#pirates smp eloise

[shiningstarlight101]

Some quick pen drawings of some pirates 🏴‍☠️

[berrysquared]

She’s got a big bird

[mysticotta]

Happy Halloween! I present my Halloween costume! I’m p!Eloise!

[not-a-vegan3]

Pirate Eloise meeting siren Prismarina and being really conflicted Because on one hand "oh wow that siren is pink and blue and is super rare i could get a lot of recognition from the herons if i caught it and took it back to camp" but on the other hand "Oh wow that siren is really pretty and she just gave me a sea-shell necklace" Are you seeing what i'm seeing?

[argcicle]

I forgot about my favorite note I made during the bounty guild stream :]

wwhy is owen on the board? Who paid for that? WHO PAID FOR ELOISE?! Oli makes sense, it’s a learning experience for him

[im-rania]

This. This is why we love this smp so much. If anyone ask, show ‘em this.

JUST finished Cleo’s first stream for Pirates SMP, and the amount of times I just fully burst out laughing like—

—

Sausage: *kisses Scott on sight*

Owen: *throwing himself in front of Sausage * Hi. 😏

Scott: I like a forward man 😉

—

Sausage: Where do you get these? This silk?

Scott: Thank you, thank you…

Sausage: Can I touch it?

Scott: Yeah of course. You can touch whatever you want 😏

—

Oli: I’ll give you 5 gold to tell me what’s beneath that patch.

Cleo: Look my eye got stolen by a monkey, ok?!

Oli: Oh! Was it a my cock?

Sausage: WHAT?!

Oli: A ma’ cock!

Sausage: THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT!

—

*Owenge_Juice becomes a Heron*

Scott/Cleo/El: (chanting) ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

Owen: …are you allowed to change your mind afterwards?

Scott: NO! :D

—

El: So you’re like a lone wolf?

Owen: Uh…kind of. More like a lone sea dog.

El: Come on, give us a bark.

Scott: Yeah!

Owen: Uh…I only bark in certain situations…

Scott: Oh. What situations?

Owen: …uh, oKAY! WHICH WAY—

—

El: This is my bed over here. There is one right next to it, you can take that.

Owen: Perfect! Thanks!

El: I do make really loud noises in my sleep.

Scott + Owen: Oh???

El: Yeah.

Cleo: Yeah, but not the noises you would expect either.

—

Cleo (about Olive): They said they’d got invitations from Herons and Nightingales I think?

Scott: Yeah it was Heron, Nightingales, and Kestrals, they didn’t get Kites.

Cleo: Who DOES get Kites unless you’re a psychopath.

Scott: Owen got all 4.

Owen: Yeah…umm…

Cleo: Oh…

—

*Cleo gets everyone drunk*

Cleo: Ah, you’re all lightweights!

El: *flirting with Water* Oh, you look so lovely in this light right now!

Water: Oh El!

El: Lovely!

Scott: I feel I can take more damage. I’m gonna go jump off the cliff guys!!

—

Cleo: Maybe one day you can buy a real hat!

El: Well I will, but you know, I just think— I don’t see anybody else having made one when they’ve not got one. Gonna get a wet head.

Cleo: *absolutely lost it*

—

Cleo: Gotta get the alcohol. Otherwise I’m gonna kill someone. It’s fine.

—

Oil (Distant): ARE WE SURE THIS IS THE WAY?!

Cleo: Scott’s sure it’s the way!

Oli (distant distress): I— DON’T LIKE IT!

Aimsey: Honestly I’m hoping for the best! I hope he does!

Oli: Ya Damn Herons!

Cleo: You don’t have to follow us, ok?!

Oli: Well unfortunately my Kestrals already ran off

Aimsey: This is what I mean! I— I’m hoping you get this! I’ve dunked this too many times!

Cleo: It’s very Kestral of you to just wait until the end and have other people to do it for you!

Aimsey: I’m a Kite! I’m a Kite! Thank you!

Cleo: Well, yeah you know what? It’s very typical for Kites to do it too.

Aimsey: Oh well is it now? Is it then?!

Cleo: Oh yeah yeah! It is it is!

Aimsey: Do you wanna duel?! You wanna duel when we get back, Cleo?! You wanna duel?!

Cleo: Do I want to punch you in the face a bunch? I do. But I’m drunk. I don’t know what you want from me.

—

Oli: There we go, I’ve got a side angle. I’m overtaking you, Heron! SLOOOOWWW

Cleo: *cuts him off*

Oli: No stop crashing! You’re crashing my port side!

Cleo: Well you know—

Oli: GET OFF ME PORT SIDE!

Cleo: NO ONE WANTS TO BE ON YOUR PORT SIDE, OK?!

Oli: Everyone wants to be on my port side!

—

Cleo: This is very far away. Like I haven’t heard Scott this whole time. I feel like Scott’s monologuing.

Aimsey: I can hear you though, Cleo!

