#but i love this sea shanty

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Yo, so I'm trying to get this challenge right because mobility work/warming up is boring as fuck for me, and this is a fun way to get some of it done.

But uh, you know the 141 start doing this sorta shit when Soap joins. With enough goading and "jus' say ye cannae move no more, old man", Price would absolutely join in.

[angelcake10023]

Pigsy Ref Sheet for the Expedition AU

The moment we’ve all been waiting for!! XDXD This is Pigsy in his 20s during the beginning events of the story. He’s currently still a teacher, but he’s almost earned enough to fund his restaurant.

I’m going to guess that I’ll do Bai He next but don’t hold me to that lmao

[midnigtartist]

Literally the first thing i thought when i saw his design

[sock-ness-monster]

I love you folk music I love you celtic tunes I love you sea shanties I love you trail songs I love you bluegrass I love you ballads I love you madrigals I love you roundelays I love you Irish jigs I love you jug music I love you sertanejo I love you cowpunk I love you ragtime I love you yodeling

[banneriscarried]

I’ve done a lot of listening this year

[spineless-lobster]

Behold! My first lyre performance! The first half of drunken sailor!!!

[luna-the-cretar]

I have some EoM playlists, if you’re curious (no, there’s not nearly as much as my ouaw playlists. There’s only 5, and I imagine there will only be 5–sorry Briggsy, Yorgrim, and Farryn)

Just general EoM vibes. Decided to get creative with the name for once

Them 💜

Wifey 💜💜💜

Okay, listen, I know Lethica’s playlist is significantly shorter than the other 4. That’s not due to favoritism, like with OUAW, but just bc it’s really fucking hard to find songs that fit her character without it being overly shippy. And I didn’t want her playlist to just be a million “I’m a badass woman” songs.

Also, in the case of ouaw, I’m also taking my headcanons (in which I have many per character) into account. For eom, that’s not exactly the case, since I have basically no eom headcanons that aren’t purely visual or are related to scent or whatever. So all of their playlists are pretty short, all things considered

[jeena-says-hi]

“It’s like they took your love for sea shanties and just blasted it up into space”

-Spotify wrapped about The Mechanisms

[missmungoe]

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I am speechless

[anotherscrappile]

I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned my super long sea shanty playlist (almost 16 hours!)

If your favorite sea shanty or shanty band isn’t on here, please recommend it to me!

[wordy-little-witch]

I absolutely adore your thoughts on Buggy and Sea Shanties. So I'd like to share an inspiration and a thought, Tale of the Shadow by Sail North.

What if that's the treasure Buggy seaked when he was younger and just as the lyrics he found it but the crew he put together was not loyal like his cannon lot so they where killed but the Shadow took a liking to Buggy after he survived. I'm imagining him flirting with the ship helped in that regard. Buggy captain of the Shadow.

Okay but that would he SUCH a good take. ((I love Sail North honestly you are fueling my obsession yesss)).

Consider maybe instead of Buggy actively SEARCHING for it, he stumbled across it. And the Shadow being less of a Prize To Be Sought and more of a grim omen, a harbinger of sea stories, among the many Buggy knows by heart.

His first crew, the ones cobbled together so soon after his first abandoned him - I'm honestly thinking they were sort of thrown together and Buggy took charge as he tends to do. And the rest fall in line at a surface level but only insofar as completing their goals. Buggy knows, he can see it, but really the only people he's ever had in his life who took him and his wants semi-seriously are dead or dead-to-him at that point. He doesn't care. It's a means to an end, he tells himself. He's using them as much as they're using him - no, he's using them more! In the flashiest of ways!!

And then they happen across a fog. And Buggy can Feel something out there that's Looking and Searching and Calling. He is absolutely not about that, no sir. He gives the orders to sail westward, navigating by the stars and not the log pose which is wobbling steadily to that Other Presence. The crew, if they can even be called that, are not happy with the order.

Buggy by this point is young still, maybe sixteen thereabouts at most, and he is the youngest on the ship. And the smallest. And seems the weakest.

He is not, the group learns terrifyingly quickly. He is thin, fast, skilled with a blade and smarter than he pretends to be. He's got experience under his belt and on his side against opponents bigger, stronger, better than him - and he's used to being outnumbered too.

