my heart is pierced by cupid i disdain all glittering gold~


My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.

I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

💙‘ My Jolly Sailor Bold’ Mermaid Love Spell 🌊

a sea witch’s spell for drawing in a lover, or draw one back from leaving often

🌊  gather: pink sea salt, a fishnet stocking, pyrite, lemon peel, sea-water, a jar, a blue and a pink candle, and a coin. 

🌊  play, or sing along to the shanty “my jolly sailor bold

🌊  light the two candles on either side of the jar

🌊  fill the jar with pink sea salt and lemon peel.  

🌊  bury the coin, place the pyrite in the jar. 

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

🌊  fill the jar with the seawater, and cover the bottle with the fishnet, tie off. 

🌊  seal the jar with a kiss and the two kinds of wax


You know the stories and you know the rhymes, of beautiful mermaids living under the glittering surface of the world above. Even Auradon Prep had one such beauty, none other than the most famous of mermaid’s daughter. She too, like her mother, fell in love with her own Prince Charming.

Prince Ben was everything a girl would want - charming, handsome, charismatic, funny, and so much more. But alas, he was with Audrey, Sleeping Beauty’s daughter, who was everything any guy would want. At least physically - everyone agreed her attitude needed adjustment. While you watched from afar and hummed songs of old, you imagined your life with Ben.

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Pierced by Cupid

Based on “Imagine singing ‘My Jolly Sailor Bold’ while Bard takes the Company to Laketown and Thorin is hurt because he thinks the song is meant as a confession for Bard” from ImaginexHobbit

Sequel: All glittering gold


Weary, shaken, and trailing just behind your companions, you hoisted yourself gracelessly from the waterlogged barrel and flopped into the shallow but breathtakingly cold water of the river. No sooner had you made a few faltering attempts to crawl for the shore than a strong hand grasped the back of your tunic and hauled you to your feet, and Thorin faced you with a frantic look.

“Are you hurt?” He clasped you by the shoulders, surveying you for any sign of injury, and you instinctively followed the path of his eyes over your body, finding – to your surprise – that you had avoided serious injury in the chaotic, terrifying escape from Mirkwood.

“No…no, I’m fine,” you answered, and abruptly, shockingly, you were enveloped by the cold clamminess of his wet clothes as he gathered you into a tight embrace.

“Thank Mahal,” he murmured, to himself more than to you, and your hands moved to gently pat his back for lack of a more eloquent response to this unexpected show of concern. He pulled back, retaining his hold on your shoulders, looking at you with worry still furrowing his brow until a clearing of the throat from Dwalin seemed to bring him to a sudden, uncomfortable awareness of his position.

“On your feet!” Thorin stepped away from you, barking to the rest of the exhausted company where they’d gathered to regroup, his eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of your pursuers.

“Kili’s wounded, his leg needs binding,” Fili argued, but Thorin was adamant.

“We’ve an orc pack on our tail. We keep moving.”

During the debate that ensued about the company’s next move, you sank gratefully onto a large rock to catch your breath, giving silent thanks to whatever gods might be listening when Thorin at last agreed to a few minutes’ rest before pressing on. You had just wrung out your hair as well as you could and had turned your efforts to your soggy socks when a movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you looked up to see the man with dark hair and a darker expression aiming an arrow directly at Ori.

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Song of the Mermaids

A/N: I feel I should post this today, it was an old request from weeks ago.

Summary - Being a bard, Blackbeard forces you to sing to the mermaids to attract them and you get caught by one but a sudden noise stops you from getting drowned.

Slight!Jack x Reader

Genre - Slight Romance

Requested by Anon

Written by Admin Ashley


“Lay the nets flat here,” Blackbeard ordered his crew. “And don’t tangle them, make them look pretty for our guests.”

“This isn’t going to work,” you muttered and folded your arms. “Mermaids are only a legend.”

Blackbeard ordered a few of his crew members to light the lighthouse and he remained by your side since you’re going to attract the mermaids. “Now, Y/N, the mermaids are going to need help to find us and have one singer isn’t going to help.”

You faced the longboat where Scrum and the others were located under the light of the lighthouse. You frowned in pity and felt a firm hand on your elbow. Blackbeard pulled you towards the bridge until you were at the edge.

