#pirates wooooo

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumpuary No. 3

Choice // storm // black eye

Whumpee was an idiot. She was a stupid, dumb, idiot and now she was going to die and it was all her stupid fault. They warned against women on ships, they said it was bad luck, but did she listen? Hmm? Did she actually heed the warnings and ill omens?! No!

She dressed as a boy, cut her hair short, wrapped thick bandages to suppress her chest — not that she had a lot of ampleness to her bosom — but still! Maybe if she had more than an appropriate level of bosom, she wouldn’t have played with the boys when she was a child, and would have worn pretty dresses and not ripped and ruined them climbing trees, or chasing cats in the forest and her brain would never have been filled with the temptation of the sea and now she was—

A strong wave cut into the ship and she was flung starboard, her sea legs failing her while her brain turned over and over on itself again because… she swallowed as she pushed herself into a standing. All of these men, the brothers she had got to know while working as part of the crew, she doomed them all.

She doomed them all.

“Whumpee?” Whumpee’s head snapped in the direction of the door. She didn’t hear it open in the storm. Caretaker stood in the doorway, his crystal eyes wide as he took her in. She wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and let him hold her while she apologised for bringing this storm upon them. “Whumpee… what are you doing down here?”

“This storm,” Whumpee said with bright eyes and a startled gasp. “It’s—” she grabbed her chest, the bandages suddenly too tight as a searing ache cut through her chest. She longed to cut through the blasted things and breathe properly for the first — and possibly the last time. “Oh gods. I did this… I brought this storm upon us.”

“What’re you talking about?” Caretaker demanded. “Whumpee, no man can control the weather nor the seas.”

Oh, she wanted to reply, oh that was true. No man could influence anything on something as tumultuous as the sea except a woman with her iron will, and her wiles that the skies and storms like to punish for daring to venture too far away from the life of parasols and proposals.

“I did—” Whumpee said, her inhales becoming more frantic and then another jostle of the ship and she was thrown forwards this time. Caretaker caught her, hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her standing, shaking her slightly.

“Whumpee! Now is not the time to lose your steadfastness. Trust the captain, trust me, have we ever steered this ship wrong?”

Whumpee’s chest loosened slightly. “No,” she said, looking up at him from below the rim of her hat.

Caretaker beamed his handsome smile down at her that made her heart quicken for an entirely different reason than panic. Something sweeter, something her sister Anne talked about when she started to court her future husband.

“Keep your balance low in your hips, drop your weight to your feet. Keep your eyes steady on the horizon and we’ll survive this.”

“Yes sir,” Whumpee said with a smile and a salute.

“Good,” Caretaker beamed. “Now, Captain said we have to—”

“PIRATES!”

Their expressions wiped clean from their faces, mirroring the horror on the other’s face. Caretaker frowned. “Pirates in a storm… that… it doesn’t—” he trailed off and then his head snapped up, eyes focused on Whumpee’s. “The Black Dread.”

Whumpee lurched forward when Caretaker turned and bolted up the stairs to the deck. “The what?!” She cried after him. She only barely caught herself on the door frame when the next wave struck the hull but then she smelled the gunpowder in the air and she blanched. She sprinted up the stairs after Caretaker and onto the chaos of the surface.

Winds howled, pulling at her hat and clothes, carrying the screams and orders barked around the ship but Whumpee wasn’t looking for an order to follow she was searching the sea with her sharp gaze. She didn’t see any sign of pirates.

Her eyes found Caretaker’s distinctive first mate jacket and took off after him over the deck, ignoring the shouts from her fellow crew mates to help tie the sails and secure the masts and life lines. She didn’t have a life line, either did Caretaker.

She didn’t think as she raced after him, up to the quarterdeck. He was speaking frantically, gesturing to the captain who had taken control of the helm. Captain’s eyes widened at Caretaker’s words that Whumpee couldn’t hear. A bang to the stern and Whumpee whirled on her feet.

It was hard to see in the mist and the fog, but she could’ve sworn she saw a glimmer of clear weather behind them. In the opposite direction than what they were sailing.

She ran up to the helm and interrupted their conversation. “Captain! We have to turn around!”

Both men’s heads snapped down to Whumpee.

“Who do you think you are, boy?!” Captain gruffed. Caretaker caught Whumpee’s gaze over the Captain’s shoulder and shook his head in warning.

“Please, Cap’n. I saw a ray of sun towards the stern, sir. If we turn around now we can outrun the storm and not—” another blow jostled the ship, but it didn’t stop after the wave struck. The sound of screams and creaking wood behind her drew Whumpee’s gaze.

