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i’ve finished my only draft & it’s waiting to be posted tomorrow. now i have nothing to write. please like &/or msg to plot ! i’m begging you.
i’ve finished my only draft & it’s waiting to be posted tomorrow. now i have nothing to write. please like &/or msg to plot ! i’m begging you.
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i’ve finished my only draft & it’s waiting to be posted tomorrow. now i have nothing to write. please like &/or msg to plot ! i’m begging you.
‘I heard it said a kiss from a mermaid protects a sailor from drowning’
❝ Well, each wants the chest for hisself, don’t ‘e? Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor. Old Jack’s looking to trade it, save his own skin. And Turner there, I think 'e’s trying to settle some unresolved business twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father. ❞
HOLY CRAP. i only revamped this blog a little over a month ago & i can’t believe how well it’s been received! i want to thank everyone who helped me get to this point by doing a little FANMIX GIVEAWAY, since for some reason i’m into making those now and have a bad habit of taking 3248 years to finish any other kind of giveaway that i try to do. :^) there will be TWO WINNERS, selected via randomizer & both of them will win a fanmix based on their muse ( or at least, a muse of their choosing should they have more than one ) with no less than 10 TRACKS! ╰(◕ᗜ◕)╯
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1. you must be following me 2. you must be a roleplay blog 3. only reblogs count, but reblog as much as you’d like 4. don’t follow just for this and then unfollow after, wtf 5. have fun!
this giveaway ends at 11:59pm on OCTOBER 30TH, 2015.
drunken sailor.
His throat ached –– had burned on end for days, as if he had swallowed nails and tried to chase them down with the rum from his cabin. A thick coat of salt was everywhere, coursing through his very blood and leaving him weak and sick. He wanted water, needed water …. put one leg in front of the other until he was crawling; pulling his body through waves of sand that only coated him with more salt. The dream had been the same –– always the bloody burning and the overwhelming thirst, day in and day out with no damned way to break it. He knew, bloody hell he knew …. somewhere out there his body was dying; doomed to rot in the glaring sun unless he figured out a way back to himself, a way back to life….
The burning was back, a part of him just conscience enough to recognize its presence and groan inwardly at his inability to escape. Bloody hell… why couldn’t he just bloody die already? The haze created by death was back, a cooling mist that seemed to surround him, picking dried flakes of skin from his face in peeled back strips. Had he been dead that long already? Why hadn’t he felt it? He had always thought he would have felt it…
Fingers reached up suddenly, closing around a delicate wrist and squeezing sharply as blue eyes shot open. Bloody hell. He wasn’t dead. The mermaid who had found him –– he knew bloody well not to assume that a damned sea bitch had rescued him –– had been singing, peeling dried bits of sea weed that had attached themselves to his face. She’d be damned if she had taken anything, nothing more than a filet on the end of curved steel. Lips parted, mouth opening to tell her so –– but all Hook could manage was a groan, head thumping back into the sand from where he had tried to lift it. “ Water. Aye, please, love. Water.”
Needless to say, she was startled. The last time a MAN dared lay hand on her, she’d promptly ripped it from the bone with her teeth. Fondly remembered ! It had occurred during last night’s meal, actually, & like the dying man below, the other one had been fighting for his life as well. However, the DEPTHS didn’t want this one yet. Perhaps overt confidence had distracted the three-hundred year old siren of sense. She had ASSUMED the male to be dead, since he was alone & quite GRUESOME in appearance upon the black sand. He hadn’t stirred any moment prior to her audible presense. It wasn't until she ventured into his coat pocket did she realize he was ALIVE ... ... but just barely. When his grip fell from her wrist, wide crystal eyes narrowed into thin blue shards. If the sea did not want him, she would not risk angering Calypso with his end. She knew the repercussions of taking what the LOCKER could not hold. If he wanted her help, he would have to prove himself worthy of it. It wasn't often a siren ASSISTED a human man, after all. Rosy lips twitched into an awkward half smile as she leaned back in the sand, both elbows digging into the soft ground while her tail curled around his legs. Her head tipped back lazily, sunlit hair falling in waves over her shoulders, just barely covering her breasts as she continued to sing. ❛ Weigh-heigh & up she rises, weigh-heigh & up she rises, weigh-heigh & up she rises EARLY IN THE MORNING ... mmmmm, mmmh, mmm-mm, mmmm ... ❜ She hummed the rest of the song, waiting for the magic to finally set in. This was a stubborn one, to say the least. Requesting water instead of love ? Maybe he really wasn't meant to die. Maybe washing up on Isla Sirena had been a mistake all together. Still, she felt reluctant to AID the human man. ❛ There's plenty of water behind you -- in the S E A. ❜
