#like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck

[thelastgherkin]

LEGACY UNITED Star Raider Filch

Shiny, like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck. Scrub the deck and make it look...

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[count-alucard-tepes]

Op hotties baby has made dinner their new pet

Kizaru ✨: *frowns* “…daddy was really looking forward to crab tonight…”

Akainu🌋: *huffs* “…okay but I’m allergic to seafood…is your mother trying to kill me?”

Ryokugyu 🌱: *looks over his sunglasses* “…I’ll order us some pizza”

Fujitora 🐅: “…I thought you already have enough friends…now the crab too”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *raises a brow* “…this kid needs to outside and make friends”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *pouts* “…I wanted lobster though”

Benn Beckman 🔫: “…that’s one expensive friend”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: “…the one day I decide to eat something other than sugar…you make it your friend…it’s a sign”

Killer🔪: *gasps* “He likes blades just like me!”

Kaido🐉: *looks concerned* “…maybe it’s about time we sent you to school”

King 👑: *throws the crab back into the ocean* “…not on my watch! You’re not hurting my baby!”

Queen👑: *hums a tune* “…Shiny��Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck

Scrub the deck and make it look...”

Izou🔫🔫: *huffs* “…you have ten minutes before I cook it”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: *smirks* “…I think your friend wants to meet your big brother Sabo…he’s taking a nap right now…”

Oven Charlotte 🍞: “…fine, but it’s not staying in the house”

Buggy🤡: *raises a brow* “…wait until it pinches you”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *looks thoughtful* “…this crab looks like it’s seeking out revenge”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: *laughs* “…guess we’re never gonna eat crab again”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: “Aww…my baby is so friendly…you should teach your big brother Law how to make more friends too”

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: “…your friend said he wants to play in the pot with his other friends…daddy thinks this is a good idea”

Gecko Moria🦇: “…you know…it is pretty cute, I’ll give you that”

Iceburg💜: “…he definitely takes after his papa…it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Crab”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: *raises a brow* “…how’d you even find the kitchen? I don’t even know where that is”

Rob Lucci🐆: “…who gave the crab a knife?! Clearly he’s threatening us”

[gloriousmonsters]

Mememememe I want to see

please enjoy a selection from you're on a path in the desert, chapter 2: 'The Ancient', brought about by wondering what ganondorf's motivation is and being honest and brash enough he kind of likes you and is like 'sorry, kid' while murdering you to attempt a breakout in the first chapter. narrated by Zelda, starring Link and Ganondorf.

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You're on a path in the desert. Or... it's more of a beach, isn't it? You can hear the sea. Small crabs scuttle and hide among rocks smoothed by eons of lapping waves; the pristine sands glitter, here and there, with old coins and jewels set in tarnished metal. Pirate treasures, as if a ship was wrecked here long ago. A lonely blue sky arches high above, unmarred by a single cloud. A path of scattered white rocks, like sun-bleached bones, lead toward the edge of the water. At the end of this path, a man with evil eyes is imprisoned. A king. You, hero, must slay him; or it will be the end of the world.

Voice of the Curious: He didn't seem that bad!

- Yeah, he wasn't as bad as she hyped him up to be.

- Bad? He was very bad! I'm completely on board with the 'slaying' thing now.

- Hang on, how are we here? Didn't we die?

> I see what you mean, but he did very much kill us. That was a thing that happened.

Voice of the Curious: I guess, but he was so... sad. He just wanted to escape. He seemed like he'd been there for a really long time.

> He did.

Excuse me, who's this? And what are you saying about dying? Please don't tell me—

Voice of the Curious : We died and we came back to life!

- More or less.

- I died and it was terrifying and now I'm me and also this other part of me and they're both me and I don't know how that works or what's going on and I'm going to start crying probably

> This isn't the first time we've been here. Your 'man with the evil eyes' was the one that killed me, not the other way around.

He's not mine, and... It wouldn't be the same, the other way around. You need to slay him, not kill him.

- I get it. I'm a human, and he's a monster.

> Semantics.

Very important ones. Listen to me, hero. I hoped that this wouldn't happen, and I didn't want to scare you with the possibility. But please believe me—we're walking a fine line, now. All is not lost, but every failure widens his chance at escape.

Voice of the Curious: Really?

