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The Grand Marshall Sash which Colin O'Donoghue will proudly wear on St Patrick's Day, which is sponsored by Alterations By Mandy every year. [source]
This is the cutest thing ever and I love it for him ❤️❤️❤️
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Vocivore, Ltd. (44 of 46)
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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, @courtorderedcake, @facesiousbutton82 <3
***THE MOST WONDERFUL, HEARTBREAKING, and BEAUTIFULLY WHUMPY COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE and HERE!!!!!!!!!*************
***LETHAL Chapter 19 art in all of its BLOODSTAINED GLORY!!!!************
**POOR STABBED KILLIAN falling into the sheriff station! Ch. 7 & 23 art!!**
****KILLIAN AND HIS MASTER IN THE GORGEOUS CATHEDRAL!!!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER 1 ART THAT KILLS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********
*CH 34 ART! A DEFEATED KILLIAN, HEAD BOWED BEFORE HIS MASTER!!*
***CH 36 ART! DETECTIVE JONES BOWS BEFORE HIS NEW MASTER!!!!!!***
***AAAAHHHH!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!***
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Present (Tuesday)…
Detective Jones’ first impression, as Regina pushed his wheelchair into Killian’s room, was that his twin looked markedly worse than when he’d last seen him. Not that he’d expected a miraculous recovery–magic was still being suppressed somehow, so any healing would have to be done in a conventional manner–but Jones would have thought that a few days of intensive medical care might afford him some measure of regained strength. Instead, he appeared even more gaunt then before, and very little color could be seen on his skin, apart from the purplish black where bruising still had a gruesome foothold. His eyes were closed, lids brushed with dusky shadows, and he wore a barely discernible frown, as if suffering from pain even in sleep. Emma was at his bedside, of course, resting one hand over his bandaged arm where it lay atop his blanket. Henry was there too, sitting in a chair in an out-of-the-way corner of the room. He was the first to notice the new arrivals, and he greeted them with a wan smile.
ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS ONE... *sobs*
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Me: Hey guys. I’d like to get a photo of Adam accepting this row boat in trade for Colin.
Adam: hysterical laughing
Colin: Um… Er… Um… Yeah, alright.
Everyone seems happy with the arrangement. 😁
THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING EVER LDKSHGAKJFDGH
ADAM’S FACE LMAO HE’S SO PLEASED WITH THIS DEAL
LIKE, HE’D REVIEW IT “10/10 I LOVE A GOOD ROWBOAT”
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Vocivore, Ltd. (38 of 45?)
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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, @courtorderedcake, @facesiousbutton82 <3
***THE MOST WONDERFUL, HEARTBREAKING, and BEAUTIFULLY WHUMPY COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE and HERE!!!!!!!!!*************
***LETHAL Chapter 19 art in all of its BLOODSTAINED GLORY!!!!************
**POOR STABBED KILLIAN falling into the sheriff station! Ch. 7 & 23 art!!**
****KILLIAN AND HIS MASTER IN THE GORGEOUS CATHEDRAL!!!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER 1 ART THAT KILLS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********
*CH 34 ART! A DEFEATED KILLIAN, HEAD BOWED BEFORE HIS MASTER!!*
***CH 36 ART! DETECTIVE JONES BOWS BEFORE HIS NEW MASTER!!!!!!***
***AAAAHHHH!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!***
Present (Friday, continued)…
Emma couldn’t hold back her tears as she crouched before the mutilated form of her husband. He’d been stabbed in the chest and through the hand, and his right shoulder hung grotesquely out of place. Blood caked his face and pooled in livid swellings from a recent beating. Red droplets dripped sluggishly off the tip of his nose and splattered, barely visible, onto the rust-tinged burlap on his torso. A haphazard mess of surgical staples did little to contain bone-deep lacerations on either side of his ankle. And a line of slowly oozing punctures trailed their way up both inner thighs until disappearing beneath the sackcloth smock.
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD it’s so good
#killian jones#wish hook#captain swan#fanfic#vocivore#author: hookaroo#wounded#stabbed#puncture wounds#aw hell everything#everything hurts and he's dying#it's great#(but don't let him die though)#i love this so much#it's perfect#where's the next chapter#i want to have babies with it#is that even possible#i will find out
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Vocivore, Ltd. (22 of 40?)
A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC
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***THE MOST WONDERFUL COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE!!!!!******
***NEW!!!!!!! LETHAL Chapter 19 art in all of its BLOODSTAINED GLORY!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!***
5 weeks ago, continued…
The portal sizzled closed behind Emma, leaving Killian and Rumplestiltskin alone in the clearing. According to the plan, Emma needed at least a small head start so that the blame for Hope’s disappearance could fall solely on Killian’s shoulders. But during all of their careful scheming, Killian had concealed something from her: his grudging conclusions about how he would spend the time while he waited.
Without a word, the Dark One promptly spun on his heel and headed off in the direction of his temporary lodging. Sighing reluctantly, Killian called out a commanding,
“Oi!”
Rumple stopped but didn’t turn back; Killian rolled his eyes and adopted a casual tone.