Cleo: I hear YOU. And I—

Aimsey: You love that, right? You love hearing me. 😏

—

Cleo: *singing* What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we— *talking* apparently put her in a boat and let her follow Scott, that’s what you need to do with a drunken sailor.

—

Oli: AIMSEY! AIMSEY! AIMSEY! STOP SINGING!

Aimsey: *distant singing*

Cleo: Oh I can’t hear Aimsey, that’s good.

Oli: CAUSE I HATE HERONS!

Cleo (a Heron): AIMSEY’S NOT A HERON!

SILENCE

Oli: …then what are they?

Cleo: They’re a Kite.

Oli: OH STUPID KITES! Herons, you’re alright. KITES. Imbeciles.

—

Owen (talking to chat): No, there’s no canon lives, chat. Except in specific cases. *whispering* check with Twitter.

Cleo: YOU’RE BREAKING MY EMERSION OWEN!

Owen: Sorry!

—

Olive: Hey! Where does a pirate go to school? HARRRvard!

Cleo: …You’re out of the faction.

Olive: Oh no! Not on my second day! H—how does a pirate protect themself? ARRRmour.

Cleo: …I’m gonna run a vote…

Olive: No it’s fine, I’ll go join the Kite’s or something, it’s fine.

Cleo: Oh dear.

Olive: What do you call it when two pirates are in a draw? A staleMATEY.

Cleo: OUT! OUT OF THE FACTION!

—

*Cleo walks up to a female NPC*

Cleo: Hello sweet lady 😏

—

Other things I also enjoyed

•Scar managing to get a Jellie and literally everyone swarming around to pet her

•Scott, Aimsey, Cleo, and Oli sailing together and all of them singing a completely different pirate song simultaneously.

•The entire dynamic between Cleo and Aimsey

•Cleo being HELLA sus of Cruppy the entire time right up until Scott hands it a beer and it drinks and suddenly Cleo’s just like actually you know what? You’re alright. We cool.

•Cleo being given babysitting duty and then literally within 5 minutes pawning off the child with a rival faction

•Cleo using being drunk as an excuse for everything. Lag? Everyone is drunk because she keeps giving out alcohol. Server crash? Don’t mind her she’s just vomiting in the corner of a pub somewhere. No tools? She needs the iron to make kegs for MORE alcohol. Oh you wanna fight? I would but I’m drunk. Shit babysitter? I’m a drunk what do you want from me? She signs off for the day and her excuse for her absence is literally just “imma go get blackout drunk for a solid 14 hours”. The fact that the excuse works lore wise for almost every situation.

•THE ANIMATICS

•The LORE. JUST ALL THE LORE

Solid start. 10/10

[miracleghast]

does somebody know what each streamer in pirates smp calls their chat cause for now I have

Seagulls: Acho's Chat, Tubbo's Chat

Sea Salt: Owen's Chat

Rats: Martyn's, Olives, and Eloise's Chat (her mods are cats which is cute!)

Magpies: Scott's Chat (Mods are Crows ?)

Parrots: Kyle's Chat

Ghost Parrots: Sausage's Chat

Adoring Fans: Krow's Chat

The Voices: Michela's Chat, Cleo's Chat

The Waves: Ros's Chat

Crabs: Oli's Chat

I can only watch so many perspectives, so please tell me about the ones I've missed or need to add, or if I've gotten any wrong!

I know this information is pretty trivial but I'd be fun to learn (especially after the war that happened after scott raided acho)

[ep2nd]

The MCYT PJO AU

Dsmp. Empires smp. Hermitcraft. Pirates smp. Rats smp. Earthsmp. Origins smp. Traffic smp. Evo smp. Mcyt. Etc.

I'd like to thank Dino from Discord for helping me through this, they were an amazing help and couldn't have done it without them.

Also Chaos from Discord who gave me ideas! She's here on tumblr too

Be aware I probably missed someone OR you may have another idea for someone else, if do please send an ask or reblog would love to hear yalls thoughts

