I’m the girl men fall in love with the idea of.
They catch glimpses of parts of me and think They know the rest hidden beneath the surface;
The golden girl with the flaming heart.
The playful exuberance too world weary by far. The nighttime temptress down on her knees.
The selfless caretaker too kind to believe.
The warrior-princess covered in scars
The simple girl who still wishes on stars.
They all choose a part of me to worship
Setting aside the rest of the puzzle pieces
Still looking for a heart to call home
Because it’s easier to put me in a box
Than to put me together until they find a whole picture.
In the end sparkling bits and baubles of me adorn their memories
Until I become the one who got away
Which is the reason I never could in the end stay.
I’d rather love the reality that is all of myself
Than be put on a pedestal so high up
There’re no odds of surviving the fall.
Here is a masterpost of my favorite Bellarke fanfics. This is a very long one, since I’m terrible at picking, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless. Note: I placed the names of the writers above in case you’d be interested in seeing more of their work. Also my small descriptions of the fics can be too general, so check out their summary for more info
I just realized that I never made a solely college/high school AU for Percabeth. Since I’ve been in college for a little over two years, I thought that my experience might make things a little more accurate! All of these events have happened to me or my best friends personally. Hopefully, this isn’t too similar to Jasper’s “Fated” a couple months back. (Also, the trope isn’t childhood friends to best friends to lover, which is honestly my favourite trope, so I’ll be doing more college AUs in the future to compensate. Watch out!)
She was tired of having to run off to the bathroom before each class to make sure no curl was out of place. Tired of having to plaster a smile onto her face– tired of attempting polite small talk with the strangers around her. She hated having to introduce herself to a roomful of people who were probably going to control her social life in the next four years she was staying in New York.
Gods, she was exhausted.
Nevertheless, she tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, applied a sheen of lip balm to her chapped lips and exhaled. Just one more class and this day would be over. Annabeth clicked her boots and popped her lips, ready to conquer AP Greek History with a smile on her face.
“I’m Annabeth Chase,” she said brightly. “I’m from San Francisco.”
“My, my,” said a burly girl at the back. She had a bandana around her head–Annabeth wasn’t aware those were in fashion again. “That’s a mouthful. Annabelle, is it? Or was it Anneline? Either way, I don’t have time for that fancy schmancy, princess.”
The back of the class erupted into bouts of laughter.
Hm. Must be the obnoxious bullies, then. What they were doing in an AP class, she’d never know.
Annabeth was used to it—her dad was to blame for the obnoxious name and the wild tufts of untameable princess curls. Shrugging it off, she smiled pleasantly at the girl and stared at her straight in the eyes.
“It’s Annabeth, actually. And I thought we were in AP Greek History?” Her smile turned lethal before facing the teacher. “Professor, I’d like to volunteer personally as this girl’s tutor. I have a feeling that as she is unable to pronounce my name, she will have difficulties pronouncing or even spelling Hecatonchires or even Cychreides, which we both know are hardly the most difficult terms in the books. I’d very much like it for her to remain in the class.“
The professor’s lip twitched under his beard, and the glimmer in his eye suggested that Annabeth’s snark wasn’t worthy of detention. “I agree, Ms. Chase,” he commented, handing her the required reading. His ID was labelled with a CHIRON, and there was a hint of pride when he sent her off. “You may sit down.”
As Annabeth turned around, a skinny boy in a hoodie stood up in a hurry with a blush staining his cheeks. Grabbing his books, he ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. “Damn. I knew this wasn’t Biology.” The class laughed as he clumsily made his way out the door. “Gotta go.” Before his extremely messy mop of black hair disappeared through the door, she swore she caught a glimpse of his unbelievably green eyes.
Her stomach dropped.
Trying to ignore the strange flutter of her heart, she looked around for an empty seat and found one beside a very pretty girl with feathers in her hair. Annabeth wondered why guys weren’t flocking around her and walked to it instead. Before she could make it, a girl with dark spiky hair and freckles offered her a high-five. Ah, this must be the reason.
“That was savage,” the girl whispered in awe as Annabeth sat down.
