#boatemghostsau

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I’ve been thinking about pirate smp scar like. A lot a lot. So here’s a post that isn’t about him at all!

This is my version of the boatem au where Scar very much kills all of them and peaces out, but they’re not so quick to let that go!

Idk if there’s already a ghosts au but who cares! This started as an animatic in Scar’s POV I’m making which I had to take a break on bc of a wrist flare up, but you can watch the wip here if you’d like!

Then I wrote a short fic from the rest of their POVs, which you can read on tumblr or on Ao3, here

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posting sketches of a chapter that isn’t even posted yet bc I’m just vibing

anyway pirate Cleo and pirate Scar get to be worsties as a treat I hope she doesn’t hand him off to a ghost obsessed with unethical experiments on living people for his museum

read my fic I guess? It’s about ghosts

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finally another sketch page for them in To Keep because I love this story but for some reason it’s hard to draw even if this version of scar with the short hair and different clothes isn’t as fun. I like drawing Cleo though :)

snippet below (violence)

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Cleo made a strangled, wet sound as they hit the hilt of Scar’s blade, Scar himself grunting at the sudden weight. Cleo twitched, breathy groans escaping her lips, but Scar only huffed, dropping the sword and Cleo face down. Cub stared. It didn’t feel like he could do anything else. It was so fast. Too fast. Surely this wasn’t it. Cub’s thoughts started to race, a slowly rising panic constricting his chest. Someone else would come. Someone else would stop them. They had to.

Scar crawled out from under Cleo, getting shakily to his legs. Magic still crackled at the deep cut across his legs, as well as his other, more minor injuries, but Scar laughed like he’d escaped this unscathed, like a man on top of the world. He didn’t even look at Cub, only at the horizon, almost hysterical in his glee.

“That was fucking incredible.” Scar lurched forward, and Cub felt overwhelmed by his manic joy, unable to do much else but follow. He was happy, no, this was more than happiness- possibly not even on the same spectrum. Cub didn’t know what to call it, but he wanted more- well, Scar wanted more. He would always want more.

“You’re leaving the sword?” Cub asked, managing to surface from the overwhelming emotion long enough to speak. Scar didn’t acknowledge him as he stepped onto the dock, his excitement mounting as he neared the boat.

“You don’t look back on these kinds of things, Cub. You don’t look back. Besides, I want these fucks to know exactly what happened here. Exactly how I won.” Cub felt Scar’s thick hatred pulse off him in waves, Cub felt it, he felt Scar’s loathing, deep and red, for him, for ghosts, for their daring to exist. Its intensity made Cub nauseous. Dizzy. He moved to sit, and the boat rocked as Scar adjusted the sails. He talked on, but his energy didn’t excite Cub anymore, his droning enthusiasm only leaving Cub sick with dread. And yet. He would still stay. He would still stay, because he could not leave his vex.

And then, movement out of the corner of his eye. Cub did not move his head. The squelch of mud, almost drowned out entirely by Scar’s endless monologue. Cub ignored it. He turned away instead, facing the ocean. If he saw, he might act. The boat lurched, and Scar gasped, then screamed, and only then did Cub act, opening his eyes as Cleo, still impaled through the stomach, shoved Scar into the water. Cub lunged, but new hands caught the collar of his coat, rubberbanding him backward. He screeched, clawing blindly at Ren’s face, only to have his arm grabbed, then his waist, and there were suddenly so many hands, no amount of thrashing and clawing and biting had any hope of freeing him.

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MARY - Boatem Ghosts AU Scar Animatic

CW: Violence, Corpses

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“Good. Now stay dead.”

Scar huffed over Grian’s corpse, leaning to put his bloodied hands on his knees. He didn’t believe in ghosts. Never had! A haunted ship? Nonsense! Yeah, sure, that door on your rocking boat didn’t just close by itself, a ghost did it. Drunkards in taverns loved ghost stories, and listen, Scar was always happy to indulge, but he didn’t buy into it. There was no afterlife. No paranormal plane. He glared at Grian’s broken body, a small smile creeping across his face when nothing glowed or moved. As it should be. Grian had died the way he wanted after all, no need to come back and-

As Scar turned to leave, he found himself face to face with definitely-not-a-ghost Pearl. He gasped, backpedaling past Grian’s body, but Pearl set her teeth in a grim snarl, lunging forward. Scar covered his face as a wave of cold passed through him, unwilling to entertain these damn hallucinations any longer. He waited, giving his mind time to relax, then opened his eyes to no ethereal bodies. Scar let out a long breath. Good. He had a sinking ship to abandon. A hefty lurch of the boat and the increasing incline of the ground reminded him he was running out of time. With one last glance at Grian’s corpse, he carefully made his way back to the captain’s quarters.