Now without further adu- MCYT PJ AU

Poseidon

Lizzie

Zeus

Foolish

Sparklez

Hades

Joe

Ares

Techno

Pearl

Gem

Reddoons

Bek

Welsknight

Pigical

Boffy

Muka

Athena

Etho

False

Impulse

Puffy

Tapl

Xisuma

Eloise

Sniff

Quig

Pete

Aphrodite

Scar

Joey

Eret

Keralis

Skeppy

Netty

Hephaestus

Mumbo

Fwhip

Tango

Sam

Doc

Iskall

TFC

Zee

Hermes

Grian

Tommy

Sneeg

Cub

Fundy

Michael

Punz

Purpled

Taurtis

Demeter

Stress

Hannah

Katherine

Lani

Tubbo

Acho

Apo

Ant

Mika

Apollo

CPK

Hbomb

Olive

Owen

Ren

Wilbur

Lyrrah

Pix

Fit

Dionysus

Schlatt

Beau

Ninja

Oli

Hypnos

George

Hypno

Bdubs

Nike

Dream

Drista

Sapnap

Jevin

Vik

Lazarbeam

Hecate

Alyssa

Lauren

Shubble

Beef

Aphmau

Iris

Sausage

Scott

Wisp

Deo

Nemesis

Jack

Niki

Eryn

Notus

Couriway

Melinoe

Bertha

TomaHawk

Phobos

Xornoth

Asclepius

Ponk

Kymopoleia

XB

Prismarina

Janus

Ranboo

Aimsey

Tyche

Quackity

Aeolus

Martyn

Philza

Tina

SloyXP

Thanatos

Kristin

Morpheus

Karl

Boreas

Illumina

Zephyros

Connor

Hebe

Skizz

Big B

Boomer

Guqqie

Deimos

BBH

HellsKnight

Macaria

Cleo

Eris

Evil X(Alex)

Jimmy

Krow

Oracle

Callahan

[kazville]

all pirates smp members and what faction they are in

captainpuffy - kite

olive - heron

scott smajor - heron

ros - nightingale

owen - heron

apo - nightingale

sausage - kestrel

oli - kestrel

michela - nightingale

eloise - heron

red - kite

graecie - nightingale

acho - nightingale

krow - kite

beky - kite

will - nightingale

aimsey - kite

guqqie - kestrel

martyn - kestrel

scar - kestrel

cleo - heron

watermunch - heron

tubbo - kite

kyle - kestrel

edit: see this post for explanations of the factions ^^

[shyrose57]

Hey, uh, where's my Pirates SMP Fic where Scott's crew gets a quest to transport the Runeblade somewhere?

Where's my story where they're all out at sea for an unforeseeable time, sailing to distant lands, trapped on the ship with a sword they don't realize is more than it seems until it's far too late to turn back. Trapped with memories they don't know what to do with, and ghosts they never meant to invite onboard.

Scott sets the sword beside his bed, wrapped in it's careful cloth per the specific instructions from the harried collector. It's tucked away carefully, more carefully than even he is prone to, for reasons he can't explain.

Is that care why he wakes choking in the night, spitting up blood, and reaching out hands to yank the blade from his chest only to realize nothing is there, and the thick crimson spilling from his mouth has left no stain?

Is that why the pale dried petals in one of the many books on board slip into red and reform into a flower being tucked behind his ear, by a man in blue, a man in green, a man wearing a wedding ring. He thinks my husband before he thinks stranger, except when he goes to stand nobody is there, and the petals are still tucked between the pages.

Cleo eyes it warily, when it's brought aboard, but thinks nothing more of it, and maybe her carelessness is why she doesn't pay attention when the first flashes begin, just the barest hint of color shifting in the corner of her eye that she passes off as a trick of the light.

Then she turns her head and finds Scott's sprouted fins at his head, red streaked in his hair. A faceless figure behind him raises their sword, and she shrieks and slams into them, only to fall through and tackle her captain instead.

She leans back against the mast, and green flashes beside her, a toothy grin she smiles back at, a name on the tip of her tongue dying as Olive's face comes into focus, smile much softer, and the moss she swore made up their coat vanishes. She can't remember who else she thought it was going to be. She thinks it was someone she would've died for.

Owen has other priorities, and unless he's asked, he doesn't see the need to worry about it. And then, she spills some expensive wine he'd sweet-talked from a Kestrel's hands on the ground, and the exasperation is, for a moment, overwritten by terror. The liquid darkens and the scent of iron makes him reel back for a single moment, before she blinks and it's just....wine again.

He stumbles his way to the ship's side, not nearly drunk enough to wash away the unease in his heart, and double takes at her reflection, now blond and boyish, a warm brown jacket tucked around them tight in the chilly air. Someone calls her name behind him, except it's not his name, it can't be, so fundamentally wrong when the boy staring back at her would never know it was supposed to be his. It takes Water's hand at his shoulder before she responds.

Olive thinks the sword is curious, but that's the extent. Until, at least, the world wobbles under their feet, and the door to the captain's cabin suddenly seems impossibly tall, how are they possibly meant to get in there, they can't reach-

It's utterly nonsensical. It keeps happening. The ship lurches, their heart flutters in terror, for surely they'll be tossed into the walls, and they shake to realize they somehow stayed on their feet. Cruppy prods at their hands, concerned at their behavior, but it's not Cruppy, it's something else that's edges fade too fast for them to grasp. A shadow looks wrong along the ground, and it lunges for them, and they almost goes overboard trying to get away from some phantom that isn't there.

Eloise blinks back sleep from her eyes, not even thinking of the sword in the midst of her crew's strangeness, up until an absolutely beautiful shark swims beneath their boat, and the whole crew watches in quiet appreciation. She spins on her heel, goes to spill forth something that she knows in her heart will be just as pretty but the words don't come out how she wants them to, falling like flat notes in an off-tune song, and she's not even sure what she was trying to do when it's done.