The main mast creaked and groaned, threatening to split in half and fall onto the deck. “CLEAR THE DECK!” Captain ordered frantically. “All hands to the quarterdeck now!”

“Captain, it’s the dread—”

“Aye, I know who the blasted devil is,” Captain snapped. His steel gaze found Whumpee’s. He started to furiously turn the ship around until they were 180 degrees and sailing with the wind. “But soiling our britches won’t solve any of our problems, Caretaker, will they?” He gruffed.

Caretaker nodded resolute, his eyes slid behind Whumpee, then to Whumpee directly before he took off. “Whumpee,” Caretaker commanded. “With me. We’ll loose the sails.”

“You better be right, Whumpee.” Captain said as they turned and disappeared down the stairs, running through the throng of sailors and crewmen who were ascending the stairs. “By the Gods, Whumpee” Captain grimaced. “You better be right.”

A strong hand, big enough to encase Whumpee’s upper arm stopped her in her tracks. Whumpee’s eyes went to the owner. It was Struman, her bunk mate, his eyes hard. “Where’re ya going? Cap’n said to—”

Caretaker was at the bottom of the stairs and climbing the ladders to the sails. “We have to unfurl the sails, we’re sailing out of this storm. Caretaker’s orders.”

Struman nodded stiffly. He released Whumpee’s arm and gestured for three other crew men to follow him while the rest retreated to safety. Whumpee ran to the main sail on the starboard side and began to climb. She was small, swift and agile, her hands already calloused before she joined the crew. She wasn’t like Anne or any of her sisters with soft, dainty hands. And it was a good thing in a storm like this, giving her grip so she didn’t blow away. Her masculine muscles keeping her strong and steady as she ran across the beam and began to unknot the ropes securing the sail.

Caretaker was crouched down opposite her. He flashed her a handsome, charming smile as his ropes came undone. The salt and sea spray mixed with the rain and the wind pulling at his shirt and hair made him look more attractive than Whumpee thought a man needed to look. Why couldn’t she be pretty like Anne? Would he smile at her like that if she would act like a good wife?

Oh blasted! That’s not what she should be thinking about at a time like this! Her hands worked quickly and the sail unfurled down, material rippling against the wind as it shucked down and immediately caught the wind. She glanced back at Caretaker and sighed a sigh that was stolen by the wind. It wasn’t her fault he consumed her thoughts like that, she thought looking at him, Caretaker looked like a God of the sea, with his tanned skin from so many days spent in the sun on the ship.

Another crack against the sky and Whumpee flinched. Caretaker ran by her. A hand brushed hers. “Come on! To the deck.”

She turned and followed him. She would follow him anywhere, she realised as the wind caught his shirt and sent it billowing. He turned and dropped to the first rung of the rope ladder and looked up at her, his smile golden and Whumpee melted a little.

Then his gorgeous eyes flashed with a horrible, terrible danger and he screamed her name, but Whumpee didn’t hear it over the crashing sound behind her. The crack ripped through the sky. The mast wobbled and she slipped on the wood. She screamed as the mast turned and toppled. She grabbed a rope but it slipped through her fingers and she cursed as she fell. A strong hand grabbed hers as her feet slipped from the wood and were falling with nothing below her but the sea.

She screamed as her wrist snapped against her arm and her descent was halted. Caretaker. He… Whumpee was swung into the rope ladder and she cried out, gasping as it stole the wind from her chest.

“Caretaker!” Captain? Whumpee couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the clouds that roared like an angered beast; over the sound of the crack of canons; over the rushing sound of blood in her ears. “THE LADDER!”

But it was too late. The mast dislodged. The rope attached and it was falling. Whumpee and Caretaker tried to hold on as much as possible, shifting, trying to get to the deck but the mast fell too far out and they were dangling above the sea.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker screamed as her grip faltered. “Whumpee! Let go!” He ordered.

Let go.

Let go.

Just… just let go.

Why wasn’t she letting go?

If she let go she would drop into the water. It was the most logical thing to do. She just had to let go. She wouldn’t even hurt breaking the film over the sea. She was in the perfect position of a solider dive so…. Why….

Her fingers wouldn’t release the rope.

She shook with the wind, no. She trembled with the paralytic fear that consumed her blood and turned her muscles rigid and heavy.

“I—” she stammered. Wet eyes met Caretaker’s gorgeous gleaming crystals. “I—” but she never finished her sentence. Another car tore through the sky and her grip faltered and she fell with a yelp. She didn’t know if Caretaker followed, but she only had a moment of a gasp in breath before she hit the icy waters below.