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For more info on this AU, please check my pinned post and the boatemghostsau tag. Lots of art and fics for this bad boy.

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thinking about the boatem ghosts epilogue again and I even started writing it! Hurray!

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There was no trace of Scar at his old settlement, which was no surprise. While I had thought it would be a good place to start in tracking him, he had done quite the thorough job of confusing his trail as much as possible. Not only that, but the place was full of traps, which I am a bit embarrassed to admit caused quite a few severe injuries and more than one death. What can I say, I’m a curious guy. Though, it slowed me down quite a bit. If that was Scar’s goal, he did a damn good job. Maybe if I can get a word in before he kills me next time, I can appeal to his ego. I'm not above flattery.

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From The Crew Of The Flying Jellie, Our Final Moments. Signing Off.

IMPULSE - PEARL - GRIAN - MUMBO - SCAR

Scar, pirate captain of The Flying Jellie, murders his crew for seemingly little to no reason, betrayal and anger keeping the members of boatem from truly moving on. This fic contains blood and violence and your blorbos not being very nice to each other

Impulse couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t stop staring at his body, slumped forward, the only evidence of the slash through his throat being the cold blood that still leaked out from under his limp, hanging head.

Dead. Well and truly dead. Why- damn it. He was so stupid.

But was he, really? Stupid? Scar had surprised him, slipping in and shutting the door behind him. Scar hadn’t even looked particularly different, not beyond those gently narrowed eyes, tightly pinned frown, and of course, the dagger in his right hand, knuckles white around it.

But that didn’t make sense. It did not make sense. Of course Scar would have come to check on Mumbo, Mumbo who was-

For the first time, Impulse managed to tear his eyes away from his own corpse and toward Mumbo’s.. well, Mumbo wasn’t quite a corpse yet, was he? Yet. This wasn’t- no..

Of course Scar, their captain, the captain of The Flying Jellie, would have come to check on Mumbo. Mumbo, who had fallen from the crow’s nest, his body cracking against the deck enough to jolt the rest of the crew awake in the early morning. Mumbo hadn’t screamed, but Scar had, Scar had wailed, and Impulse had been the first person out of the crew’s quarters, Grian like a flash behind him, slowed to second only by his fever. Impulse would never forget the way Grian shrieked, pushing past Impulse in a flurry of limbs and collapsing at Mumbo’s side, right under where Scar was standing, frozen stiff.

Shock, surely. Scar had been in shock. That’s why he was just standing there, staring, not doing a thing.

Impulse remembered peeling Mumbo from the splintered floorboards. Mumbo was alive, he was still alive, shallow and quick as the breaths were. He remembered Grian trying to help, getting in the way, clawing at his arms. He remembered Scar yanking Grian back, screaming at him, and it was so damn cruel, Impulse remembered thinking how cruel Scar was acting, but he hadn’t had the breath to speak.

“Scar.” That’s what Mumbo had said, so quiet, Impulse could hardly hear him over the rain- yes, that’s right, it had been starting to rain.

Presently, Impulse turned away from his corpse, from Mumbo, and faced the door, now swung wide open. It was raining harder now, much harder. It was so dark. Impulse heard a gunshot. Grian screamed. And only then, Impulse saw Pearl as she flinched, previously hidden by the shadow of a few large crates, invisible in her stillness. Impulse shut his eyes.

Mumbo’s eyes had been wide open when Impulse had scooped him off the ground. Mouth hanging open, chest heaving to speak words that would never leave his chapped lips. Mumbo hadn’t been looking at Impulse, even when he was cradled in Impulse’s arms, when looking elsewhere would have been such a strain. Mumbo wasn’t looking at Grian either, which Impulse had previously thought he’d been trying to do. Impulse thought Mumbo wanted Grian as a comfort, that the screaming match beginning to erupt over the broken floorboards was distressing him greatly. So Impulse had taken him away from it all, back to the crew’s quarters, out of the rain where it was warm and comfortable until they could get back to land, get Mumbo to safety.