Her pretty seatmate glared at the spiky girl and turned to Annabeth with a smile. “What she meant was—that was amazing, Annabeth. It’s great to meet you. I’m Piper and this one here is Thalia.“
Professor Chiron cleared his throat in front of the classroom. “Okay, everyone. Before we get started, how about a round of names?”
WTP: I’m a college graduate with a bachelors in graphic
design, summa cum laude. Sadly, this meant little to nothing outside of college
and has offered me little in the ways of anything steady. Blame the economy,
blame me, I don’t know anymore. But I suppose I couldn’t hold much of a job
with my health issues at the moment, mostly bad stomach problems that I still
haven’t got a good handle on. I’m also taking care of my Mother, who can’t
really do much without assistance these days. It sucks, but I’m slowly pulling
myself out of the ditch with the bits a baubles of work I’ve been pulling up
online. Still I wish it were more stable. But I’m trying to look up, and in the meantime pour myself into making others happy with my work.
how did you make those robots? they look really cool!
i went to Michaels and got some decorative beads (those are the arms), some assorted bits and baubles, some industrial-strength glue, and wire. i used the wire to frame the limbs, glued things into place where i thought they looked best, and voila, robots
not all the bits and baubles came from michaels; the eye on the cyclops robot, for instance, was some weird metal thing i found in my room. dont know where it came from but it worked perfectly
for @carryonsecretsanta‘s advent calendar. a little bit of christmas fluff! i hope this was worthy of it - i’m getting into the christmas spirit whoops i’m not sorry at all
“Coming through,” Simon calls, poking his head inside their living room. Penelope’s sitting comfortably on their couch, steaming mug of tea in hand, a mound of tissues surrounding her, a slightly pitiful sight in an oversized Christmas sweater. (Penny will, at the very least, punch him in the face if he says that out loud, but he does feel sorry for her. She gets ridiculously excited about Christmas throughout the entire month of December, but now she can’t walk ten steps without getting a splitting headache.)
The Christmas tree he’s carrying gives him an abrupt poke in the eye, and he yells a bit louder than he’d have liked to.
“I am stuck in the hallway with a most of a very heavy tree and a tree stand. Move it, Snow.”
Simon huffs and starts walking backwards into the house again, muttering, “Impatient.”
In these long and introspective winter months, I am slowly coming to the realization that the way to avoid artistic burnout, at least for me, is to remain as flexible as possible, and try out every idea that gives me even a brief spark of inspiration - even the bad ones.
Basically what I’m saying is, I might have a lot of weird bits and baubles to show you all fairly soon. Some others may like, and they’ll stick around - some may wind up being “just for me” type things. Either way, thank you all in advance for sticking around!
So you moved into your “new” apartment months ago but it still doesn’t look lived in. Don’t worry, many of us prolong the task of organizing or decorating until we’ve almost forgotten about it, but once you just do it, you’ll be so happy you did. After all, it is your home - you owe it to yourself to make it a place where you want to hang out. We’re sharing our best tips to inspire your interior update, along with some of our go-to home goods that won’t break the bank. Scroll down to get started!
A minimalist vanity
Living room decor
Show your personality. Unique pieces distinguish a nice space from a great one. Look for cool decor items that you can place on tables or bookshelves to give your home a more personal feel, like mirrors (which will create the illusion of a bigger space), quirky bookends or interesting vases.
Frame and hang scarves.If you’re at a loss for how to liven up your walls and don’t want to spend too much money, consider framing a series of silk squares. It’s an easy, artsy way to show your style without worrying about what kind of art will look good. Plus, you can mix and match colors and prints for a fun gallery wall!
Display your nice things. Having your vanity essentials like jewelry and makeup laid out in front of you not only makes getting ready so much easier, it also makes it more fun. Look for small dishes and jewelry stands that fit in with the feel and look of your room.
Spruce up your coffee table.Making the common area space a cozy place to be is important, especially if you have people over often. Fill your coffee table with a variety of art books, candles and other accessories that will transform your space.
Don’t forget the bathroom.It’s easy to gloss over bathroom decor, but when you take the time to consider the details, people will notice. A nice soap dish, hand lotion and decorative storage containers go a long way.
