#captainstudmuffin

[roykent6]

I’m just here for the Oscar pic you said you’d post if people sent asks 🙊😏❤️

you heard it here first folks, send an ask and I will respond with a picture of Oscar that’s saved to my camera roll. here’s yours!

[lifeinahole27]

For Director’s Cut: Tell me about that Dirty Dancing AU! What did you love? What did you dislike? What would you do different? What was your favorite scene? What was the scene you’d hoped people would notice something special about or just really love? Tell me EVERYTHING!

Weren’t you like, sitting on my shoulder the whole time I wrote it?! Bahhhh... Fine.

What did I love? How easy it was to imagine each moment in my head. There were so many moments that were obviously inspired by the movie so getting to see Emma and Killian enact those scenes was so nice and clear and perfect. 

What did I dislike? Two things: one, how it expanded to be this monster. This was originally supposed to be a little bang and by the end of the first draft, I was over the word limit and ultimately dropped out because there was still more to add and I was way beyond out of words. It would’ve been nice if it could’ve behaved a little better. LOL. Two, that I drew a whole dumb map and plotted out a WHOLE BUNCH MORE with different activities that never even made it into the story. Like yeah, writers joke about researching for a half hour for a throwaway line, but this was like... several hours designing and creating Camp Hope and all the activities they did and then no one ever gets in the fucking water or uses the docks. There’s not a single scene in the arts building. NO ONE EVER FUCKING ZIPLINES AND YET... 

What was my favorite scene? HA. Okay, tbh? The first time they have sex. I got in this SUPER zone when I wrote that scene. Like... I can tell you how our living room was set up that day and the fact that my lapdesk was making my legs sweat and I didn’t move for a whole hour, with Solomon Burke’s “Cry to Me” and Sam Cooke’s “Bring it on Home to Me” playing on repeat to keep me in that exact mindset. Besides a day when I cranked out a heap of my Big Bang the year before, this was one of those days where everything was working for me and it was perfect. I loved it. 

What did I write and hope people would notice? Honestly, between what you noticed while reading for me and what readers noticed when I published it, I think every single easter egg I put in there was addressed by someone or another. It’s been a while since I did a read-through of it so I can’t think of any particular details that went unnoticed right now but I know I hid so much in here. I always love when I get those comments about some tiny detail in a story so I’m glad that other people seem to find my stuff!

There. Is that enough? Did I cover everything?? <3<3<3

[captainswanouat]

COMING SOON - Chills and Thrills: A ‘rival ghost hunter shows forced to work together for a joint TV special’ CS AU by @captainstudmuffin for @cssns

“Killian Jones is nothing but a bit of eye candy with a frat boy complex and an ego to match. Let’s not pretend like the only reason they got popular was because they were pretty. He’s a complete joke and so is his show.”

“You forgot to mention the accent, love.”

Emma whirls around at the familiar gruff, accented voice and the only reason she isn’t mortified is because of how unfazed Killian appears by her less than pleasant assessment of him. The smirk on his face and the amused lift of his brow raise her hackles immediately.

“The Network loves it,” he grins, the dimples deepening in his cheeks.

“They certainly love to capitalize on it.” A man emerges from behind Killian, taller, broader shouldered, but eyes the same fierce blue, and Emma recognizes him immediately as Liam, the elder and protective -- if the look on his face is anything to go by -- Jones.

Liam takes a wide stance and folds his arms across his chest. He appears about as excited as Emma is over the whole thing, and she probably would have taken some comfort in that if he didn’t look to be sizing her up. The rest of their crew filters into the tent and it starts to feel too cramped for her liking while the tension continues to mount. Mary Margaret is, of course, the first to break the ice and issue a warm welcome to the Boo Brothers & Co.

Handshakes are exchanged amongst all, save for Liam, who merely nods at her when Emma extends her hand out. She’ll never admit embarrassment, but the heat that burns in her cheeks tells a different story. Killian continues to prove to be the much warmer of the two, lingering over their introduction with eyes full of mirth and the corners of his lips tugged up. He holds onto her hand for longer than is comfortable and for a brief moment Emma thinks he’s going to do something stupid like...bend over and kiss it.

“The feeling might not be mutual, but I very much look forward to working with you,” he says, just loud enough for her to hear.

It surprises her, to say the least, then he’s backing away, calling for his team to setup so they can begin filming. She doesn’t miss Liam’s icy glare when he steps out of the tent, and she also doesn’t miss the way Killian looks back at her before he exits after his brother. This time, though, the heat warming her face feels like it’s for an entirely different reason.

[vigilantewives]

captainstudmuffin replied to your post: Now that the show is over, I have thoughts cause...

Yeap. I’m just going to ignore that bs and focus on CS with their lil flapjack ^_^

lol that’s all that really matters in the end.

[onceland]

x

[seastarved]

Oops, CS + nose kiss in modern au* 🙊 (I got a little click happy LOL)

Hahaha! <33

Ok, here goes,

There is a haze about her. Something warm and gold and glowing that shines around the edges of her face, blurring softly into the gold of her hair. She shakes her head as she speaks, her lips curving into a soft smile before breaking into a laugh, her shoulders rising, more of her hair escaping her braid, wisps of it floating about her sparkling eyes.

It’s sometime after midnight he thinks, or perhaps earlier, he’d lost track somewhere between his third glass of wine and falling into her lap on their best friends’ sofa, her fingers in his hair, her eyes warm and twinkling when he’d asked if he could stay there. They’d gotten engaged this afternoon, Mary Margaret and David, his best friends and hers and they’d wanted to celebrate.

