#CAPTAIN'S LOG. ( ic. )

[indigospyder]

Listening to Rusty Quill Gaming holiday episodes has me like

I’ve gotten into some niche shit before, but this? This is a bit much even for me

[captainseamech]

             It was a quiet night for once. No storms were approaching, no rescue calls that are water related hit the comms, no sirens soaring through the air nor the blades of a helicopter were buzzing through the skies... The ocean was also calm, water quiet and gently hitting the ship’s red painted hull with just the night ambience and cold air being present overseas.

             High Tide sat at the very edge of his roaming house’s cabin, appreciating the stars above him as a few leaves gracefully hit his plating before dancing away with the quiet, chilly wind. It was one of the rare instances he found himself appreciating the tiny things from this planet, instead of detesting it.

             Even rarer than that... was that he found himself quietly singing, nearly mumbling or whispering even, to match the current vibe.

             Four syllabi, shanted in one vent with varying highs and lows, mostly lows being present during repetitions. It would have sounded better had the mech any instrument to play along, but the rhythmic tapping of his digits against his knee plating or even the gentle tap of his pedes against the dark gray metallic doors of his ship would suffice in creating different tones.

             The Captain’s voice was quiet and soothing in contrast to his usually loud and rasp one, as he found himself relaxing and softening to quietly shant along. His expression was also calm and neutral-happy, optic ridges not creasing as much as it usually would. His voice went slightly pitched and grave with the rhythm, soothing in tone somewhat further on the grave notes.

             “Haaa hiii haaa hooo...” was all that left the sea mech as green optics looked at the moonlight’s reflection in the water, a small smile forming on his lips. This was nice.

[tytonidyke]

I slipped on a patch of ice in the parking lot at work this morning and fell so hard I pissed myself a little bit. How is everyone else’s day going

[captainspaulding]

i completely forgot about the ice nine kills song for the devils rejects its so bad oh my god its so bad. they should be ashamed of themselves for that especially considering rob has that shit covered 10x over

[humble-firstmate]

might be silly today and learn to play something that isn't a harmonica but is equally annoying!

[ad-ya]

[medicus-mortem]

@whiskeysmulti (Chopper) liked [+] for an anatomy nerd starter.

The beast came out of nowhere. Leaping out of the yellow grasses as if it was invisible. It's shimmering black coat and huge feline bulk should have been easy to spot in this open field but neither Law or his tiny doctor companion saw anything. It's a good thing Chopper has such a good nose and Law's Haki kicked in at the right time, because otherwise one of them would be severely wounded, judging by those wicked claws.

Law sighs as he steps closer to the animal, flicking Kikoku to get the blood off of her. His sword had found the beast's heart, piercing it through before it could sink it's teeth into his shoulder. The Surgeon of Death rolls that same shoulder, testing the stinging there. It may not have bit down but it did scrape. However, such a superficial injury is quick to be forgotten when Law finally gets a good look at the hulking beast.

It looks like a panther. Fur the deepest black but it shimmers in the sunlight. It's great, crushing paws complete with ripping claws. It is double to size of any big cat Law has seen but that isn't the most remarkable thing. It has a pair of feathered wings at its shoulders. Tiny and clearly unable to lift the beast but their presence alone is fascinating.

"Well, this is interesting," he says, eyes alight with his fascination. The fingers of his right hand twitch, that desire to dissect growing strong. He shoves Kikoku into the earth as he moves closer, the doctor crouching by the dead beast's head. He grasps it in his hands and moves it about, eyeing it's feature. He frowns, beginning to concentrate. "You have reptilian eyes. Why?"

[bonbongiveshell]

I am so tired of being completely fucking useless

[finalfronticr]

@bcnes asked . . .

“ I don't take sides. ”

Jim laughs incredulously — the reaction instinctual , something out of habit. A hand travels up to clap him on the shoulder. When his head finally turns up to look him in the eye , he raises an eyebrow. ❛ I don't know , Bones , ❜ he begins , free hand tapping the bottom of his chin in a display of faux - thoughtfulness. ❛ Because there have been plenty of times when you've taken Spock's side of an argument to prove me wrong. ❜

[indigospyder]

Since my post has reached DOUBLE the notes I was expecting (tysm btw), I’ll get to work on drawing Miss Janice “On Ice” Smith, AND show my drawing of Leonardo and Randal that I’ve been doing for shits and giggles.

… once I’m done coloring it ofc

[garys-chimera-logs]

Wait, did Max really just not question why Feather suddenly existed? Did he really just see a weird human bird thing that’s supposedly been haunting Gary and just accept it, like a normal Tuesday?

I mean, if YOU lived in a facility creating actual real living things from drawings and also had a psychotic 10-year-old as a neighbor/roommate, why WOULDN‘T you just assume that was normal?

There’s enough batshit insanity going on inside the lab that a small wet pigeon suddenly appearing isn’t the craziest thing he’s seen. At least, I‘d assume not, considering his history.

[captainseamech]

The rules said that he wasn't allowed to destroy it or take it off... But it said nothing about fighting with it. Apparently this... attire didn't get in the way of High Tide's training routine, it even flew sort of majestically with his movements!

[mutinouscaptain]

@emcads said: “ i can't believe i trusted you all this time. ”

“ It was your first mistake to be puttin’ trust in me at all, Cap’n de Sevilla. After all your years spent in the company of self-servin’ pirates ⏤ and bein’ one yourself, I might add ⏤ I thought that perhaps ye might’ve known better. Though, I suppose every man be susceptible to the occasional lapse in judgment. ”

There was an undeniable smugness in his voice as he replied to his guest from his seat at the desk in the captain's cabin. Hector Barbossa was every inch a vainglorious usurper, perched upon his new throne; maps, logs, and piles of leather-bound books sat before him, strewn across the dark wood as evidence of him having rifled through Jack's belongings in the hours following the mutiny. He slowly rose from his chair to regard her, as she stood flanked by a pair of armed members of his traitorous crew.

While he would never say it aloud, he had to admit that it was difficult for him not to feel some remorse over how he intended to dispose of Esmeralda. Not only was she a capable pirate in her own right, but she was also the granddaughter and successor of Don Rafael: a respectable man and captain who had aided him in his time of need and given him passage to Shipwreck Cove so many years ago. 

However, Don Rafael was dead, and Doña Pirata was one of the few remaining obstacles between him and his next prize.

“ It's best not to dwell on what’s already done, ” He swept his arm outward to beckon her further into the room, and gestured towards the wooden table at its center. A decanter of wine sat upon it, along with two glasses and a bowl of various fruits. He was cruel, not inhospitable.  “ ⏤ But I think a parlay be in order. Sit. ”

PROMPTS FOR EXPRESSING DOUBT.

[captainspaulding]

random non mutual corpses fans liking my marx bros posts about rejects yall know damn well yall aint know what humor risk is

[vwioletpirate-archive]

might as vwell introduce myself.

orphaner dualscar, captain a the vwiolet mariner an former orphaner a her imperious condescension.

[snowtamale]

i genuinely forget that i have seasonal depression...and without fail every single year the first time we have a bunch of days in a row where it's 60+F my body shuts down, I am motivated to do exactly nothing, I have no appetite, and the suicidal ideation starts.

i can't wait for the autumn and the fog and the rain.