Hey, I'm just wondering if you have any older fic recs for Captain Swan, preferably taking place on the Jolly Roger on the way to or from Neverland? Or just in general, older than season 3B or more obscure than, say, The Lost Boys? Thanks!
The CS fandom is full of amazingly talented writers, so we’re very fortunate that there are oh so many fics out there to chose from.
First, it’s hard to find fics that are specifically on the Jolly Roger going to or coming from Neverland without the majority of the fic being on the island.
Though that is more due to the fact that Ipersonally tend to read multi-chapter fics over one-shots. However, I know there are many one shots out there that cover this.
So anyone who knows/remembers any of this (because my memory is crap), please add to this post so this lovely person can find them. Thank You!
As for multi chaptered fics, well from what I’ve found, the majority of fics that I’ve read set on the Jolly Roger tend to be Enchanted Forest Emma AUs.
But since you also asked for general fics older than 3b, I’m going to just give you a list of the many ones that I’ve read on fanfic (because I sadly/hardly reblog ones on tumblr and it can be hard to find them when I can’t remember them) (though if anyone knows where to find the ones on tumblr, please feel free to chime in) (also add AO3 ones too if you’d like).
Hopefully I covered the spectrum and you find some that you like.
(Also, there are some darker fics in here so I listed the trigger warnings that the author’s listed, so please do read my brief descriptions carefully)
Jolly Roger Fics/AUs:
Beyond the Horizon by Alexandra Lyman: This is a Princess Emma AU where Emma volunteers herself as hostage to Captain Jones and they fall in love. Violence, but not Dark!Hook. Rated M. WiP
I See Sparks by Xelbie: An interseting Lieutenant Duckling AU where Emma and Killian are betrothed. Takes place exclusively on the ship so far. Rated T. WiP
Only for One Night by michellemtsu: Princess Emma runs away with Captain Hook to escape an arranged marriage. Rated M. WiP
Those Lonely Nights At Sea by charliethedreamer: I count this as a Jolly Roger AU because ships are the setting mostly. Captain Swan and Captain Jones have an interesting realtionship to say the least. Rated T. WiP
Twelve Months At Sea by xFearlesssmilex: Emma is held prisoner by Captain Hook after her village is attacked. Dark!Hook. Possible triggers: Violence, explicit language, mentions/references to rape, sex, prostitution. Rated M. WiP
Walking on Water by Ms Starlight: Princess Emma is on a diplomatic mission for her parents during war times when she is abducted by Captain Killian Jones. Rated M. WiP
White Light on a Black Sea by TaarnaT: Princess Emma is captured by Captain Hook. Dark!Hook warning. Possible triggers: violence, profanity, sex (including prostitution/dub-con/non-con. Partially based on tv show Black Sails. Rated M. WiP
Dreams and Nightmares by forevershipper: Milah’s ghost with the help of Cora tries to take over Emma’s body in Neverland. Rated T. WiP
Hollow Beginnings by EmeraldRomance: This fic is from Emma’s POV and it starts in Dark Hollow and diverges from there. Hook gets severely injured in Neverland and Emma uses magic to save him, but it works a little too well. Rated M. WiP
The Fortune of Killian Jones by TheThirdStar: Neverland AU, where Hook saves them from Pan, but it has dire consequences for him and Emma goes into Hook’s head in order to save him. Rated T. WiP
Throwing the Cat Amongst the Pigeons by auzziwitch: Post-Neverland. Emma deals with her feelings for Hook. It’s been a while since I read it so I don’t remember it very well, but I know I liked it. Rated M. WiP
Under the Horizon by YouAndMeComeWhatever: In Neverland Emma ends up 300 years in the past when Hook has just lost Milah. Rated T. Complete.
Season 2 AUs:
A Thwarted Hook by samhaincat: Set in Season 2 after “Manhattan” where Emma helps Hook after he stabs Gold and takes care of him. RatedK. Complete
Shared Bodies by CSIBeauty: I would say this is set in Season 2, I think, but it is very AU. Greek Gods kind of possess the residents of Storybrooke. Rated T. WiP: I think. It’s been a while since I read it, but it’s not listed as Complete.
