#mentioned pirates smp

[daydreaminglifelesslove]

it’s incredibly sweet and mind boggling how joe hills and oli theorionsound seemingly met by fated chance and coincidental accident because of the hermitcraft x empires planned crossover, of joe hills spawning and ending close to where oli was coming from on empires season 2, of after the hermits getting back home after being trapped on empires — bringing the empires season 2 cast over via the opened rift, of oli on hermitcraft/streaming it on twitch getting himself accidentally killed in situations and needing anyone free online to help. that being joe, who kept helping and coming to oli when he got himself into situations and trying to keep him alive. and them outweirding and being funny chaotic guys and because oli was playing a bard on empires and is a guy who goes into song whenever irl when he wants, just them connecting and building a unlikely but extremely works well friendship for the while. and coming to the now, august of year 2023, of empires s2 being done, the rift in grians basement being closed to the multiverse of empires s2 before s2 was finished, joe hills a couple days ago on youtube stream minecraft chat messaging cubfan saying he misses oli - his bard, who he knows is in pirates smp now currently, and wants him back and how cub whose been stealing things for the museum should take a piece of the rift or somehow turn it on to work to bring oli back. also oli on twitter replying to joe hill’s tweet progress of his pinball machine he’s making on hermitcraft and wanting to play it. pls. get oli back on hermitcraft, somehow multidimensionally pull him back on, he wants to be on, joe hills misses him, please.

[roryintheir90s]

Me and one of my moots been chatting once again about Jimmy on Pirates smp. I've mentioned that Kite Jimmy would be a funny idea.

Jimmy would join the kites but he's IN NO WAY good at fighting. He's quite frankly pathetic at pvp and everyone knew it, no one took him as a threat at all!

But Bek and Krow very much so saw the guy and went "sad lost puppy", but thats not what made them take him in at first. It was just out of spite for Martyn and Scott.

But now both Bek and Krow actually care about him and act like overprotective siblings, bodyguarding him to keep the others away. No one can resist the loser boy swag.

Krow banters with Jimmy constantly, tattle-tellih on him, just like in the rat's smp.

I miss rats smp

[flowers-for-the-grave]

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.

[real-camera]

I have never watched Minecraft SMPs in my life but your reblogs are making me very curious. Where should I start?

It really depends on what sort of SMP you are interested in. There’s SMPs like Hermitcraft where they build stuff i guess??

I’m not sure if the Life Series (Third Life, Last Life, etc) are SMPs, but I suppose if you want recommendations, the only ones I can give are Hermitcraft and the Life Series. I don’t watch a lot of SMPs so I’ll just list the SMPs I know.

Outsiders SMP (This was a lore/roleplay server that ended but the plot was pretty good.)

Hermitcraft

Life Series (Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, and that’s all currently)

Lifesteal SMP

Kaboodle SMP (This is a lore/roleplay SMP, it just ended its second season.)

QSMP (Not sure what this is in terms of roleplay or not)

Pirates SMP (I think this one ended, but it’s also somewhat a lore/roleplay server.)

Empires SMP (There’s two seasons, and both ended. Also a roleplay server)

That’s all I could think of but I would recommend looking around for SMPs or servers yourself! Some of them might be streamed on Twitch or uploaded as VODs.

[swordswoman97]

After the Halloween event and a bit more thinking I did some slight tweaking to my pirates mental stability tier list

Bit of explanation below the cut

CPK and Kuervo moved up, Kuervo just because after thinking about it more he really doesn't show any signs of actual issues and with CPK all the whispers could come up with to mess with him was "muahaha you're gonna die" and "peek a boo im gonna find you." Like, even Jojo (who handled the messages so well like wow) had stuff more specific than that. Dude just has no trauma. Only reason he's in the "minus one or two things" category is the whole "no face" thing.

Water moved up cause thinking about it more, her issues aren't actually that serious. Meanwhile El moved down cause the Halloween event proved she does have some issues, including some very weird ones. Cleo also moved down to that tier due to her past and the whole alcoholic thing.

Also while he did not move, Scott's in the second to last tier rather than the bottom tier because while he has a lot of issues, he's (for now) holding it together very well. We'll see how long that lasts.

The four in the bottom tier really aren't holding it together well, Acho immediately bought the whispers telling him his brother doesn't love him and is also an alcoholic, Owen has so many issues it's not even funny and quite frankly seems approximately one big push away from a full break down, we all saw the cow lore with Apo, And Will again, so many issues it's not even funny.

[thegaythespian]

Cleo said her character was going to get blackout drunk for 14 hours, and it made me think of this

(this is about their characters ofc)

[ilexdiapason]

Seems like a pretty nice island; there are birch trees strewn across the grass, bright and boldly striped with black between stretches of white bark, and she can hear the chirping of birds between their branches overhead. Another sign that it’s finally spring - El will be pleased, no doubt. “You hear that?” she asks, spinning to catch El’s eye. El, who is… holding a picnic basket, with the blanket tucked under its woven handle. “Surprise!”

