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private & selective Indie RP Blog oc friendly Tag: piiratesque sideblog of PSEFTI

[dailypotc]

One day ashore. Ten years at sea. That’s a steep price for what’s been done.

[dailypirates]

[the-write-ideas]

Terrify my character.

Go into my askbox and absolutely horrify them! 

(warning: be aware of any triggers the muns/writers have for this meme)

[ofpirateblood-deactivated201606]

                 █¦». Keep a weather eye on the horizon

[piiratesque-blog]

tremulousalto:

send me a number and i’ll open my icon folder and write up a starter with that icon.

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Me and the legendary Paola on harmonies did a cover of “Hoist the Colours” from the Pirates of the Caribbean quad(??)rilogy! I got a request to sing this a long time ago, so here it is fulfilled. Enjoy me hearties. xxx 

HOIST THE COLOURS (From “Pirates of the Caribbean”)

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones. The seas be ours, and by the powers; where we will, we’ll roam.

Yo ho haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars; never shall we die.

Now some have died, and some are alive; and others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay, we lay to the fiddler’s green.

Yo ho haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars; never shall we die.

The bell has been raised from its watery grave, hear its sepulchral tone. A call to all; pay heed the squall, and turn your sails to home.

Yo ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars; never say we die.

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones. The seas be ours, and by the powers; where we will; we’ll roam.

[dailypotc]

[christine-sullivan]

Characters + Last words before death

[mytenwordstoryig]

“I fell in love with you. I don’t regret that.” {r.f.}

(via mytenwordstoryig)

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever committed a crime.

[caell-a]

                    There’s a degree of difficulty                                      In dealing with me

[expionagearchive-blog]

my choice of being selective and or exclusive is not because i believe myself to be better than anyone or that i am aiming to be cliquey. it is because i am shy about my portrayal and writing. it is because i don’t always have the time or the muse. it is because i like to know and be comfortable with everyone i write with. never think it is because i don’t like you or think i am better than you. remember we all have our reasons or insecurities, we all have rights to write with who makes us happy and or comfortable.

[piiratesque-blog]

psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me awhile on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread. 

[theillusivehawke]

He loved her and he let her go. The destiny that bonded them together brought them back once more. 

[sparrabeth]

I, I follow, I follow you Deep sea baby, I follow you Dark doom honey, I f o l l o w you ↳requested by thetalesofemily​

[thepromiseofredemptionarchive]

                   Choosing a Side: A Norribeth Fanmix

Tracklist:

Walk in the Sun / After the Storm / I Lived / Bleeding Out / ‘Til the End of Time / Cross My Mind / Like I Can / Goodbye My Lover / Do I Wanna Know / Let Her Go / Little Black Submarine

                               Listen to this playlist on 8tracks

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                “I do not doubt that you are sincere at this moment but – ”

                             He paused, taking in a shaky breath. What was he doing?                              The woman he had loved ever since he had realized what                              his heart yearned for had agreed to marry him, and he was                              considering turning her down?

                “ – I don’t wish you to make a decision and regret it later.”

                             He summoned the courage to turn his gaze away from                              the horizon and meet her eyes.

                “Please – I could never forgive myself if I were to cause                      you any unhappiness.”

[piiratesque-blog]

               Despite herself, Elizabeth H E S I T A T E D.

The pause in his own judgement spurred her own, & it was all she could do to clasp her hands behind her back like a L A D Y. Lips pressed into a thin line, she swallowed hard before she dared to try convincing him again.

     ❝James . . .❞ Again she faltered.

                    It struck her that she might be thinking only of what                     suited herself. Before that moment when silence ran                     rampant between them, Elizabeth had not thought to                     second-guess his affections. Now she found worry in                     a full reservoir at the base of her sternum.

           He could deny her.       & once he could, she didn't wonder if he would.

               ❝My unhappiness would not come undue.❞

                           When she spoke at last, it was in soft resignation.

     ❝For everything I've done, everything I've become,      you've been on my side even when my side wasn't      what was good to begin with.❞

                                          She didn't dare touch his hand.

❝But you're mistaken if you think that unhappiness would come from doubt in this moment or any after.

           James, I want this.❞               she repeated & then again.                                         ❝I want this.❞