I do not like how you said that. This... voice, whatever it is, it seems very young. Don't let naivety influence you, hero. One failure means he's already found a chink in your armor—it is even more imperative you keep your guard up. Whatever he said, whatever he did, put it out of your mind. Focus on this. He is evil, and he will destroy everything if he escapes. You are the hero, the only one with the power to stop him. I—everything depends on you.

Voice of the Curious : That's a lot of pressure...

- I love pressure.

- I hate pressure.

 > Are you really sure I can do this?

Yes. You’re the only one that can. 

Voice of the Curious: Wow, she sounds... so serious. I don't know if I trust her, but I think she likes you.

Ha. That's... You matter a great deal to me. By definition, of course. You’re the hero, you matter to everyone. But we don't have time to sit here and talk about our feelings, whatever they might be. Your quest is the same, hero. It's time to go forward.

> (proceed to the prison)

N: At the edge of the water, the path of rocks continue—for a little while. Soon they're fewer and farther between, and in their place are footholds of debris, half-rotted hulls of wood, old chests rammed up on some invisible sandbank below the water. There have been many wrecks here, and as you pick your way forward, you see the largest of them up ahead. Splintered and broken, its massive hull impaled on the tall and jagged rocks that rise from the hidden seabed, like towers of some sunken castle. The rest of it is remarkably intact, but it looks ancient. Weathered, by years that have sapped color from cloth and wood and leached memory from material. Every detail blurred. The figurehead is faceless, nearly formless, like the... like the image of a loved one long forgotten.

> Are you all right?

Your path ends—or rather, takes a new form—at the side of the wreck. An old rope ladder leads up the barnacle-encrusted side. The old wood creaks as you ascend, but even that sound is... muted. This ship isn't just wrecked, it's becalmed. The muting of that sound makes you acutely aware of the absence of others. No birds cry in the sky; no fish splash in the water. The land behind you is already lost in a hazy fog. This is a lonely place.

Voice of the Curious: She's making it sound so depressing. It's sad, but it's also sort of cool, right? It's like an old pirate ship! It doesn't feel like a prison, it feels like... like a hideout!

Please be quiet. It's a prison. It might look... odd, but it's a prison.

Voice of the Curious : Do you think there's treasure?

...No.

Voice of the Curious: ...You want there to be treasure too, right?

I'm not interested. We have a very important job to do. To your left, across the weathered deck, a door leads to the fo'c'sle. It's not locked, but it's encrusted with barnacles, warped in its frame. Beside it, a sword is embedded in the wall, as if left there after a battle long ago. It gleams with its own light—

Voice of the Curious: It's not glowing, though. It's just a sword.

It's not—but... Ah. Yes. Well, it doesn't need to glow, does it? It's the hero's sword. It's made to kill evildoers and monsters. It's meant for your hand, and your hand alone. Take up the sword, hero. You'll need it if you want to save us all.

- But it's not glowing. Didn't you say it was important it glowed?

- What if I don't want to save everyone?

> take up the sword

- don't take up the sword

Sword in hand, you force open the door, rusted hinges screeching as you shove your whole body's weight against it. Before you is a sheer drop, lightless, only the first few feet visible in the foggy sunlight that filters past your shoulders. A rope ladder hangs over the ledge at your feet, vanishing into shadow. The air is musty, damp, and smells of moldering spice and rotting silk, wood permeated with gunsmoke and worried by the icy teeth of the ocean over the course of centuries. If this is the prison the king's been confined in, killing him will be a mercy.

His voice echoes up from the darkness, tired but commanding.

The King: I knew you'd return. Come here, boy. Let us speak face to face.

Voice of the Curious: He remembers us! And he sounds... older. I mean, he was already older than us. But he sounds much older now. 

Of course he's old, he's been in prison for a long time. Don't dwell on it or wonder about it, the more time and thought you give him the more dangerous he is. Just get down there and accomplish your quest.

> proceed down the 'stairs'

After what feels like half an hour of nerve-wracking descent, feeling for foot and hand-holds in the darkness, light begins to bloom below you. When you come to the bottom, a few minutes later, you find yourself facing another door—this one richly carved wood, remarkably well-preserved considering the state of the ship. It's hard to make out much in the light filtering through the cracks around it, but you can see intricate, geometric patterns, and the snarling face of a boarlike beast carved huge in the very center.