She splits her hand cleaning a sword, and opens her mouth to call for Cleo, even though Owen is mere feet from her and already going for the bandages. The words catch in her throat anyway, when she sees her there with Scott, and the sunlight spins across orange locks turned greenish-ebony, and a tattered overcoat becomes a gorgeous, elegant dress that has no place on a pirate ship, and-and she averts her eyes trying to make sense of the sudden wish to be half as strong as the strangers that had stood where her friends were as Owen helps wrap her hand.

Water dreams. Oh, how she dreams. She dreams of a world where a single red heart hums on her wrist, and knows with a terrible sureness that she won't come back should she misstep here. But that means little, not when the warm earth beneath her fingers settles there so beautifully. Not when the food she pulls from the earth is so ripe, waiting to be torn into and devoured.

She wakes up, and steps from her bed, half-expecting the world to fall out from under her where it flashes gold for a moment, and stumbling for it. A phantom weight twitches at her back, and she greens at the smell of the sea for one, strange second, wondering where the flowers are. She comes back to herself, and tries to shake it off.

They all try to shake it off.

Scott's eyes are not green, or yellow, or red. He makes no noise when Cleo slams him to the floor with a protective snarl, aiming for some opponent no longer there to strike him. He waits for Owen to blink back to herself, and realize Scott cannot do whatever it is he thinks he can, does not know magic the way she sometimes is assured he does. And they quietly disperse the phantoms they catch him begging to in the night without a word, correct him when he inquires after a different brother than the one he has, half-asleep.

Olive is not small. But they are not shoved off when they desperately grasp at Eloise's arms, or tries to steady themselves against Water, when the world seems too big. And they take Water's hands when she scrabbles for the deck, digging at wood until it bloodies her hands, holding them until the other remembers they are at sea. When Eloise grabs for something that isn't there, and goes to jump ship at a flash of pink in the water, Olive pulls her back, and calls her name until she knows herself again.

They try to shake it off, and they utterly fail.

The Runeblade leaves it's mark. Even once it's tossed to it's next owner at their destination by Scott's too cold hands. The dreams fade, but still sit, waiting for them to doze and come awake crying out. The ghosts fall back to the corner of their vision, stepping forward when they make the mistake of wavering, with names they shouldn't know on their lips, and promises none of them ever managed to keep spilling forth.

Give the story, where a wretched quest changes them at their cores in a way they never anticipated.

[nerdyenby]

As someone who doesn’t have Twitter it’s unreasonably difficult for me to find information about Pirates SMP so I’m collecting everything here for others in the same boat :)

There are four factions as described in this post

Members announced thus far include Acho, Aimsey, Apokuna, Beky, Eloise, Graecie, Guqqie, Krowfang, Martyn, Michela, Oli, Olive, Owen, Puffy, Reddoons, Roscumber, Sausage, Scott, and Willow

It starts July 30th

[shiningstarlight101]

I'm so glad the psmp chat shows the things people tell npc's because it's so funny to watch a video or stream and randomy see something like this pop up in chat

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

pirates smp morality tier list based vaguely on canon and partially on vibes, 2024/04/23

as per usual, this is about the cubitos and not the real-life people

[link to tier list, 6 late additions were manually added]

Characters in each tier are listed based on alphabetical order of preferred names

Level 1: No one is on Level 1 / purely white morality because that's kind of hard to achieve at all, and especially not on the high seas.

Level 2:

Cleo: Doesn't partake in enough lore to do anything bad, one of the few consistent characters who actually didn't kill anyone.

Graecie: Trying so hard to hold it all together, may have had her fair share of interpersonal conflicts but generally plays a voice of reason.

Jojo: Probably one of the most emotionally stable people on the Isles, and tries to sympathize with others for the most part. Can't blame her for making incorrect inferences based on limited information.

Will: Had the potential of dropping lower according to data from the writer's room, but in canon? Not really, actions were all perfectly understandable and reasonable in accordance with present knowledge, just… the idealistic approach did NOT work out. (Nor would the cynical approach, according to the writer's room; my guy's just doomed by the narrative either way.)

Level 3:

Eloise: Mostly just living her life; points deducted for the occasional bounty.

Michela: Releasing the Corruption did seem like a bad idea… at the time. In hindsight, it was the right decision to make, but in the moment… IDK, this one is just vibes.

Ros: Generally just a nice and sweet person; points deducted for the Sabertooth ordeal, but in her defense, there was blackmail and threats involved. Points also deducted for verbally endorsing Sausage's more questionable ideas and suggestions. Based on vibes.

Scott: Didn't exactly do anything wrong; points deducted for occasional pettiness. Again, a vibes judgement.

Water: Again, just living her life and being mostly nice; points deducted for occasional mishaps like being Eloise's bounty accomplice.

Level 4:

Acho: Mainly just here for being way too Byronic for stars own good. And also the self-destructiveness and sunk cost fallacy ordeal towards the end. But mostly vibes.

Aimsey: Points deducted for the pride/thinking oneself invincible (to be quickly proven wrong) and dishonesty, but let's be real: they're mostly nice, and that's pretty good by our standards.

