Hello again everyone! Please help me welcome @distant-rose back to the CSSNS!
Rose is an extremely talented writer and I am sooo thrilled to welcome her back to the event this year! Everyone go say hi!
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@distant-rose
How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?
2.5 years but it feels like forever
When did you start shipping Captain Swan?
December 2016
What drew you to this event?
I participated last year. I wrote a ridiculous story about selkies on Martha's Vineyard and now I'm writing a ridiculous story about baby gods traveling across Europe because Zeus is a dick.
What inspired your topic?
I have a massive love for world mythology and have since I was young. When I was a kid I used to read a mythological anthology on my grandfather's coffee table so I didn't have to talk to him. Until of course, I took it one day when I was 12. It now sits on my coffee table.
Aside for a giant love for world mythology, the story itself is inspired by American Gods, Percy Jackson and Clash of the Titans. The concept was originally going to be an original fiction idea until one of my best friends convinced me to convert it into a Captain Swan story. Blame @katie-dub.
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Emma watched in stunned silence as the cut on the Killian's face closed of its own accord, the flesh knitting together before her eyes until there was only a faint scar left. She took a step back, unsure of who she was more afraid of - this man who had killed five men effortlessly and could miraculously heal or herself.
“What the fuck are you?” She whispered.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
“A god.”
Emma stared at him in stunned silence, waiting for him to crack a smile or give any indication that he was joking. He merely returned her stare with one of his own, looking as pensive and slightly insane with another drop of blood slid down his face, following the contours of his nose. She wasn't sure whose blood it was at this point - his or the slaughtered men.
“You've got to be joking," she replied, shaking her head. "This is insane! You're insane! There's no such thing as gods!"
“I'm afraid you're wrong on all accounts,” he said grimly, stepping forward over the bodies laying on the floor. “But the real question, Emma Swan, is who are you?”
“Me? I’m no one. Human, I guess.”
“Sorry, love, but the last time I checked, humans couldn’t do that,” he replied, gesturing the massive hole in the wall. Emma cringed slightly as more plaster crumbled to the ground.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said, shaking her head. “I swear! I’m nothing special. Just Emma.”
“Well, ‘Just Emma’, whether you’ve done it before or not doesn’t matter. What matters is the facts. You just sent two gods through a wall with a giant ball of light you managed to conjure without even thinking. You seem like a great number of things, love, but none of them are human, trust me.”
Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.
I've beta'd for many projects before including for @katie-dub and @searchingwardrobes on their CSBB projects. I'm excited to work on another project this summer.
What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?
Bringing something unique and fresh to the table. I'm curious what people are going to think of it.
Well, I can tell you right now, that I cannot wait for Rose’s fic!!! And I’m sure it’ll be absolutely FANTASTIC! It will drop on July 17. Everyone go say hi and welcome Rose back to the CSSNS!
Excerpt from: Lingering by @distant-rose (She left a whumpy detail undescribed so ... obviously I had to write the backstory thing.) Starts as an angsty chat, turns into fanficing in @pirate-owl‘s inbox....as I do. Complete with occasional conversational detours for @distant-rose‘s entertainment :P
She finds a particularly jagged scar cutting across the left side of abdomen, cleverly hidden by the dark body of a vicious looking shark. She runs her fingers along it, studying it with a small frown.“Where did you get this guy?”
“The shark? Ages ago. Was drunk and thought it would look menacing.”
“I wasn’t talking about the shark,” Emma replies, deliberating tracing the old wound and looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “I’m talking about the scar.”
Killian is silent for a long moment, to the point that Emma is certain that he’s never going to answer her. However, he opens his mouth and lets out a shaky breath before speaking in a low voice just above a whisper. “When I was boy…There was a captain of a ship who…he…he wasn’t a good man and he threatened my brother with a knife when he thought we were knicking his rum…I got in between them.”
“How old were you?”
“Ten.”
@gusenitsaa : I mean that’s an @icecubelotr44 level tempting tidbit
@pirate-owl : wow Liam would have been pissed.Not at the man threatening him, he is used to threats, but at his idiot little brother who got in the way. And Liam is better at defusing a potentially violent situation than Killian is. No one might have been stabbed if Killian hadn't gotten involved. Or Liam might have, but since when has that mattered to Liam?