The celebration had started earlier that evening, their friends’ apartment door swinging open and close many, many times until their tiny loft was packed with friends and family and love. As the night had gone on, people had begun to leave until it was just them. The closest, dearest friends left in the room, lounging on any horizontal surface available to them, their voices lowering, their laughter growing softer, warmer.

She says something again, her voice lost to him, his eyes trailing up the skin of her chest above her shirt, up up the long line of her neck, along the length of her jaw to the blurred and faded outline of her lipstick. A lock of hair falls out of her braid, floating gently down to her collarbone, shining softly, that haze about her glowing brighter.

It is probably the lantern that hangs over the kitchen counter, the yellow light of the bulb glowing behind her but it is late and there is slow burn in his veins and had the sun been shining, had been less tipsy, less content, less warm and safe and happy, perhaps the voice of reason, of fear and restraint in his mind would have been louder. She is his closest friend, he knows her. He knows her heart is as careful with love as his is reckless. But he’s too far gone tonight and his wanting heart pays no heed to the mumble of protest from his mind as his hand reaches up to follow the path of his eyes.

Ruby says something behind him, or perhaps it is Elsa, he can’t quite concentrate, his fingers floating just above the flushed skin of her neck, rosy and warm from the night and the laughter that rings through her still.

He reaches for the lock of hair on her collarbone, fingers closing around the softness of the strands before pulling gently. He sees her eyebrows rise before she looks down at him, her gaze questioning, the embers of her laugh still lingering upon her lips.

“Hmm?”

Her eye liner is smudged, trailing away from the corner of her eye, her cheeks as rosy as her neck had been as she looks down at him. He lets go of her hair, moving up instead to brush his thumb against the edge of the liner, wiping it away where it had spread, his hand cupping her cheek.

He feels her sharp intake of breath rather than hears it, his fingers moving away from her skin as soon as he does, his eyes moving away from the glow of her cheek to meet hers.

And he is caught, trapped in her gaze as they look at one another, his hand still floating on the edge of her cheek. Her eyes flicker between his and he swears that he can see her thoughts as though they were written on her face. He sees her drift quickly between surprise, delight, fear and anticipation. He knows that look well, he’s seen it many times over the last few months. Her shoulders tensing and retreating, her face closing off anytime they had come close. Any time they had come as close as they had done that night that she’d kissed him in a rush of burning colour.

But tonight had felt different. Her eyes more open, her smile easier, her touch soft as she had allowed them to get closer than they had been in a while. Tonight still feels different as she doesn’t pull away, a soft smile curving her lips as she pulls on his hair a little.

“You’re cold.”

Her voice is low, all but a whisper as she speaks the words that fall into the space between them.

“You’re beautiful.”

The words spill from his lips easily, his heart thumping in joy, his cheeks flushing with warmth when he sees her smile grow, her other hand smacking his chest.

“Shut up. You’re drunk.”

“Perhaps,” he shrugs, a grin on his face as his fingers drop from near her face to her collarbone, pushing her hair away from her skin, “You’re still beautiful.”

She only chuckles, shakes her head before leaning in close, her perfume flooding his senses as she presses a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away.

And for the second time ever, Killian Jones loses all his words. She grins at him one last time before leaning back into the couch, her attention back to whatever conversation she had been having with Ruby or Elsa or whoever before this. He doesn’t know if their friends had noticed anything and perhaps tonight he doesn’t care. Her fingers scratch gently against his skin, tugging softly on his hair and he closes his eyes, breathing deeply and sinking into the moment.

Perhaps there is hope yet.

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[emma-swan]

@captainstudmuffin // he's wearing a blue button down and jeans! he even shaved so there's not much facial hair today!

[captainswanbigbang]

CSBB Author Spotlight: captainstudmuffin

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @captainstudmuffin! (Formerly @i-know-how-you-kiss!)

What is your writing process like?

Endless weeping. Just kidding. I do my best work laying on my stomach in my bed with a pupper curled up into my side, either late at night or early in the morning. No music, just the sound of my keyboard. I also use Focus Writer to keep track of my word count and writing streak! Sometimes I have a snack or a mug of tea closeby, but for the most part, I'm just super simple and low key in how I approach bringing a story to life :)

What do you think your greatest strength is as a writer?

Creating intimate, emotional, and impactful moments.

What’s a particular trope or kind of story you’ve wanted to try, but haven’t gotten to yet?

I think I've dabbled in everything at this point. I've been writing fic since S2!

Who is your favorite OUAT character to write?

Killian! I like to explore his layers and complexity.

If you participated in the first Captain Swan Big Bang, what was the experience like for you? What are you looking forward to this time around?

I signed up but didn't make it to the first check-in. I'm mostly looking forward to finally getting this story out of my head.

Favorite Fics:

All That Glitters (Tumblr)

ATG had started as a purely self-indulgent ballroom dancing fic, but I've gotten some of the most heartwarming messages about it, people who were touched by certain aspects of it and just really took to it. It sort of took on a life of its own and I'm super excited to finish it this year too.

Ten, Twenty-five, One Hundred Lifetimes (AO3)

This little 'soulmates that keep finding each other' fic is by far one of my favorite things to have ever written. It was a labor of love for sure and I've been told that it's the kind of story that stays with people, which is all I could ever hope to accomplish as a writer.

Canon In D Major (AO3)

I love this little universe so much. This too has been a labor of love and I've often called it a study on intimacy and relationship development, and it's got some of my favorite exchanges and bits of dialogue between characters.

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