Kyle: I've either heard through the grapevine or vaguely recall that his character arc was going to go in a much darker direction, but didn't have time to play it out, so this is my compromise. Also, it would be funny to put him in the same level as p!Acho.

Seapeekay: Live fast, die young, but essentially did nothing particularly bad.

Level 5:

Apo: Essentially written to be True Neutral to be dragged in opposing directions, and out of respect for canon, he's smack in the middle of the scale.

Bek: Has jerkish moments but is willing to do the right thing. It's mostly just the mercenary business and all that.

Eret: Mostly keeps to themself and just cares about themself. The worst thing they actually did in canon was the bounty. Big True *Chaotic Neutral vibes.

Guqqie: The classism is what puts her as far down as here. Otherwise, she's capable of being nice, she's just… not usually nice, you know?

Oli: On the self-serving side and just wants to go home to his family and make big bucks and all. Points deducted for capitalism.

Owen: Big carpe diem energy and only really cares for himself, might need therapy to unpack all that but that would be anachronistic.

Sausage: Again, it's the joke-classism and the trolling. Capable of being nice and does care about people around him, but still has a jerkish streak. Technically dips down to Level 8 for a bit towards the end, but in his defense, he was possessed at the time and fighting it.

Level 6:

Kuervo: Only ranked this far down for the mass murder. The fact it was tyrannicide is pretty much the only thing that keeps him from dropping to a lower level. Otherwise, probably a 4, but by that point, he wouldn't be here at all.

Scar: May have questionably left his old crew to die to save himself. Whether he actually killed them himself is never confirmed. Scamming leaves him in this tier. Didn't stick around for long enough to confirm or deny this level.

Tubbo: Here for the casual non-canonical murders and theft and vandalism and all that. Didn't stick around for long enough for further judgement, but from the ~2 weeks he was here, this is what leaves him at.

Level 7:

Shep: This man's moral compass is not pointing north!! Let's check off the canonical murder and voluntary manslaughter first! But then he's also capable of being nice to some people and he doesn't exactly take pleasure in hurting others or go out of his way to do so, so… compared to, say, his mentor, he's already somewhat decent.

Level 8:

Martyn: Being from the Datastream means he's playing 4-D chess with the world but I am not excusing his tomfoolery, especially since he is having a hard time comprehending that HIS ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES on the world! The whole Blondbeard arc. Just… that. And also how he acts towards p!Ros in canon is just plain mean… laughing about wanting to see her cry as her castle gets burnt and bombed to its foundations is… ARGH. THIS MAN. HE IS SO CLOSE TO CROSSING THE LINE.

Levels 9 and 10: Special spot reserved for Iris and co. for crossing the Line.

Everyone else: Didn't stick around for long enough, but I can vaguely clear a few off or speculate:

Olive: Definitely below a 5; probably 2–3 based on their one (1) stream.

Shelby: Maybe Level 5 for being kind of a rude snob, but didn't stick around to complete her Alexis Rose arc, so I'd say there is potential for her to be Level 4 (or lower), but we don't know with what our information is.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

Writing Commissions!

Hi everyone! I am officially opening writing commissions. I will have three writing slots open unless otherwise stated, and the amount of slots I have open or if I decide to close commissions for whatever reason will be in this post as well as my pinned post! All commissions will be posted to Tumblr only (as it goes against AO3's rules to post commissioned work there) and you will receive a google doc link or PDF depending on your preferences. If you do not want your commissioned work posted on Tumblr that is fine as well, you just need to let me know! If you are interested, you can shoot me a message here or on discord (my user is storytellerofuntoldlegends) so we can talk about details!

My AO3, so you can take a look at what I've written!

Commission Status: OPEN [1/3 slots taken]

Pricing:

500 words = $10

1,000 words = $20

1,500 words = $30

2,000 words = $40

2,500 words = $50

3,000 words = $60

3,500 words = $70

4,000 words = $80

4,500 words = $90

5,000 words = $100

The minimum amount I am willing to write is 500 words, while the highest is 5,000. Pricing is $1 per 50 words. If I get inspired and go over your requested word count/payment amount, you will not be charged extra.

Will Write:

Ships, found family, AUs, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whump/sickfics, mild violence

Listed below are the MCYT series and characters I am most confident/comfortable writing. Crossovers between the below series are welcome! With characters, if it is someone who interacts with one of my "will write" characters frequently, I am willing to write them, but keep in mind it will likely be more focused on the character I feel the most confident in writing. (For example, I would be fine writing a fic about Grian that includes Mumbo and/or Scar, but I do not feel confident enough in my ability to write Mumbo or Scar on their own.)

MCYT Series: Empires SMP, Traffic Series, Hermitcraft, Afterlife SMP, New Life SMP, SOS SMP, Witchcraft SMP, Rats SMP, Pirates SMP, Origins SMP

MCYT Characters: Scott, Jimmy, Joel, Martyn, Impulse, Skizz, Grian, Mog, Owen, Tubbo, Philza, Sneegsnag, CaptainSparklez, Bek, Eloise, Shelby, Katherine, Gem, Pearl, Lizzie, LaurenZSide, Cleo

OC's, particularly if folks want to commission me to write their D&D characters. I am open to writing just general OCs though!

