Summary: Cursed three hundred years ago to take on ghost form and haunt his family estate, Killian Jones receives a reprieve once every hundred years to take on corporeal form in order to try and break his curse.
A renowned restorationist, Emma Swan takes on the project of bringing the three hundred year old Jones Manor back to its former glory. A manor that is reportedly haunted by the notorious Captain Killian Jones. Good thing Emma doesn’t believe in ghosts.
Rated M / Also available on ff.net and ao3/ Line breaks indicate a change of POV / scene
Killian’s poem borrowed/based on the song lyrics of Arise My Love by Michael Card; inspired by the Song of Solomon /
If you asked to be tagged and I missed you, I am SO sorry! Lost my original list and had to go back through the notes. Hoping I didn’t forget anyone…
Edited to add: @artistic-writer created two additional art pieces after this fic was posted (Thank You!!!). The first is slightly nsfw (it shows a man’s bare ass) so I have linked to Salem’s post at the appropriate point in the fic for those who wish to view. The second is posted with this post at its appropriate moment within the fic. Enjoy!!
Killian inhaled the sea air deep into hislungs
relishing in the burn of the salty breeze at the back of his throat. His senses
were always diminished while in ghost form, numbed as if he’d imbibed in too
much rum leaving everything dulled around him. Now that he was corporeal again,
Killian marveledin the feel of the cold sand between his toes and
whisper of midnight against his skin.
Just as it had happened the times before,
Killian found himself upon the shore where his curse had been cast, appearing
there in solid form at midnight of his first day back as a flesh and blood man.
The first thing he’d done was divest himself of his leathers and other
garments, and run head long into the sea allowing the waves to wash over him in
order to give proof of his physical form. He now stood at the water’s edge in
nothing but his skin and drew in the comfort the moonlight dancing over the
waves provided him.
Should he and Henry succeed… no. When. When he
and Henry succeeded, Killian would take the lad and his mother sailing up the
coast. He still had quite a cache of valuables tucked away, enough to provide
him and Emma and Henry a comfortable future. Though he’d never begrudge Swan
her work. It was evident just how much her occupation meant to her, and he’d be
content to follow after her from one project site to the next for the remainder
of his days if that’s what she wanted.
But he was getting ahead of himself, again. An
introduction might be warranted first, mate, he chuckled to himself as he
collected his garments and made his way to the small cavern within the cliff
Tucked away in the back corner was the piece of
luggage Henry had been able to procure for him. Within it were articles of clothing
the boy had either pilfered from his uncle, or acquired within the last week
while in town. They would hopefully meet Killian’s needs over the next two
weeks while he’d be staying at the manor.
As fortune would have it, the final stages of
the manor’s restoration project were being completed, and to celebrate the
Misthaven Historical Society would be hosting a Grand Opening Celebration
whilst Killian was in his corporeal form.
Invitations for the event had been sent to
members of the Jones Family Trust, who were invited to come and stay at the
manor during the festivities. Henry and Killian had launched a plan to contact
the manor’s curator in order to gain an earlier invitation to the estate. The
lad had sent an electronic communication as Mr. Killian Jones asking if he’d be
welcome to arrive two weeks early, under the pretense that he’d be in the area
on business anyway.
The truth of it was that the celebration
occurred at the tail end of the time in which he would be in flesh and blood
form, and he had no wish to hide out in the woods or the cavern until the event
in question. Besides, having access to the manor meant having access to Emma
and Killian did not want to waste a moment’s opportunity to physically be in
The curator had happily agreed and had even
offered to arrange for the town’s tailor to come up to the manor in order to
fit Killian for a suit for the more formal part of the celebration should he
have need. Which he did. The appointment would also afford him the opportunity
to fill in the gaps in his wardrobe, which now that Killian had chance to see
it, he found sadly lacking. Though he would have to ask the lad how it was he’d
been able to acquire a leather jacket with his meager means and resources. Clever
All that remained for the time being was to wait
for a more acceptable hour in which to present himself, and then he could begin
the pleasurable task of wooing his Lady Swan.
So, you hear me talk about Roll Credits sometimes on here. But unless you actually go to the Series tab on my AO3 account (or follow my side blog), you prob don’t know exactly what I’m talking about.