She opened her eyes but the waters were black and she kicked her legs on instinct more than anything else. She broke the surface with a gasp, her lungs screeching at her and grumbling as she gasped. But the salt water entered her mouth and she spit it out as the rocky tides overwhelmed her and she was submerged again.

Something above them. Another crack and Whumpee glanced up. The mast fell now, falling towards them and Whumpee didn’t think. Her body pushed against the water and she tried to clear the hulk of wood before it crashed into her.

Too slow.

Something hard and unrelenting caught her ankle and she heard a crack throughout her body and she gasped, swallowing lungfuls of water as she was dragged below the surface of the angry tides.

She yanked her ankle forward and screamed into the water as it caught on something. She turned and tried to quiet her mind, she could free it. She could free it. Her eyes found the rope ladder it was caught in like a fish in a net. She hooked her other foot to the rope and yanked herself closer, knees to her chest as she grabbed the injured foot and pulled it free from the rope.

She unhooked her other leg and pushed up, her lungs screaming for oxygen. She pumped her arms up, she could see the light, see the sun, feel its heat and she let out a startled yelp as she surfaced again. The waves pulled at her bad ankle and she winced as she kicked with her good leg to keep herself afloat.

But there was no sun… they were still in the storm… but the heat? Whumpee gulped as more debris fell around her. Burning debris.

“Caretaker! Caretaker!” She screamed. Her bright eyes searched the sea around her but it was no good in the fog and the darkness. A hand found her shoulder and she screamed and turned. And two eyes made of crystal found hers and she weeped. “Oh Caretaker… oh, thank the gods you’re okay.”

“Whumpee! Are you hurt? I was looking everywhere for you.”

“I’m— I—” I love you, she shouldn’t say. Even if they were about to die. Right? “My ankle,” she finished pathetically.

Caretaker nodded. He searched the tides with his calm, eagle eye. “There,” he said, and he put a hand around Whumpee’s arms. “Hook your hands around my shoulders,” he said.

Whumpee blushed at the command, but she obeyed, happy he couldn’t see what effect his words had on her. She clung to him, she could feel his defined muscles in his shoulders and back as she clung to him. “Okay. Hold on. Don’t let go! No matter what. That’s an order.”

“Yes sir!” She screamed against the tides. Caretaker started swimming, and Whumpee locked her fingers together in front of him as he pushed against the frigid waters. They would freeze if they stood still, Whumpee realised as the chill of the sea seized her burning leg.

They reached a floating piece of debris from the ship, Whumpee couldn’t really make out what it was from. Caretaker unhooked Whumpee’s arms from him and wrapped them over the debris that acted like a rafter.

“Okay,” Caretaker said. His lips were blue from the cold. “I need you to wait here and—”

But Whumpee didn’t hear the final command. Another bang and something fell and Caretaker screamed and then darkness.

*~*~*~*~*

Whumpee woke up bleary eyed, only vaguely aware that they were being dragged somewhere. They didn’t manage more than a groan and a whimper before they passed out again.

*~*~*~*~*

A splash of cold water jolted Whumpee awake. She gasped reflexively, eyes open and mouth gaping like a fish. She went to her side and hit something solid. Whumpee frowned at the boots in front of her. They were some fancy looking boots for her crew and her arms weren’t responding to her commands.

She was on deck. She knew that. The waves quietly tippling them along.

“Get them up,” a voice commanded. Whumpee’s eyes widened as hands were upon her and putting her on her knees again. She yelped as her weight was put on her broken ankle and shot up on her good leg.

The sound of a pistol being cocked froze her in place. “Stay down, shark bait.”

“Please…” she said, biting her lip to stop from crying out in front of unfriendly sailors. “I— I hurt my foot, I can’t put weight on it.”

“Whumpee…” Whumpee’s head shot up at the voice but she didn’t see Caretaker in front of her. No, instead she saw a woman in an exquisite purple captain’s jacket and tricorn hat with a long, inky black feather that gleamed in the sunlight.

The woman smiled down at Whumpee. She crouched so she was at Whumpee’s eye level. Her eyes were unlike any Whumpee had ever seen. They were as radiant as the woman herself, enthralling Whumpee and leaving her speechless, but she also reeked of danger and pain so Whumpee cowered away from her despite her alluring beauty.

“Whumpee?” The woman purred, a soft hand found Whumpee’s chin and pulled her back so there was little distance between them. Whumpee flinched at her name. “Is that your name, sweet thing?”

