, y’all!!! It’s going to be a FABULOUS summer!!!

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[captainswanbigbang]

CSRT Snippet

Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy from @eirabach‘s CSRT work in progress!

For all Killian might be a rat, Smee is a snake.

He’d always been there, hovering in the shadows cast by whatever dark deed Killian had been sent to commit. Not part of anyone’s inner circle, but a constant presence nonetheless. Killian doesn’t know what hold Gold has over Smee, he’d never cared to ask, but there must be something. Some debt unpaid, or promise unkept.

Because Smee had played at being Killian’s man, for a while. Done his bidding, passed on his regards, bought and sold and bribed at Kilian’s behest, but it had all been just that - a game. Because when it came down to it, when Killian had chosen Milah’s memory over Gold’s control, Smee had turned his coat and fled.

He slithers back, red cap pulled down low, new scars on his hands and face. Perhaps no-one is safe from an association with Killian, even those who choose to betray him. It’s not quite a comforting thought, but it helps to set his jaw, helps to keep his voice steady when he speaks.

“Long time no see, Mr Smee. I see life has been no better to you than you deserve.”

Smee sniffs, eyes darting from Killian to the bar and back again. He’s exposed, here. Killian has chosen the corner table, his back to the wall, both doors in his line of sight. He’d called Smee because he knew that Smee would come. He doesn’t believe for a moment that he’s come alone.

“Thought you was in hiding,” he says, weight shifting from foot to foot. “Wasn’t expectin’ -”

“Spare me the false surprise,” Killian sneers. It’s strange, how easy it is to fall back into the rhythm of it all. When he stands it’s with a swagger that he hasn’t felt since that first safehouse. When he steps towards Smee, Smee steps back.

There’s a gun in his pocket, and it would be so easy to use it.

It used to be so easy to run.

For perhaps the first time in a long, long time, he doesn't.

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[killiancygnus]

🌼🥔🥖🔥?

I don’t know what the middle two emojis are supposed to be but Clare...are you flirting with me with that 🔥? *smirks* You already know I love you to bits

Send 🌼 if I come off as friendly and approachable or send 🍒 if I come off as intimidating

[sambethe]

Things we have learned today:

Keeping track of limbs and relative positions while writing smut is hard.

Four writers keeping track while joint writing one scene, infinitely harder.

[katie-dub]

Renegades by @mahstatins 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 AO3

They all start the same way, these stories we tell our children, with the words “once upon a time,” and the promise of a happy ending. They tell of a land far, far away, where there lived a beautiful princess, hair as dark as ebony, lips red like a rose, and a prince so charming it became his name.

They spin tales of a war fought against a terrible witch, and how the heroes won. They tell us of the witch locked away forever as the princess’s womb grew round with child, and how the whole kingdom celebrated the victory of hope, and heroism, and True Love.

They all start that way, they all end this way.

All, that is, except this one.

Renegades is a truly exceptional enchanted forest au and I cannot say enough good things about it. Clare’s words will break your heart and have you begging for more… And you won’t have to wait long to get it. The sequel Heathens is coming this weekend as part of this year’s CSBB. So go, catch up now!

[shireness-says]

Perfect!

Trouble [1/1]

Happy Christmas @jump-on-winds-back / @the-reason-to-sail-home ! I’m your CS Hub Secret Santa! Sorry I haven’t been able to chat too much - and for the comma and probably nonsense laden story ahead of you. You’re a darling Tessa, and I wish you and yours the most wonderful festive season and year to come.

Here’s almost 3k of rebellious teenagers for you. Love you.

The midsummer sun catches on the gold of her hair as it streams out behind her, her laughter wild and louder even than the thundering hooves of her horse as they gallop across the wildflower meadow, soil and buttercups thrown up in clouds in their wake.

She’s beautiful. The most beautiful girl - woman - in the realm. And any other man would be delighted to be the one chasing after her, to be the reason she turns at the brow of the hill, her figure silhouetted against the sunlight.

“Aren’t you coming?” she calls, and he kicks his own horse on, his knuckles white against the unfamiliar leather of the bridle.

Any other man. But not him. Not when he’s the one who has to face the Queen’s disappointed glare, the Prince’s scowl. The one expected to control the uncontrollable.

“Your Highness!” he bellows, sliding uncomfortably in the saddle as his horse stumbles in the divots she’s left behind. “You must come back! You must - “

“You’re no fun, Captain!” she calls again, all laughter as she turns in a tight circle. “Come on!”

“No!” He groans miserably as his horse shies at nothing and longs for the stability of a ship in a storm. “Your parents insist, Princess. You must return with me at once.”

He sees the moment she gives in, the droop in her shoulders, the way she lets her reins rest slack against the pure white mane of her mount before sitting up straight and trotting back down the hill towards him with all the grace and sensibility of her mother the Queen.

“Well?” she asks as she passes him, her eyes twinkling despite the pout of her lips. “What are you waiting for?”

He stares after her retreating form, at the regal way she holds herself even with her cream cape stained with grass and the mud of the forest, at the effortless way she moves at one with the infernal beast below her.

“Retirement,” Captain Liam Jones grumbles. “And it can’t come quick enough.”

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