Voice of the Curious: What—

You waste no time fooling around and asking questions, and open the door. Striding within, you find yourself confronted with a surprisingly lavish room, dimly lit by old oil-lamps. Rich rugs cover the floor; a huge bed stands in the back of the room, partly hidden by curtains, and a huge desk carved with intricate details dominates another side of the room. Tapestries, paintings and maps nearly cover the walls, save for a section that seems dedicated to a number of weapons—at a glance you see twin swords and a trident. Everything feels a little... oversized, as if you're a child venturing into the room of an adult. When you look closer, you can see signs of wear and age—cracking paint, books with pages puffed by soaking and drying out, scratches in the fine wood and dust on the tapestries—but the overall effect is still opulent, overwhelming. This feels right for a prison meant to confine a king; it would be suitable for an emperor, confined to his office by the new regime, allowed to keep a pretense of dignity.

But across the room from you, there's a strangely bare section of the wall, interrupted by only two things: A porthole filled more by spiderwebbing cracks than glass, showing only blank darkness, and the King, who stands tall and studies you thoughtfully with pale gold eyes.

The King: You approach me, yet again, with your blade in hand. Interesting.

He's a big man, broad and heavy, a physique that might impress as brutish or sedentary if not for the way he holds himself. Straight-backed, imperious, with a hint of a fighter's grace in the way his stance shifts as his eyes track the step you take forward. There's no gray in his hair, or deep wrinkles on his face, but something about him gives an impression of great age and greater weariness. His face is craggy, but his eyes are delicately lined with black; he wears a topaz on his brow, and fine robes that inspire ideas of entrenched and confident authority. As he seems to reach an internal resolution in his appraisal of you, his teeth bare in what is hard to determine as a mocking smile or a grimace of pain.

The King: I suppose that if you try to kill me this time, it will only be fair. But I'd rather we talk.

Voice of the Curious: Ooh, talk! Yes! I want to know what's going on! Just, um, maybe we should stay at a distance.

Remember what you're here for. Don't listen to him, or him. Please, hero. Kill him now.

- slay the king

- kill him?

- You killed me last time, I'd like an apology before we do anything else.

> All right. Let's talk.

[breelandwalker]

Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck! 😁

[pranks-all-day-everyday]

🎶Shiny

Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck

Scrub the deck and make it look🎶

[sciencestyled]

The Unholy Siren of the Abyss: Davy Jones's Descent into the Dark Art of Sonar

The day began like any other cursed mornin' in Davy Jones's locker—a symphony of groans from the damned, a cacophony of rusted chains, and the ever-present smell of brine. But something was off, like the wrong rum served at a pirate’s wake. It was in the early gloam, just as the tide was turnin', when a strange noise pierced the usual murky silence of my submerged domain.

It started as a low, unsettling hum, barely more than a whisper beneath the waves, but it grew louder, more insistent, until it resonated through every crevice of my sunken citadel. At first, I thought it was just another ship meetin' its doom—nothing out of the ordinary, mind ye. But this was different. There was no wood splinterin', no cannon fire, no desperate cries for mercy. Just that cursed hum, like the moanin' of a ghost with unfinished business.

I ventured out, leavin' behind the comfort of me throne made of shattered timbers and cursed doubloons, to see what new hell had stirred. As I drifted through the inky depths, I noticed the sea creatures were acting strange. The sharks circled in confusion, the eels slithered away, and even the mighty kraken had retreated to the farthest corners of the trench. It was as if the very sea itself was sick.

And then I saw it—the source of the disturbance. A strange contraption, not unlike the metal beasts the landlubbers call 'submarines,' but this one was different. It didn’t slink or creep like the others. Instead, it floated, dead in the water, with that infernal hum emanating from its belly. Curiosity, the very sin that led so many to their doom, got the better of me. I swam closer, drawn to the device like a moth to flame.

As I neared, I saw it—a device belching out sound waves in rhythmic pulses, echoing through the water like the heartbeat of some mechanical beast. I could feel its vibrations in me bones, rattling the very chains that bound me to the depths. It was searchin' for something, huntin' in the dark, and that realization sent a shiver through me—a sensation I hadn't felt since the day I became one with the sea.

Sonar, they call it. A wicked spell cast by those who dare to think they can command the ocean's secrets. And yet, as much as it filled me with an unspeakable dread, it also fascinated me. Here was a device that could see in the dark, hear through the silence, and reveal the hidden treasures and lurking dangers of the deep. It was a tool worthy of Davy Jones himself.