“Get off of him!” Caretaker said somewhere to Whumpee’s right. Whumpee jerked her head in his direction but it didn’t budge, the woman didn’t release Whumpee’s head enough for her to turn and see Caretaker… but he was alive… he was alive.

Her eyes glazed as that realisation set in and she had to keep the relieved smile off her face this close to this beautiful lady with such soft hands for pirate.

Oh…

Oh.

The relief was washed from her bones and replaced with cold quick dread that flushed her body and made her shiver. The grip on Whumpee’s chin tightened.

“I asked you a question.”

“Y—yes, yes ma’am.”

“Tch. Ya hear that lads?! This young pup called your Captain ma’am!” A chorus of jeers and Whumpee flinched, but the woman wouldn’t release Whumpee’s chin from her iron grip.

“I’m sorry, Ma— I mean… Captain. I really— I didn’t mean any offence, I—”

The woman placed a dainty finger on Whumpee’s lips which instantly silenced her. Whumpee trembled as she stared into the woman’s eyes like coals that burned as bright as her inky feather.

“Whumpee is your name?”

Whumpee blinked. “Yes,” she squeaked.

“Your real name, darling?”

Whumpee shivered. “Y-yes.”

“Get away from him! He’s just a ship hand—” a dull thud cut Caretaker off with his own groans of pain.

“Please—” Whumpee pleaded, trying to turn her head. “Please…” but she didn’t know what she was pleading for. For the woman to release her, or not tell this group of hostile, male dominated sailors that she wasn’t in fact a man. “Please,” she whimpered against the Captain’s finger.

The Captain’s lips were painted a glossy red, so bold for a lady to wear, but Whumpee got the distinct impression that the woman in front of her was anything but an ordinary lady.

The captain pursed her lips. She released Whumpee’s face and stood. “This one comes with me to my quarters,” she announced. Whumpee flinched. “Wha-what?!”

A chorus of raunchy voices cried out in disappointment and approval. “You know the best pick of them, Cap’n,” someone said as Whumpee was hauled to her feet. She cried out as she put weight on the bad leg and Caretaker called her name again.

“Oh, whoops. I forgot about your foot,” the captain said with a smile that could cut through the hide of a whale. Whumpee gulped. “First mate, darling, be a dear and carry my loot back to my quarters, I will be there in a moment.”

“Wait!” Whumpee cried. “Wait, please! We’re peaceful, we’ve surrendered!”

More scathing laughter that boiled Whumpee’s blood. “Please! Just bring us back to—” Whumpee’s head jolted to the side suddenly. A warmth bloomed on her cheek as she righted herself, eyes shining at the woman in front of her. Did she just slap her? Only her governess had ever slapped her before and that was when she was a girl.

“First of all, sweet thing,” the captain said, grabbing Whumpee’s chin again and tilting her head up to look the startling woman in the eye. “You didn’t surrender, you were overwhelmed and invaded and now you are prisoners and spoils of battle well fought.”

“We were a trading vess—” Another slap. Harder this time. Whumpee cried out. “Oh, I love it when they’re mouthy,” she purred, as she stepped closer and planted a kiss on Whumpee’s cheek she just struck. Twice.

Whumpee went colder than she thought possible.

“Let him go!” Caretaker screamed as Whumpee was picked up and thrown over a broad shoulder. She raised her head, her eyes briefly met Caretaker’s wide gaze as he was wrestled back into a kneeling position. The Captain stepped between Whumpee’s eyesight of Caretaker.

She started to struggle, but it was a vain, pathetic effort. With her hands tied behind her back she probably looked like a fish on a hook. “Don’t touch him! Get off him!” She screeched, but the First Mate took her further and further away until the deck disappeared altogether as she screamed. “Let go of me! Get off of me you brute!”

First Mate threw her to the ground as soon as they entered the captain’s quarters. Whumpee saw stars as pain shot from her ankle up her leg and she cried out.

“Oh, the captain’s gonna have fun with you,” First Mate told her in a gravelly voice. “So pretty, too. She likes pretty boys, you’re exactly her type.”

Whumpee scurried back on her hands and her good foot but the first mate followed her. “But she always tires of them after a while, and when she tires of you, gorgeous, I’ll be next in line.”

Whumpee couldn’t speak she was that scared. There was nothing in her brain, in her body, nothing except whimpers and screams and fear and SHIVERS. Why couldn’t she do anything except tremble like a frightened dog?! She was stronger than this!

“You wait right there, shark bait, the captain will be with you shortly.” The brute turned and grabbed the door. Before he left, he stopped and chuckled darkly. He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes half lidded and filled with something monstrous. “And when she’s through with you, you’ll wish you stayed with the sharks.”

