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CSBB Artist Spotlight: fairytalesandtimetravel

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @fairytalesandtimetravel!

What kinds of artwork do you make?

I mainly do digital art, both paintings and drawings.

What’s your favorite thing about creating artwork?

I like taking something that I see in my mind and trying to bring it to life especially when it comes to stories or fan art. Kind of like fanfiction, making pictures that I’d like to see happen on screen or maybe one’s that I loved and make it my own. It’s rewarding. Though it doesn’t always work out as planned and it can be very frustrating, I still love to do it.

What’s one of your greatest strengths when it comes to creating artwork?

That’s tough, I tend to see the flaws when I work. But I love working with colours and I try play around with them and see how they can add to what I want the picture to say.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try your hand at, but haven’t had a chance yet?

More line work, I think. I haven’t done too much of it, I need more practice.

If you are new to the Captain Swan Big Bang, what made you decide to sign up? What are you looking forward to?

I saw last year’s work and it looked like a lot of fun!

First Artwork:

This was a lot of fun to work on from the costume and the background And I like how the lighting came out here. Kristen had such a great fic, I was excited to make something for it. And I love to work on dances!

Second Artwork:

This isn’t my most rendered out work but I’m proud of the colours I have here again. I think it fits the tone of my fic, Come Wayward Souls. I had this one part I really wanted to draw and I’m happy with how it came out. I’m all for soft tender moments between Emma and Killian.

Third Artwork:

This is probably my favourite portrait I’ve done. I’m just really happy with how it came out and his hair especially. And again, the colours… I really like colours lol

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Sleeping Arrangements (2/3)

I’m a meanie butt, but after 12,00 words I had to conceded and admit that the last part needed its own chapter. My conciliation: I actually swear it will be up as fast as possible after the 30th. (I do have to write my CSBB)

When Killian Jones is six, he’s sharing a bed with the increasingly wide berth of his mother and all too happy to share it. He’s gathered they’re poor (vicious kids on the street, kicks from discerning shop owners, the way Liam sometimes knicks bread for them to eat) but his mother always smells of lavender and hums him to sleep. Her hands are still soft and everything about her touch speaks of love: the way she cards her fingers through his hair when he’s had a nightmare, the way she lets him clutch at his fingers when they’re at the market, even the way he used to snuggle into her neck before her body became unwieldy with the carriage of his sister.

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6x05: Street Rats

100 times captain swan made me cry: #59

All you have to do is call my name (1/3)

A small town in Maine that’s chock-full of Characters, and everyone’s looking for happiness and love, one way or another. 

OUAT Gilmore Girls AU, Fifth Installment 

Read the first story here: I Always Wanted a Real Home with Flowers on the Windowsill

Read the second story here: If You’re Out On the Road

Read the third story here: To Me That’s What You’re Worth

Read the fourth story here: Loving You the Way I Do

A product of the brilliant minds of @asthewheelwills and @wholockgal

Catch up with this story on Archive of Our Own

Catch up with the whole ‘verse on Archive

Additionally, and not for nothing, I have been asked to tag a few people.  We’ll see if this works: @lenfaz​, @lenfazreads​, @disastergirl​, @beautiful-swan​, @blessed-but-distressed

The Jolly Roger wasn’t yet open when Emma arrived and peeked in through the front windows. She was no lover of early mornings, but the news she wanted to share with Killian was too good to wait for normal business hours.

She could see him there, dark hair still damp from his shower, chin unshaved, moving from table to table, checking levels of salt and pepper in the shakers on each. He’d hired Jim Hawkins and Ned Land at the beginning of the summer to help, but he still insisted on doing the morning preparations himself, before the boys came in.

Emma knocked on the glass of the front door and grinned when he turned to look at her, scowling. She knew him well and could see the slight tilt of his lips and the sparkle in his eye that said he was happy to see her. It had also been well over a week since they’d been able to arrange their schedules to have more than five stolen minutes in his pantry together. She knew he’d missed her, though he probably wouldn’t say it. She had missed him as well, which was her secondary reason for choosing the early hour to bring him the news.

