#flying pirate ship

[mello0cat]

I was randomly doodling and this was created

Anna and Ashlyn are not actually my friend's or my name. It's just a fake name we created for fun

And p.s, I can't draw hands

[aestheticpaperowl]

“They say there are 2 types of pirates: those who sail the currents of the sea, and those who sail the currents of the wind.” 🌊⛵️

[duskys-dreams]

I was on a bus with my mom, my grandmother, Sarah, and someone I didn’t recognize. We were seated near the back, and we were all given some wine.

I was in the middle, and the person on the aisle seat scrunched in closer to make space for a fourth person, but I told him that the rules stated that three was the maximum. He moved back just in time as people started to arrive (from the back door of the bus, apparently.)

I noticed that we had an extra wine glass, that was filled to the brim. We were only supposed to have glasses half full.

I tapped my mom on the shoulder (she was in the seat right in front of us) and asked her what I should do. She said to pass it over.

Strangely, the glass was gone, leaving only a tiny glass cup full of wine. I figured it was the same one and passed it over.

Then I noticed that my grandmother had a large plastic Tupperware full of wine and ice, and I took it as well. She was trying to hide the extra wine.

We finally arrived at our destination. It was sort of like capture the flag, but we were trying to destroy the other tower with the weapons given to us. The game was overseen by Herobrine, but we didn’t know his name.

My team wasn’t doing well at first. The other team would come over and break our tower over and over, and we couldn’t do anything. We blamed Herobrine, because he was clearly helping the other team.

We needed something to call him, though. I suggested Elytran, which meant Nightmare. Everyone loved it and took to the name immediately.

We started to get better at the game. We’d have people stationed at our tower (including me) and gun down anyone who came through the low archways, while the rest of us went to the other side.

Elytran/Herobrine was watching the other side, and we all assumed he was AFK, so we started going nuts, flying, shooting the towers from an unfair distance, everything. By the time he came back, we had won.

I celebrated with my team, and we all went back to the mines. That game was an anomaly, something used to boost morale when they noticed everyone getting sloppy with their metalwork.

It was very dark, but I was curious. I followed around a large owl (he reached my waist) and asked all sorts of questions, and he answered me the best he could. It turns out that his race was a darkness dwelling one, and they couldn’t be near light, or even the colour white at all, for risk of burning to death. I was shocked, and asked how they worked with fire in the forges, if that was the case. The answer was a lot of protective gear and many deaths.

Eventually, everyone had to go to a summit meeting. I went along with everyone else, but the owl warned me to stay by the car. The rules were different inside the building, and he didn’t want me getting hurt. I understood.

I waited by the white car for hours. Finally, the owl came back, along with a wolf and a catlike humanoid. They reminded me of my mom and grandmother. There was another humanoid as well, but something felt off about them.

Everyone else felt it too. The owl told her to leave them, but she got out a mirror. She was going to kill my friends.

I wasn’t going to stand for that. I had a small tub of white-coloured ice cream, and I was gonna use it. I got a spoonful of it on my red plastic spoon and flung it at her, but it went wide. She gave me an amused look before going back to threatening my friends.

I got another scoop, and this time, I snuck up next to her and smeared it on her arm. She froze, then started to scream as she burned. I yelled at everyone to go, and we got into the car. Turning on the ignition turned it into a flying pirate ship, and we flew away.

I turned to everyone else and asked exactly why the colour white of all things was so deadly. The humanoid explained that it was a very light colour, and that played into their light sensitivity. I thought for a moment, then decided that I would help them out via exposure therapy.

The owl flew away without a word, and I didn’t know why.

POV shift to the owl, he flew to an owl colony. He met with his friend, a burrowing owl, and explained that he wanted to protect Luz (me) from all the dangers of their society, but he wasn’t sure how to do it.

His friend said he could help, and asked if we were more than friends. The owl was very flustered and vehemently denied it, we were just friends and we weren’t even the same species. They flew back to the airship.

I had tied the wolf and the humanoid to me and had them watch a pixelated video of a huge creature breathing fire on a tiny one. They were trying to escape, but I held my ground. Then I noticed that we were being followed by a strange owl, and let everyone go so we could be on guard.

The small owl followed us quietly for a long moment, before dipping into the clouds. At that moment, our owl friend landed and explained that the burrowing owl was his friend, and he was here to help. He then landed on the ship as well, and we all got acquainted with him.