Won't Write:

NSFW (including anything that would require a Mature or Explicit rating on AO3- I'm certainly no stranger to writing adult content, but I am not sure if it is something I would want to be paid for.)

RPF (I'm not opposed to writing RPF, but again I would feel a little odd getting paid for it.)

sexuality bending of canonically queer characters (i.e. writing a gay man to be with a woman)

abuse

extreme gore

incest

pedophilia

If something comes up in your request that I am not comfortable with writing, I reserve the right to say no. I am comfortable with a lot of things, and I tried my best to put down the main concepts that I would absolutely refuse to write. However it is entirely possible that I may have forgotten something in my list. If you're unsure if I would be willing to write it or not, don't be afraid to ask! It's always possible that some kind of compromise could be reached as well.

My Ko-Fi:

[motherspores]

watching pirates smp (from martyns pov currently). shout out to eloise for being the first one to die by *checks notes* repeatedly provoking a crab.

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Hiding in the Blue (Safe Between the Clouds)

(Yo! Rats x Pirates SMP content here folks! Get your fresh crossover here! Starting at Martyn's Finale for Rats)

Every rat had just disappeared into the snow-covered bush to start looking for a new home to settle in. Scott had been behind everyone else, walking beside Martyn. Scott was about to follow but paused, his ear twitching as he turned his head, frowning as he watched Martyn sprinting in the opposite direction. Finding it odd, he glanced back at the bushes. He promised himself he would get Martyn then he would regroup. He set down the food he had and scampered after the snow tracks that Martyn made.

Scott followed the tracks until they led him to a shore of some sort. Scott’s ears twitched as he wondered why Martyn would come here. He spotted Martyn on the ice, looking around it seemed. He was about to call out, but his voice caught in his throat as Martyn seemingly disappeared down a hole in the ice. His tail flicked in annoyance as he hugged his shoulders, shivering slightly, he scurried over to where he disappeared.

He looked into the icy water and took a deep breath before plunging in after the wayward rat. Immediately, his senses heightened as cold filled his body. Squinting his eyes, he could just see the outline of Martyn disappearing down a crack in the seabed. Scott swam after him, diving down the crevice as well. He was startled as he fell into a small cave. Shivering, he could hear Martyn talking to himself as he stepped deeper. He called out, “Martyn! What are you doing?” His eyes widened as reached a larger part of the cave. Covering his mouth with his paws, he stared at the purple portal. A shiver went down his spine as something shifted within him. Martyn stared at him wide-eyed, clearly not expecting to be followed, standing directly in front of the portal.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Martyn said, clearly baffled. “Why did you follow me!? You were supposed to be with everyone else.” He exclaimed.

Rubbing his paws together, Scott replied, “I saw you turn away from the group, so I followed you to ask where you were going.” He stared at the portal. “Martyn… What is this?” he asked hesitantly.

Martyn bit his lip, looking conflicted before his gaze hardened. “Scott, go back. I’ll be okay. I know what I am doing.” He turned away from him. “I need to keep going. Goodbye, Scott.” With that, Martyn stepped through the portal, becoming lost in the swirls.

Squeaking with alarm, Scott rushed forward. He scampered to the edge of the now flickering portal. He glanced back towards the entrance, thinking of the other rats. Owen is a great leader, capable and strong. Eloise will help him; she always is willing to do so. Acho will be there if needed, he was always a reasonable rat.  They don’t need him; they will be fine. He looked forward to the portal once again.

He didn’t know what Martyn had gotten himself into, but he was alone. Martyn could be killed or trapped without someone there to help him. He needs to have at least one person looking out for him. He glanced back once more, saying a silent goodbye, before deciding to step through the portal.

A shutter ran through him as the warmth of the portal encased him. He felt himself relaxing in this strange purple existence. The warmth reminded Scott of the human fireplaces within the mansion. He felt his eyelids getting heavy the farther he floated. He thought he could hear whispers and flashes of purple wings and eyes cross his vision, but the call of the void was too strong. He passed out feeling as if someone grabbed him with celestial hands.

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Cold water covered him, shocking him from slumber. Scott flailed for a moment before his head breached the surface of the water. Sputtering and coughing, Scott paddled his way to the dirt shore. He pulled himself out and coughed up the rest of the water that was in his lungs. He sat there, panting for a moment, catching his breath. He peeked backward to find what he had fallen into.

 It was small a pond with a possible stage built into it. His breath caught in his throat in awe as he spotted the cliff and waterfall behind it, along with human-sized pillars leading to the cliff. There was light coming from the shade of the cliff as well. He stood up on shaky legs as he turned a slow circle.