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Siren’s Song

THIS WAS REQUESTED my masterlist is ready to go here. If you want something written you can request it right here! I got this song from the mermaid scene in Pirates Of The Caribbean.

REQUEST:  Can you do an imagine where your friends with the pack & you’re creature but they don’t know what & when they confront u about it you tell the girls to watch & they’re confused & you start sing & the boys go into a trance & they piece together that your a siren

“Come on Y/N, it can’t be that bad!” Lydia pleaded from across the campfire. The pack had decided to have a pack bonding night, so of course a night out camping was perfect. You were supernatural, but you were yet to reveal what you were exactly to the pack, despite all their begging and pleading. You gift was dangerous, and your ancestors were known for leading unsuspecting men towards their death, so of course you were slightly hesitant to reveal what you actually were. “I’m not sure Lyds, it can be…” You paused, trying to find the right word. “Distracting.” You concluded, taking a sip of your drink. All attention was on you.

“Please Y/N! There’s nothing you can do to really hurt us!” Kira said, her eyes flashing for a split second. “It’s not you guys I’m worried about.” You said, gesturing to wards the girls. “It’s the boys who will really be affected.” Everyone’s eyes widened slightly, intrigued.

“Now I really want to know.” Lydia said, leaning forward onto, resting her elbows on her knees. You sighed before standing, taking your hair out of your ponytail to let it flow down your back. “Fine.”

You straightened your back, clearing your throat as everyone fell silent. You opened your mouth, a familiar tune coming to mind as the liquid gold notes flowed out.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid” You began, and the boys instantly perked up, raising their heads to look at you.

“I disdain all glittering gold “ They stood, plates and cup falling off their laps onto the dirt ground. The girls stared on in awe, watching as the boys fell under your spell.

“There is nothing can console me” They all began to move towards you, entrapped by your voice. You willed them to move towards you, watching their glazed eyes lock onto you as they stumbled forward.

“But my Jolly sailor bold” They were within 2 meters of you when you stopped, putting power into the last line of your song. The air was quiet, the boys trying to shake out of their trances, nearly falling over when they finally regained full control.

“Woah. That was… woah.” Stiles said, blinking rapidly. The other boys were in a similar state.

“You’re a siren.” Lydia said, putting the pieces together.

You nod, sitting back down on your previous seat. Watching as the boy stumbled back to their seats as you took another swig of your drink.



Imagine you are a mermaid and rescue Henry from drowning…


He didn’t know how it had happened. One moment he was doing a simple job for Killian the next thing he knew he was in the water, a heavy piece of rigging dragging him down. He tried to save what precious air he had, thrashing around to try and get free. But it was no use. By the time he had finally wiggled out of the mess of ropes his vision was slowly fading to black. He desperately tried to kick to the surface but it was no use.


He felt himself sink lower and lower, barely noticing when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist.



“Come on!”


It was a woman’s voice.




She sounded young.




She sounded desperate.


He spluttered, soft hands turning his face to the side as he coughed up the water in his lungs.


“Oh thank god” the girl sighed, brushing his dark hair away from his eyes “For a moment I thought I’d lost you”


Henry grumbled, trying to open his eyes to get a glimpse at his saviour, but he was too exhausted. He lay panting on the dock, listening as the girl sung to him quietly.


“My heart is pierced by cupid,

 I disdain all glittering gold.

There’s nothing can console me,

 but my jolly sailor bold”


He smiled, trying desperately not to fall asleep. But that was proving very difficult. He could voices - that sounded a lot like his mother’s - approaching as the girl slipped back into the water.


“Who are you?” he asked, trying to get any information about her for later. Though he doubted he would be conscious to hear her.




My Jolly Sailor Bold
My Jolly Sailor Bold

“Upon one summer’s morning, I carelessly did stray, Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay, Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem’d to be in pain, Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again. His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes, May happiness attend him wherever he goes, From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan, All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return. My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell, And in great London City in opulence doth dwell, His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold, And he frowns upon his daughter, ‘cause she loves a sailor bold. A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold, True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold: Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far, To my tender bosom, I’ll fondly press my jolly tar. My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May, And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway, Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold, Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea, While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn, And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return. My name it is Maria, a merchant’s daughter fair, And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year, My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”

Trapped Yet Loved

Summary: Pirates capture you for your mermaid tear and they’re going to hold you hostage, then when a certain sailor meets yours eyes, you start to get unknown feelings.

