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Whoa, thanks for the tag! You have summoned me!

Last Song: Beat My Guest - Adam and the Ants

Favourite Colour: Ehhh, I always switch from black to green, black again, navy blue and then green so either one XD

Currently watching: The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King extended edition aaaand crying my eyes out as I'm watching Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin return back to the Shire

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy stuff is a big no no for me, I have a really big sweet tooth but I do enjoy savory foods!

Current Relationship Status: Single since the day I was born whether that's a good or bad thing I don't really care anymore

Current Obsession: You mean my never ending obsession with Davy Jones from the epic POTC trilogy that eventually made me create my Davy centric blog? Aside from him, I'm also obsessing over Matthew Lillard since September and also a lot of the really awesome and iconic characters he's played! But then there's also my obsession with other fictional characters that have constantly been living rent free in my head since I was like ten XD

Last Thing You Searched: "Tim Burton original drawings Edward Scissorhands" one of them is on my tattoo wishlist because I adore his artstyle!

I'm waaaay too exhausted and lazy right now to type people here so I'm just gonna tag anyone who sees this and wants to join in!

nine people to get to know better

ty for the tag @gudgercollege :)

last song: in my life - the beatles. i've also had the my fair lady soundtrack on loop for the past like two days lol

favorite color: usually say yellow but honestly i've been vibing with like dusty mauve lately. love me some muted pinks

currently watching: the latest season of jet lag: the game has me so engrossed i finally signed up for nebula to get new episodes a week early. playing hide and seek across an entire country is my childhood dream and i am living it vicariously

sweet/savory/spicy: savory babey

relationship status: single. hopeless romantic. trying and failing to get over a guy

current obsession: oh god. can i admit that, despite never having given a single shit about the british royal family, i'm genuinely obsessed with this missing kate middleton thing. it's pure concentrated schadenfreude to see how spectacularly the royal PR is fucking it at every possible opportunity. they've reached like bialystock and bloom levels of backfiring

last thing you searched: "audition monologues" because i love putting things off to the last minute <3 (the audition is on MONDAY and i still cannot find a decent one)

now for the final challenge let's see if i can find nine mutuals to tag (no pressure!) @the-common-pigeon @lemoncholy-stars @sparklyshakespeare @droughtofapathy @catboyrichardkarinsky @catboymoses @pealeii @ivorypiano @gingerpeachtea

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Back again after completely disappearing, but here's a meme that I made at like 1 in the morning XD.

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𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 of the 𝑭𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏

“𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑜.”

ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛɪꜱʜᴏᴄᴛᴏᴘᴜꜱ • 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 • 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 • 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 • ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇɢᴀɴ, ᴅᴀᴠʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜꜱɪᴀꜱᴛ

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧

MEDIUM TO LOW ACTIVITY

[ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ + ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ] [ᴅᴀᴠʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀᴘᴏꜱᴛ]

[ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ] [ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ]

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Blood, for the question theme

Ask my muse a fear-themed question:

Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?

TW: Blood. Loss of limbs. Stabbing. Gunshots. Knives and daggers.

Being over 300 years old and unable to die, Jones has unfortunately had so many injuries over the centuries and they've all been rather brutal. Whether it's swords through his chest, gunshots fired at any limb on his body, or a said limb being completely lost, he's suffered them all.

Jones lost his right leg shortly after Calypso was sealed by the Brethren Court from a rogue crew-member upon his ship, which resulted in Maccus and assistance by another amputating their Captain's leg. Decades onwards, Jones would then lose his index finger on his right hand due to a man he was attempting to press gang upon the Dutchman. He sliced Jones' finger in one clean blow with a knife.

During his upbringing, his father would punish Davy by laying several hands upon him whenever his son disobeyed him or got on his nerves. Even going so far as to order a bosun to give him many lashes upon his back during their sails. At one point, Hamish struck Davy so hard upon his face which left two cuts on his left cheek which would scar and be a constant reminder in Davy's future cursed life.