But how did such a thing come to exist? And more importantly, why had it come to me? As I circled the cursed machine, it came to me in a flash, like the moment a sailor realizes he's set sail on a doomed vessel. This infernal device had the power to lay bare all that I’d hidden in the abyss—my lair, the souls of the damned, even the treasures I’d claimed as me own. But it also had the potential to be the perfect tool for a hunter like me. If I could harness its power, I could track every ship, every sailor, every treasure that dared to navigate my domain.

I returned to my lair, mind swirling with thoughts of sonar, and set to work learnin' all I could about it. I pored over the scraps of knowledge I'd accumulated over the centuries, pieces of wrecked ships and the writings of madmen who had dared to challenge the sea. Slowly but surely, I pieced together the story of sonar, its origins, and its purpose. The more I learned, the more I realized the true power of this arcane technology. And with that knowledge came the desire to share it—nay, to warn the fools who thought they could play with such dangerous toys.

But how could I communicate this to the land-dwellers? They had long since stopped listenin' to the tales of the old sea gods. And then it struck me—writing! If those scoundrels could craft a device like sonar, surely they could still read. And what better way to spread the word than through a tale so dark and sinister, it would be remembered for generations? A story that would chill them to their very bones, just as that first hum had done to me.

And so, I set to work, penning an account of sonar so vivid and terrifying that none would dare forget it. I filled it with the horrors of the deep, the dangers of the unseen, and the wrath of the ocean herself. Let them read it and tremble, I thought. Let them learn the price of meddling with forces they can never fully understand.

So, me hearties, when ye read the words that follow, know this: ye’re messin’ with powers far beyond yer ken. And should ye ever find yerself on the wrong end of a sonar’s signal, remember that it was ol’ Davy Jones who first heard its call, and lived to tell the tale.

[nagito-komaeda428]

Well, Tamatoa hasn't always been this glam I was a drab little crab once Now I know I can be happy as a clam Because I'm beautiful, baby

Did your granny say listen to your heart Be who you are on the inside I need three words to tear her argument apart Your granny lied I'd rather be

Shiny Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck Scrub the deck and make it look

Shiny I will sparkle like a wealthy woman's neck Just a sec

Don't you know Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb They chase anything that glitters (beginners)

Oh, and here they come, come, come To the brightest thing that glitters Mmm, fish dinners

I just love free food (free food) And you look like seafood (seafood)

Well, well, well Little Maui's having trouble with his look You little semi-demi-mini-god Ouch! What a terrible performance Get the hook (get it?) You don't swing it like you used to, man

Yet I have to give you credit for my start And your tattoos on the outside For just like you I made myself a work of art I'll never hide, I can't, I'm too

Shiny Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough Strut my stuff, my stuff is so

Shiny Send your armies but they'll never be enough My shell's too tough

Maui man, you could try, try, try But you can't expect a demi-god To beat a decapod (look it up)

You will die, die, die Now it's time for me to take apart Your aching heart

Far from the ones who abandoned you Chasing the love of these humans Who made you feel wanted You tried to be tough But your armour's just not hard enough

Maui Now it's time to kick your Hiney Ever seen someone so

Shiny Soak it in 'cause it's the last you'll ever see C'est la vie mon ami I'm so

Shiny Now I'll eat you, so prepare your final plea Just for me You'll never be quite as shiny You wish you were nice and Shiny

I haven’t felt despair like this in at least a few hours…

[themculibrary]

Inspired By A Movie Masterlist

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Summary: There had been rumors of a sunken pirate ship, not too far away from Tony's nest, and he'd headed out to investigate. He was expecting to find some cool trinkets, or maybe even a treasure -- shipwrecks were always full of human-made stuff, and Tony liked to collect and study it.

What he ended up finding, though, was a bit bigger than a couple of cute toys. Seriously, what was Tony going to do with two shipwrecked sailors?

(For the Stuckony server Remix event: a Merman!Tony AU)

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Summary: A file with the name Sam Witwicky, Autobot and nothing else. If anything, Tony's curiosity sends Sam Wilson and Clint Barton to Mission City in the middle of a festival in 2015, 8 years after "a rogue military incident" wrecked the city.

Broken Pieces (ao3) - celeste9 nebula/rey T, 4k

Summary: When Rey brought a droid back to her AT-AT with the intention of repairing it and earning herself more credits than she had ever seen in her life, the last thing she was expecting was for the droid to turn out to be not a droid at all, but a cybernetically modified being called Nebula who didn't take well to being scavenged for parts.