With that the door slammed shut with a bang. Whumpee flinched. Then she waited and prayed that Caretaker was okay.

[wystana]

The sillies! (Click for better quality)

[dancrry]

the sheer number of gay people in ofmd makes me so happy. like yes my little pride parade of a tv show!!! i will love it forever!!!!!!

[the-lesbian-orpheus]

OH MY GOD I COULD CRY RIGHT NOW

OFMD CRUMBS

so apparently vanity fair got some pictures of season 2

I looked at the page

AND OH MY FUCKING GOD

So LESBIANS WOO

STEDES OUTFITS LOOK AT THIS SHIT

ALSO more of Ed yayyy

My poor baby

Also like Spanish Jackie and Ed in the same room BACSJAVSVAHBSBA and he looks so sadj 🥲

THE GAY PIRATE GODS HAVE HEARD MY MONTHS OF PLEADING

[animalsjaw]

boyfriend and i have gone crazy putting ourselves in au’s, here’s some stuff of pirate us (🤤)

captain crimson seas (first and last) and dutchie (second and third)!! idiot gay pirates!

used a reference image on the last one!

‼️reblogs appreciated (w/ anything you have to say!) BUT DO NOT REPOST‼️

[pumpkinsy0]

i got at least 1 like so heres me describing the pirate curly x cowboy pony au wooooo

pirates r actually part of haitis history, soooo semi historically accurate too double woooo🙏🏽🙏🏽

ANYWAYS for curly/the shepards backstory, they were part of the haitian revolution as they were born into slavery. however they didnt stay for the full of it, tim saw an opportunity to escape and they left to go tortuga, haiti as they were looting ships so more money/resources for themselves to actually build a life for themselves. they still SOMEWHAT helped w the revolution, fucking over french and spanish boats passing through

they did that for a while till tim was like “yeaaaaa this isnt the best environment for u two to grow up in” so they left that life and headed over to the us, traveling around doing anything to get some money (mostly robbing) and becoming wanted ppl

they bumped into the curtis gang after they were caught rummaging through their stuff, there was a stand off but ultimately they came to an understanding. ofc theres tension but aye, what can ya do.

curly gets close to pony as he was rlly the only one who gave him the time of day. curly yearnssss to go back to tortuga to fight but hes stuck here so causing shit w pony is his next best thing, pony just wants a simple life and wants to travel places, but he does like hearing curlys stories!!

ok thats it

[side-of-honey]

Wooooo the rest of the team is finally done! Overall they didn't change nearly as much as Okoru, but I made a lot of changes in the little details and I like these designs a lot more :)

Uhhh ill put rambles under the cut bc the images already kinda make this a long post and ik most ppl probably dont care abt this stuff but I like talking about it! <:D

I tried a lot harder to make Kare + Sunai and Haji + Okoru look plausibly like siblings, aaand I think it's at least better? They have a few little nods to each other if you look hard enough :) I also tried to make them look less like the real world counterparts they were based off of, although tbh they still look too similar for my liking... oh well TwT

I was reaaally conflicted about changing Kare's weapon, and tbh I still am? But the ice cream ball was just too obscure and didn't really fit </3 Oh well, what's done is done...and probably nobody but me cares about this JKSDGLJSDG

I also actually drew the Hideout this time!! (Neighbor's Room equivalent) It turns out that I really like drawing areas as like concept art but not backgrounds lol so you'll probably see more of that? Maybe?

I know Doubloons sounds really. Cheesy??? But like its the quintessential pirate money ok it can't be anything else

Ummm and lastly... normally I'd leave this to other people to possibly figure out but I highly doubt anyone's going to get this one SO Esha is Jori's dog and he named him after his favorite drink, Esha Jo' :) Briefly mentioned in Jori's Guide to Favorite Drinks WAYYY back JKLSDJG

Anywayss that's enough from me! Next up is Jori and Basil, and then one more special post before we're caught back up ^^; If you read this far... thanks!!