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❛ She is nothing like us. Why H E R ? ❜ ❛ I LIKED her … which is more than I can say about YOU. ❜ For WEEKS she chased different leads, running into dead-ends & traps, all for this unnamed mermaid she cared too much about. It had been exhausting & there were often times she questioned her own intentions. Their friendship had been suspicious to fellow sirens, deemed inappropriate for someone of her standing. After all, this one did not follow through with the tradition of eating men. She did not participate in harvesting souls for the locker. Often there had been talk of casting her out completely. They devalued her, calling her WEAK & worthless, anything other than an actual NAME … but in secret, the WHITE CAP QUEEN called her F R I E N D. Guilt & GRIEF weighing upon shoulders, Tamara sat down beside a fountain, eyes aimlessly searching the crowd for long, dark chocolate hair. Although she was tired & her days on land were numbered, her quest was not over. She would not give up ... not until she learned what became of her handmaiden. Despite what many said, it was NOT time wasted ! After several minutes of rest, she rose to stretch her lower limbs & rid herself of weariness. When she turned to glance at the trickling water one last time, a familiar face was seen on the other side, staring right back at her. Wide-eyed in disbelief, the siren queen ( now under HUMAN disguise ) stepped around to meet her. ❛ You're ALIVE. ❜ She breathed with relief. ❛ It's ME ... Tamara. ❜
Steady were the long slender legs that carried her through the glowing, frothing sea foam. Translucent scales fell away in glittering mists to reveal womanly parts shining beneath milky moonlight. Never once did pale limbs stumble or waver, for balance came to her naturally, as if practiced in a previous life. Her toes curled in the dark sand & there was familiarity in the motion. Coarse grains rubbed against sensitive skin until it was irritated PINK. Why, unlike her mermaid followers, did she not have to wait & dry ? Why was walking as easy as swimming for her ? Maybe it had to do with ancient siren magic … or perhaps she was just different, like the SEA GODDESS Calypso had suggested. Her naked, willowy body moved with alien grace towards town. Salty blonde tresses tossed gently in the breeze as she crossed over a small wooden bridge onto cobblestone. She remained in the shadows, concealed by the shade of night & a looming roof. Shameless as she was in her bare appearance, she would not risk being spotted by groups of drunken pirates in this port. In fact, appearing as invisible as possible was her first priority. Patiently she waited among barrels until a tipsy young man wandered past her hiding spot. It was then that she finally struck. It didn’t take much to welcome him into her secret corner. As eager hands roamed her body, hers did the same, undoing latches & buttons while he tried to wrap his mind around this dreamlike sequence. The more distracted he was, the better. Sharp teeth sunk into his thick neck, biting deep without hesitation, until warm BLOOD bubbled up to greet her tongue. Clamping her hand over his sobbing mouth, she moaned in delight over her meal, licking her lips in gratitude for this easy prey. Between his muffled crying & her pleasured sounds, their silhouettes appeared as nothing more than two individuals mating against a building. Little would anyone suspect a murder taking place. … Not that such a thing would be out of place in TORTUGA. Once she had finished with him, she adorned his billowy shirt & trousers to cover herself before entering the tavern ahead. She noted that the clothes smelled of rum, a common beverage amongst the sailors she had feasted on before. In her opinion, it made them taste better ... & easier to subdue, as well. When she entered the loud establishment, she took to the wall in hopes of passing unnoticed. She ignored any that tried to approach her, often walking away from those that dared speak. They were only distractions. She desired words with only one tonight. While the shouting of slurred shanties noisily filled the air, a unique laugh bounded over the others & grabbed her attention. That laugh once echoed within an accursed cave on Isla de Muerta, as it did all the way across the sea to the island she stood on now. When she reached him, he was near the back of the room, surrounded by a number of crew mates & the pleasures he'd lost some years ago. He seemed to be in a VERY good mood tonight. Could it be the sword dangling from his hip ? His newly acquired ship docked outside ? Or perhaps it was just the sugar sweet revenge stuck in his golden grin. After shoving a cabin boy from his seat, Tamara sat down in the chair nearest the pirate lord & faced him, fearlessly. ❛ How does it taste, CAPTAIN ? Your drink ? ❜
a mermaid found a swimming lad, picked him up for her own, pressed her body to his body, laughed; and plunging down forgot in cruel happiness that even lovers drown
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Sea Siren “Her beauty has been said to reflect the wondrous treasures and power of the sea itself.”