“Sca..” Mumbo had uttered the words a second time when Impulse laid his limp body across his bed. Mumbo’s last words. Scar’s name.

Impulse didn't think Mumbo was trying to look at Grian anymore.

He turned away from the open door where the rain was beating down on the deck and back to Mumbo. Still alive. Still breathing. Impulse hoped with all his heart that Mumbo wasn’t in pain.

It had been fine before. Impulse had no doubt that Mumbo would be okay, and everything would be alright. Just as soon as Scar and Grian stopped screaming at each other, it would be fine, because Scar was a doctor, he had an extensive history in medicine apprenticed under his father- Scar was a doctor, and he could save Mumbo’s life without having to go to land.

Impulse had been so angry. So, so angry as he sat by Mumbo’s bedside, listening to Scar and Grian tear into each other- this was not the first time they had fought, and it wouldn’t be the last, but couldn’t they see that now was not the time? Mumbo was- he wasn’t- Mumbo was going to be okay, but they needed Scar. The only thing stopping Impulse from going out there and breaking them up himself was Mumbo- he couldn’t leave him here, not alone, and he hadn’t seen where Pearl had gone. He only prayed she would snap the two of them out of it.

She didn’t have to.

Scar hit him. Impulse didn’t know how he was so sure that Scar had hit Grian, Scar wasn’t- well, Impulse wasn’t about to say he wasn’t violent. Scar had his moments, but never with his crew, and for all his disagreements with Grian, they were just as close as the rest of them. But there was just something about the snap of skin, Grian’s silence, Scar’s continued fire- Impulse remembered how shaken he’d been. He was just so scared.

But he hadn’t- he hadn’t been afraid when Scar entered the crew’s quarters. He had been so.. Relieved. Because Scar was here, and Mumbo was going to be fine.

Impulse wasn’t sure if he screamed. He didn’t think so. It just happened too fast, and he couldn’t stop staring at Mumbo (staring at Scar) and suddenly he was being pushed and something sharp had grazed the hairs across the back of his neck. Instinct had him rolling away, he’d been in fights before, he knew what to do, just not-

Impulse was a better swordsman than Scar. Many pirates were; so long as you didn’t get caught up in the charm, the talk, Scar was distractable, his footwork was clumsy. Scar knew his weaknesses, and played to them well, but his closest allies knew exactly how to beat him, and when it came to a spar, Impulse and Pearl and even Mumbo from time to time could beat Scar easily-

Scar knew it. Of course he knew. So he caught Impulse off guard, let him fumble around the crew’s quarters before holding him by the shoulder and cutting his throat in the corner of the room.

Impulse never had a chance.

Had- had Mumbo seen it? Seen him die? Suddenly, more than anything, Impulse wished Mumbo was dead. Wished the fall had killed him, instant, painless, and that he wouldn’t have to see this.

Mumbo’s eyes were still open. Lidded now, but open, looking.. directly at the place Impulse now stood. The realization stopped Impulse in his tracks, paying closer attention, meeting Mumbo’s eyes. Mumbo met his. Looking..

Mumbo was looking outside. The door was wide open, and Impulse was simply in the way. It was raining so hard now there wasn’t much to see out there, but Grian was still screaming. Could Mumbo hear it? A crack of thunder drowned out all other noise, and when Impulse turned back to Mumbo, his eyes were closed. Not dead, not yet. But maybe.. hopefully soon.

(One way or another, Mumbo wouldn’t have to hear Grian much longer. This, Impulse had no doubt.)

Grian.

Impulse wasn’t sure when exactly he had died, but it wasn’t right away. He remembered the feeling of Scar’s breath against his forehead, the soft half-chuckle that held no sound. He remembered when Scar had taken a step back, flipping the bloodied dagger in his fingers as he turned to Mumbo with the same murderous intent. That’s when Impulse saw Grian. Impulse was sure he was still alive then, when their eyes met. When a shuddering breath was pushed from Grian’s chest, halfway between a sob and a scream.

“Ah.” Scar hadn’t sounded alarmed when he turned around, caught literally red-handed. “Well that’s unfortunate, isn’t it?”