But, by far the worst injury that Jones has ever faced is understandably the loss of his heart as it was an intense, agonising and long process of him using a dagger to carve and stab deep into his chest. It's the worst pain he's ever felt, and sometimes the scar still faintly burns centuries later.

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'Kilminning Castle' Ancient Coastline Feature and Nature Reserve, nr. Crail, Fife

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Mirrors

The Unknown

Noise

Solitude

Closet Monsters

...Pick any of those or go for multiple/all of them!

Ask my muse a fear-themed question:

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? (Answered here!)

Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable.

Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.

Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others?

The least favourite thing that Jones hates about his appearance is the constant infestation of barnacles. They're coarse, rough, irritating and they seem to get on every inch of his clothing and his crab arm and leg. It's a hassle carving them off and he does it every single month.

Jones absolutely despises the sound of instruments being played terribly, especially the pipe organ. He cringes hearing people play musical instruments that have only just began learning them or if they are below his level of expert playing.

On the topic of music, Jones couldn't live without his pipe organ. It's one of the vital things that keeps him from ascending into utter madness and without music to comfort him, Jones would have no idea how he could live life without it.

Another thing is his first mate, Maccus. He is the only connection he has back to his youth as they had both grown up together and had faced life's biggest obstacles. Though he will never admit it out loud, Jones has a deep fondness for Maccus and cares deeply about him. If he didn't have Maccus, then he wouldn't be able to live further on.

And finally, his silver locket. It plays the only melody that his mother once sang to him as a child long ago during restless nights and it soothes him. But it also saddens Jones deeply, as Calypso carries the same locket that he gifted her as a token of his love for her and only reminds him of the time he had spent with her.

Jones makes it his vital mission to hide away his more sensitive and human side away from the crew (with the obvious exception of Maccus) and especially regarding any newcomers on the Flying Dutchman. He sees his humanity as a weakness as it got him into his cursed situation in the first place. Jones also defines his love and emotions as vital weak points as well and keeps those feelings firmly buried deep within himself.

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For the fear-themed headcanon questions: The Unknown.

Ask my muse a fear-themed question:

The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person?

Partly. Since being cursed and the aftermath of the heart situation, Davy Jones questioned about his reality and existence for quite a long time which led to quite a lot of crises that he's since then controlled (but it does happen rarely now).

He sometimes wonders what his place is in the world that he lives in. Perhaps it is just to suffer as a penance for falling in love with a sea goddess or even for being responsible for the sealing of Calypso in human form.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

''Death'' .

Ask my muse a fear-themed question:

Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back

The thing that Jones would really desire would be to have his old life back, as at that time he had everything he could ever want. He still had his family alive and well back in his homeland of Scotland that he could visit whenever, and he could also walk the land without being concerned about being allowed there the next day.

He had a successful career and sailed the seas expertly with not a care or worry. Jones wasn't restricted from his humanity from the many curses he has now, he was able to consume food and enjoy beverages such as a good whiskey. And not one person feared him.

However, there is also someone he would greatly desire to have back in his life and that would be his young brother Oscar.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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Cap’n…

I once heard you refer to Calypso as a “heathen god”.

…Does that mean you were religious at some point? I highly doubt you still are…you know…being the sea devil and all…

"In mah youth, Ah was raised as a Catholic by me maw. Ah had once been religious long ago, Ah believed in many of gods and goddesses and Ah had nevah imagined even comin' across Calypso let alone her and Ah bein'...once in love.

The heathen gods are traitorous people, and they thrive upon man's suffahrin'." He growled, his beard writhing with anger.

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Jones had decided to remain silent during the short but fairly quick journey towards the woman's ship nearby. The storm of questions raged on inside his head, seeming to never end and it was slowly adding to the already irritating headache that was hurting the moment he awoke.

When he stepped out from the boat that had been pulled onto the ship, Jones widened his eyes slightly in surprise when he saw that the crew entirely consisted of women. Not a single man in sight, other than himself.

Well...at least he wasn't in the company of that infernal Sparrow.

Jones continued to follow the Captain, limping slowly and being prepared to send a glare towards anyone who even so glanced at him.