Season 3b AUs (putting these in here because they technically precede 3b and therefore don’t portray what we saw in 3b):
Down the Winding Road by FreyReh: I really like this one because it’s set in Oz. Hook sacrifices himself and Emma goes after him. Has many Oz characters that never appeared in Once, and the villain isn’t who you’d expect. Rated T. WiP
Ends of the Earth by OnceUponABookworm: Hook leaves Storybrooke but Emma seeks him out. Ends up taking place in the Enchanted Forest. I count this as a 3b AU because it’s post Neverland but it doesn’t have Pan’s curse, nor does it have the wicked witch, but Pan is still a part of it. Rated T. Complete
Fractured Moonlight by lovingcaptainswan: This is a highly angsty fic but I adore it. Hook gets left behind after Pan’s curse and it takes place in our world where Emma and Hook have difficulty dealing with personal tragedy. So if you really love angst….thinking about it: Possible Trigger: Death of a child (not shown but heavily a plot point). Rated M. WiP.
I Almost Do by ihearttvsnark: A Pan’s curse AU which I really like. Everyone is cursed once again in Storybrooke, save for Emma and Regina. CS and OQ. Rated M. WiP
General Post-Storybrooke AUs (As in everyone goes back to the Enchanted Forest):
Home Is Where the Heart Is by Winter-Rae: After the Charmings kingdom is restored, Hook convinces Regina to take his heart and it pretty much snowballs from there. Takes a lot of interesting twists and turns and brings in other fictional universes such as Narnia and LotR. Rated M.
All The Voices In My Head by QuiteTheTrueLove: A really good fic where Killian and Emma are partners in the FBI that are searching for a serial killer. Possible triggers: Violence, character deaths, graphic scenes. Rated M. WiP.
Challenge Accepted by YouSaid: I’m not big on crossovers, but this one is really good. Emma and Killian are Head Girl and Boy at Hogwarts. Lots of Smut, but as the author progressed, the plot really got me hooked. Rated M. WiP
Hamlet and the Pirates by eight 0f hearts: This is a really great CS high school AU where Killian and Emma are partners on an English project. Rated T. Complete
I’ll Ask For The Sea by stalrua: It’s both in the Enchanted Forest and Neverland, but majorly in EF. Emma ran away from the royal life and grew up in Tortuga. Hook comes into her life and she ends up having to face her past. Rated M. Complete.
Man-Hunt by Ayyyylmao: Emma is an infamous bounty hunter in the Enchanted Forest. Hook is her newest client. However, destiny has bigger plans. Slow-burn CS. Rated T. WiP
O Mistress Mine by psychoswan: A dark Hook AU, where Killian is a ruthless king who’s land Emma enters. She becomes his mistress. Possible Triggers: Dark!Hook, rough sex, violence, language, and other things that may trigger. Rated M. WiP
Provocateur by swaggercaptain: Again a crossover that I love. Emma and Killian work for the BAU. Takes plot points from Criminal Minds, but in itself is really well done. Highly recommend. Possible triggers: Violent themes. Rated M. WiP
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play by bemusedbicycle: Oh don’t even get me started on this fic. I adore it. It’s a baseball AU, where Killian plays for the Pittsburg Pirates and Emma works in PR. Rated T. WiP
Rotten Heart by NeverlandAwaitsUs: Princess Emma is betrothed to Prince Killian, who has dark secrets. Rated M. WiP
Sit, Stay, Feel by ScapeArtist: Oh I love this AU. Emma’s a dog trainer and Killian is a client of hers. They bond over their mutual love for Killian’s dog Gale. It’s just too good for words. Rated T. Complete
Until I Met You by ChainOfPaperclips: College student Emma Nolan is in Professor Killian Jones’ poetry class. So far, nothing really has happened between them, so I guess it’s slow-burn? Rated T. WiP
And just for fun: Drabbles:
A Dozen Assorted by Scheherezade06: This fic is a series of drabbles all about CS. Rated T.
When we think of jewelry trends, statement necklaces, stacked bracelets and knuckle rings are usually the first things that come to mind. Earrings are often easily overlooked, but sometimes a killer pair is the only accessory you need to step up your look. Get a head start on one of fall’s biggest trends and rock one earring, a style seen on the runways at Céline and Louis Vuitton, or stick to a classic pair.
