A mighty fine shindig.

Art Fight Attack for @orphetoon of their OC Coco!

Still one of the best animations I've ever done. Took just under a week and was equal parts fun and challenging. So here are some process passes! The full version had too many colors so I had to do some compression T0T

The Phoenicia, built in 2007–2008, is a modern replica of a 600 BC Phoenician merchant ship.

Neopets OCs - Oh Dear Family

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.)

Other Chapters: (from the beginning) (previous chapter)

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay 

@ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch 

@missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 

@laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 

@nickillian  @gillie  @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4

 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious 

@laughswaytoomuch  @allyourdarlingswans  @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight 

@lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64  @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv

 @i-will-sing-no-requiem @bluewildcatfanatic @laianely

(ao3)

CS Genre: Future fic

Word Count: 559

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“Terrible news! They’re back!” 

Emma looked up from her mug of hot cocoa and rolled her eyes at Leroy’s announcement from the door of Granny’s.  The day had started so normal.  She and Killian had hit the snooze button a few too many times to simply enjoy cuddling in bed before starting the day.

“Shouldn’t we be rising, Swan?” he’d ask, sleepily caressing her back as he held her.

She’d cuddled deeper into the covers and closer to him and then shook her head. “Why?  Hope probably won’t be up for another hour or so, and ever since we broke the curse and the realms were united and everything, our job has been a piece of cake.  I’m sure Graham can handle it for a few more minutes.”

He hadn’t objected.  He rarely did, when her suggestions involved more time together–especially more time together in bed.

It had been a good ten years since Henry had found her in New York.  By this point, she should have known better than to tempt fate by calling her job a piece of cake.

She was just about to ask Leroy to elaborate, when Leroy turned tail and ran back outside.

“Looks like duty calls,” she said with another roll of her eyes and a quick kiss to her husband’s lips and her baby’s head before heading in the direction of the sheriff’s station.

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“Can you put out a town notice?” Ruby was asking as Emma stepped into the sheriff’s station, her family behind her.

“What about?” Graham asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“That setting fires is still not the way to stop werewolves,” she said. “Also, while you’re at it, remind them that we werewolves didn’t do…whatever it is they’re accusing us of doing now.”

Graham sighed.  “How many acres was it this time?”

“Forty!” Ruby said.  “Do you have any idea how much of a pain in the ass forty acres worth of forest fire is for wolves and their sensitive noses?  It’s annoying!”

“Come again?” Killian asked, draping his coat on the coat rack and sitting near his wife. “The recent wildfires are due to WHAT?”

Graham, pinched the bridge of his nose. “I blame Nottingham.  He’s the one that started all of this with his drunken ramblings.”

“Yeah, there was that one time he barged into Doc’s allergy clinic waiting room, ranting and raving about how the wildfires were because of werewolves,” Ruby said with an annoyed huff.  “Said something about how fire was the only way to destroy us.  You’d think they’d have learned by now it’s silver that’s our Kryptonite.”  After a moments' thought, she amended, “Actually, scrap that.  The silver thing is something they totally don’t need to know.”

“Looks like as United Realms Forest Ranger, this falls under your jurisdiction, Graham,” Emma grinned. “I’ve retired as Savior. Idiotic forest werewolf hunts are no longer my problem.”

Graham reached for his cell phone and punched in the mayor’s number. “I’d hoped when Queen Regina and her ‘evil’ twin turned back time and reversed my murder, bringing me back to a post-Happy Beginning world, that I would finally have a nice, peaceful existence, but it looks like that was too much to ask.”

Killian grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.  “Whatever would give you that idea, mate?  Do you even remember where you live?”

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Notes:  Hi there! Remember me?  I know it’s been 84 years, but I am, in fact, still alive.

–The smoke from the recent Canadian wildfires has made air quality in the upper Midwest really bad.  My lungs do not recommend.  It reminded me of going to the allergist once during a similar Canadian wildfire, and an old man coming in and telling the waiting room that clearly the fires are the fault of werewolves.  Everyone knows the only way to kill them is by fire, so obviously the wildfires are due to hunters killing them.  It was so ridiculous I’ve already written one fanfic about it–but I needed a new one.

–Also, this story is short and ridiculous and doesn’t really go anywhere, but given the fact I think I’ve written a grand total of one sentence worth of fanfic all year, I needed to do SOMETHING to wake the muse up, at least a little!