Jan 10, 2016
If I lose myself tonight It’ll be by YOUR side
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If I lose myself tonight It’ll be by YOUR side
//gently tosses url because reasons
SEND ME A URL AND I’LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING
Reason why you follow them
Because I have a weakness for Hook. And because this interpretation is wonderful and the mun is all kinds of cool. Like, seriously, too cool for school.
A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with
demonkxngpan because I like me some angst and general Pan douchebaggery.
A thing you like about their character
Ultimate sass. How can you not love a man in leather who can out-sass anyone within a ten mile radius? The sass game is strong with this one and I live for it.
Do you interact? Why/why not?
Yes, but we could always stand to have more threads. >.> Even though I’m a slow slug.
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Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETheme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE
We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. Plots I’d be interested in doing: ANYTHING. ALL THE THINGS. PLOT WITH MEH BBY.
dashing-rapscallionn
“My granddaughter has gotten unfairly good at puppy dog eyes. She was practically begging to come aboard the ship with us for a trip.”
dashing-rapscallionn liked for a thing
It was quiet, naught but the sound of water lapping at the ships hull as she leaned against the railing. There was no sleeping, she’d tried time and time again to rest and her body would fidgit under the blankets until she was near kicking.
That was how she came to be here, mostly alone at the bow of the ship so she’d not wake her captain. And then came a slide of arms around her waist; breath warm in her ear and MIlah smiled as she leaned back against him. Lips barely catching his jaw.
“If you’re here, either I woke you, or you can’t sleep as well. I do hope it’s the latter.”
;hookedpirate and dashing-rapscallionn
hookedpirate - I don’t really know the mun personally, however, I do think their theme is awesome, and, as far as I’ve seen, they have excellent characterization! I would love very much to plot/thread with them! =w=
dashing-rapscallionn - PERFECT BABBU WHOM I WILL LOVE ALWAYS NO MATTER HOW ANGRY IT MAKES MY MUSE! Seriously, this blog is on point in every way, and, if you aren’t following him, you’re missing out!
; send me a url and i’ll talk about them.
dashing-rapscallionn
It was rare to see ships this close to the islands. Milah usually stayed underwater herself. Humans had a habit of getting weird about mermaids. However, when it was raining and storming like this, the waves reaching incredible heights, she couldn't help but go to the surface. Most of her kind would stay deep in the ocean during storms like this, away from the arcing waves and terrible winds, but Milah craved adventure and excitement.
And sometimes she'd find ships up here, like the one currently being tossed about by the waves. There was nothing she could do but she watched it curiously really. She understood why humans would need ships for the ocean but it seemed like an awfully boring way to travel. Though she suspected it wasn’t very boring right now. A large wave came up like a yawn and snapped over the top of the ship. When it came down, she realized one of the people had gone over with it.
Milah didn’t care to come into contact with humans too often, but she wasn’t about to see one drown. Leaping from her hiding place, she dove beneath the water and started swimming towards the ship.
Come Sail Away | dashingrapscallionn [closed]
He had chosen to run. No longer could Jiminy stand to be a slave to his parents. It had been one thing to suffer their torment alone, but he had attempted vengeance and harmed a poor young boy. A child that had offered him kindness for nothing in return, when Jiminy had all but forgotten what that might be like. And in turn, he had caused the boy’s parents deaths. He had murdered the kind couple by accident instead of bestowing harm upon his own spiteful, devious blood.
No doubt the guards of the city were on the lookout, his parents finding him missing and making good on their promise to turn him in. He had little supplies with him, returning to their camp to gather what he could without causing alarm and sneaking off into the woods again. A merger bag of food, a change of clothing, some coins and stolen jewelry, the book he’d been reading and the umbrella the boy had given him strapped against his back were all Jiminy had. He kept the wide brim of his hat low, head down, as he stepped onto the docks. If he could obtain passage away from this kingdom, perhaps he might be able to make a new life for himself. Seeking to help others instead of harm them, take care instead of take advantage.
He had always admired sailors, their dedication and hardwork. He had always been enamored by tall ships and the promise of freedom such white sails held. Until now he had never dared imagine he would ever step foot on a ship.
In My Life
It was getting harder to perform in this place. Their people were being branded as thieves and vagabonds all across the land. They needed people who travelled like they did. That’s when it came to her mind: the harbor. There would be tons of people walking around and waiting for ships to come in or getting off of them. People know that they are just people trying to entertain others and make a living. It would be perfect.
Placing the hat on her head, she walked around and looked for a place to set up. Hearing a whistle, she turned to see Djali was on step ahead of her. He placed himself on the top of the ledge with his flute ready to go. She set herself below and waited for his queue.
The music started to play, and she started to dance. When the first person became intrigued by their act, she took the hat and skillfully threw that in front of them. It didn’t take long for them to attract a small gathering. People were coming and going. Some left money, which made it even better.