In this post, I will sum up what RC is, give you links (AO3 only) to all the fics currently in the series and the ideas I have that just haven’t been written yet b/c I lost inspiration (which is not to say it won’t come back someday, just that for the time being those ideas are on hold).
Roll Credits is essentially a collection of missing westallen (mostly) scenes from season 3 episodes [EDIT: Scenes from other seasons will also now be included]. I never write one for an episode before it airs, because I rly try to make these scenes fit canon as much as is humanly possible, and so I want to see what the episode gave us, so I can know how to realistically fit it in.
It should also be noted that while these are “deleted” scenes from the episodes, they do all relate to each other. So, there may be references to previous fics in the series included in later ones that you wouldn’t know just by watching the show. They’re believable in canon, but they aren’t mentioned in the episodes b/c I came up with them, so it’s more beneficial to read all the fics to fully understand and appreciate them. Still, for the most part they are minor things that can be ignored and the fics can still be understood. The only exception to this are fics that are more or less written in a mini-series and take place one right after the other. The 3x16 and 3x19 fics are specific examples of this.
Listed below in BOLD are the fics I have written (with their links). In italics (and w/ ‘TBD’ as the ‘title’) are the ideas I have not. All are listed chronologically by episode.
MORE JUGDRAL IN HEROES!!! I am so excited that my favorite boy’s parents are finally going to be in the game, and in light of the news this morning, I’m also excited to share one of my favorite pictures from Otakon with @raptorsinrhythmcosplay! We got the inspiration from a piece of fanart I’ve unfortunately lost the link to, but it was such a cool concept. I love Seliph and this cosplay so much, and I especially loved wearing it with my wonderful parents 😭
Soon I will post a cosplay that isn’t Fire Emblem. Someday…
I'm having a hard time figuring this out, so I'm sorry for the possibly stupid question. You keep posting about an AU-meets-canon fic. Is this a fic you have written/are writing, or is it just stuff you're thinking about?
It’s not stupid at all. I’ve been rambling for days about this now haha it’s bound to get a little confusing. It was originally based off a short fic I wrote years ago, and planned on expanding into a full fic. Unfortunately my notes for the fic got lost, my muse cried and moved on to other things, and I didn’t end up doing anything with the idea. But someone sent me an ask a couple weeks ago (a week ago? My concept of time is so skewed) and it got me thinking about the ‘verse again so I asked people to send me more asks in the hopes that it would get me inspired enough to actually write it out.
Here, I’m just gonna link all the posts together so people can see them now.
i feel like if peri got her limb enhancers back, she’d definitely show them off. maybe do a few tricks to try and impress lapis and the crystal gems - as if her confidence would need any more boosting after getting her limb enhancers back lmao.
i got inspired to make this after reading @jenhedgehog‘s posts about what peridot’s (completed/full) arc might be like and how it’d probably end. (i’ve lost the post in my history though so sadly i cant link it)
i love the idea of her getting her limb enhancers back (with the help of lapis), and pretty much the whole arc she’s speculated would play out for peri.
also, just added the star on her design for fun and to show that this would be peri after her redemption rather than art of her before then
I saw someone bring up the idea of Yurio skating agape to Once upon a December and I was like okay. But Yurio dancing agape to Once upon a December Russian version. So, i decided to attempt it! Sorry if its not super great im a complete novice at video and audio editing >-<’
edit: I was more specifically inspired by this amazing post by @hq-wingster but I lost the post so I didn't link it, but now that I’ve found it I thought it would be only right to link it
“How about you leave now” he whispers softly leaning his forehead against mine. I shake my head slowly.
“I can’t, I lost you once I don’t want to lose you again” I look up at him. His jade eyes wet with confusion. Neither of us had really cried in front of each other before. This was new.
“You don’t belong here, you have people waiting for you, you’re not lost anymore, I’m gone (y/n)”
I push myself away from him and let out a small sob.
“But I am lost. I don’t belong up there with them Peter! I’m not the girl who fights against evil because I am evil, I’m not a case of the bad gone good! They’re trying to turn me into some heroine that I can never be! I’m more lost now than I ever was in Neverland"
He swallows not really sure how to handle this side of you, you only started pulling each others’ walls down shortly before he died.