[brothersonahotelbed]

OHHHHH FUCK YEAH !!!!!! ⚓🚢🏴‍☠️🦜

i need to listen to some fucking sea shanties RIGHT NOW

[insertcurrentintresthere]

Anyway, please enjoy an abridged list of the random thoughts I had while watching the PJO finale. Spoilers (duh)

I will not be fixing the spelling mistakes for a more authentic experience

LOOK AT HIM GO

This is making me way too happy

he said the word wrong (riposte) 😔

“whAt” -annabeth

GET HIS ASS

He’s on the ground :(

GET HIS ASS - YEAH!!! - FUCK YEAH - GET EM

he got stuck in a glue trap

Annabeth really clutched thyn pearls

That was sOoOoo cOoOOoL

Oh- he’s doing the doctor who thing

Ooo colors

Awww (where is he)

Okay, the helm is a helmet… Or like- an old scuba mask

Sashay away

GROVER<3333333

“Dude”

Sand… on his face

They love each other

She’s so scared for him

THE NECKLACE

SOBS SONS SOBS

WHAY IS THIS

ITS LIKE IN THOR

Luke is spreading propaganda

SPIDER PHOBIA MENTION

I want to go to there

I’m so excited to see Zeus

Why is he sitting like that tho

He’s impertinent or whatever

Where is poseidon :(

His eyes so big

BOY

YES HES HERE WOOOOO

He’s my father he just doesn’t know it yet (I’m a child of Hephaestus, I have no clue what I was talking abt)

What the flip was that

“Everybody”? Really just left out half of the olympians

He zipped away

“The sea does not like to be restrained” (I just really like this line for some reason)

ARES IS A MORON

NO, STOP

THROWING UP

IM GONNA CRY STOP IT

NOOO FUCK YOU

How did I just realize it’s person shaped

HUG HER BACK DUMBASS

THE FUREWORKS

IT WASNT GTIVER NOOOO

Stop it I’m gonna kill you rick

THR HURT IN HIS EYES

LUKE

MO

STOP

NO NO NO NO NO

I CANT FO THIS

WHERE TF IS GRIVER AND HUS SERVHERS LICENSE

LUKE NO

LUKE STOP

OMG STOP IT NO

HES SO SCARED

It looks like a pirate sword

I love how sympathetic they’re making him

This is great

“This isn’t you babe”

WHERE TF IS GRIVER

“I’m sorry”

ANNABETH!!!!!

HELL YEAB

PERIL

WHAT ABOUT GROVER?!

HIS LICENSE

“Kronis”

He’s impertinent

HEHE

I love Mr. D so much

She’s so pretty istg

THEY LOVE EACHOTJER

YES

GROVER

THE FLOWER

HES SO HAPPY

I LOVE HIM

SEASON 2 FORSHADOWING?!

I need to see him in the wedding dress

SHUT UP PERCY

oh no, not the ominous music

SALLY!!!!!!

YIPEEEEE

NO

STOP

SOBBING MY EYES OUT

WHAT STOP

BITCH GET AWAY

I’m so excited for season 2 PLEASE

why does he talk like that

The mom ever

Grandpa >:(

BLUE

Aw, they didn’t kill gabe :(

Haha… reddick

WAIT HE DIED

BOOM DEVORCS

He’s silly, Silly in the way I wanna punch him in the face

KILL HIM!!!!!

[smeezy845]

you know what skin color i do judge people on. purple. because this one guy, wiliam aften was purple and he built fredy fivebear, and that part's ok. what he did afterwards is grr. he took a kid and he murdered him rahhh. and he put him into fredy fivebears. he also did it with chica the kitchen, bunny the bonnie, foxy the fox pirate rawrr. and then yellow freddy, because wiliam after-he was yellow once, before he was purple. but he was also purple, but he wasnt yellow on his skin, he was yellow on his fur because he was a bonnie the bunny. maybe he was a furry. i dont know, no one knows. but it was called springtrap because its got springs and its got traps. so you dont wanna interact with springs or traps because wiliam after did it. and he got gkkt. he got crunched-crunkled by a puppet who had wooOOo. did ghost powers on him, because fredy fivebear was angry-grr. because wiliam

[salubriousbean]

YIPPEE SOME ART (cuz who doesn't love a good pirate AU!!)

Short ramblings under the cut

I finally got around to finishing this after like two months lol

ITS FRANCIS HECK YEAH WOOOOO

Yes I did listen to pirate music most of the time while drawing this

The line he is saying (hoist the Jolly Roger) is from the Sail North song Bones (I LOVE SAIL NORTH)

No I do not know how to draw striped pants

Yes the wood took a while

I think the perspective on the deck is off but it's good enough man

Taking pictures of your art is hard man

*does a jig* :D

[millastaria]

ITS PIRATES SMP DAY!!!! WOOOOO

[sawdusst]

Ok so I remade some of the pirate flags

yeah i uh— deleted the original flag post because I wanted to remake them

anyways these are some flags I made for the coroika pirate au wooooo

I kinda messed with the splat on Gloves' flag (the green one) which I kinda like but then again idk ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I might (?) Remake them again if I get any better ideas but as of now there they are