He was led to a room that he was allowed to take rest and part of him wondered why she was trusting him in the first place to remain here. Though, it wasn't like he could really do anything anyway. He still felt dizzy and his chest continued to mildly hurt, and he was also outnumbered.

Jones turned slightly to examine the room. "It will suffice fer now."

The Final Battle

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Undine wandered the deck of the Polaris, watching her crew manning the sails and the other tasks of the day. It was one of the few days where the seas were calm and there were no souls to take to the other side. However, according to Khione, the assigned navigator, they were indeed heading to somewhere they were needed. It had been years since the final battle between pirates and the East India Trading Company, and only a few months since Will Turner was able to leave the Dutchman and stay with his family.

Undine looked through her spyglass at the island in the distance, "Khione, are you sure this is the place?"

"Positive. I'm still unsure of why we're heading here," the snow goddess informed.

"What about Calypso? Any word from her?"

"Still nothing. She's been quiet for a long time."

"Typical. Well, be ready for anything."

"Yes, captain." Undine focused her attention again at their destination. Why here? She knew better than to question her sister, but it still never made sense all the same.

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reblog if your muse would gladly fistfight their parents…

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I don't have a ship to raise out of the depths but do you want my soul anyway? No one else is hiring around here

"Hm, depends- uh. Are yeh driftin' between the lines of life or death?" Jones questioned with a blow of smoke.

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kicks off his hat with my foot flying away laughing

After hurriedly retrieving his hat that had been ungracefully knocked off from his head and onto the ground. Jones loses all sense of calm and sprints after the grey seagull furiously.

"GIT HERE YAH MANGY GREY SEAGULL HOW DARE YE KICK OFF THE DEVIL OF THE SEA'S HAT! IT'S THE LOCKAH FER YA!"

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Jones offered his hand as a greeting handshake. Maccus simply nodded in his direction with a smile.

"Well Ah certainly believe they are good selections othahwise this sail would have been a waste of our time!" He exclaimed jokingly with a light chuckle mid-words. Jones attention was then brought towards the young, bright teenager that William had introduced.

Her eagerness was infectious indeed, and Jones friendly grin grew a little bigger. It was rare to come across women sailors upon the sea, but he certainly had no issue with that. He was more pleased that more people held his interest in sailing the seas.

"A pleasure tah meet ye, Martha." Jones addressed warmly. "Ah'm pleased tah answah that Ah've known William fer a long time.

"Cap'n, ship on the horizon."

A dark haired man with a slowly growing black beard, dressed in a grey sleeveless shirt and equipped with an axe that hung from his belt informed and approached a older man that stood at the helm, turning the ship's wheel confidently.

The other man was clearly the captain, he was well dressed in a long navy blue coat and an impressive hat lined with a golden trim. A deep brown belt was wrapped around his waist and around a crimson patterned waistcoat. The man's face was long and thin with high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. His long blonde and greying hair flowed just barely over his shoulders. He had a full beard, decorated and tied with beads that reached to his chest.

His piercing eyes were an almost ocean blue that looked as though he had seen all of the seas that he so proudly sailed upon. Though his face was beginning to show his age by the wrinkles underneath his eyes and forehead. The only flaw upon his face was two brutal but thin scars that ran underneath his left eye and stopped just above his upper lip.

Captain Davy Jones turned his head slightly to face his first mate Maccus with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm?" Jones watched as Maccus pointed over the railing and towards a ship that they both recognised. "Good spot Maccus, Ah believe that would be our mutual friend, William. Prepare tah weigh anchor and prepare tah board."

Maccus nodded with a small smile. "Right, I'll go inform the crew."

The first mate walked off, heading down the staircase where the other members of the crew were effortlessly hard at work. Jones spun the ship's wheel, turning his vessel into the correct direction. The anchor was later thrown off the railing, and the ship carefully stopped next the other ship. The Captain then made his way towards the gangplank that connected his ship with the other. Maccus soon joined him nearby, offering a friendly smile and a wave towards the other Captain William.

Jones also warmly smiled. "Greetin's William, long time naw see!"