Whether you like to keep it simple or make a statement, we’ve got the perfect bits and baubles for any occasion. Shop our selection of the best ear candy below, from dangly tassels to pretty studs, and be sure to tell us…
Reading “Bits and Baubles” CS fanfic that I ran across on FF.net and in Ch. 3 they had to use Hook’s heart to lure pan to Pandora’s box, and Emma was going to be the one to take it and Hook says ‘It’s yours already,“ and I think I died.
Not entirely finished, but this is as far as I got with coloring the Blackrock Christmas lineup before my computer made me stop working. I’ll probably come back later to finish the shading, because the bits and baubles I’ve shaded so far (Zoey’s eyepiece, Ravs’ Rudolph nose, Rythian’s enderpearl) are looking surprisingly good.
Anyhow, a late MERRY CHRISTMAS to all my followers, and all the Yogs (cast and nau(gh)ts) out there!
Okay, here’s an observation on the Gray-Manes. I mean, look at the face on Fralia. This is not a happy woman, at all. I mean, I know she’s got the thing going on with her son missing, but just look at that face. There are YEARS of misery etched on that. Then, check out Fralia’s inventory at her shop. She is married to the guy who works the Skyforge, and her entire inventory of weapons consists of 2 crappy little iron weapons. Not even a single Skyforge Steel weapon? Nope, apparently Eorlund is hogging all that glory to himself, he just can’t be bothered slipping a few daggers to his wife to maybe make her little market stall a bit more profitable. Nothing but “bits and baubles”.
Ask Fralia who the best blacksmith in Skyrim is, she immediately directs you to Eorlund, praising him. Ask Eorlund for a sword when you join the Companions and he says: “A blade? It will be as sharp as Fralia’s tongue!”
Everything about these characters just makes me feel like Fralia has been absolutely miserable for decades, and Eorlund is completely oblivious to it.
Sherlock looked at the strange silhouette through the glass. Molly hadn’t told him she’d be sick today. She hadn’t mentioned having plans or taking a holiday. She usually warned him if she’d be out, aware that he preferred her skillful help with his experiments over amateurs.
Now he stood in the middle of Bart’s hallway, arms full of supplies that he’d have to lug back home. And there was the troubling fact of he didn’t know where his pathologist had gone off to.
They’d fought for the first time since the Janine incident the last time he’d come by. Turns out her current boyfriend was neither gay nor a sociopath, and decidedly not dull. His ill-planned and aggravated “Well there must be something wrong with him!” was not received well. At the time he hadn’t been willing to explain why he’d been determined to find a flaw in her date. So he’d waited a week and brought along a perfectly logical excuse to speak to her.
Only she wasn’t here.
Had he run her off? Had he forced himself to deal with this new girl? She’d probably refuse to help him. Or make him wait to use the equipment. Or be dreadfully dull.
He didn’t want it to not be Molly. He’d gotten used to her. He’d become dependent on her unique input, and her often morbid jokes.
This would not do.
He dropped the supplies without a second thought, ignoring their splatter and clunk upon the ground. His coat swung as he paced around the wide hallway, eyes studying the ground. He dialed her number, waiting one-two-three rings before she picked up. She must still be annoyed with him
“What is it Sherlock? I’m sure you can tell I’m busy.” She huffed into the phone, something whirring in the background. Indeed, she sounded truly insulted at his phone call.
“How was I supposed to tell that? I’m not a mind reader!” He shot back. “Where are you? I need you at Bart’s.”
“I am at Bart’s.”
“No you’re not. There’s some—” Sherlock paused, back still to the window. He reimagined the silhouette of the girl in the morgue. Slight shoulders, petite frame, slender neck. The same hazelnut hair color, just… Different. By the time he turned around, she was already tapping her foot in the door way.
“This better be important, you arse. I’ve just started an autopsy.”
“You cut your hair.” “Tell me you did not come all the way here to chastise me over my hair, Sherlock.” He watched her pinch the bridge of her nose, noting the way the lack of her hair’s shadow made the freckles on her nose more prominent. “Because I’ve news for you. What I do with my appearance is absolutely none of your—”
“I like it.” He blurts the words out, much like his mishap earlier. Only this time, he can see the tips of her ears turn pink when she looks down.