A few months after the events of Pirates SMP, Water and Eloise go on a quest to help cheer Water up. That's not all they get out of it, though.

-

(written for @mcyt-femslash! reblogs appreciated :D)

[connorsnothereeither]

I know most people here on Tumblr follow me for Fable and my Fable fics, because… well, I’m in FableSMP and I mostly write Fable fics lol, BUT if y’all didn’t know, I also have a MerSMP fic!! ���

The fic is ‘Lovely Bitter Water’ on AO3, and is a historical pirate AU!! At this stage the plan is to keep it mostly grounded but there’s room for some more supernatural elements because sometimes I can’t help myself-

The updates are a lot slower than my usual rate but it is still ongoing, and while it’s still only very early on in the story the plan is to (much like Brink for reference, if people have read that) expand it into a wider multi-POV narrative encompassing a broad chunk of the MerSMP stories and characters in this world, because I think they’re ✨neat✨

But yeah… that’s one of the things my brain is rotting about rn. If you want some gay not-mermaid pirates… that’s where I got ‘em!

[qquackblr]

gabriel is down bad for owen and its so fucking funny

[minecraftrelatedrandomness]

still the best part of the second factioning: acho introduces everyone to dipper (clip 1), jojo tries to sing a song about dipper… then apo calls her singing bad, shoots dipper, and gets deservedly annihilated for this (clip 2)

[ranubd]

So I just decided that it'd be fun to see my progress on drawing Grian over 5 months. :9

April:

This was my first time EVER drawing Grian. It's so obvious that I don't have the design down at all, and if anything that shows most clear in the hair. I also just got back to drawing on ibispaintx, so I wasn't used to the brushes. 😭😭

May:

In this one it's clear I have a feel for drawing Grian. There's a clear design I had in mind and this is when my style started to go evolve (or devolve) to the one I have now. Also I'm clearly more used to the brushes on ibispaint in this one.

August:

Here's the latest one, which was really only meant to be used by me to test ibispaint brushes. I'm testing out some new things but my design for Grian is down! Almost....

Aside from the fact I also, OBVIOUSLY, have the parrot wing version as well of this drawing:

[expolikestoart]

You best believe in ghost stories Scar; You're living in one.

[dailycruppy]

(Day 47) Cruppy Meets his OG look on the blog.

God this feels strange.

Double trouble tho

Hmmm what would triple trouble or 4x trouble look like with kid human Cruppy and older teen years human Cruppy….Martyn isn’t safe huh.

[elairetexe]

The tragedy of a wedding

CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY POSSIBLY IDK SOMETIMES THAT MAKES IT WORSE THIS SURE IS A FUNCTIONING SITE

Obligatory: timelapse under cut, along with minor rant :)))

So

AUGHHHH?? THE WEDDING. TRAGIC. OMG. HE DIED. JEFFREY FUCKING DIED. ahem. Anyways so this artwork was partially inspired by the wedding stream, however also majorly inspired by this one wedding dress i saw in an op shop window. and now pWater gets to wear it because they look lovely :) also fun fact the flowers in the bouquet are modelled after an image i found when searching for “funeral flowers”. do with that information what you will. why is the dress more ivory than white you ask? because white sucks to draw and i think this colour is much prettier and only the best for my dear pWater. i know this outfit isn’t canon but the image of them standing there with blood slowing staining their skirts would not leave my mind so now we’re here :D

Also the background is a travesty the palette Ros used looked incredible in minecraft and much less incredible on my canvas. it is what it is.

[hannah-fannah9503]

Really, really brief character study for p!Martyn and p!Sausage because it's 4am and my brain won't shut up about pirates okay thanks

Martyn woke from his very fitful sleep to the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs. Confused and somewhat annoyed, he tossed aside the thin yellow blanket in his Kestrels bed. Leaving his room, he could see all of the other doors were open except for one. Grumbling under his breath, he traipsed his way down the stairs ready to chew out whoever had decided to play music in the middle of the night.

When he made it though, he stopped short at the sight of Sausage sitting alone at the barstools. A jukebox across the room was playing some sea shanty, but the man at the bar didn't seem to be listening to it. He was hunched over a half-empty mug with his eyes closed. As Martyn slowly made his way over, he was almost convinced the other man was asleep, had it not been for the way his hand was clenched tightly around the mug handle.

"Uh…Sausage?"