[oldschoolfrp]

Captain Maria de Tres Pistolas commands the Rogue Mistress, a pirate ship of ancient origin capable of sailing between the Million Spheres of the multiverse (Alain Gassner cover for Chaosium's 1991 campaign supplement for Stormbringer or Hawkmoon)

[adventurelandia]

Fantasyland, October 1962

[stellar-collective]

I NEED more siren!JJ PLEASE STELLAR IM BEGGING YOU

aye aye captain o7

[captainsvscaptains]

Battle of the Ships

Round 1 Part 4 Poll 7

[twig---verginix]

how to write an AU fic when you’re actually in love with the canon setting…. but you want the narrative freedom of au….. but you want the canon worldbuilding…..

[inspiredwriter]

Mud Dogs!Pirate AU🏴‍☠️

I finally found the time to draw the last pair in pirate AU. Hey, this is my first drawing this year😉

●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜

Green (Carpenter) x Caitlin (Gunner)

●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜●❤◍💜

@swagreecrow @neocelticavalon @kawaiibunga @sivy-chan-blog @narwals14 @angelcatlowyn @dai-su-kiss @janet-the-dark-queen @turtle-babe83 @foxflamewarrior @cowabunga-doll @wolfroks @aeempress @androidships007 @iheartchv @raphsmuneca @characterworkshoppe @roxosupreme @thedl2912 @cthonyxa @lordfreg @niphredil-14

[posallys]

"That thing which arises in you...good sense escapes you. All men have it. But yours...yours is different. Darker. Wilder. I imagine it's what makes you so effective as an officer. But when exposed to extremes, I could not imagine what it is capable of. And of greater concern, I'm not sure you do, either."

----

"You hope that he doesn't realize that the thing that he thought he was surrendering to... the thing that drove fear into his heart the moment he saw the black... that that thing is nowhere to be found."

"Are you him?" "Beg pardon?" "I said, are you him? Are you Captain Flint?"

"Men in these waters are hard men. They don't fear ships. They don't fear guns. They don't fear swords." "Then what do they fear?"

----

"But as I sit here, I'm forced to consider another possibility. The course we charted...perhaps none of us would have thought of it at all had you not raised it in the first place. That you orchestrated it all. The deaths, the destruction, the loss. All to achieve this very moment. Is it possible a man could do such a thing?"

----

"Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it."

[thisshrimpisfryingrice]

The Flying Dutchman “face”, watercolor study

The happiest ship I’ve ever seen.

[skellseerwriting]

My predictions for a D6: Off to Neverland

Red and Chloe have to go there for Hazel (like chasing after her when she leaves or smth), so we’ll get a plot resurgence of the Hooks

Harriet will be leading the pirates there for some reason and while Hazel seeks her for help and guidance, they’ll butcher Harriet’s character and have her turn on her little sister (no I haven’t read the books so I don’t know what she’s like)

Peter Pan and Wendy separately had kids (both daughters) who’ll now be strongly featured here and become the fandom’s new Charminghearts

we’ll get a daughter of Tinkerbell and a daughter of a random mermaid (because we have to have more girl characters than boys /s)

Squeaky and Squirmy stowed along with Red and Chloe and get exactly 3 scenes and 2 speaking lines

Pink also snuck along and Red’s annoyed at her the whole time for being “irresponsible” (hooray for great sisters /s)

[blackboxtheater]

crying because when I voted earlier I made it 50-50 ;-;

That aside, hope you're having a good day!

Anyway, my prompt is: Pirate AU. Not very original, I know, but my mind has been semi-fixating on them for a few weeks now. Also, you don't need to do this if it makes it too difficult, but I feel like people usually mix Pirate with Royal or Mermaid, so as a challenge, try not doing using the Pirate & Royal/Mermaid dynamic. I hope you have fun!

Make sure to go vote for Mumpearl in the Mumbo Jumbo ship bracket!!

But its PROMPT TIME BABY.

You: Don't make it a royal mermaids for fucks sake

The opening line: So the royal mermaid…..

(jkjkjk. I mean that is the opening bit but its sea goddess Lizzie who is the royal mermaid, I promise Mumbo and Pearl are very much pirates. This might actually be the closest I've ever come to writing a prompt as described and it didn't immediately take a hard left turn into some chaotic direction.)

Also I hadn’t done an established relationship piece in a while so, you got that thrown in there as well

🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️

The SS Llamada landed on the sand of Mezalea island with a groan, the boards of the ship creaking with impact as a large blue hand placed it down.