There was so much around him. A large orange tent, a cave with seemingly a kitchen, and a large mess hall area. There was always a path leading to a dock and two more leading in different directions. One heading towards the forest, the other heading towards the cliffs. He spotted a large field of an array of different vegetables, a cow sounded in the distance, so he guessed there was a farm somewhere near there as well. 

He also noted that the weather is different as well. No snow in sight. He felt a warm summer breeze brush through his fur as he stepped away from the pond. His cold body quickly warmed in the tropical weather. His ears twitched a bit, wondering why Martyn didn’t bring everyone here. This is a paradise compared to the snowy wonderland at home. He sighed. He could get answers went he found him again.

He rubbed the extra water off his face before deciding on the kitchen. Knowing Martyn, he might be getting food. The blue-haired rat scurried across the grass; ears perked for any sign of humans. Pausing at the entrance, Scott's ears shot up in excitement. Unlike the cook at home, pots were unsupervised, and ingredients were everywhere. His eyes sparkled at all the possibilities, rubbing his paws together. He hopped up onto the counter and peered into the pot. Dumplings floated lazily in the boiling water. His shoulders slumped as he realized he couldn’t do anything to help.

Suddenly feeling very dumb, he grabbed his face and smacked his cheeks a bit. “Scott. Focus. Cooking later, find Martyn first.” He again looked around, frowning not seeing any signs of another rat going through here. He ran across the counter and was about to scurry down when he heard footsteps approaching.

Scrambling, the blue rat leaped into a backpack that was leaning against the counter. Thinking quickly, he buried himself as deep in as he could, hearing a male human humming a strange song. His heartbeat was loud in his ears as he waited with bated breath. The human moved around, boots clicking against the floor. Scott nearly squeaked as light flooded the backpack but was quickly buried underneath a ton of dumplings. As quickly as the avalanche of dumplings started, it stopped, and darkness consumed the inside of the backpack once again. He let out a relieved breath, thinking it was over.

He squeaked as the pack started to move. He was thrown to the side as the human put the pack on his back. Soon the movement evened out into rhythmic steps of walking. Cautiously, Scott peeked out of the backpack. He looked around him, watching as the forest passed. He was grateful he didn’t choose the forest as he spotted skeletons with bows, eyeing the person he was with up. Gulping, he mentally urged the human to start moving, and miraculously, the guy did, probably having seen the monsters as well. He ducked down and let the human carry him to the unknown.

It was far too short of a ride in Scott’s opinion as the movement around him stopped. He immediately moved to hop out past the human but was dumped into a barrel. He was disoriented from the suddenness of falling. He let out a startled squeal as he was scuffed and lifted. The cyan-furred rat’s mouth went dry when he locked eyes with a gingered-haired human scowling at him.

Magpies around suddenly started cawing and chatting excitedly. They cawed, “Rat Scott! Rat Scott! Why is Rat Scott here? Cute! I miss rats.” The human shooed the crazed birds away, looking rather confused, but didn’t let it bother him. The ginger turned back to him, studying him curiously. Scott shrunk away from the scrutinizing gaze, balling himself up.

“Hmph. Never seen a blue rat before nor one wearing clothes. Perhaps Martyn will know where you came from. Rats seem to gravitate towards him.” Blue eyes bore into Scott, making him tremble, not registering anything he was saying, his blood rushing in his ears was too loud to hear over. “Or if he doesn’t, I could always add you as a discovery. You are rather cute.”

The human placed the rat on his palm and then used both hands to cup him close to his chest. Using a pinky finger, the ginger stroked the trembling figure’s fur, humming a soft tune to soothe the rat. The cyan-haired rat was surprised to find himself relaxing in the gentle grasp of his odd human. For some reason, he could tell this human had no intention of hurting him, feeling as if he was connected to him. Scott shook off the feeling, finally having his breathing under control.

The man smiled down at the rat once he noticed the shaking stop. “There. See? I won’t hurt you, little rat.” He held him a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but just to be snug. “Now, off to find that Kestrel.” The human started walking, making the farmer rat tense ever so slightly.

The destination that the ginger had in mind was a relatively short walk, with the human occasionally petting Scott’s back, keeping him calm. The whole time Scott could only think of where they were going. Sure, the guy said that he wasn’t going to hurt him, but that doesn't mean someone else won’t. He worried his lip, tail in his paws as he thought how he should have just stayed with the group. He bet Owen and the others were worried sick about Martyn and him. He just wanted his family to be together.

Scott’s depressive thoughts were interrupted by the shout of the human. “Martyn! You here?” The ginger called.

The rat’s ears perked up at the mention of the name. Martyn!? He’s here? And he’s friends with this human? Scott looked around the fancy tavern area. He didn’t see the Martyn he knew anywhere. The human walked to the bar and called out again.

There was a loud crash heard through the building. Both rat and human looked alarmed before a blond-haired male human rounded the corner, looking frazzled. Following him was a mischief of rats, squealing and squeaking to each other pleasantly. When the blond saw the ginger human, he perked up a bit. “Oh hey, Mr. Denholm. Sorry, I was taking a nap when you called.” The guy smiled at the ginger with a slight blush.

