hehe, I like this idea! I don’t have a specific playlist at the moment, but the songs/albums I like to listen to while writing it are:
As you can see, that’s quite a list and full of a lot of awesome orchestral stuff and some steampunk-esque stuff as well, so that should keep you busy for a while. :)
i had a day off and the story would not leave me alone so i literally just sat down for about 10 hours (rotating through various coffee shops and plazas and etc) and wrote the chapter
this is my life/my choices
A STRONG FEMALE LEAD AND A MAN WHO IS WOUNDED AND BROKEN AND LOOKS AT HER LIKE THE SUN I WANT TWENTY
Emma & Killian facing danger side by side like the badass couple they are
i am currently sitting here enjoying the chaos i have caused in erin’s life with the new lightbearers chapter
summary: Steampunk AU. When bounty hunter Emma Swan is commissioned by Robert Gold, powerful and mysterious president of the Royal Society of English Magicians, to take down notorious airship pirate Captain Killian Jones, it lands them in a web of political and magical intrigue, dark secrets, and the dangerous London underworld - as well as their unwanted attraction to each other. Multi-chapter, slow burn.
rating: T (will go up)
available: FF.net and AO3
previous: chapter 9
There was a very long, very horrible pause. Then Will stepped in front of the ruins of the door, crossed his arms, and said, “No.”
Hook looked at him lividly. “I beg your pardon?”
"You bloody well heard me the first time." The young thief was not a tall man, but he drew himself up threateningly as Emma watched, still recovering her breath after the eventful past few minutes. "Now put her down, before I make you."
"Get out of my way, Scarlet."
"No. No, I don’t ruddy well think I will. I’m not a piece of furniture that you can lug around when it suits you and throw in the rubbish tip when you get tired of it. I’m a person. So’s she. So’s both of ‘em. We’re people. All those folk across Europe who’ve never done a damn thing to you, who will more n’ likely die if you give Jafar the ability to raise the golem, they’re people too. Just because you’re sad that somebody you loved bit the dust, everyone else has to bite it as well, eh? You filthy, arrogant, selfish, vile git.”
The pirate recoiled as if the words had physically struck him, but the crack in his composure was gone almost at once. “What the hell do you know about this?”
"Oh, what do I know?" Will bellowed, finally provoked beyond all restraint. "What do I know? Well then. Let me tell you a few bloody things. My father was a drunkard, got run over by some fancy-arse gentleman’s coach-and-six in Piccadilly, and while they were scrapin’ him off the cobbles, all the gentleman was complainin’ about was how ‘those people’ had the audacity to be out of the East End where they bloody well belonged. I don’t remember it, I was four. What I do remember is my mum coughin’ herself to death of consumption, doin’ the laundry for rich folk and trying desperately not to get blood on the linens, otherwise they’d take it out of her wages. I knew she was gone when I woke up that morning in the dead of bloody winter and it was silent, there wasn’t no coughing. Me and Penny weren’t big enough to carry her out and see her decently done by, and we were terrified to besides, once the slum lords knew she’d snuffed it, they’d throw us out on the street. So I went to the neighbor-lads, and they took her and sold her to the damn spooks, the body-snatchers. God knows where she went, cut up on some doctor’s table or summat. And you think we ever saw a ha’penny of that money? No! Bloody no!”
well this has been a stupid morning
can’t find my sunglasses so I walk to work thinking I might have left them there, where I do indeed find them… in my backpack. Then walk over to my car. Can’t find my keys. Walk back to my apartment to look, where I do indeed find them… in my backpack.
also we are officially in the month when ouat returns