“What’s your rush, mate? Surely you could spare me a few moments more, for old times’ sake?”
Bringing this back, because Colin never goes out of style (x)
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We’re All Mad Here
Just a short fic that’s super late for Day 1 (Tower Tales) for KnightRook A History.
He couldn’t recall the fine details of childhood. Large moments that were laced with heartache or rage seeped into his memory time and again, but the everyday emotions? Those little milestones that came with developing from a willful toddler to an adult? Those moments had faded centuries ago.
Yet, even with only mere whispers of his life between sharp recollections of grief or anger, Killian knew Alice was unique. He’d done what he could to read books or listen to midwives in the village near their tower. He’d slipped into a tavern or two and discussed fatherhood with fellow patrons who had the blessed ability to rely on another person when times became tough.
He didn’t need another person to confirm what he already knew deep in his bones: his Alice saw the world differently. She now sat curled against the wall, legs tight against her chest as she rocked herself, hands burying her face.
“Alice, love?” he asked gently, settling beside her. “Did you have another bad daydream? Or are you remembering a nightmare?”
At first she didn’t answer, then a little sob came from behind her hands and he instinctively pulled her to him. He could feel her shaking with sobs and his heart ached like it was shredding to ribbons.
“Shhh, Starfish. It’s alright. Just talk to Papa, huh? Tell me what’s wrong.”
A long quiet stretched between them until she finally managed a broken, “It’s me.”
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO HERE, KILL ME?!
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Roni & Rogers
OH MY GOD BLEE THIS IS PERFECT AND I LOVE IT <3
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What Lies Beneath The Mask-Sketch Edition
in order to finish @hollyethecurious
Poster - read the fic!
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Another CS pic from the book. Just rip my heart right out, Craig, thanks.
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Anonymous asked:
Captain Floor needs a proper fic..
You are absolutely right!
I present to you…
Captain Floor: A Love Story
A/N: For OUAT Write Your Weird Week. This is weird because 1. it is an enemies to friends to lovers trope, which I’ve never written before 2. IT’S A CAPTAIN FLOOR FIC!!
Rated … dear god I don’t even know. A for unexpected Captain Floor angsty feels?? / Unbeta’d because I was too embarrassed to ask anyone.
Animosity. Hatred. Discontent. Resentment. Those were the feelings in the beginning of their relationship. It was a cold, hard, unyielding offering that showed little measure of comfort to Killian in those early years.
The floor.
How he’d despised it back then.
Relegated to sleep in a dusty corner of it after his father had abandoned him and his brother, Killian had longed for the lumpy mattress and itchy wool blanket over the filth and stench of the hold floor.
Their relationship was not much improved during his tumultuous adolescence. Swabbing muck from its surface well into the evening only to wake in his own sick from where he’d passed out on it from too much rum the night before. He’d thought he’d been able to leave it behind for good when he and Liam had finally escaped the bondage of servitude. Officers quarters with a suitable bunk and duties far above the station of having to labor over its boards, Killian relished those years where the floor remained beneath his feet and not under his back.
But then…
Slumped down, with the weight of his brother pressing him against the floor, it seemed to mock him at being abandoned once more, but that same cruelty had not been present after Milah’s death. If anything, it had welcomed him to find respite upon its surface when he could not bring himself to sleep in the bed he’d shared with his love. It held no judgment when he drank himself into a stupor during those long Neverland nights. It even became his co-conspirator when he’d utilized it to sell the lie of being a lone survivor after a massacre, then later when he’d continued to lay upon it, pretending to still be knocked out so the Swan girl could make her way back to her land.
How many times had it caught him when a foe had knocked him down? Or when the love of his life had to ram that cursed sword into his gut to save everyone from his own villainy. It had held them both when she’d wept over his body, and its cold, hard surface had provided numbing relief in the Underworld after the beatings he’d endured at Hades hand.
Now that he was back in the land of the living, climbing the front steps of the house he’d selected for their future, Killian had only one agenda in mind. After crossing the threshold of the front door he dropped to his knees and pressed his lips against the cool surface of the floor. He was finally home.
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Killian Jones + Pinned against wall/floor…
Dedicated to @killian-whump
Oh, it’s wonderful!!!! Look at all these wonderful scenes we were blessed with... and these GIFs capture them beautifully!!! <3
Thank you for dedicating this gorgeous set to me! <3 *hugs!!!*
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I was inspired by @killianmesmalls beautiful description of our little fandom Nassau
All this negative talk of “former CSers” and we’re over on our pirate ship, sailing under a fractured skull and crutches in the shape of crossbones, taking bets on when Colin will next get hurt while cheering on everyone’s fired-off headcanons. A pile of multishipping treasures gathering up in the corner where some of the brave have have boldly included some forbidden CS pieces in the pile. Them’s dangerous waters.
We deserved that flag, people.
@killian-whump writes the Pirate Code….it’s all good, folks.
This is PERFECT. You are PERFECT. Our new ship is PERFECT :D
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Captain Cobra 2.0 & “the other Captain Hook” for @laschatzi
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