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Inktober Day 30: Rush
This audio has a chokehold on me as do they so here we are.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚
𝑨𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒌.
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒂
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 & 𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒑
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Inktober Day 23: Celestial
This one got ahead of me but I adore it so much.
I can't wait until I'm free from the shackles of Inktober you've no idea the content I have for you
[I'll still procrastinate it lmao]
Who doesn't love a pretty Heron all dressed in gold and pearls?
I claim no responsibility over this post
Inktober Day 12: Spicey
Bonus:
Sausage appreciates it, sure, but he Is Also gonna have a heart attack
Alt. Without the Gold:
Sketches:
Woah another picture of Scott making maps? Who'da guess?
I just think he's neat and him being a Cartographer has my heart what can I say
Inkotber Day 5: Map
Sketches? Under the cut? In this economy?? (Yes)
I got so much sharpie on my hand to make fingerprint smudges on the map I. Am gonna have so much brain damage by the end of inktober
In other news, my dumb hc about this silly little mapmaker is gonna, in fact, make me better at making maps.
Also I plan on more pirates content after inktober I'm just.
Tryna not to burn myself out, yknow?
Pirate smp boatem ghosts headcanon
So I saw a really cool headcanon about how the boatem crew (minus scar) are vengeful ghosts because scar just took their money and ran as the boat he crashed sank with them on it.
It’s a great way to fit them into the pirate smp And I think it can go in so many different direction’s like horror or angst or comedy. Now I love comedy but angst is what I do best so I have an idea
The beginning is the same It starts out as a normal day on the jelly when it suddenly crashes and grian falls from the crows nest onto the hard wooden floor below
When pearl and impulse get closer to help him they get pushed off the boat into the ocean and After they fall into the water Impulse gets eaten by a shark and pearl gets stuck under the boat and drowns
@foop204 designs are great but I have an idea that is different for mumbo
mumbo was actually down in the hull when it happened and ran straight up to the deck arriving just in time to watch pearl and impulse fall overboard
he then rushed to get rope so he could pull them up but scar snuck up behind him and literally stabbed him in the back then he was left to die of blood loss
Might not be as flashy and creepy but his ghost still has the sword stabbing him long after his untimely death
Now they are all ghost and they have different ways they act as a result of the betrayal
Because as stagnant spirits they are forever stuck feeling what ever they were feeling before they died but turned up to 11.
In other words They are the remnants of the dead boatem crew only snap shots of their final moments
Grian is full of rage because he like the others thought scar was a friend but more so than the others he wants revenge
Pearl is a tearful mess when she swam up for air only to feel the bottom of the boat she felt despair because she knew she wouldn’t make it
Impulse is constantly jumpy and panicked because he saw a hole dang shark swimming right towards him(it’s an understandable reaction )
Mumbo feels empty and hopeless because his death was a lengthy one he was hurt at first but by the time he died he was just tired and done with everything
It’s pretty dark but the concept is already pretty dark
Inspired by @ommmmara @applestruda and @foop204
Penis: where are you going.
Milfboss: away from here
Penis: your leaving me?
Milfboss: yes
Penis: why? are we not friends?
Milfboss: [sadly] we were. it's too late for that now
Penis: why? you are safe here. here they cannot hurt you anymore
Milfboss: [shouting] Shitty was your friend too!
Penis: Shitty made his choice the moment he tied me to that chair
Milfboss: and you have made yours. you made yours when you executed him in the exact same way. You cannot take that back Penis.
Penis: [shocked and angry] how do you know about that?
Milfboss: I was there. With Connoreatspants.
Penis: How?! No one was supposed to know!
Milfboss: I am leaving Penis. You can't stop me.
Penis: what about Balls? Did he mean nothing to you?!
Milfboss: your know I loved that cow more than anything. Balls wouldn't have wanted this
Penis: what about the admiral
Milfboss: [crying] don't you bring her into this! she's dead!
[Admiral_Anus walks out from behind a pillar]
Admiral: am I? I wasn't aware
Take a P!Acho of the pirates smp!
