My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,

there is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

2 weeks ago
Sep
17th

{ I did it.  I made a personal writing blog.  If anyone would like to follow it (no pressure) here it is.  xD }

2 weeks ago
Sep
16th

hms-surprise:

Rigging.

2 weeks ago
Sep
16th

lucidnirvana:

Allegory of the Cave

2 weeks ago
Sep
15th
Tell the mun what you think of them and their portrayal of the muse.

They have to publish it without commenting.

2 weeks ago
Sep
15th
Open

"What a strange place…." Tamara muttered, her eyes scanning the environment around her as she walked.

For now, her tail had been replaced by a set of human legs and her body covered with whatever clothes she could find. They weren’t like any pirate clothing she had ever worn before, but they would do, and for now, keep her identity hidden well enough.

2 weeks ago
Sep
15th
Send me a “웃웃” if you ship our muses as bros.
2 weeks ago
Sep
14th

"Are you my jolly sailor bold?"

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2 weeks ago
Sep
14th

misanthropicmegara:

Megara met Tamara’s rage and pain with a stony mask which hid her own. Slowly, she nodded, and turned to look back out across the water. “I see,” she said softly, as much out of gentleness as her own distant thoughts. “I truly see,” she added, and bit her lip. “My people are… varied, of course, but we are invariably… reluctant to let go of life, except for a select few…” she let one hand brush through her wet hair, smoothing it over her shoulder.

"Greed and the thirst for power, to hold on to what one has… I have experienced the pain of what men are willing to do when such actions may be taken, as well… I became a witch because of it. Because I refused to be used…" she took a deep breath. "I suppose we really are the same kind, in a way."

Tamara turned to look at Meg with softened eyes like she had never given before and sincere appreciation for the woman’s understanding.  It was refreshing to find someone who sympathized with their plight, who saw them, not as the enemy, but as the victim.  The vicious nature of mermaids gave them a bad reputation, but behind it all was injustice and hurt.  It was nice to hear that acknowledgement from someone else who had experienced it, and in that moment, Tamara felt a closeness and connection to the witch, a feeling she supposed was something like friendship.

"I suppose we are," she agreed with a grin.  "I admire your stance against them.  Few people are willing to fight it." 

2 weeks ago
Sep
14th
Write a Headcanon about my character

If it’s good, it will become official.

2 weeks ago
Sep
14th
High School AU || Jacques and Tamara

captain-jacques-rackham-roosh:

This might’ve been his first day on a new school, but this was like any other high school. Jacques had soon found out who the ”popular” kids were. And as always the jocks were the most annoying. Jacques had only been in the cafeteria for a few minutes, though, it felt like merely seconds, before some careless kid had bumped into him causing him to spill his lunch all over the quarterbacks t-shirt. And naturally the jock blamed Jacques.

I sigh lightly frustrated. It’s not like I was hungry anyway… I think sarcastically. I then decide to get out of there before this turns out to the worse.

I take a few books out of my locker, close it, lean against it, and look around. Seeing the little stunt on the hall, I suppress a light laugh. “Somebody’s in a bad mood today…” I push myself away from the locker, bend down to pick the rest of your books up, and hand them over to you. “Anyway…miss head-cheerleader..now that I’ve got your attention….could you show me where 246 is?…I’m kind of lost…I believe the professor’s name is Sandford…”image

A hand on her book made her look up in surprise, noticing that someone was actually helping her.  But it wasn’t just anyone.  It was Jacques, the new kid that all the girls whispered about by their lockers.  She had seen him around at a distance and, sure, she thought he was cute, but that was something she made sure to keep to herself.  She was the most popular girl in school after all, and the new kid had no business being on her radar. 

But as she locked eyes with him, her expression showing slight shock but otherwise blank, she couldn’t help but let her guard down, just a little.  He wasn’t afraid of her like the others.  In fact he was helping her and taunting her in a way.  That was a brave move on his part, and no matter what her ego said, she had to give him credit.

Tamara slowly reached out to grab her books, trying to decide whether or not to say “thank you.”  She quickly decided against it, thinking that would be too much for her image, and instead stood up, and waited for him to stand up too. 

"It looks like we’re in the same class," she replied, softening her tone a little from her normal bluntness, but still maintaining her strength.  "You can walk with me.  I was just headed there too." 

AB