Genre - Romance

Phillip x Reader

Requested by Anon

Written by Admin Ashley


You were watching everything even before it started. You saw a large thing float overhead and observed how it created small waves from the sea. You were always the observant one; watching the fishes, watching the waves, well you were always watching everything. 

You’d been listening to people that were sailing by and learnt that the huge thing that floats on water was called a ship. You’d seen a lot of ships but you never knew the name of them. 

You thought they were fascinating. 

One calming night, you thought it would be a good idea to get a closer look. You swam quietly towards the small boat and heard chattering. You stopped and listened to them.

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⎈  ⎈  C A P S I Z E  ⎈ ⎈

                          My heart is pierced by Cupid,
                             I disdain all glittering gold,
                        There is nothing can console me
                               but my jolly sailor bold.

It was sang in treachery by her sisters of the sea. Malicious voices from seductresses who sought to assassinate. Crazed humming of the shanty was all Jiya knew. Crazed by the sole purpose of attracting those to their deaths by singing it. It was the only song mermaids had heard, and the only song they were permitted to sing. So they sung it always. 

She hummed it under her breath, but not in a way that spoke of hunger or blood. She was gentle, happy, as she sang to the form on the beach, who had appeared out of nowhere in the depths of the sea. A stargate, they called the thing which let him in. And she had seen him before any others had - luckily. She had swam him to shore, and was sat, brown legs uncovered, beside him, waiting

The spectacles she held in her hands were amusing to her. Then, Jiya had always found things amusing, much to her sisters’ dismay. Touching her knees, she relished the sight of them. For soon, she would have to go back to the water where she belonged and leave this pretty man alone. 


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- ♪ O’ Sea Shanty ♫ -

Bianca could hear the sirens from beneath the waves:

♪ ♫ Upon one summer’s morning
I carefully did stray
Down by the walls of wapping
Where I met a sailor gay
Conversing with a young lass
Who seem’d to be in pain
Saying, William when you go
I fear you’ll ne'er return again
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my Jolly sailor bold
His hair it hangs in ringlets
His eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him
Where ever he may go
From tower hill to blackwall
I’ll wander weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor
Until he sails home
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my Jolly sailor bold
My father is a merchant
The truth I now will tell
And in great London city
in Opulence doth dwell
His fortune doth exceed
three hundred thousand gold
And he frowns upon his daughter
Who loves a sailor bold
A fig for his riches
His merchandise and gold
True love has grafted my heart
Give me my sailor bold
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my Jolly sailor bold
Should he return in pov'rty
From o’re the ocean far
To my tender bosom
I’ll press my jolly tar
My sailor is as smiling
As the pleasant month of May
And often we have wandered
Through Ratcliffe Highway
Many a pretty blooming
young girls we did behold
Reclining on the bosom
Of her jolly sailor bold
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my Jolly sailor bold
My name it is Maria
A merchant’s daughter fair
And I have left my parents
and three thousand pounds a year
Come all you pretty fairmaids
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
That ploughs the raging sea
While up aloft in storm
From me his abscence mourn
And firmly pray, arrive the day
he’s never more to roam
My heart is pierced by cupid
I disdain on glittering gold
There’s nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.

The song was enchanted, an ancient sea shanty only sung by sirens of the deep sea. Suddenly long strands of seaweed grew from the salty sands and wrapped themselves around Bianca, entangling her hair, the seaweed enhanced her hypnotic trance, she was compelled to the ocean. Bianca thought she saw something swimming through the waves, long hair, scales… No… No… No… She must be in a dream state.

The I carefully did strayA mysty blue enticed the skieABianca was in a trance, the moon captivating her soul, the serenity of the sea pulling her in. The salty air and crashing waves luring Bianca to become a maiden of the sea. The voices under waves had risen and Bianca could now hear what they were saying…  “Jolly sailor bold.” What’s that? A misty green takes over Bianca;s eyes and she feels scales climbing up her legs, shiny blue scales. As she steps into the water, she scales grow up her legs, she felt herself adjusting, and she began to sing along!

