today is talk like a pirate day :)

edeacilys  asked:

Hello! I saw one of yours drawings that Stars is a pirate. Is there a AU about this? Oh! By the way, I really like your style 😊😊 Bey and good luck😄


YES PIRATE AU! I have so many ideas for this AU…what I don’t have is time to draw all of them ;u;  LIKE…GUESS WHY SHE WEARS THAT HAIRSTYLE

 Because Marine!Marco ruined her hair

6x11 spoiler fic

After one day of studying Colin’s thumb to determine if it’s his finger or not, and the recent spoilers from Canadagraph, this prompt has been bugging me all day. I wrote the dialogue last night before falling asleep, and today I’ve added supporting text :) I’m at work and this was written in a hurry, so no major editing was done on it. I hope you like it just the same.


She’s back at home, the duel with Gideon behind her and the prophecy more or less thwarted for now. She’s making a hot chocolate for her and Henry, with cinnamon, of course, while her pirate and son are in the living room, talking about the movie they’re going to watch soon. She doesn’t really make out the words they’re saying, but their voices are a balm on her soul and fraught nerves. After the wish world, talk about be careful what you wish for, and the confrontation with her nemesis, a quiet night in with her true loves is just what she needs.

Later that night, she’s barely tucked in and her head resting on his shoulder, when the question comes. Honestly, she’s amazed he’s lasted this long; but then again, he’s never been anything other than patient with her.

“What was it like”, Killian asks quietly.

Inhaling deeply, Emma strokes her hand across his chest, resting it at last over his heart. “You were old. And we’d never met.” He doesn’t say anything, but the hand he has wrapped across her shoulders starts moving up and down her back, in a soothing motion. “It was horrible. Once I remembered, I missed you so much.” He’s still silent, the only indication he’s heard anything being the light squeeze of her shoulders. “I don’t want to waste any more time, Killian. I’m ready. I want to live the rest of my life with you.”

He stiffens at that and turns them so that she’s looking at him. The room is plunged into darkness, but there’s enough light seeping in from outside that she can see his eyes. There’s mirth in them. “Swan, are you trying to steal my line again?”

A light smile forms on her lips at the casual mention of her first proposal. She didn’t think he’d still be sore for her stealing that particular thunder. “What if I am”, she asks teasingly. “What are you gonna do out it, pirate?”

She lets out an undignified squeak when Killian suddenly gets up. “Killian?” She stands up as well, watching him in confusion as he moves across the room.

“I’m not gonna let you. I’m prepared this time,” he tells her in a frenzy. His excitement has her grinning from ear to ear. She has no idea what he’s on about, but it’s been so long since she’s seen him bubbling over in excitement, she doesn’t even care. It’s a joy to watch him looking for something in his jacket pockets.

He’s back in a flash, a small box in his hand, eyes shining with love and emotion. He sits on the bed in front of her, depositing the object in her hands. She’s stunned. This type of box can only mean one thing, but she was just about to ask him herself; apart that small mention in Camelot, they’ve never broached the subject. But if he has this, then he was ready to…

“Open it, love”, he says quietly. This time, there’s a hint of nervousness in his voice and that prompts her into action.

There’s a diamond solitaire engagement ring inside and she takes a deep breath. The cut is simple and elegant; she’d have expected something flashy from him, but this is perfect in its simplicity. She can barely utter his name before emotion chokes her. “Killian…”

“Will you marry me, Swan?”

Tears well up in her eyes, affection, love and happiness overwhelming her. Her dear pirate has an engagement ring in his jacket pocket. He’s been carrying an engagement ring on his person for… How long has he had this?

“Swan”, he asks again, a little worried now, hand scratching behind his ear. That’s not something she can bear him feeling in regards to their relationship anymore, so she grabs him by the neck and yanks him forward. “Yes!”