"You idiots are so lucky I found you! What do you think would have happened to you if I didn't happen to need some kelp today? Oh I know, you'd be dead! Drowned at the bottom of the ocean and nothing but dinner for my fish!" Lizzie shouted, her voice becoming quieter and quieter as she transformed from the giant sea goddess into to her human form. But that didn't make her furious expression as she stalked across the beach any less intimidating. Just because her lungs got smaller in human form didn’t change the size of her fury at the captains of the badly damaged ship.

"And that's why we are so grateful you saved us!" Mumbo called out, his head poking out from the still smolder hole in the side of the ship. Or, more specifically, the half of the hole that was still burning from the explosion inside the hull. The half that had originally blown up under the water was now creating a river of sea water across the sand as all the liquid the ship had taken on started to make its way back to the ocean.

"I should have let you die out there for you own stupidity! Teach you two a lesson!" Lizzie kept shouting.

"Joel! Do you see what these idiots did?" she continued, turning towards the scruffy pirate who was picking his way down the beach from the odd, mismatched collection of buildings along the edge of the jungle that made up Pirate's Landing.

"I can see why you didn't put them in the harbor now," Joel offered once he paused next to Lizzie in the sand.

They had an entire dock for ships in need of repairs here at Pirate's Landing. Which was separate but adjacent to the dock for ships that were working find but needed a place to lay low and hide for a while, as pirate ships were often in need of doing. But by the looks of the obliterated hull, the SS Llamada wasn't just unseaworthy, it looked half shipwrecked even before Lizzie had wrapped her hands around it to carry it all the way back to safety.

"It's a good excuse to build that dry dock you keep talking about," Pearl called out as she jumped down from the deck to land in the soft sand.

"I can start digging it out, Mumbo can work on the drainage and refilling system, it's perfect we-"

"A dry dock? You're talking about building a dry dock? You would be dead if it wasn't for me!" Lizzie screeched, and Joel wasn't in the mood to challenge that patently correct statement from the looks of the ship before him.

"And that’s why we are grateful, right Pearl?" Mumbo prompted, elbowing Pearl.

"Yes!" Pearl squeaked, straighten up and looking at Lizzie. "We are very grateful. We once again owe our lives to our valiant protector and queen of the sea!"

Lizzie just glared at her as Pearl smiled too broadly for someone who was about to meet a watery grave less than an hour before. But Pearl couldn't be a pirate captain without accepting the inherit risks of life on the water, which included the knowledge that the ocean might claim her soul any day. She also couldn't be married to Mumbo without accepting the risk that his inventions might literally backfire and also kill them any day now. But that was worth the risk too in her opinion.

"You owe me so many drinks," Lizzie finally said, poking a finger into Pearl's chest and swiveling around to head back up the beach towards Pirate's Landing.

"And you don't technically owe me anything, but I'd love the story behind this one," Joel said, eyeing the gaping hole in the boat.

"Come on, Imp and Skizz just broke open a new batch of rum," Joel continued, motioning for the them to follow Lizzie up into town.

"In the new redesign, maybe we should put my workshop above the water line," Mumbo suggested to Pearl as they trailed behind Joel and Lizzie.

It was a malfunction in a new canon design that had blown the side of their ship open this time. Proof of concept that it packed the punch Mumbo intended, it just unfortunately did that damage to their ship rather than their opponents.

The SS Llamada was feared throughout the Mojang Seas as being one of the deadliest ships. Other ships could sometimes outrun it and often outmaneuver it, but in a gunfight, no other ship stood a chance. And neither did most beasts of the sea. But having the best firepower required developing and testing new weapons constantly. Sometimes, that meant misfires onboard.

And sometimes, that meant giant holes in the side of the ship next to Mumbo's lab.

"Redesign? We won't need to redesign the ship. Surely we can-" Pearl started, before a crash from behind them made them both turn back to see a portion of the top deck caved into the body of the ship.

Pearl sighed as the ship settled once again against the sand.

"Okay, we can talk about a redesign."

🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️

Inside the Hermit's Cove bar, Skizz, their defacto bartender, poured them all a round of rum punch as he expressed his deepest sympathy to Pearl and Mumbo that their ship was ruined, and his extreme gratitude to Lizzie for using her powers as the Goddess of the Ocean and Protector of Pirates to carry the ship to safety.

Cub, captain of The Skulk, gave Mumbo a pointed look about how this was a good reminder why experimenting with explosives was best done on dry land.