My Jolly Sailor Bold || AU || @captainofthecosmos


The seas were a really dangerous place to be if you were unfamiliar with it. If you were planning on sailing the beautiful waves, you needed to be with someone experienced. The main reason for this were two big reasons: pirates and mermaids. Now most people would think that mermaids weren’t that big of a thing to worry about, but they would be wrong. In fact, mermaids are so dangerous that even the most fearsome and terrifying pirates were afraid of them. They were unbelievably beautiful and had voices like angels, and they used said beauty and voices to lure sailors, both men and women, to their deaths.

These mermaids were the big reason why the ship Nova sailed the specific routes that she did; to avoid the mermaids.

The ship Nova was captained by the most powerful pirate in the world, the Pirate Emperor Maximillian Washington, and his ship herself was absolutely massive. She was the largest ship Maximillian had in his fleet and she was his favorite. However, even she was not free from the mermaids siren calls.

The one day Nova strayed from her usual path was the day the mermaids swarmed. 

Captain! There’s a woman in the water!” A crewmember shouted, pointing out at the waters at a beautiful woman with bright red hair staring at him. This crewmember was obviously new and had no clue about what to avoid in the sea.

“Hello there…” Her voice purred, swimming closer to the ship.

And then she started to sing.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold…” Her voice rang out clear through the night, calling her brothers and sisters to the feast.

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becauseforoncethisisme  asked:

Obianidala, Pirates verse?

Obi-Wan is singing.

This is not a cause for celebration, and Anakin takes a long moment away from his work to stare incredulously over his shoulder at his sort-of-teacher. The older man is sprawled bonelessly on the captain’s chair, a flash of something alcoholic dangling from one fist as he stares glassily into the distance. A faint smile curls his whiskered cheeks - the redhead is suspiciously reminiscent of a cat basking in a patch of warm sunlight, smug satisfaction blazing from every pore.

Anakin - fortunately or otherwise - knows better. Yes, it’s a pity that Captain Kenobi is such a dismal singer.

But it’s also a warning sign that the redhead is about to suffer the equivalent of a nervous breakdown.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Pirate Lord of the Far Rim, known as ‘That Insane Bastard’ to his fellow pirates, only sings in bar-rooms or bedrooms and this is neither. The sole exception is when he’s actively trying to calm himself down - and when Obi-Wan, he of the thousand masks and even more impressive self-control, needs to rely on a children’s method of self-control - well. It’s a sign that something is very, very wrong.

He’s at the Captain’s - his Captain’s - chair in two strides. “Obi-Wan?” Anakin doesn’t bother to hide his worry as a glazed blue-green-grey stare slowly rises to meet his own. There is a curious glassiness to the gaze, but the one-time Jedi doesn’t break eye contact as he knocks back another slug of liquor from his flask.

My heart is pierced by cupid/I disdain all glittering gold - “ Obi-Wan is humming more then singing at this point as he nurses his alcohol, warm breath rushing across Anakin’s face in a haze of fumes as the younger man bends forward. “Obi-Wan?”

The man in question blinks. Then closes his eyes firmly for a long moment before shaking his head like a dog; a broad - and exceptionally plastic - grin stretches across his face as forces himself into an upright position. “We’re making good time.” The pirate’s vowel are impeccable.

Obi-Wan only reverts to his Core-perfect accent when things are very, very bad.

“We’ll be in Shipwreck Bay tomorrow afternoon at latest.” The redhead yawns, something coiling tightly behind his eyes. “It will be good to be home.”

Anakin hesitates. There is something - decidedly not all right here, but - the Force prods at him, and he forges on ahead. “Yeah. I bet you can’t wait to meet up with the other Jedi, right?” Truthfully, he’s a bit excited himself - the only Jedi he’s met before are Obi-Wan, who freely admits he’s not that good of one, and Vos, about whom less is said, the better.

Obi-Wan’s face shuts down.

It’s the Jedi. It’s something to do with the Jedi, it must be.

“It will be good to see them again.” The redhead remarks pleasantly, swaying to his feet. “I’m going to my cabin, Anakin - “ the Captain manages to slur, patting Anakin’s head gently - his fingers tangle in the younger man’s curls for a long moment, the movement almost as a caress. “You have the bridge. Tell me when we get there, all right?”

And then he’s gone.

Anakin stands alone on The Twilight’s bridge, and feels something cold curl in his stomach.