He doesn’t get to say anything else for a long time after that, both too caught up in each other and their newfound status.  

anonymous asked:

Halloween you say? :D That gave me an idea...Halloween headcanon! What would All of the characters dress up as? (With F!Kamui)

I’m utter spoopy trash so I’d love to do Halloween stuff until October 31st, maybe even bleed over into November if need be! Send in more spoopy requests? :D

  • Marx - He’d put on a police hat and call it a day as he followed the younger ones around. 
  • Leon - Stays at home giving out the candy. Lazy loser. 
  • Camilla - Witch. It just seems to fit her, and she’d probably go for something generic. But you know she’d goes as the sexy witch, right? Gotta show off them bara tiddies. 
  • Elise - Nurse. I can imagine her in a simple nurse’s outfit she made herself, but probably got into a fight with Foleo about how she made it. 
  • M!Kamui - Dragon. Rawr. 
  • F!Kamui - Dragoness. Rawr again. 
  • Joker - Joker. I’m being so serious. He’d want to go for a genuinely terrifying costume and blows everyone away with the creepiest Joker ever, like he blows the Joker from Suicide Squad outta the water. Oh, and he scares the children away so Kamui gets all of the candy. 
  • Suzukaze - Ninja. Ha. 
  • Mozume - Princess! She’s so sweet and would be a pretty princess with a magical wand that is actually hiding a dagger and will cut you down if you try to steal her candy. 
  • Lazward - He would probably end up cutting holes in a sheet and be a ghost, trying to scare everyone. Soleil would be the only one pretending to be actually scared of him. 
  • Luna - Mummy. She’d actually try hard and wrap toilet paper around her everywhere. Odin would be laughing at her the whole time. 
  • Odin - This nerd will make a fully functioning Iron Man costume, I kid you not. He’d probably just use it to punch Lazward in the head all day. 
  • Pieri - Oh, she’d wear a plain white shirt, but with a cut out in it that has fake intestines coming out of it and terrifies the living shit out of everyone. Winner of the scariest costume. 
  • Belka - Ninja. Look, she may be a wyvern rider, but she looks like a ninja with that headband and stuff.  
  • Zero - Pirate. It’s the eye-patch, okay? (also it’s national talk like a pirate day in the US today so yeah…) 
  • Elfie - BANANA. She’d totally dress up as a banana. I will fight anyone who disagrees. 
  • Harold - Alien. He’s… interesting, and I can imagine him picking something as ridiculous as that. 
  • Nyx - Witch, just like Camilla, but she’s be a hag, with the pointy nose and wrinkles everywhere. No, she’s not being sensitive about her age, what are you talking about???? hahaha…. 
  • Charlotte - Sumo wrestler. I saw this insane inflatable sumo wrestler costume at Spirit Halloween and instantly knew Charlotte would love it. 
  • Benoit - Cat in the Hat. I’m so sorry, I just totally imagine this. Benoit is so benevolent and just wants to be loved. 
  • Flannel - Wolf? Um, I don’t think he needs a costume, he probably just needs to go into battle mode and walk out with Velour (see below). 
  • Flora - Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas. She likely goes all out 
  • Gunther - He’d keep Leon company at home handing out candy, but you can bet he wouldn’t end the night without pranking the daylights out of Leon. 

Because of the tag limit, the kids are posted here

anonymous asked:

Bonjour amazing writer-swan!! >< can I please have luffy's reaction to his new insecure nakama saying something like "Luffy, I don't deserve to be in this crew. How do any of you put up with me? I'm depressive, I think too much and I'm a damn burden"

Bonjour, amazing reader-chwan! :)

Ahhh… Insecurity, our forever nemesis…. This turned out quite long, so I put it under the Read More.