Grian ran, slipping on the slick boards, and Impulse couldn’t quite remember if Grian spoke or screamed, but Impulse must have died soon after, because he did remember Scar’s face, expression pinned in a disturbing display of disappointment. Disappointment. Impulse was sure of it, even more when Scar spoke, quiet words for no one else but himself, “Come on, now.”

And then he sighed, flipping his pistol from the holster on his hip, an actor’s flair. “Sorry, Mumbo, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. Won’t be long now, though, promise.” And then Scar had left, kicking open the door and shooting into the air, seemingly for fun. And that’s when Grian had started screaming. Scar had fired one or two more shots since then, but the noise from outside was so shrill, Impulse couldn’t tell if Scar had hit his mark yet, or if he was just playing around.

Impulse sat at the side of Mumbo’s bed. He didn’t.. he didn’t know entirely what he was, or why he was still here. He was bleeding, even in death, and the choking sensation remained ever still. He did not move.

He didn’t know what was happening outside with Grian and Scar, and maybe Pearl. He didn’t know if he wanted to. But he did know, no matter what, that he would be here with Mumbo if no one else could be. He would stay, so that in a world so suddenly horrible, Mumbo would not have to die alone.

by the way, if you didn’t know, this is a rewrite of one of my first fics, and if you’d like to read the original or anything else from the series, you can do so here

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TO KEEP IS FINISHED!!!!!!!

here’s the art I made for it!

and the link of course!!!!

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spinning them around in my brain

cleo is so bad to him because he deserves it

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I support all of his wrongs (he’s never done a right in his entire life)

obligatory fic snippet time, find the rest in my pinned post

the kestrels will absolutely believe scar when he tells them he isn’t haunted. why would he lie.

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“I guess I don’t have a choice then,” Scar frowned, risking a glance back. He was expecting the ghosts to be there, but not directly behind him, hanging over his head. Scar couldn’t stifle his own startled gasp, turning stiffly back around. Hopefully no one saw that. Based on the way everyone was staring, they absolutely did. Oh boy.

“Alright!” Sausage clapped, drawing the room’s attention back to him, “If you haven’t already guessed Scar, this is about your.. hm.. Let’s say your attitude when the topic of the paranormal surfaces. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we- especially after recent events- are concerned. Don’t you think that’s fair?”

Yeesh. This was going to be a shit show. “Okay, yeah, I understand where you guys are coming from. I know weird stuff happens around me a lot, and I know everyone likes to joke around, but you’re looking too deep into things. That’s all.”

“Well, we don’t feel that way.”

“Blunt.”

“You need to hear it, Scar, so take this seriously. And we want to help you if we can, so just give this a chance. I’m going to start, and we can all go in a circle and share times where we feel that your, or our lives have been endangered. I’ll go first! I will not lie, I did not appreciate you pulling your sword on me when I tried to take the ouija board away. Clearly, at least to me, whatever happened with the screaming event was connected, and I’m honestly quite concerned you want to keep something that dangerous around.”

“Alright, that wasn’t my best moment, and I am sorry, but I don’t think you have any right to touch my stuff.” Scar was ready to start tearing out his hair. Grian seemed awfully bold today, floating forward to laugh in his face. Pearl joined him, flicking her fingers in Scar’s face to try and get him to flinch. His frown only deepened.

“Me next?” Kyle pointed to himself, and began on Sausage’s nod, “Well, the big thing is the first ouija board incident. That was crazy. Those scratches weren’t deep, but I think they’re going to scar. But it isn’t even just that- it’s also how freaked out you were about it, before and after. You knew! And I don’t blame you for the fact that it happened, you warned me and I didn’t listen, but if you really don’t believe in anything paranormal, what’s with the edginess?”

Scar opened his mouth to respond, but was distracted by Impulse floating across the circle, using some unknown momentum to do little flips in the air. Scar closed his eyes. “No comment.”

