#idk if it worked though

[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

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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."

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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. 

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

[bluegiragi]

sneak peek at some of the charm designs I've been working on! besides the monster!au, i'm also making charms inspired by my slasher au + some more niche/specific areas of fandom.

i'm still a month out from getting this merch ready for purchase due to manufacturing and shipping time, but i'm genuinely so excited, just wanted to share!!

[suja-janee]

I’ve been losing my mind over these guys recently

[salmonlyster]

...THEY CAME FROM OUTER JERSEY!

[idontmindifuforgetme]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[reasonsforhope]

100% have been perusing your climate change masterpost, and understand you're probably swamped so feel free to delete of course. But if you can find the time, is there any kind of hope to give in fighting climate change now? Can we save ourselves against the oncoming steamroll?

You hang in there too. Thanks for finding the hope among everything else. It feels so bad rn but I have to believe it can change. I hope it can.

Yeah actually I do think there is hope.

Things are going to get rough. Things are going to get worse before they get better, both for the climate and for people living in the US (and for people living in lots and lots of other countries that will be affected by the US election results/the ways the climate will worsen as aa result).

I haven't posted about this yet because I didn't want it to come to this, but now that it has, here's something that people have been quietly saying/research has been showing for months:

-via Reuters, November 6, 2024

Renewables, especially solar, are just too powerful to be stopped. They just too much cheaper and too much better, and that's only going to become more true, not less.

Also, I think (and hope) it's actually inevitable that at some point, we'll get to net negative carbon emissions. I think it's like solar: the technology, cost, and planet all make it feel like an inevitable technological trajectory, the same way solar tech is on an exponential trajectory. (IF WE WORK FOR IT, OBVIOUSLY, but also so, so many people ARE working for it, have dedicated their lives to working for it)

I sure fucking hope that's the case, anyway.

(You can find my masterpost on going net negative on what that actually means here)

It is gonna happen more slowly and shittily than I hoped, but I do think it's going to happen.

And if we can get to net negative emissions in time to save ourselves (which I think we will, the rates of advancement in many of these areas are very impressive), then we'll be able to slowly start to undo and heal lot of the damage.

[ankles-be-bitten]

idk, i just feel like if your primary argument against transandrophobia/antitransmasculinity theory is that you think it's transmisogynistic you're not being intellectually honest. who does it hurt when trans men and mascs coin a term to describe the intersection of transphobia and sexism as it most frequently affects them? because it does hurt trans men when they're told that they're not entitled to speak on the discrimination they themselves face.

what I'm hearing from people who oppose the antitransmasculinity movement is that transmisogyny is when trans men talk about their problems 👍, but obviously that's not true. i know that's not true. you know that's not true. so then what is the issue? genuinely, enlighten me. you want trans men to shut up and listen? I'm listening.

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[puppppppppy]

act 4 :(

@chipper-smol and i came to a realization

[housecow]

seeing you outright mention you have death feedism tendencies is like a shotgun to the chest (positive)

i have a medical phobia that’s somehow twisted itself into death feedism ngl. also, evil feeders. 😳

someone hellbent on keeping me as fat as possible for as long as they can—knowing what cocktail of drugs keeps my heart pumping, dumbing me down and keeping me pliant with edibles hidden in my food, waking me up every few hours for feedings and funnel sessions instead of letting me sleep so the weight piles on faster than it should..

somewhere deep down i know it’s not good for me. maybe my feeder tells me about all the health problems i have while the feeding tube is in my mouth and i can barely think, but i can’t focus on what they’re saying without getting overwhelmed. if i don’t remember later, it doesn’t really matter, right?

maybe occasionally i’d “come to my senses,” during a lull in the feedings. when my feeder is busy and away for a while, after i’ve made my way through a small mountain of snacks and the mini fridge (full of shakes laced with THC to keep me docile) is just out of reach. maybe i’d try to get up, only to collapse back down because my knee problems finally caught up to me and fuck, it hurts to even try to walk. maybe then i’d finally take a look at where i am, how i’ve given up my life for someone’s (and my own, let’s be real) sick pleasure.

i’d have to deal with that realization for a while. maybe i’d start to cry, unable to handle the reality. eventually, though, my feeder would come back. they’d find me in this state and console me, getting the funnel ready because they can hear my stomach rumbling and it’s been too long since i’ve eaten. they’ll coo into my ear about how it’s all okay, how i asked for this and it’s what we both want.

they’d give my belly a shake, grasping the lowest roll in their hands and enjoying the way it makes my entire body wobble. they’d press a kiss onto the vast expanse of fat above my belly button, an area they were so excited to see expand under their care. they’d struggle a bit to lift one of my tits, eager to see how my breath hitches at the thought of their mouth on me. these are all distractions. they’ve mastered this game of manipulation and there’s no way i’d be able to find my way out of their control. their touch, the food they offer me, even those moments when i’m not high or in a haze of fullness and pleasure, were meant to further ensnare me and ensure i’m theirs for as long as i live.

my health, my life, is in my feeder’s hands. they know what’s best. as long as i keep eating, keep taking the pills they hand me, keep ignoring how hard it is to move and breathe, it will all be fine. or, that’s what i’d tell myself.

[technically-human]

Your art is so, so, so, so cute. If you ever were so inclined, I would love to see your take on Charles finally getting to eat a plate of spaghetti

Edwin wasn't too sure he liked it, but I think he's convinced now!

ko-fi

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

hrrrmmmmm.. I know it isn't halloween BUUT

more vampire/werewolf fiddlestan?? :}

Took me FORever to answer these, you guys don't even want to know the amount of asks I have that I really want to answer with full comics 😭🙏

Anywayy, sorry to keep you, @elishevart waiting for responses to your asks, when you've sent so many, so long ago!!

Comic time 🤞😋

I call this one: Second hand embarrassment and surprise guest: Continuity Error!! ❤️

Previous!!

First!!

[pokeberry5]

girl experiences gender euphoria and is immediately slammed by grief

for @litttlittt <3. this was supposed to be a portrait of caroline hill, but litta mentioned tim looking like janet when dressed as caroline and identity issues and angst and things spiraled

something about tim not knowing if he's his mother's child or bruce's or neither's.

figuring out the looks:

i wanted janet to have that poofy 70s hair

[teletunkie]

Beverly Hills! That’s where I want to be 🎶🎤😲

[czpeterp]

Can I offer you some Dorym?

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events