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There are so many pop culture holidays that I never knew were holidays before tumblr!  Well, I knew of four or five before tumblr - and quite a few of them have become things in the 7 and a half years I’ve been on this site …  but still.  We’ve got:

February 13 (Galentine’s Day
March 6th (The Day of the Dude)
March 31st (April Ludgate didn’t know it existed)
April 8th (Rex Manning Day)
April 25th (The Perfect Date)
April 30th (It’s Gonna Be May)
May 4th (May the Fourth)
May 25th (Towel Day)
July 31st (Harry Potter’s Birthday)
September 19th (Talk Like a Pirate Day)
September 22nd (Bilbo and Frodo’s Birthday)
October 3rd (Mean Girls!)
October 13th (Treat Yo Self)
November 12th (Back to the Future Day)
December 10th (Community It’s December 10th! Day)
December 23rd (Christmas Adam)

On Wednesdays we wear pink and lots of people reblog that Supernatural thing?
Today must be a Thursday.  We never could get the hang of Thursdays.  (This is my favorite, but nobody else seems as into it as I am.)

What am I missing?

Remember what I said in a previous post? THIS IS A CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM THE LOVELY TANYA! As you can see, it’s a model kit of The Straw Hat Pirates’ “Going Merry” ship from One Piece! It reminded me a lot of the Gundam models that Keroro would buy for himself, so I felt like I was Keroro for a bit while building it.

I thought I was going to take all winter break to build this thing. Turns out I built it the day it was sent to me. Which was today.


Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 74: The Proposal

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 74: The Proposal

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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CS genre: Future fic

Killian peeked into the oven and nodded in satisfaction as he watched the two ramekins of something called “molten lava cake” bubble merrily away just as Granny had assured him they should.  Glancing at the clock, he set the vase of roses in the center of the kitchen table and then set about lighting the candles he’d procured with Swan’s lad’s help.

After a week and a half of intense preparation, he was finally ready to put his plan into motion. Dinner was prepared, a sufficiently romantic atmosphere was achieved, and the ring lay secure against his skin on its chain around his neck.  He had but to touch up his own appearance and he was ready for the evening at hand.

If all went well, within a few hours’ time, he would be engaged to his True Love.


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With You (Part ¾)
In which Emma and Killian are forced to stay in the Enchanted Forest in the past.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4


Shh! You’ll give us away!”, she hisses at him, digging her elbow into his side. He jumps up a little and opens his mouth to say something but settles on glaring at her instead. They’re huddled behind some bushes watching people mill about them, talking in multiple groups, sometimes moving from one to another, passing news or changes in plans, preparing to fight. There is a tangible disparity in mood between between Emma and Killian, and the people around them. But then again, they are only here to watch.

They’d sneaked into the clearing long before everyone had arrived and hidden in the bushes from where they’d have the perfect vantage point to see Snow and Charming’s speech to their troops.

They had started doing this whenever they could, using the book to learn about important events and sneaking in to watch them unfold. They had avoided the more painful ones, the urge to fix too strong to ignore. The happier stories, especially ones involving her parents were things they looked forward to. They had seen him propose to her by the river, heard her speak in a voice as strong as his sword about how they would reclaim their kingdom. They had tried to be there to watch True Love’s Kiss break her mother’s curse but it had been too difficult with the dwarves keeping such careful watch. Killian had offered to knock one of them out. (They’d never know! I promise!) She had refused of course, preferring not to accidentally mess up their fragile reality. (But, she loved him for offering.)

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poo189  asked:

I'm a history major, and I tell you right now, people who are offended by Columbus Day are too sensitive. This day celebrates an explorer going through uncharted waters and leading to European expansion, which in turn makes the world we have today. It doesn't celebrate slavery. EVERYONE had slaves or would have happily had slaves back then. We might as well be offended by 'talk like a pirate day' since Pirates were actual thieves and murderers. Calm down everyone

Captain Charming Talk Like A Pirate Day fic: Do As I Say, Not As I Do

killihan-jones, you asked for a Captain Charming fic for today and given the flu I’ve been duking it out with this week, this was the best I could do. Here you go:


Do As I Say, Not As I Do

“Ok, David, that’s just…weird. I think you should stop. Now,” Killian could just make out Mary Margaret cautioning her husband from the other side of the door.   

Killian and Emma exchanged glances, and Emma shrugged, shaking her head. 

Just as he was about to knock, Killian heard David respond in an accent not his own, yet more than a little familiar, and paused before touching the door. “Come now, love, you know what day it is!” 