“Okay, well my turn!” Oli started, puffing out his chest, “Now I know you tell me whenever you see me to mind the noise, or don’t think too hard about, or whatever, but gosh Scar, you are so loud in that room of yours! And I get it, everyone talks to themself from time to time, so I wouldn’t have said anything if I hadn’t heard who you were talking to! I mean, you even call them by names! The night you had your, for lack of a better word, seizure, you were talking to a Grian! And then there was another night where you were talking to someone else!

screenshot in doodle page is a direct continuation, the rest of it needs more context so it’s not here

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making my aus more and more niche day by day. it’s pirates smp but it’s boatem too and they’re dead (scar girlbossed a little too close to the sun) (murder)

this is the only context you’re getting I don’t know how to summarize this shit (they kissed)

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Scar took the ouija board from the shelf, setting it gently on the ground. Fear bubbled up in his stomach, and he didn’t know anymore if his shaking hands were solely caused by weakness and pain. Mumbo sat across from him, gesturing for Scar to begin. Scar put his hands on the planchette.

“Right then. What do you want?” His voice failed when he tried to force any ounce of authority through it. As Mumbo’s hands slid over his, he felt them, solid and real. Mumbo seemed surprised as well, letting out a small gasp of shock. A gasp Scar heard.

Scar yelled, scrambling backwards from the ouija board. His heart raced- his heart- he was alive. He was okay. Mumbo looked up with wide eyes, hands still resting on the planchette. When he spoke, Scar couldn’t hear him. Ah. Good..

“You can touch me.”

Mumbo gave him an exasperated look, nodding. Scar didn’t need to hear him to know what he wanted. ‘Now come back.’

He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to. But desire to ease the fire in his back outweighed any amount of fear he felt. Scar scooted back across from Mumbo, who moved his hands so Scar could place his own down first. Mumbo’s were solid. Cold. It was a cold that crept all the way up his body, from his fingers to the tips of his hair. As it washed over his back, he felt a deep relief. The pain wasn’t gone, no, but it didn’t feel important anymore, like it had suddenly been placed into the background of his senses.

“This is weird,” Scar managed, closing his eyes. His own voice sounded distant as well, but the fear that had gripped him had been washed away with his pain. He was relaxed. For the first time since he reached the faction isles, he didn’t feel the looming threat of vengeful ghosts. Ironic, considering he was sitting across from one of them. He opened his eyes again when Mumbo squeezed his hands, and startled when he saw him speaking. No sound.

“What? Why can’t I hear you?” Scar said, squinting.

“I don’t know!”

Both of them paused, staring.

“What’s happening?” Scar’s voice was flat. Mumbo looked just as confused. He opened his mouth as a test, speaking slowly, as if the ability might be taken from him at any moment.

“I think.. you have to ask me questions. Makes sense with the ouija board I guess. We might be able to touch each other because of our connection? This definitely didn’t happen with Pearl and Kyle.. not that she waited very long before trying to maim him..” Mumbo trailed off, closing his eyes, “I feel so warm.”

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The rest of the fic is in my pinned post I didn’t want to make this too long lol

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was thinking about them. snippet below. tw: uh. nasty fighting. beat each other to death desert duo classic

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Grian punched him. This wasn’t the right time- the right place- something - but he couldn’t stop himself. Scar lost the right to that title. If Grian had anything to say about it, Scar would never get to call himself that again. When Scar hit back, Grian heard the voices of Pearl and Impulse cheering him on. He stumbled, cradling his face in his hands. Rain flowed past his shoes like a waterfall as the sinking ship increased its tilt. So easy to slip.

“Having second thoughts?” Scar was waiting. Of course he was waiting. Grian gritted his teeth. He would not fall.

Grian ran forward again, feigning a hit before slipping behind Scar and aiming for his injured shoulder, earning a pained gasp for his trouble. Scar was stronger, yes, but Grian was faster. He could wear him down. Scar kicked out behind him, but Grian hopped away, just out of reach.

“Quick,” Scar grunted, but Grian wasn’t going to give him the time to talk and recover, dashing in for another punch. But Scar was already winding back, skimming Grian’s shoulder with the same hit that had folded Pearl and forcing him into an awkward backpedal. The rain bore down on his clothes, the all encompassing weight begging him to fall. Grian narrowed his eyes, turning to strike at Scar’s stomach, only to feel the weight of both Scar’s fists on his back. He crumpled to his hands and knees with a gasp, but didn’t have the time to think before a hefty kick to his stomach sent him flying.

The running water felt nice on the side of his face. His shattered breathing seemed to matter less, his aching body, his pounding head.

“Get up, Grian!” Pearl screamed, and he saw a strand of her silvery hair pass in front of his face.