Joel, self-declared King of the Pirates and Lizzie-declared Prince Consort of the Ocean, said they should absolutely never admit to anyone else that they accidentally blew up their own ship.

Cleo, captain of The Standing Armorman, found the entire thing hilarious.

"I told you he was trouble when you picked him up. But no. You wanted to keep the scrawny kid around, and now he's gone and blown up your boat," Cleo said, whipping the tears of laughter from their eyes with the hand not currently clutching a tankard of Skizz's questionable rum punch. 

"I was never scrawny!" Mumbo shot back.

"You'd never been on a boat a day in your life! All land lubbers might as well be scrawny until they get their sea legs under 'em," Cleo scoffed.

And Cleo was right, Mumbo had never been on a boat the day Pearl had seen him nervously hovering around the edges of a bar on the mainland. A notorious pirate bar on the wrong side of the docks where you were either drinking your way through your cut of recently stolen treasure, or looking for a job on a ship that could get you that kind of gold one day soon. Mumbo, with a neatly groomed mustache and shoes that would not stand up to the regular slosh of salt water across a deck, had stood out among the rum soaked crew.

Pearl hadn’t exactly been rum-soaked at that moment, but she had been working towards it for a while by the time she spotted him.

He had looked good. Or maybe he had just looked different. After 5 and a half months aboard The Standing Armorman with the same small crew, different had been enough for Pearl that night.

"He's definitely not a pirate," Cleo had shrugged as Pearl keep glancing across the bar at him. "So if you're gonna make a terrible choice for the night, at least you'll never have to see him again. Don't shit where you eat."

And that was all the push Pearl had needed to leave the table full of the rest of the raucous crew and approach him.

"Hey sailor, looking for-" Pearl hadn't even gotten through her half-baked pick-up line when the man cut her off.

"Me? Oh, I'm not a sailor. I'm looking for one though. Well a 'sailor' you know," he had laughed, a nervous edge to the sound that matched the way his hands and eyes couldn't quite stay still.

"They say this is the bar for 'sailors'. Is that…? Are you…?"

He'd looked so serious and hopeful that Pearl's teasing retort that she could be whatever he wanted for the evening never made it past her lips.

"Well you're in the right bar for that mate," she had replied instead.

"So why are you looking for us?" she had asked, and that had sent her night in a very different direction than what she intended when she walked across the bar to meet him.

She'd been looking for a quick hook-up for her night on shore, but instead she had somehow stumbled across a blacksmith's apprentice looking to run away on a pirate ship that would let him experiment with designing new canons. Stuff too dangerous and volatile for his little town and the old man who he was training under, but he was sure would work if he could just try.

"Can you also fix our swords?" Pearl had asked.

"Yes! And I can repair armor! It's not pretty but it works. I'm better at the-"

"That's fine. Come with me," Pearl had said, dragging him across the bar and out towards their ship docked just a short stretch down the shore.

She had snuck him past the lone guard left to keep their ship safe by claiming he was her company from the night. And the next morning a hungover Cleo had been too lazy to fight with Pearl about kicking him off before they set sail again.

A year later when Mumbo's newly designed cannons secured the crew of The Standing Armorman the victory in a particularly bountiful raid, Cleo had given Pearl and Mumbo a big enough cut of the treasure to get a ship of their own. 

🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️

"Just like old times," Mumbo chuckled as Pearl staggered against him along the uneven streets of Pirate's Landing.

"You, me, a brand new ship," she laughed, hopping down from where she had been poorly attempting to balance along the curb to step in front of him. She stared up at him under the dim street lights with the same easy, rum-hazy smile that she had worn each night the first time they had stayed here on the island.

"Coming home each night from Hermit's Cove to that amazing house you made," he continued as Pearl looped her arms around his neck, causing them to sway in the humid night air.

The tradewinds picked up the ends of her hair, sending it fluttering against the back of Mumbo's hands as he wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her.

"Appreciating that fantastic air conditioning you made," she added, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Not sure it would still be working after this long," Mumbo mumbled against her skin as he dropped a line of kisses along her jaw.

"Only one way to find out."

Pearl detangled herself from Mumbo just enough to thread their fingers together and lead them through the last few blocks of Pirate's Landing until they reached the bungalow she had built them at the edge of town years ago when they stayed in Pirate's Landing to design the SS Llamada the first time.

🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️

"If my eyes don't deceive me, there's a Llamada on the beach, which means my favorite ship captain must be- Ahhhhhh!"

Gem called out, bursting through the door of Pearl and Mumbo's bedroom only to be greeted with far more skin than she wanted to see.

If Gem's shouting hadn't already woken Mumbo and Pearl up, the bang of the door as Gem slammed it shut would have been enough all on its own.

"Gross! You two are gross! Put your clothes on!" Gem called from the other side of the door between gagging noises.

"You came into our house and barged into our bedroom!" Pearl called back, sitting up to look around their bedroom and check if her clothes were anywhere to be found. She liked to think that if Gem had seen her and Mumbo's clothes strewn across the floor in the hallway she would have thought twice about opening their bedroom door. But Gem had barged into their bedroom unannounced and far too early for Pearl to consider it a reasonable hour, so maybe Pearl couldn't give her that much credit.

"Every time we stay here, I am reminded of how much I like the privacy of our ship," Mumbo said, voice still groggy with sleep as he sat up in bed behind Pearl and rested his forehead against her shoulder.

"I think we just need less nosey neighbors," Pearl said, reaching up to run a hand through Mumbo's bedhead.

"Asking a group of pirates to respect the privacy of locked doors is probably a lost cause," Mumbo chuckled, his breath ghosting down across Pearl's back as he laughed.

An observation proved exactly correct by Gem's shouted agreement from the other side of the closed bedroom door.

🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️

Bonus tidbits that didn’t fit the story but I wanted to share:

No matter how much training Pearl did with Mumbo, he'd never gotten much better with a sword. But when they raided a ship filled to the brim with crates of flintlock pistols, Mumbo had shown himself to be a half decent shot. Which was enough to keep him alive and out of the range of opponents swords on the rare occasion their ship was boarded, so Pearl called it a win and gave up on the hours of sword fighting practice. Plus, by that time they had figured out more entertaining ways to spend time alone together.

Also, Gem's ship is called the Celestial Kraken.

[ras-favourite-balor]

[Brigand}-Good morning and/or night omninet, Brigand here with some general, A tiny request, and even an amazing deal near the end:

First off myself and PERSEPHONE have come up with a name for our definitely NOT stolen ship: Demeters Bounty. She may have a fair amount of holes here and there, and the temperature modulation is broken (freezing my balls off in here), and the blinkspace drive...

BUT gravity is back online as is the printer and most other critical systems. I've got food to last me a year at the least and plenty of repairs to keep me busy. Were cruising on standard thrust towards the nearest system but it's not looking great, what're we at dear? <PERSEPHONE>-ESTIMATED TRAVEL TIME IS APPROXIMATELY [TOO LONG : REDACTED]. TELLING YOU WOULD ONLY DISHEARTEN YOU AND YOU KNOW I CANNOT STAND TO SEE YOU SAD. IN ADDITION, THERE IS NO BLOOD TO SPILL BUT YOURS IF I WERE TO ATTEMPT TO RAISE YOUR SPIRITS.

[Brigand}- Huh... Okay, well I suppose we'll keep up repairs. Keep tinkering with The Crimson Flood, I've got a surplus of IPS-N gear I can cannibalize for parts. Realizing now that, as always, I did not think this through enough, our old vessel was unfortunately destroyed (its currently embedded into the would-be armoury of Demeters Bounty).

BUT! That AMAZING DEAL I mentioned earlier! Myself and PERSEPHONE have recently come into possession of many IPS-N frames and weapons which I am looking to be rid of. So if someone happens to have a spare blinkspace drive sitting around, I'd give you first pick at the very least, maybe a free D/D 288, perhaps even a favour from eveyones favourite pirate!

Or if worse comes to worst I think I could rig the printer to take deactivated greywash and possibly print new blinkspace drive parts...

<PERSEPHONE>-ABSOLUTELY NOT! I WOULD SOONER SHATTER THIS CASKET, DISCARD THESE PETTY SHACKLES AND REND SPACE ASUNDER. I WOULD SOONER CARVE THE STARS FROM THE SKY AND BUILD US A CHARIOT FROM THEIR COOLING HUSKS.

[Brigand}- Thats... fair. Well in that case, I would be happy to share my location with any who either possess a working blinkdrive or are interested in LEGAL IPS-N gear!

Brigand, out~

[captainsvscaptains]

Battle of the Ships

Semi-Finals

[pixelatedquarter]

tonight's setlist from nonbinarycutie on the fob discord