“(Y/N), it’s not Neverland down here… I’ve got no magic. I’m nothing down here” he looks down. He’s been struggling with this loss of power for a while now. In Neverland everything went his way, he could control all the people around him and never have to worry about someone taking over.
“You could never be nothing. You’re Peter Pan.”
He chuckles. “Things have changed, for the worst it seems” he looks at you and finds it strange your not covered in dirt and sweat. Although, he doesn’t mind the sweeter, seductive scent.
“Don’t change. Not for me, not for them. They don’t give a damn about you” he walks you up against a counter putting two sides on either side of your waist. “You be the tough, dark filled girl you were when I found you.”
I think I should have asked first and I apologize for not doing so, but last night I saw your post about psycho dad Billy and what do you know, my lost inspiration raised from the undead and I wrote my own short interpretation of that. It's not perfect, but I would kinda like to write more of these in the near future lol anyways, here you are /works/13010268 - put that link in A03 cause I don't know how to cheat my way around not being able to put links in this thing :|
OHHHHHHHHHHH THAT’S SO COOL YESSSSS I’M GONNA READ IT ASAP THANKS FOR LINKING ME AND KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK <3333
How a single photo shoot helped this actress overcome her body image issues
How a single photo shoot helped this actress overcome her body image issues
For many women, it can take years, decades even, to undo the negative effects that unfair body image standards have on the mind. We hear subtle encouragement when it looks like we’ve skipped a meal or dropped a pound or two. Or we get bullied when we dare to accept our bodies exactly the way they are, no matter what size they come in.
But a moment of awakening and DGAF-dom occurred for actress and singer/songwriter Kathryn Gallagher when she decided to do an impromptu photo shoot with her friend and photographer Tyler Shields. Gallagher says the shoot helped her to overcome some major body image issues she’d been struggling with, and shared her experience in an essay for Cosmopolitan.
A photo posted by Kathryn Gallagher (@kathryngallagher) on Aug 30, 2016 at 3:21pm PDT
In her essay, Gallagher talks about her constant struggle to lose weight, and how she thought reaching a certain size would suddenly make her happy and solve all of her problems. As expected, it didn’t. “I lost weight, I gained weight — and my happiness didn’t change! There was no correlation. None at all,” she wrote.
“I’ve learned that I get to decide whether or not to wake up and look at my body like it’s something awesome, or terrible, or fine, or disgusting — or as my favorite seventh grade troll typed it out, “disgutsing.” And that decision changes. I don’t always wake up feeling confident every day. Not even close! But what doesn’t change is that this, my body, is the only one I’ll ever have,” she added.
A photo posted by Kathryn Gallagher (@kathryngallagher) on Aug 13, 2016 at 11:26am PDT
The consuming pressure to change our appearance is such a real obstacle for women that it’s actually considered “bold” when a woman stops listening to her critics and learns to love the body she was given. While it’s certainly progress, it’s also outrageous that we aren’t yet instinctually doing what’s best for our body and mind from the start. Perhaps by sharing more empowering messages like Kathryn Gallagher’s our daughters finally will.
A photo posted by Kathryn Gallagher (@kathryngallagher) on Jul 23, 2016 at 11:53am PDT
To conclude her essay, Gallagher said simply, “Figure out what you love about being you and embrace that. And the things you don’t love so much, embrace them too. Because life is so much better when you do.”
A/N: inspired by a post I read of AU’s, I lost it but when I find it I’ll put a link here to give credit. I know women can kick ass, not diminishing that ability in any way, but sometimes the whole knight in shining armor thing is kinda cute. especially when the knight is Steve…
Warnings: language (@ Steve), attempted rape/assault (please be careful out there my friends, protect yourself!), fighting, mention of injury/blood
Word Count: 892
It’s about 11 PM, and here you are. Walking home, alone, and in the dark. Probably one of the scariest things for a woman to do. New York can be a scary place during the day, but that greatly increases at night.
For about 3 blocks now, you have felt someone behind you. You crossed to the other side of the street and he followed. He is definitely following you. And you’re still about 7 blocks from home or your best friend’s house or anywhere that you could go that would be safe.
Ahead of you, you see a phone booth, a rare occurrence anymore but a grateful coincidence as you currently don’t have your cell phone on you. You walk a little faster and as you near the booth, you dig around in your coat pocket for some change and luckily find a quarter and a nickel.