“Oh, no,” Emma groaned, tipping her head back as if pleading with the heavens to open up and take them—or perhaps her father—away from whatever was going on in there.

Killian lowered his hand from the door and tilted his head in Emma’s direction, one eyebrow arched in question and the other furrowed in confusion. Emma winced, then peeked at Killian looking very much chagrined. He could tell she was contemplating turning around by her furtive glances at the stairs, but had no idea why when she’d been happy to go visit originally. Her inner dialog went on for a few more seconds then she sighed and knocked reluctantly on the door.

Mary Margaret’s voice got louder as she came closer to the door, “You do remember he wears a…” the door swung open and they were greeted by a shocked-looking Mary Margaret. “Hook!” she exclaimed with a forced smile. “I mean Killian! Emma! How…unexpected! What are you doing here?” 

Emma stepped through the door first giving her mother a hug. “Dad…asked us to come by?” she said with the same forced smile and some secret code in the tone of her voice that was obviously meant for her mother along the lines of “What the hell is going on?”. 

“Oh? Did he now?” Mary Margaret countered in her own code which he took to mean “No bloody clue,” as she shifted her gaze to her husband then back to Emma and Killian, smile still plastered across her face. 

Killian raised his eyebrows and stood there about as uncomfortable as he’d ever been in their presence. He glanced at the open door behind him wondering if they would be offended if he just slipped out.  

“Ahoy, mate!” David shouted from across the way, waving at Killian and putting a stop to his escape. “Darling, I invited our lovely lass and the good Captain over for a dram to celebrate!” he said—in the same accent as before—while he pulled the rum bottle and glasses from the cupboard. 

Killian caught the beseeching look on Emma’s face aimed at her mother, but Snow only rolled her eyes and shook her head. She turned a weak smile on Killian and stepped aside to let him in the rest of the way. 

“What exactly are we celebrating, Dave?” Killian asked. 

David grinned and held out a tumbler of rum to Killian. “I’m glad you asked, mate! Apparently, today is a very special day in this realm. Aye, they call it ‘Talk Like A Pirate Day,'” he informed them. “Since you are the only pirate I know, I’ve been speaking like you in celebration of the day. Right, love?” he said, winking at Mary Margaret who held up her hands and shook her head, backing away from the conversation. 

“Really, Dad?” Emma asked, her voice rising an octave. “It’s a jo— …It’s  not meant to be … you know what?” she stammered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You talking like him…well, it’s creeping me out,” she blurted.

Killian knocked back his glass of rum, finishing it in one gulp. He placed his hand on Emma’s arm and said, “No, love, it’s alright. You’re father, here, is just showing his appreciation for my former lifestyle. Right, mate?”

David puffed out his chest, nodding proudly. He held up his glass in salute. “Aye! Aye!” 

Killian echoed his nod, slower and with more deliberation. “Well, mate, back on my ship, when anyone appreciated the Captain in such a manner, they often found themselves cleaning out the bilge dregs…” Killian paused and held up his empty glass before continuing, “With their drinking cup and bowl. Messy business that, and often lead to a lack of appetite for several days as you might imagine.” 

He could see David contemplating just such a scenario and he deflated a bit with a queasy look. Emma nudged Mary Margaret with her elbow when her mother snorted behind her hand. The two of them turned away, giggling.

David sighed, refilled Killian’s glass and said as he raised his own, now full, glass, “Aye. I see. Then I shall be forever grateful it is not ‘Live Like A Pirate Day.’ Cheers, mate!” 

“Cheers indeed,” Killian agreed. 


Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Avast ye, mateys, for I set me eyes on a sight like no other, the fantastical smuggler’s den of Coalbeard the Pirate, a black-hearted scalleywag if ever there were! Cap'n Coalbeard be takin’ his hoarded treasure an’ craftin’ himself a port o’ call, a haven for the dastardliest dogs this side o’ Farside. His cove be open to the public, for any crusty barnacles that be lookin’ for some sight-seein’ today!