“Come on, buddy!” Impulse joined her, “You’ve got this!”

“What are you going to do?” Grian heard the smile on Scar’s lips, the illusion of choice clear in his voice. The same question he had asked when Grian entered the crew’s quarters to see him hunched over Impulse’s gurgling frame. The same question he had asked when he had recruited Grian onto his ship, promising things he could never possibly achieve. Grian dug his nails into the splintering wood. He dragged himself to his knees.

And then Scar kicked him. Again. And again. And again. And

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the rest of the fic is linked in my pinned post (Signing Off) just in case you want to read about the rest of them dying lol

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A Meeting Of Three Future Pirates (i enjoyed this little scene and wanted to draw a little thing)

in which Scar refuses to tell Mumbo his name, and Grian is determined to get an answer

Ao3 Link for the fic!

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Luckily, the day passed without incident. That is, until Mumbo turned around and Grian was gone.

Gone and already halfway across the docks towards Pirate- for goodness sakes, what did Mumbo expect! Why had he described him so accurately? Not that it was difficult to pick Pirate out in a crowd, he stood out just as much as Mumbo did- augh! And now, here Mumbo was with an armful of cleaning supplies, bumbling while Grian was making a beeline towards a bad decision.

“Hello there, sir! Might I have a moment of your time?” Grian spoke before Mumbo could, and Pirate, quick as ever, wasted no time before turning around.

“Well hello there! What might a mysterious cloaked figure such as yourself be looking for?” The salesman lilt was in full display, Pirate facing Grian with open arms. Grian turned briefly back to Mumbo with a quick wink. Oh god. Mumbo dropped what he was carrying and hurried forward, but stopped in a strangled breath as he opened his mouth. He couldn’t call either of their names; he didn’t even know Pirate’s, but Grian’s was just as bad to yell on a crowded dock. Mumbo didn’t get to make a decision before Grian continued.

“A name, if you have one,” Grian smirked, and Mumbo couldn’t see his face, but he knew Grian was smirking, “See, I’m here on behalf of Mumbo Jumbo, we’re acquaintances-“

“His last name is Jumbo?”

“Yes, it’s very silly-”

“I don’t think so! Well, I do think so a little bit, but in a good way! It’s kind of whimsical, yeah? You guys are friends? Ah, that makes sense. He gets so worked up about the name thing it’s- oh! There he is behind you! Hello Mum-”

“Shut it!” Grian pointed hard at Pirate’s face, so aggressively, his hood nearly came off, but other than a quiet ‘oh, okay,’ Pirate didn’t look discouraged at all. Quite the contrary actually, which could only be an awful sign- “I’m here for your name, and if you don’t tell me, I’m gonna tell you what he’s called you.”

“Gri- G- Please don’t do that!” Mumbo tried, but only Pirate paid him any mind, smiling and waving in a fashion that made his heart beat a little faster.

Pirate laughed, clearly irritating Grian, though he didn’t give any indication that he noticed, only looking back at him brightly, “Funny coincidence! I was actually wondering about that! I’ve tried asking, I’ve even offered to guess, but Mumbo doesn’t have the same appreciation for games that I do. Just between you and I though, secretly, I think he likes guessing-”

Mumbo bristled, unable to help himself, “I do not like guessing!” but even Pirate ignored him this time, Grian holding all of his attention.

“I wouldn’t be so sure you want to know.”

“Oh believe me, I do! Not much phases me, I’ll tell you that much. Go ahead and hit me!” Pirate was clearly not prepared for Grian to take that literally, but Mumbo winced as he said it, knowing full well Grian could never help himself, and sure enough, his fist landed squarely in Pirate’s gut before Mumbo could even say a word of warning. Pirate gasped, folding over, but Grian jumped back like he’d been stung, eyes wide under his cloak.

“PIRATE!! PIRATE!! HELP!!”

If Grian had any talent at all, it was pointing and screaming. The dock erupted, sailors and fishermen and everyone else having returned from their trips for the evening, all spurred into action by the shrill (and if Mumbo was being honest, quite feminine sounding) scream. Mumbo, only a close distance away by now, ran forward in an attempt to help, but despite being stronger than most people tended to assume, he was no match against the beefy, adrenaline filled sailors with everything to lose.