Gusenitsaa: Also, ironically I suspect Liam was actually nicking his rum. How else does he usually manage to have a bit on hand for when Killian gets himself hurt?
Pirate-Owl: Ugh! That just makes it worse! :’( :’( :’( Ooooh! Do you that is what gives Liam his insanely protective complex?
Gusenitsaa: I dunno. Killian is what, 10. How long has brennan been gone at that point in your head canon?
Pirate-Owl: Killian was nine or ten when Brennan sold them. At least in my headcanon.
Gusenitsaa: Right.... the actors age thing is screwing me up again because lil' liam is definitely not 16-17
Pirate-Owl: It can go as low as maybe seven or eight if I really want an age gap. But yeah, Liam I usually headcanon as maybe five years older than Killian, and that is at the upper limit of the age gap.
Gusenitsaa: Well I guess it depends on that. If brennan had been gone for three years before this happened I kinda doubt liam managed to avoid a complex for so long. But if this is fairly soon after brennan left its definitely the kind of mess that could traumatize him into the obsessed-with-protecting-the-little-one mess we know and love
Pirate-Owl: Yeah. If this is soon, then it could totally be where Liam got his complex. But I think he managed to avoid a complex for like a week before he was that lovable traumatized mess.
Gusenitsaa: And we know I do love the head canon that it wasn't just a gradual transition. I do love the idea of " Something " happening that triggered him to suddenly realign every priority the way he does
Pirate-Owl: Yeah. I think it makes more sense. I mean you could make a convincing argument for Brennan selling them being the Something, but honestly it's more interesting fun in line with what little we know about him before and after if there was some other specific catalyst that prompted it
Gusenitsaa: yeah almost watching your 10 year old brother die because you weren't careful covering your tracks knicking the supplies you need
Pirate-Owl: That does seem like a fairly extreme Something.
Gusenitsaa: course its worse if it wasn't actually about rum as a disinfectant and it was a teenaged liam's half a second of being a normal teenage boy.....
Pirate-Owl: :’( Which is why he never lets himself be a normal teenage boy ever again. :’( :’( :’(
Gusenitsaa: Like 15 yo Liam: does something that like 90% of teenagers have done at some point *almost gets his little brother killed * Well.... I guess I'll just never ever be a kid ever again. cool. cool.
Pirate-Owl: Yeah. Sounds exactly like Liam.
Gusenitsaa:
It hadn’t even been enough to get him tipsy.
It was a feeble protest and one that he was smart enough to keep locked behind his lips when the captain confronted him about the swallow of rum that he shouldn’t have possibly been able to notice was missing from the captain’s bottle and maybe he didn’t know -maybe he just guessed- Liam’s mind was scrambling. It was a stupid, foolish impulse. A reckless and useless act of rebellion against a situation he couldn’t escape and he’d regretted it practically as soon as the liquid burned its way passed his lips. That was two days ago now and he’d thought it had gone unnoticed.
Until now.
The captain looked like he’d had more than a swallow or two by the time he confronted Liam, cornering him below where he’d been helping Killian to stack crates. He thought at first he was going to be yelled at for assisting his little brother… again… but it was nonsense. Killian, all of ten years old last week he shoved the bitterness down further and closed that trunk hard He was too little to lift the crates, and couldn’t reach high enough to tie them securely in place. Liam had wondered more than once if giving this job to a nine ten year old was more about giving him an excuse to ‘correct’ the boy later than it was about actually wanting the hold ‘organized.’
Pirate-Owl: :’( :’( :’(
Gusenitsaa:
Regardless, the captain seemed not even to notice Killian, who shrank back behind a crate instinctively when he came bellowing down. Liam shot his brother a look that he hoped communicated do. not. move. and glanced into the enraged and drunken eyes of their owner captain.
If he admitted it, he was dead.
Stealing from the captain didn't have degrees on this ship so Liam adopted an apologetic submissive expression... then lied through his teeth. "I never would, captain, I swear it.'
The captain was unimpressed, pressing closer until Liam could smell the rum. It smelled far fouler now on his captain’s breath than it had tasted.
“You’re worthless-“ the captain sneered. “Don’t know why I keep either of you brats.”
Liam shoved the indignation down and kept his tone calm and deferring. “We work hard, Cap’n.”