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Summary: College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

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Tony was never one to believe in rumors but Loki was never one to believe in miracles. Christmas was just a fairytale and neither of them expected anything else. Grinch!AU.

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“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

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Maybe Tomorrow (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony M, 178k

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Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

of wizards and heroes (ao3) - storyforsomeone loki/harry T, 85k

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scars where all my sins bled (ao3) - Little_Lottie (tfwatson), tfwatson steve/bucky E, 97k

Summary:  An Underworld movie AU

Two hundred and six years ago to the day, Bucky became a vampire. Fuelled by vengeance, he has become his coven’s greatest weapon in the immortal war against the lycans.

Following an anonymous tip, Bucky saves Steve Rogers for the sake of his coven, and maybe for reasons he refuses to examine too closely. But then Steve is bitten and now they stand on opposite sides of an unending blood feud.

There isn’t a world for a lycan and a vampire, but somewhere between a subway station and a safe house, a Black Widow bite and the rising tide of lost memories, Bucky finds himself doubting everything he thought he knew - including that age-old rule about never falling in love with a werewolf.

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Summary: Nick Fury brings together some of Panem’s best and brightest for a Hunger Game that will, hopefully, kick off the Rebellion and end President Snow’s reign of tyranny. But how optimistic is he being? Can people really change? And how much sacrifice is too much?

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Summary: Foggy meets Sally in a grocery store, sees the three bottles of food coloring in her cart, and listens to her talk about how much her son loves it for about ten minutes before he decides he's in love. About four months later, Natasha drops by the Jacksons' apartment to take her first close look at the child that heralds the realization of the Great Prophecy.

He looks small, for the end of the world.

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[fostertheory]

Shiny Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck Scrub the deck and make it look

Shiny I will sparkle like a wealthy woman's neck Just a sec

Don't you know Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb They chase anything that glitters (beginners)

Oh, and here they come, come, come To the brightest thing that glitters Mmm, fish dinners

Wake up babe new fish dropped

[charlieschoice]

#shiny, like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck

[music-in-my-veins14]

Shiny Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck Scrub the deck and make it look

[racingliners]

LEWIS PLUS SEQUINS PLS PLS DO IT (also when I see him in that I have to think about that song from Moana “Shiny” 😂😂😭😭 like pls ‘I’d rather be shiny like a treasure form a sunken pirate wreck’ 😂😂😂) (sorry for enabling you pls only do it if you want to and have time ofc I mainly wanted to bully Lewis with the shiny song 😂😂😂😂😂😂) HUGS xxx

Oh god you're right I'd completely forgotten about that song ccncjdodjebebd

Thank you for continuing to enable me to make fun things 💖

[flownintothesun]

     𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒: shift from greens to greys to blues with the changes of the weather. He’s too young to have reasonably earned the respect of those serving aboard his ship, and yet he has it nevertheless. Boots tap down on freshly cleaned wood of deck as he circles the man on his knees before him, nods at devoted sailor keeping guard.

     “Captain McCarthy,” Werthers begins, “We found this one prowling around the ship, near the plunder, if you catch my drift.”

     Two days ago, the Arcady had come into port with valuables from another sunken wreck. Beautiful things that catch the light in the right ways, remind his people why they practice the dying art of sailing for treasure. None of it, however, had spoken to Westley of ghosts that made any sort of difference.

     He pauses, the beginnings of rain sliding down his nose and the freckles there, “Get inside, Werthers, get everyone inside,” he calls the last part louder for his crew to hear as they begin to scatter, “The weather is about to take a turn. And you,” he offers the other his hand, helps them to their feet, “You don’t look like a pirate, nor a treasure seeker. I’ve quite the affinity for stories, but I’ve little enough time for thieves. Why are you here?”

[its-m3-g0lly]

Awww, you guys are so sweet! Thank you! {◠‿◠✿}

[principalcellist]

For the drawing prompt: shiny!

Give me a word and I’ll draw the first thing that comes to mind!

[silentspacenstuff]

"I'd rather be shiny

Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck

Scrub the deck and make it look shiny

I will sparkle like a wealthy woman's neck

Just a sec

Don't you know ..."

Sorry; couldn't help myself ...

Shiny bastard

My cutter arrived and I accidentally cut my finger.

… and my whole room smells like alcohol.

It was worth it.