“If you think you can still pull that trick with me—”
“No, I really like it. It suits you.” She blushes further, but holds her ground.
“You’ve got to pick up this mess. My boss will have my hide if he thinks I’ve let you clutter up the place.”
Everything about her face appears sharper, more clearly defined without a sheet of hair to cover it. He catches himself staring at the curve of her cheekbone and the point of her nose, and the sharp slope of her jaw. Before he’s really thought of a retort, he’s picking up the bits and baubles he’s dropped.
“After you’re done, would you help me decipher the new developments on the samples from last week?” He realized for the first reason why she may have bothered with such a drastic style change. “Unless, of course, you’ve already made plans.” The vehemence slips out, like air leaking from a punctured balloon.
Honestly, he’s gotten really bad at hiding things from Molly, as if he’d held it in to bursting. She only gives him a peculiar look, ignores his question, and gets back to work.
He sets up his experiment, but doesn’t really do anything with it. Instead, he fills his waiting time with observations. Like the way the new cut of her bangs makes her toss her head back on occasion to move the freed strands from her line of vision. Or the way the sides are barely long enough to bury his fingers in, or the way she’s left it asymmetrical at the top. A thousand times he wonders how it would actually feel.
He’d only touched her long hair once, and it had been a cool waterfall between his fingertips. What sensation would this leave him with?
She harrumphed at him after a while. “Stop staring at me. It’s distracting. If the hair cut bothers you so much, then go on until I get done.”
“I’m not bothered.” He sounds quick and snappish even to his own ears. This isn’t possibly going to get him back in her good graces.
So he determines to stop staring at her. Despite his renewed attention to his own work, he’s barely gotten anything done when she walks over to him, gloves snapping off loudly. Without a word, she took up a microscope and found the specimen. Her attitude remained cool throughout their working together, turning Sherlock’s usual apathetic demeanor into a thrumming mess of nerves. His fingers knocked against the table, his foot tapped against the floor.
“Why’d you cut your hair?”
“Because I wanted to.”
He’d known her for ten years. She’d never once gotten more than a trim. In fact, she’d often exhibited a good amount of pride in her long locks. She’d had every right to. Good care and regular upkeep had keep her hair in fine condition. She’d not have chopped it off for no reason.
“No, really. Why did you cut your hair?”
She puffed out her cheeks and glanced down the microscope again, though he could tell she was hardly focused on the task. Eventually, with eyes cut back at him, she confessed. “My niece got her candy in my hair. The tangle was so bad we had to cut it out.”
He studied her features again, eyes falling on different parts of her face that he hadn’t paid any particular attention to before. Freckles and the way the light reached her eyes more fully. The soft tapering of her eyebrows, the drift of her smile from corner to corner, bright without the shade of long brown tresses.
“It suits you, Molly Hooper.” And he found in the flutter of his heart and leaking of sentiment, that this was perhaps the most understated compliment of the year. “You didn’t cut it for your boyfriend?”
“Oh? You mean Stanley? He ended up being a bit of a bigot in the end. Told me I looked like a boy, and he didn’t date boys. I told him to go home.”
Sherlock grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t say I’m sorry for his loss.”
*For an Anon whose ask I accidentally deleted. So sorry, dear Anon!
I’m completely sad we are in hiatus again but I’m ready to see all the beautiful fan fic that comes with it. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all of the amazing talented writers in the CS fandom. That’s why I put up these little blogs each month.
We’ve had a lot of touching moments but nothing quite like Emma holding Killian’s actual heart in her hands. Am I right?
Please take a look at the list below of compilations from some of my favorites along with a list of awesome fics.
A List of the Holiday CS FicsI tried to capture all of the CS Holiday fics into this list that came up in the CSSS and CS FF tags. If you don’t see yours here let me know and I’ll add you in. There are so many good ones and I loved that some of our CS FF authors used their existing AUs to create a short or an update.
Compilations: One Shots, Drabbles, and shorts (some are M)