“Just another damned mouth to feed. It’s no wonder your father left you behind. I should have kept the boat.”
Yes, you should have.
He kept his eyes locked in the captain’s direction, trying to suppress the urge to glance at Killian to see his reaction. Even at barely ten years old he gave Liam's temper a run for its money. Twice the fire and half the will to keep it reigned in, all in a tiny package barely tall enough to reach the top of one of these crates .
Apologize first. Avert the captain’s rage first. Hate him later. Survive first, think later.
“I’m sorry you think so, cap’n-“
The captain sneered and didn’t let him finish, charging forward before Liam had time to blink. He sees a flash of silver and he froze, unable to think, unable to decide… can’t fight back, it’ll get them killed, can’t run away there’s no where to run.
And then every alarm bell in his 15 year old brain went off at once because his little spitfire-of-a-brother had darted out from behind the crate faster than lightening.
“No, K-“ It was too late. Killian barreled between Liam and his captain. A quiet hiss of breath and the captain stumbled back. Rage and confusion balanced precariously for a moment that something had come between him and his target. Then the man grinned and Liam’s stomach sank. He reached for Killian, tugging him behind him an eternity too late as the captain laughed.
There was blood on his hands. It took Liam a moment to realize that it was on his own hands too.
Pirate-Owl: :’( :’( :’(
Gusenitsaa:
He took his eyes off his laughing captain to where he held Killian pressed to his side with one arm. Killian looked a little sick and his hands were pressed tight to his stomach, bright red blood seeping between his fingers.
No.
Liam turned fully to Killian as he sagged, the words of the captain entirely irrelevant now. He thought he’d heard something about ‘a lesson’ but he just didn’t care enough to turn back. Apparently the captain decided that he’d done enough because a blade didn’t slide between his ribs while he sank to the ground with Killian.
“Killian what the devil were you thinking?” he hissed. Killian grinned up at him. It was more grimace than grin, admittedly, but Liam saw the defiant spark in his little brother’s eye and shook his head, hands hesitating for only a moment before pulling off his tunic to press it against the wound. He wished he had something better, something cleaner, but there was nothing in this room save boxes and ropes and Killian’s smirk had fallen, replaced with a groan as Liam pressed down on it.
“That’s what you get, you-” He trailed off, Some poorly thought through chastisement on the tip of his tongue but his mouth dried up on the word ‘bloody.’ “Killian, look at me.”Killian’s eyes slanted open and Liam nodded. “Good. It’s not bad, all right? You’re going to fine. I’m going to take care of you.”
Pirate-Owl: (Do at least try to remember that Killian has to survive to tell the story of the scar later)
Gusenitsaa: plot twist, it wasn't liam's first deal with a devil. except even I'm not awful enough to kill a fictional ten year old
Pirate-Owl: It's always good to know what your limit is. Stabbing a fictional ten year old is acceptable but killing one isn't.
Gusenitsaa: technically distant rose stabbed him
Pirate-Owl : She didn't run with it!
Gusenitsaa: I'm just leveraging it to break a 15 year old utterly...
Pirate-Owl: *sideeyes*
Gusenitsaa:
“Killian, look at me.” Killian’s eyes slanted open and Liam nodded. “Good. It’s not bad, all right? You’re going to fine. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I know,” came the breathy response. The words hurt. Gods they hurt more than anything Killian could have said in that moment. Killian trusted him. Trusted him completely and this was all his fault…(though I suspect later brennan will get his share of the blame)
Pirate-Owl: :’( :’( :’(
Gusenitsaa:
He thought that quiet assurance had hurt more than anything else could. He was wrong. One moment Killian's gaze had been steady and assured then something in Liam's face must have faltered and Killian's face fell with it, a hint of a scared ten year old peaking through the cracks.
"It's alright," Liam reassured quietly, fighting to keep the uncertainty from his voice and his hands steady. He desperately wanted to lift the fabric slightly, but he was afraid to remove the makeshift bandage which already seemed to be doing so little to slow the flow of blood. He pulled a small knife in a leather sheath from his pocket. It didn't belong to him, was just granted to him for the job of cutting the ropes."Bite down on this," Liam said quietly, and Killian obliged, all too familiar with this dance. Liam folded the messy layers of his now scarlet tunic on top of each other to thicken the bandage and pressed down hard. "Sorry, little brother," he muttered under his breath when Killian went stiff, a small whimper all the noise he permitted himself. He was too young. Too young to know how to do that.