He crossed the diner with a slow, deliberate swagger and Emma rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming. He unlocked the door, taking his time (Emma swore she’d pick the lock herself next time- Sheriff Humbert would forgive her) and when she’d have pushed the door straight in, he caught it and held it open a bare inch.

“We’re not open yet, Swan,” he said through the crack. “Did you turn your alarm clock upside down and read the six as a nine?”

“Let me in, Kil,” Emma said, leaning on the door. It both annoyed and impressed her that, even with almost her full weight against it, he still managed to hold the door steady at that one, frustrating inch.

“What are you doing here, Emma?” He was no longer even pretending to scowl at her. He was smirking, an expression that shouldn’t have been nearly so appealing, but he managed to make sexy. He knew he was frustrating her and was enjoying the game.

Though she’d hardly admit it to him, she was enjoying it too. Circumstance had robbed her of the usual youthful pursuits of flirting and play, and she found as an adult that they were remarkably fun.

“I’m looking for advice,” she said, leaning against the door again which still didn’t budge. She glanced down and saw that his black boot was blocking it, which would explain why she couldn’t move him. “See there’s this guy-”

“Should have guessed,” Killian interrupted, crossing his arms and affecting a casual air. “Handsome bloke?”

Emma shrugged, trying and failing to repress her grin. “Depends on who you ask. I suppose he’s alright if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“‘That sort of thing’ being stunning blue eyes, movie-star faces, and god-like physiques?” Killian asked.

Emma just flapped a hand in the air as though this were nothing and he shook his head.

“If he’s not handsome, then he must be charming,” he drawled.

“Well he certainly thinks he is.”

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Fic: Unbroken (8/?) (M)

Author’s note: Thank you all for your patience! My muse got a little distracted by her shiny new toys, but I managed to wrangle her. I hope you enjoy this update!

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Chapter 8

“A little to the left!” Emma shielded her eyes from the winter sun, studiously ignoring the calls from behind her. The few paps that remained snapped away; Emma wondered what the hell could be so fascinating about decorating for Christmas. That said, she was also beginning to wonder if some of the most tenacious paps were secretly spies. Sadly, it wouldn’t surprise her.

Liam leaned over the ladder, adjusting the wreath. It smelled of freshly cut pine and cranberries with golden ribbons that would shine in the street lights. Emma picked them out, thinking them perfect for their home. He was willing to trust her judgment; she had an eye for those little details he missed. Unless he was looking at her. He could spend hours just memorizing the lines and curves of her face.

“Stop! That’s perfect!”

Liam looked over his shoulder, smiling at the look on her face. “May I get down now?”

She rolled eyes playfully. “Hey, you volunteered, buddy.”

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A new beginning... (3/?)

Finally the new chapter is up! So this is the chapter where things start to change from the original story. I’ve already started on the next chapter but the next few weeks at work are going to be craaaazy busy so I’ll try not to let you guys wait too long!

Thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for being my beta!


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Emma slowly woke up and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she wasn’t in her room. She was, in fact, still laying on the couch, but instead of still being night, it was now morning. She must have fallen asleep while watching television. She sat up and as she stretched, she noticed that the television was off. She didn’t remember turning it off, and as that thought went through her mind, she realized that she didn’t grab the throw either as she settled herself on the couch the night before. She heard a noise coming from the kitchen, figuring it was probably David that was already up and getting ready for work.

She decided to get up from the couch, folding the throw and placing it on its usual place at the back of the couch. Emma noticed that her neck was a bit stiff from sleeping awkwardly on the couch all night. She thought it might be a good idea to put a heating pad on her neck while eating her breakfast to relax her muscles.

As she entered the kitchen, her steps faltered when she saw that David was not alone in the room as previously thought. Killian was also present, the both of them sitting at the kitchen table. Emma didn’t know why she kept being surprised on seeing him in her apartment, but she was.

“Good morning, sis. Sleep well?” asked David.

“Yeah, I really did. I must have been exhausted but my body is paying the price this morning,” she said as she stretched her muscles; the action releasing a bit of the tension and strain on her shoulders and back. “Thanks for the blanket last night,” she told her brother as she poured herself her first cup of coffee of the day. 