And the Timelapse cause I remembered to turn it on!!
A redraw of an artwork I had made during when the pirates SMP was still ongoing!
Original Drawing
P!Smajor now be like:
Herons Aren't Lightweights
The Herons base was rowdy at night.
They all gathered together, tankards of beer in hand, drinking like there was no tomorrow. There may as well not have been to them.
Cleo continued brewing up drinks, adding input to the conversations going on around her.
Scott was up on the stage with Christian, asking questions in a hushed tone, yet somehow she could still hear the slur in his voice.
Eloise sat with Water, both singing somewhat poorly to bar songs and the made-up anthem of the Herons. Olive sat beside them, joining in every now and then but mostly just working on tuning their instrument.
Owen sat at one of the tables, head in his hands. He let out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut.
"Guys? I think someone needs to take Owen to bed." Cleo called out.
"Really? Already?" Olive asked. "We've only had...had..." Olive's eyes began to droop. They downed another drink. "We've only had, like, five drinks."
Water shrugged. "I can take him. Be back soon!" Water stood up, staggering a little, then approached Owen. "C'mon, let's go. You've had enough for tonight."
Owen only groaned weakly in protest.
Once Water had carried Owen out of the tavern, Cleo glanced over at Scott. He was still talking to Christian, and was gesticulating madly.
Olive and Eloise seemed distracted enough. They wouldn't mind if the next round of drinks didn't come for a bit.
Cleo carefully walked up to Scott, then paused a little behind him.
"What do I do? I- is there anything I can...do for him? I mean, we've just started talk...talking to each other again!"
Christian merely shrugged in response. "I am not sure. For now, give him some space and a little time. Eventually things between you will get easier."
Scott's ears flushed. "I don't have time to wait that long! What if one of us goes out on an expedition and never comes back? I may never get to see him again in time, and I don't want thing to be tense between us if and when that happens!" His voice rose in pitch and volume.
For a brief second, Eloise and Olive glanced his way. Then the two of them slowly turned back to each other and their drinks.
Cleo set her hand on Scott's shoulder. He spun around and grasped at the handle of his rapier, then let go when he saw it was her. "I think you should sit down now Scott. Give Christian a break."
He nodded meekly. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." Scott allowed Cleo to lead him to a seat at a table, then push him into it.
"Is it about Acho?"
Scott hesitated, then nodded. "I just...I just don't know what to do."
"Think about it in the morning. You're not thinking clearly right now. When you're sober, think about it then. For now, you can either keep drinking and drown your sorrows in alcohol, or you can take a rest like Owen. No shame in either option."
"Alcohol. Strong alcohol." He didn't stutter, and his voice was almost completely free of a slurred tone. Almost as if he hadn't had more drinks than most of the other Herons already.
"Sure?"
"Yes. I want you to give me so much alcohol that I can barely move around tomorrow. No, for the rest of the week."
Cleo sighed. It wasn't a good idea, but they were pirates.
Since when was anything they did a 'good idea'?
Olive let out a startled yelp, then a joyful squeal. "Cruppy! Hello!" Cruppy jumped at Olive's heels, rubbing against them and jumping like a puppy would. Olive bent down and stroked Cruppy, to which the crab-puppy-thing eagerly jumped into their lap for stroking convenience.
Smiling at the sight, Eloise was suddenly motivated to sing even louder and more joyfully than before. Olive joined in with equal vigour and Cruppy nestled in their lap peacefully.
Cleo shook her head with a warm grin, then grabbed the next round of drinks.
"To us!" She declared, holding her tankard tight and pushing it high into the air.
"To us!" The others parroted, with varying levels of volume and enthusiasm. Regardless, the sound could be heard well beyond the Herons' base and echoed through the town.
Water returned, arms free of Owen, and shouted, "To us!" at the top of her lungs. A delayed reaction, but a welcome one.
For the rest of the night, they all chanted the same thing over and over, falling asleep in the tavern.
They all regretted it in the morning.
But Herons weren't lightweights, and for some strange reason, they all wished to prove it.