Liam cursed Brennan again.
The blood chilled on Liam's hands and Killian shivered. He was pale and looked a little glassy eyed but he held Liam's gaze for a moment. Liam tugged him closer, risking taking one hand from the wound to pull Killian into his lap. Killian rested his head against Liam, looking sleepy and befuddled, as though he'd just woken up from a long nap. He should be in a warm bed with a doctor to care for him. He shouldn't be here at all.
Pirate-Owl: :’(
Gusenitsaa:
The sheath fell from Killian's mouth as his head dropped heavier against his brother, dragged under by a tide of exhaustion and blood loss. The blade landed with a thump on the wood next to them, and Liam's rising panic was calmed slightly by Killian meeting his eyes. "Just resting" Killian said weakly. Liam's eyes slipped to the knife next to them. It was a little thing, barely long enough for the job he was expected to do with it.
Long enough to rip out the captain's throat.
The thought came to him in a surprising calmness. It wasn't threat or despair. He just knew, in that moment, that if Killian didn't survive neither would the captain.It was little comfort.
(It is a truth universally acknowledged that in every universe... liam is one bad day away from murder. Apparently even at 15)
Pirate-Owl: (Does it really count as murder if he is killing the man who owns him?)
Gusenitsaa: justifiable homicide is probably not a thing that exists in this contexts though it probably should
Pirate-Owl: Yeah. I don't think the crew would care why.
Gusenitsaa:
Killian's shivering was growing worse by the moment, and Liam tugged him closer, wondering if he dared move Killian yet. There wasn't much in terms of blankets aboard, but this time of year there was little competition for them, the room felt warm to Liam even as Killian trembled. Killian had always been the little one, and now, fighting for every crust, Liam supposed he always would be. He could move Killian, yes, but it would mean taking the pressure off his wound. Was it a good trade for the chance to get him wrapped up in some blankets and ease the trembling? He took Killian's hand and his little brother opened one eye. "Can you hold it?" he asked quietly.
Killian nodded instantly, agreeing probably before he’d had the chance to think about it. Liam waited a moment to see if he would change his mind. Killian’s hand replaced Liam’s and Liam scooped Killian up quickly, making for the crews quarters.
It was a risk. There were some among the crew who would use this weakness to their advantage, but Liam had a blade in his pocket and he couldn’t hide Killian in the hold forever. He needed water and blankets and a real doctor.
Pirate-Owl: :’( :’(
Gusenitsaa:
This crew had no real doctor. They had a surgeon. A man who was more accurately described as a butcher than a doctor. Good for little more than wrapping up wounds and chopping off limbs. Liam shuddered slightly at the thought. He could find the blankets and water at least.
He settled Killian in the bunk they shared. It was a tiny thing, though that rarely bothered them. It was unusual for them to share a shift off, in fact it only ever happened when one of them was injured badly enough that the captain was forced to give them a few hours of unscheduled relief or risk the loss of a pair of working hands and then it was a relief to have the other close enough to watch their back. Today was no exception. Liam hesitated, once Killian was settled, the prospect of leaving him alone unnerving. He fished the tiny knife from his pocket and pressed it into Killian's grip.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." Killian had done well, jaw tight, but letting no sound of weakness escape him as Liam carried him into the crew's quarters. Now he whimpered slightly and Liam tousled his hair. "Count to 100 little brother, and I'll be back."
Killian nodded and Liam could see his lips moving, the count beginning under his breath. Liam did the same, moving from the side of the cot in search of water and blankets. 4...5...6...
The warmth of the season meant sheets were available, fortunately, though stashed in various nooks and crannies. When he found them they were musty from the hold but thankfully dry. 40... 41... 42... He shook them out and threw several over a shoulder. Water was both easier and harder, depending on who watched the barrel today. 56... 57... 58... Liam was relieved to see one of the younger crewman there. He had no taste for generosity or for malace, which was about as good as he could hope for. Liam offered both Killian's flask and his own to the man for their daily water ration and he filled it without objection. It was very nearly the only thing that had gone right today.