The other man shrieked and jumped, eyes flying wide open and sloshing ale over the floor. He whined at the sight of it, grumbling as he stood to get a mop from the corner. "Look what you made me do, Martyn! Now the floor is all wet…"

"Ah, my bad." Martyn took the mop and quickly helped clean up the mess. It only took a few minutes, and once they were done both of them sat down at the bar again. Sausage let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on the table.

"So, uh…what are you doing awake so late?" Martyn finally asked. Sausage hummed before lifting his head and grinning.

"Drinking myself silly, of course! Isn't it obvious?" He giggled again after saying it, but Martyn could hear the insecurity in his voice.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at him as the music faded out only to restart the same song.

"Don't look at me like that! What, you think I'm lying? Why would I lie?" Sausage demanded, oddly defensive considering Martyn hadn't actually said a word to him.

Martyn shrugged. "I dunno, just seems to me like there's something on your mind."

"The only thing on my mind is coin and ale." Sausage said with a huff, crossing his arms like that sealed the deal. Martyn hummed, getting up to pour two more mugs for them both.

They sat in silence for a while, nothing but the music in the background between them. After Sausage had drained about half of his mug, though, he leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Hey, Martyn. Where did you come from?"

Martyn hesitated for a second. He couldn't exactly tell him he fell from the sky after going through Doc's new strange portal. "I, uh, dunno. Some island nearby. Washed up on shore a few days ago, and now I'm here. You know how it is."

Thankfully, Sausage didn't seem to be in the mood to press him for information. He just hummed, staring up at the ceiling. Mihawk the macaw was sleeping in the nearby windowsill, and Sausage seemed to be watching him very carefully. "I've been on the Isles for a long time, you know."

Martyn nodded, tracing the rim of his mug with a finger. "I kinda assumed."

"I'm not the only one though. Kyle's been here a while, too. And Scott! Oh boy, he's been here since he was just a little bitty baby! But you know, you get to know people when you're here for a while. I have some good friends."

Martyn hummed, unsure where the other man was going with this. But Sausage didn't even seem to realize he was there anymore. He was just talking to the ceiling at this point. "The other day…at that weird island the recruiter sent us to…"

Martyn let out a small, unintelligible, "Oh." That whole incident had been…strange. And eerie. And creepy. And he still hated knowing that that weird little purple thing was running over the Isles somewhere, completely free. He didn't know why the others were letting it go after what they'd seen. If it had been up to him, he'd have tied an anchor to it and dropped it into the sea as soon as it appeared on the Isles.

"I never really talked to Aimsey all that much. They seemed nice, but I mean, they are a Kite, and you know how it is with them…but she'd come over and talk to Guqqie a lot, and the two of them were so close. And Guqqie…" Sausage's voice became very, very small.

Martyn felt awful. Of course, Sausage was worried about his friend. The other Kestrel, Guqqie. Martyn hadn't exactly been fond of her for the little amount of time they'd spoken, but she was a Kestrel, so it made sense that she was probably decently close with Sausage, right? It only made sense he'd be worried about them.

"I…don't know what happened to Aimsey." Martyn murmured, keeping his voice low. Out of respect? He didn't know. Truth was, he didn't really know anything about anything about this place, but he had a feeling he was about to get wrapped up in something very, very bad here. "But didn't those people say they wanted Guqqie for a job? So she'll come back with money, right?"

Sausage shook his head. "That's just it. If it was just a job, she should've been back by now. Something's not right with this. And what if…what if they're actually…gone?"

Martyn's stomach sank. "Gone…gone, as in, like, dead? Dead gone?"

Sausage took a deep breath. "I…I don't know. I'm just…just…" He put his face in his hands and groaned, scrubbing at his face furiously. When he raised his head again, his eyes were red and the fake smile had returned. "Oh, but I'm probably worried over nothing! Aimsey probably just got lost fighting a whole bunch of slimy purple monsters, and Guqqie is probably just so overloaded with coin they have to take more than one trip! Both of them are fine, I'm sure!"

Martyn watched the other man stand up and down the rest of his mug in one big gulp. He giggled as he slid the empty mug across the counter to him. "Don't stay up too late drinking, Martyn! We got another big day of pirating tomorrow! Goodnight!" He watched with narrowed eyes as Sausage practically ran back up the stairs.

In the background, the jukebox began to skip. Martyn got up to take the disc out before it could really start getting under his skin. He set it on the rack alongside the other discs they had, then glanced up at the stairs leading to the upper floor of the Kestrels home. Sausage had clearly been genuinely really worried over the two missing pirates, Aimsey and Guqqie. Martyn had only been here for a few days, and already he knew–this was going to be a difficult one.

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

new chapter of camp hermit is up now on ao3!!!11!!!1!!!11!

hope you enjoy this one :D bit of a filler, but very very important things happen near the end rahhh! (also this fic is now 20k oml i cant believe its taken us this long to get to this point. this is gonna be a long one baby)