[the-dragon-girl-27]

i wanted to draw something Zero related for haloween, at first i was thinking I would draw all my ocs in costumes, made some quick sketches, than never actually drew the final peice beyond a very rough sketch

then i started working on an unrelated animation i will probably finish some other time and realized i was not going to finish that in time

but i wanna post something anyway so here you get the crappy concepts for some spooky outfits for my OCs wooooo below readmore is more rambling

Ito's devil horns are his real horns he is pretending are fake horns, he can do this because these drawings are not cannon because our earth holidays do not exist in medieval fantasy land

Gray is a cat person and not a dog person but i see him having wolf ears instead of cat ears, he seems like someone super into wolves but i don't think he is

Hana is specificly wearing a very crappy ghost costume, I think Hana has an awful sense of fashion and Scarlet helping her buy clothes is the only reason she is not a fashion disaster, Hana sees this costume as good enough she even drew the ghost face herself

Scarlets pirate outfit is the best one here btw and i do not take objections, makes sense because I see her as being the most fashionable out of the group, she's the kinda person who makes sure they are dressed nice when running simple errands

imma be real Yukki is dressed as a bootleg kamen rider/ super sentai because i wanted to draw him dressed as one lol idk the look fits his vibes

"anime girl" really just means hatsune miku vibes and just general anime schoolgirl vibes, but also hatsune miku

Red probably would also wear a mask now that I think about it but you need to know its him also I just realized now i made that outfit weirdly frilly for a "grim reaper' huh maybe its my touhou brainrot cuz i finished touhou PoFV recently

Serra is the other one that looks really nice, speaking of touhou she literally just looks like marisa huh? guess her hairstyle this arc is very marisa when its not colored in lol

soma.... idk i dont really have anything to say he is literally just there

[pesterloglog]

Latula Pyrope, Meenah Peixes, Kankri Vantas, Porrim Maryam, Aradiabot, Vriska Serket, Sollux Captor, Aradia Megido, Equius Zahhak, Mituna Captor, Kurloz Makara, Cronus Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Meulin Leijon, Nepeta Leijon, Eridan Ampora, Rufioh Nitram, Damara Megido, Horuss Zahhak, Karkat Vantas, Tavros Nitram, Gamzee Makara, Terezi Pyrope

Act 6, page 5427

LATULA: wooooo, 4w y34h grlz, h34rd you w3r3 st4rt1ng 4 p4rty ov3r h3r3??? >XD

MEENAH: no its not a party its...

KANKRI: Hm. I see s9me9ne has ch9sen t9 dress as a pirate f9r this party, in spite 9f the negative ass9ciati9ns that the 9ld marauding classes have with vi9lent a6use, 9ppressi9n, n9t even t9 mention

MEENAH: ARRRRRGH DUD-E GTFO

LATULA: yo porr1m! n1c3 costum3! w4y to ch4ng3 1nto someth1ng on such short not1ce. H1 F1V3!!!!

PORRIM: What? No+, this isn't a co+stume. It's just what I was wearing. I came o+ver here to+ see what all the co+mmo+ti+n was about.

LATULA: d4mn grl you just look1ng f1n3 for th3 h3ll of 1t th3n! GRL POW3R!!!

PORRIM: Uh... sure. So+ this is a party? So+unds like fun!

MEENAH: no its not a party gfd 38(

ARADIABOT: lets annihilate them

ARADIABOT: yes lets. i am in the m00d t0 ruin s0meb0dy

VRISKA: Right on! I knew I could count on you crazy metal 8roads for some mayhem.

SOLLUX: hey aradia, uh... y0ur rob0 clones l0ok like they're ab0ut to flip the fuck 0ut. they're making me nervous, eheheh. can you try talking s0me sense into them?

ARADIA: sorry sollux my robotic duplicates have always been free agents totally exempt from my influence and better judgement

ARADIA: equius do you think you can calm them down?

EQUIUS: D --> They are pernickety devices

EQUIUS: D --> Often sweat seeps into their circuitry and causes them to behave more erratically

EQUIUS: D --> Which unfortunately only causes me to sweat even more profusely, I am afraid

ARADIA: equius weve never talked about it but im not sure how comfortable i am with you um... courting such a great plurality of my mechanical doubles

EQUIUS: D --> On a scale of 1 to 100, how depraved would you say you find my behavior?

EQUIUS: D --> (please be 100, please be 100...)