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hermitcraft just exists in my boatem ghosts pirate smp au btw. they’re all dead living their best ghost lives on a mysterious haunted island building ghost minigames and messing with each other

cleo visits regularly and beefs with everyone else for fun because these guys are crazy! I gotta hang around! She’s the only human who has consistently made it out of there alive to continue doing pirate things. (cub has been trying to kill her for a display in his museum for literal years)

I have so many ideas for them,,, even this post is a fic spoiler but I can’t help it I just want to talk about them they are SILLY

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Day 3

I stayed inside trying to figure these things out all day yesterday, to no avail. If I could just control them, I could force them under my clothes and out of sight. No need to ask questions. But then Sausage started to get on my back, telling me I had to ‘go outside’ at some point. He asked to come in. It wasn’t really a question. I pulled a blanket over my back before he opened the door, but go figure, the wings phased through that too. It’s safe to say all the Kestrels know now.

Sausage felt bad, which I didn’t expect. He said he never would have suggested I go with Cleo if he knew the ghosts on that island would try and hurt me. Don’t like that.

At least I haven’t see any of my ghosts around. Mumbo must not have told anyone.

Day 4

I moved them. I think. It was just for a second, where I felt them really be part of me; just like an arm or leg. But it was more than the wings.. there was something else too, something… deeper? Bigger?

I looked in the mirror. For changes. I didn’t see anything.

I’m definitely dying.

Day 6

Mumbo went and told them. I was surprised to see Pearl and Grian after a week of silence, but after Mumbo came running after them looking quite panicked, it was obvious why they were here. I had been practicing, trying to exert any amount of control over the wings, but I hadn’t had much luck, and I certainly wasn’t lucky while Grian and Pearl chased me around my own room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I’m sure it was some mix of giggling and taunting. Well, it didn’t last.

Something changed when Pearl touched me. When she pulled. I mean, these flimsy things were attached by stitches, it should have been pulled right out. (Why hadn’t I tried before?) I don’t remember everything. I remember pain like hellfire radiating through my back. I heard.. something? It didn’t sound like my voice, but it certainly came from my mouth. I remember lunging forward toward Pearl and eating shit on the floor, obviously, she’s a ghost. But I was sure I could touch her then. Claw her? I don’t have claws.

Either way, when I regained enough sense to sit up, all three of them were staring at me. Pretty shaken up honestly, which felt pretty good. Serves you right! But they weren’t just staring at me. It was pointed. I think.. they were staring at my eyes.

I didn’t think to look at a mirror until later. Everything was normal. They were probably just.. surprised I guess. I mean, it’s not too often the pirate you’re haunting turns around with complete confidence and tries to attack you like some sort of animal.

Well, that’s what they get for trying to touch my wings.

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just a little thing for my boatem ghosts au :)

uh, quick rundown if you’re confused, pirate scar super murders the entire crew of the flying jellie (boatem) and they come back to haunt his ass. after multiple incidents the kestrels tell him he needs to stop being a dick to his ghosts. ghost vacation leads to. some complications.

I’ve been really sick these past couple of days and haven’t been able to draw or write hardly at all, so I’m happy to just whip up something small that. Honestly I don’t know if that last interaction will work out to be canon with the fic just because of timing issues but I’m going to try to make it work because I like it!

[frozenjokes]

I had like one idea for this page and it shows but whatever

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“Why would I tell them I’m leaving? They’ll figure it out, and they can teleport to my location anyway. God, when I first got here they wouldn’t stop because it spooked me so bad each time one just appeared in front of me! Eventually, I just got really good at not flinching so- AAUGH!” Scar’s scream was magnificent as he turned around to see Mumbo standing there, making a flying leap directly into Cleo’s arms. Grian popped into existence beside Mumbo, cackling as Cleo unceremoniously dropped Scar to the ground. Mumbo doubled over next to Grian, tears forming at the edges of his vision.

“I take it they’ve arrived?” Cleo smirked.

“Oh! Did you scare him?” Pearl said, delight evident in her tone as she pushed forward to examine Scar, still laying on the ground.

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scar is so slapstick to me he’s my babygirl

[frozenjokes]

And here’s Scar! He is mega fucked up in this AU :) Physically and mentally. King shit!

For more ghosts, here are the Boatem Designs