He returned to Killian's side before he reached 90 and Killian gave him a relieved smile. Liam helped him sit up and Liam cut a strip from one of the cleaner sheets to serve as a bandage. Liam tied it overtop of his now scarlet tunic, still too afraid to risk moving it yet. He pulled out Killian's flask and offered it to him. "Slowly," he warned. They were not becalmed and water rations were reasonable at the moment but they didn't have enough to risk Killian being sick even with Liam’s own flask full as well. Killian sipped at the flask and Liam helped him lay down again with a grimace, tucking the sheets in around Killian tightly. His motions were quick and efficient and he barely realized how little he'd spoken to Killian since this all started until Killian's small voice jerked him out of his head.
"Are you angry with me, Liam?"
"No." Liam replied instantly, without thinking, and then he glanced sideways at Killian. Sod it. "Yes. Yes, I am you idiot you could have been killed."
"He was going to hurt you. You'd have done it for me."
"That's different," Liam snapped, not bothering to explain. "Promise me you'll never do that again."
Killian shook his head and Liam stared bewildered.
"I mean it Killian, promise"
Pirate-Owl: I feel like sobbing emojis are redundant... and yet...
Gusenitsaa:
Killian shook his head again and Liam cursed his stupid stubborn git-of-a-brother who was so determined to drive him mad. He was ten. Ten years old and already more stubborn than a mule. He was just a kid, and yet somehow inexplicably felt it was a reasonable thing to refuse to promise not to step in front of a knife again.
Liam wanted to shake him. To order him, to beg him to make that promise but he could see the futility of it in Killian's eyes. He sighed instead. Killian was still trembling and Liam shifted, helping Killian to move a bit towards the wall so he could lay along the edge of the cot, between Killian and the rest of the crew's quarters.
honestly I really didn’t care for the Regina flashbacks in the 100th episode. What exactly did it add to Regina’s character that we didn’t already know? Like cool Regina doesn’t like her birthday because she’s sad and lonely. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Evil Queen Regina was lonely and sad deep down. Like did we really need to see her throw a temper tantrum on her birthday?
9. Which character arc was more like a line?
I gotta agree with you and say Henry, the poor kid really had nothing to do other than hold the storybook and say “you can do it mom!” I didn’t watch season 7 so maybe he gets a little more development there?
16. Worst casting decision?
Maybe Hercules? Not that he did a bad job with what he was given but that kid was you know a kid. When I think Hercules I don’t picture someone who’s like 16 years old.
18. What plot hole do you desperately want filled?
Not really a plot hole but more a mechanic of the show, magic and how and who can use it has always really confused me. Is it genetic? Is it just given? Does everyone have some sort of latent magical ability but one can choose to hone it and train and get more power? Because Belle, Snow, and Killian all use magic at one point in the series but they aren’t “magic users” like Regina, Emma, and Zelena are. I get that it’s a show about fairytales and things like magic don’t have to be explained but it seems like there’s no internal logic to how magic works in OUAT and it’s super frustrating to think about.
26. Most problematic event on the show?
all the cases of male rape on the show that are NEVER ADDRESSED AT ALL. Graham, Robin, and Killian are all violated and the show never acknowledges how fucked up it is. In fact the only time it’s brought up Regina is confronting Zelena about violating Robin, but nevermind the fact that Regina kept Graham as a sexual slave for 28 plus years! It truly is vile how the show seems to disregard these events
30. What character is the actual worst?
Rumple, god I just hate wishy washy characters. Rumple just flip flops on what side he’s on every other episode and it just makes him a frustrating character to watch. Either have him be evil, good, or learn how to write him as a truly morally grey character who’s only on his own side.
What do you do with a boring Sunday and a love for @distant-rose ’s Little Pirates verse? Create this of course! I absolutely love this universe and it’s easily my favorite fanfiction. I wanted to try to recreate the characters and this is what came out.
I realize that the looks aren’t exactly accurate but I tried to make them as close as possible. I made sure the eye and hair color was relatively accurate (with quite a bit of editing) and I even made Neddy’s hair curly. I also made sure I wrote their names in their favorite colors (that took a while to find) and gave them a little insignia relating to their character. Obviously, all the kids are younger in these pics but I like it that way.
Do you ever just... tear up and smile when you see a fic that you haven't read in years but you loved so much? And then you can help but read it again?