ARADIA: i never should have kissed you that time it was such a mistake :(

EQUIUS: D --> (I NEED A TOWEL)

EQUIUS: D --> (A NEW ONE I MEAN)

MITUNA: HA7H 4NYW0NG 533N MY H4ML37

KURLOZ: :o)

MITUNA: 000H WH04 N1C3 C057UM3 8UDDY

KURLOZ: :o)

CRONUS: (be quiet. by saying anything youre really making a horrible impression on people we should be trying to impress here.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY

CRONUS: (ill forgivwe you, but this is the last time i evwer do. im at my vwits end with you.)

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY PL3453 PL3453 F04G1V3 M3 4G4IN

FEFERI: GLUB! (whoops, i mean glub. oh gosh, it's my ancestor!)

FEFERI: (i'm so nervous, i can't let her notice me. she's so unbubbleivably cool! *swoonami*)

MEENAH: (ah snap its my ancestor. wish i didnt notice her)

MEENAH: (must... suppress... urge... to murder her for royal supremacy omg)

MEULIN: (^·ω·^) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (^·o·^)/ < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

NEPETA: :33 < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

MEULIN: (=^ω^=) < 333333333!!!!!!!!!

ERIDAN: wwhoa man could you maybe stop bumpin me wwith your codpiece

CRONUS: sorry chief, honest misake. so are you doing anything later?

ERIDAN: wwait are you actually seriously hittin on me

ERIDAN: wwoww dude evven i think youre trash

CRONUS: im a cool enough cat if you get to know me. you didnt ansvwer the question.

ERIDAN: sigh fine lets go out on a date i guess. flippin amazin this tragic scenarios wwhat i been reduced to

MEENAH: H-EY! everyone stay on the right goddamn sides. cronus im lookin at you

VRISKA: Yeah! Nepeta, 8ack in line. You people need to start taking this 8rawl more seriously.

RUFIOH: yo my gangstas! d1d 1 hear you were go1ng off to f1ght a ghost k1ll1ng demon...

RUFIOH: m1nd 1f 1 tag along... 1've been hop1ng for a chance to put an end to my cruel joke of an ex1stence... haha... bangarang.

VRISKA: Hell yes! On this team I have a MAJOR need for expenda8le people.

MEULIN: (^·o·^) HORSEBODY!RUFIOH, DON'T BE SUCH A DOWNER! DIDN'T YOU GET THE MEOWMO? THIS IS NOT A CATFIGHT, IT'S A COSTUME PURRTY!!!

MEENAH: no no it really is a catfight. or i mean a regular fight... urrgh

KANKRI: Meulin, it w9uld 6e great if y9u didn't use this party as a platf9rm t9 engage in suicide shaming. I think Rufi9h is triggered en9ugh as it is having t9 live with the hein9us 69dy 9f a metal h9rse.

DAMARA: これは何? ハロウィーンの乱交? [What is this? A Halloween orgy?]

VRISKA: Are you fuckers deaf???????? This 8n't a party!

MEULIN: (^._.^) ...

PORRIM: Ho+rrus, yo+ur o+utfit lo+o+ks nice, but so+rry to+ say it was a false alarm. It's no+t a co+ stume party.

HORUSS: 8=D < This isn't a costume. I am literally a majestic stallion, and my appearance refle% this noble reality.

PORRIM: Ah. Go+tcha. Hey guys, can I be o+n the o+ther team?

KANAYA: Yes!

MEENAH: no!!!!!!!!!!

KARKAT: THIS GATHERING HAS COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY MY ABILITY TO TOLERATE STUPIDITY AND AWFULNESS. GET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.

KARKAT: GOD DAMN IT. THE CROWD IS GETTING TOO THICK, I CAN'T EVEN GET AWAY FROM THIS SHIT. EVERYBODY FUCKING MOVE!!!

TAVROS: eXCUSE ME, oTHER PEOPLE,

TAVROS: wHO ARE ME, aND OTHERWISE,

GAMZEE: honk.

TAVROS: hAVE YOU SEEN, a BEAUTIFUL TREASURE ON THE FLOOR,

TAVROS: tHAT IS MORE SPECIFICALLY A RING,

TEREZI: K4RK4T, SHUT UP, TH1S 1S GR34T!

TEREZI: W3 N33D TO G3T MOR3 P3OPL3 J4MM3D 1NTO TH1S SW33T F1GHTP4RTY M4SQU3R4D3! >:]

[333creolelady]

Helloooooooooo. For those of you who still care I have great great news about the Roman reigns pirate period piece ! I’ve finished 50 percent of the short story and I’m going to be posting the very FIRST chapter TOMORROW night around 8pm est Wooooo!!!!! 🎉🥳🥳🎉🎉🎊🎊