To say Scott was shocked was an understatement. The human sounded and acted just like his Martyn, but he wasn’t! He was not a rat. This was a complete human being. He looked almost the same, the only difference was the small scar under his eye. He had his headband and everything.

“That’s fine, Martyn. And please, just Scott. That’s my father,” The ginger replied with a smile. The rat looked up at the human holding him in disbelief. They share the same name!  I mean Scott isn’t a rare name but it’s odd when there is a human that looks just like your friend and the human holding you looks like you but with ginger hair. “But anyway, have you lost any of your rats recently?”

Martyn looks confused for a moment, “No? I don’t think so anyway. Why?” He questioned.

Scott jolted as he was presented to the human version of his friend. He looked up at the blond in distress as he gripped his tail. He watched as Martyn’s eyes grew wider at the sight of him, stumbling back a little bit.

The rats below started to squeak, “Rat Scott? Didn’t we leave him with the others? Lore? Crossover?” Martyn, in a similar fashion to what human Scott did to his magpies, chased them off.

“Scott, where did you find this rat?” Martyn asked slowly as he approached cautiously. Scott’s ears drooped at the hesitance of his friend.

“I found him in my dumpling barrel,” The ginger gently stroked his spine with a finger making him relax again. “I think he was in my backpack, and I buried him by accident. I was hoping you would recognize him, or if you didn’t, I would make a little encloser for him, as I had never seen a pure blue rat.” Human Scott looked at Martyn sheepishly.

Martyn looked at him and then back to the ginger, clearly conflicted about something. He sighed, rubbing his face then mumbled, “Yes, I recognize this little rat. The thing is, he shouldn’t be here.” Martyn glared at him sharply. Scott shrank under the gaze, avoiding eye contact. He knew Martyn could be intimidating, but at his current size, it was downright horrifying. “Here, I’ll take him.” He extended his hands toward him.

The ginger deflated a little bit. “Oh. Well okay. Take good care of him. He seems like a nice little rat.” Scott scampered out of Human Scott’s hands into Martyn’s awaiting ones. Martyn pressed him close to his chest once he was settled in his hands. “Maybe I can see him again soon?”

Martyn nodded absently, “Yeah, sure.” Martyn was looking Scott over in his hands, checking around him and his body. He seemed relieved once he was done, looking back at human Scott. “Thank you for bringing him to me, Scott. I’ll see you later. I need to take care of him.”

“Alright. Bye-bye, little blue rat. Hope to see you soon!” He smiled at the cyan-haired rat before heading off. Martyn waited for a beat before being him and setting him on the counter.

“Alright now that he’s gone, how are you here?!” Martyn raised his voice at him, gripping his hair. “I told you that I would be okay! And how did you get through the portal anyway!? You were supposed to stay in that world! I don’t understand how an NPC could escape its world.” He mumbled the last part to himself as he paced in front of Scott.

“I just was worried about you. You gave me a scare seeing you running away from everyone else! I didn’t want you hurt!” Scott cried. Martyn turned to him, staring at him in complete confusion.

“Well damn. I can’t understand you now. You are just making squeaks for me,” He rubbed his temple. “Well, I guess you being here doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t think I can even get you home if I want to.”

Scott's eyes widened and he squeaked in distress. He began pacing, tugging his ears. What would become of every rat? How would they survive winter without him? They didn’t know anything about being a wild rat. Many were house or city rats. His breathing was picking up as he continued to panic. A sudden large hand on his back made him jump.

Martyn winced, “Sorry about that but you looked like you were about to go into a panic attack.” Martyn gave him a sad expression. “I’m sorry about our friends but I can’t do anything to get back to them.”

Tears gathered in Scott’s eyes as he started to cry. Martyn scooped him up and pressed him into his shirt, soothing him gently with a back rub. He buried his face into the fine cotton of Martyn’s shirt as he clung to him.

Martyn smiled weakly and said, “If it's any consolation, you will like being here. I’ll take care of you and the herons have a lovely field of vegetables.” He rambles on. “And Scott, the guy you just met, loves to cook. You can spend time around there. Heck, maybe you’ll be classified as a discovery by Scott.” The blond scrunched up his face. “That’s going to get confusing. Two Scott’s around here now.” He laughed slightly.

The blue rat sniffled a bit but nodded along with Martyn’s ramble. He wiped his eyes and gave Martyn a watery smile. He’s glad he at least has someone from home, and who knows, maybe he’ll meet more friendly people. Martyn petted his head gently with a kind smile and wiped away the last of his tears.

“There’s the farmer rat I know.” Martyn grinned. “Again, I’m sorry for getting you mixed up in this, Scott. But I will always protect you.” He promised.

And Scott believed him. He will always believe that Martyn will protect him. Scott will do the same for him. He’ll face anything this new world threatens to throw at him to help Martyn. Scott snuggled closer and hugged Martyn tightly. Martyn covered him with his hand protectively, lovingly.