The fight takes time and Buggy soon gets hit with a lucky shot, sending him sprawling to the deck and nearly crushed beneath ratty boots and cruel laughter. He is panting against the wood, straining to get up, to move, to fight or flee-

And he freezes.

The Presence is back and it's stronger than ever, right on top of them. It's only his resistance to Conquerors Haki which keeps him from so much as fluttering an eyelid under the sudden pressure choking the men and women alike on his ship.

Not many have the nerve to approach my hull with so little awareness.

Buggy goes still at the soft voice while the other's scatter, scramble, search for the interloper. They shout demands for the person to show themselves. Buggy merely pushes himself up enough to bow properly. That is no person, he knows, not in the way these bozos think.

There's a sudden whirl of air, rigging springing into motion, ropes and sails unwinding to snatch bodies and cut voices into choked gargling frenzies.

Buggy does not move. His head aches, his body sore, but his mind is racing over contingency after contingency. He needs to think, needs to figure out a way to survive this unholy clusterfuck of a situation-

He freezes as he catches a black intangible hem from his periphery.

A hand touches his head, soft despite the carnage swaying above by their will.

So small you are, little star, and yet so brightly you shine in the gloom...

A hand takes his chin, tilts his head up. Buggy squeezes his eyes shut.

Look upon me, star child.

"N-No," he declares decisively, though not impolitely. "It is disrespectful for mortals to meet the gaze of Spirits."

Ohhh, how bright you are, little star. What say the waves to my hull, what say the winds to my sails, that by which you are known?

He thinks for a moment, carefully, then answers. "I am called Buggy."

Oh, my sweet, my darling, how interesting you are, how clever, how wise for your sweet short years. By what means have the Fates forged a mind and soul like this? Such a gift to my heart, so intriguing.

"... what..." He licks his lips. "What say the sea, the winds, to that which you are called?"

... I am called many things, my junebug. But now? This Era knows me as The Shadow... but you knew that, didn't you?

"..."

Hm~ Yes. You will do nicely.

"What- aAA-!!"

Shhh, sleep, my sweet, let my love fill your pores and lungs. Dream sweetly under my spells and carry the blackened blessing of my Self with you into the Beginning and End. You, sweet Buggy, are destined for great things. I will carry you there, so long as you carry me in turn...

Buggy screamed into the wooden planks as blackness swallowed his senses, burning and baptizing his cells. The only thing he was aware of was the soft hand in his hair, the whispered assurances like dripping ink, and the pain.

Buggy was swallowed whole on a ship in the fog, cradled by a faceless being and guarded by corpses.

He awakens some time later on his ship, battered and damaged, dirty but warm under the warm, blazing sun. The rigging is damaged, the bodies gone. Buggy is alone, but, he finds sometime later, not unscathed. Staring back from the backs of his hands are two inky stylized emblems. The eyes stare into the air and space, offset by his skin.

He shudders.

He takes to wearing gloves.

He doesn't notice until weeks later that sometimes his shadow will smile at him, warm, loving, intelligent.

He learns more in the ensuing time, but not a word of it is ever breathed to another person.

One does not speak of deals with the fae, after all.

[eek-a-tron]

Loki & Catwoman commission by the brilliant Debbie Balboa! (Somewhat inspired by this fic!)

[abby-ob]

Am I the only a few potc fan to realise this song talks about Davy Jones in potc and not the folklore version? Anyway, this shit slaps

[corvitine]

I have a silly headcanon about the Emperor and my Tav. So Balduran was a pirate, yeah? So I think the Emperor likes shanties. Dahlia is a bard and her favorite kind of music besides ballads (because she’s a college of valor bard) is shanties. He likes it when she plays shanties :)

[pokimoko]

Listening to instrumentals from the silly doo-wee-ooo show is actually something that can be so painful.

[ratuszarsenal]

Stan Rogers, The Longest Johns, David Coffin, The Dreadnoughts, The Revels, Ian Giles, The Poxy Boggars, Esther, Seán Dagher, Colm McGuinness

some other renditions that I recon aren't as well-known: Maria Seras, Spiers & Boden, The Albany Shantymen, Handsome Johnny backed by the pub, Morrigan, Storm Weather Shanty Choir, Johnny Collins, Bob Eggers