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A Knight for A Swan - Chapter 5

Summary: With Lord Baelfire camped outside the castle walls, Sir Killian awaits a reply from the missive he sent to his old friend. A tricky game of word play will need to be won if Sir Killian hopes to stay Baelfire’s invasion, but can he keep his wits about him with the distraction of Lady Emma consuming his every thought?

Notes: CS Medieval/Fantasy AU featuring Knight!Killian and Lady Emma

Teen and up rating / ~5800 words / If you like it, remember to reblog it, too!

Also available of ao3 and / Previous chapter links can be found here

Chapter 5

“Bloody minx will be the death of me yet,” Killian muttered, as he made his way back to the Great Hall after dropping his Swan at her chambers.

Killian knew the woman had been intent on playing with fire, but to what end he couldn’t imagine. To distract him from the fact that she had blatantly disobeyed his order, perhaps?

Oh, the woman was a distraction, to be sure, because now the only thing he could imagine was Lady Emma tied up in bed…in the good way. But those thoughts, as pleasant as they may be, had no purpose in his head at the present. Distractions of any kind could cost them all dearly at this point, and needed to keep all his wits about him if Baelfire answered his missive as Killian hoped he would.

Before he could spend too much time getting caught up in more thoughts of Lady Emma, Killian’s messenger returned with news that Baelfire would be sending his reply within the hour, and that his herald was to be received by Sir Killian, and Sir Killian only.

“Why would he be sending his herald and not a written response? And why only to you?” Robin questioned, as he, August, Graham, and Lady Emma met with Killian in the Great Hall to discuss Baelfire’s expected reply.

“To leave no evidence of our exchange, I imagine. It will be difficult to claim that he did not know the castle was under the control of the king’s subject if there is written proof that he responded to my missive, which was most likely burned the moment Baelfire finished reading it,” Killian replied.

“So he sends a herald to deliver his message orally, but why only to you?” August asked, repeating Robin’s question.

“Because any message he gives to only one person would become a testimony of hearsay from those they told after the fact,” Killian explained.

“But it would still be your word against his,” Emma disputed.

“I’m sure Baelfire is not too concerned with the testimony of a dead man, Swan” Killian quipped, and then immediately regretted his flippant response when he saw Lady Emma pale at his words. The other men’s reactions to his endearment also did not escape his notice.

“What do you mean by that?” she demanded, worry etching itself on her lovely face.

Killian resisted the urge to caress away the crease between her furrowed brows, and instead tried to reassure her by offering what he knew would sooth her as much as any loving caress - being told the complete truth.

“If Baelfire does not wish for there to remain any evidence of communication between us, so that he can later deny knowledge of who was in control of the castle, all he would have to do is ensure my death in combat, making any other testimony a second hand account against his. All it would take is your admission that none of you were present during this supposed response for Baelfire to claim that he never sent his herald, nor received my missive in the first place.”

“So Lord Baelfire is counting on his ability to ensure your death in case whatever his response entails does not go his way?” Emma clarified.

“Aye, and he is a damned fool for doing so,” Killian boasted, and gave her a wink to further encourage her of his confidence, which released the crease within her brow as she gave over to a slight smile.

A clearing of Robin’s throat brought his attention back to his second, as the knight posed another concern.

“Do you think this herald could actually be an assassin sent to kill you?”

“I would put nothing past Baelfire at this point,” Killian conceded.

“Then I must protest to your meeting with him alone,” Robin stated emphatically.

“So must I,” Emma agreed, and Killian fought the smile that began to pull at his lips. Though there was nothing he could do to stop the swelling of his heart in response to her concern for his safety.

“Do you not think me capable of defending myself, Swan?” Killian teased. “Well, fret not. If there is one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving,” and he shot her another rakish smile as he twitched his brows towards his hairline.

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Sometimes I laugh when I think about S2 Hook being handcuffed to his hospital bed and somehow escaping. he was prolly thinking Waheey!Freedom!!^^!! everything’s coming up Killian Jones! Must get back to my nefarious plots….Um What’s this platter of blue wobbly slop? And he has every opportunity to sneak out and do his villain thing but NoPE. Gotta seek out the intriguing Swan girl to ask her about this ungodly goop, maybe flirt a little, let her check out my shapely calves, and yah, perhaps she’ll chain me back up again but you know #WORTH IT.