#good mythical crew

[tao-lay]

nicole retweeted this and i am crying it is barely 5 in the morning please lmaaoooo!!! sjsjakekfkfknxjsks

#gmm #good mythical crew #good mythical morning #link neal

[absolutelyrhink]

Oh no! I can't believe Morgan is leaving! He's been there as long as I've been watching.

He'll be greatly missed, and he's kinda cute too, ngl.

#rhett and link #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #good mythical morning #good mythical crew

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cultivator and Lawyer, Elle Woods (& Her spiritual dog Bruiser)!

Part 2 (soon)

#better drawn mdzs #mdzs #legally blonde #elle woods #In honour of Elle woods being canon to the PD-MDZS universe I *had* to make a legally blonde crossover #Elle Woods is a mythic figure. To me. Don't think about the lore of how she would exist in a Wuxia setting. This is for goofs. #Part 2 tomorrow ! Though its mostly silly doodles of the MDZS crew. #Lawyers and MDZS crossover *so* well. Legally blonde is a bit too specific of a story though. More on that in the next post. #Legally Blonde in general is a movie that means a lot to me (esp the musical). Your mileage may vary but I think it has a lot to say! #The feeling of being chronically underestimated and boxed into a role based on other people's perception of you really got to me! #(and the fact that the person who introduced me to MDZS turned out to...not be a good friend. #But I found a huge passion for something because of it! Yippee! I'm having more fun without you bringing me down!) #Drawing brusier made me realize I need to draw more dogs before dogust ends....

[nocontextmythical]

excuse me.

#gmmore #good mythical more #gmmore 2542 #crew

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

#tumblr polls #youtube #YouTubers #youtube channel #cold ones #game grumps #jacksepticeye #markiplier #good mythical morning #Smosh #coryxkenshin #dashiexp #rdcworld1 #trash taste #vanoss crew #penguinz0 #youtube poll #youtube stuff #youtube creator #yt channel #yt

[e-historian]

#gmm #rhett and link #good mythical evening #good mythical morning #mythical crew #vimeo #Vimeo

[unforgivablengk]

Screenshot taken 1:21AM 7/6/2023

#trevor evarts #good mythical morning #good mythical more #Jessie mclaughlin #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #rhett and link #rhink #randl #twitter #tweet #screenshots #mythical crew #mythical kitchen

[asherlockstudy]

GMM Coming out Attempt Number 2500

#Rhett and link #rhink #good mythical morning #gmm #and thus my final question is answered #the crew is entirely in into this #they have been completely out to them for quite some time obviously #it’s amazing how it hasn’t escape from mythical even as a rumour #wow #I wonder if this is also an indication Stevie helped them out the earlier years #and she was aware of everything very early on #mythical

[kaluwa-del-conte]

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#rhett and link #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #rhett #link #crazy good time 🤣 #mythical crew #smosh #great reactions

[a-dotrivenitupontop]

MYTHIC WUEST AVENUE 5 AU

#mythic quest #avenue 5 #ok! so! #ian is ryan + judd because ofc and also the craptain lyin pun still works #but ian does nuance seven people to death simply because it is In Character #poppy is billie (only smart one. someone get this woman a spa day and maybe a rabies shot just in case.) #cw is that canadian astronaut guy whose name i can’t remember #someone in my bones is telling me david would make an amazing matt. the idea of him getting hugged to near death then crossbowed is 👌 #jo would probably be karen. or maybe iris at a huge stretch?? #no clue who brad could be. maybe HES iris?! #rachel would either have to be rav(?) or annoying passenger no. 438 #dana is too good for the avenue 5 crew. so idk about her. sara/zara but instead of a hand model she’s a twitch streamer? 😭 #anyways im pretty sure im the only one on this site that has seen both shows and can therefore comprehend this post #if you are somehow as insane as me let’s disregard esafety and meet up in person <3 /j

[el-costae]

delighted to say that i’m a mythical beast (returning, since i’ve been watching them from third grade and just stopped sometime in high school)

and, i really like furry characters. rhett reminded me too much of a lion and a wolf, went to draw him but i also wanted to draw link. they are very special in my heart, binging their shows made me feel better after all these months 💗🐰

lion and chinchilla

guaranteed to draw them more! i’m very happy with how these two turned out

#gmm #good mythical morning #rhett and link #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #fanart #furry art #art dump #im very happy with these #because ive never drawn lion furries nor chinchilla furries #okay maybe ive drawn a lion furry once before #but im certain with the chinchilla one #im quite new to this #and i love love love it #makes my brain itch in a certain way #thanks for making me feel better mythical crew #and for my childhood as well

[tao-lay]

😭😭😭😭😭

#gmm #gmm 2533 #good mythical morning #good mythical crew #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #LOOK AT THESE BABIES #THESE SWEET BABY ANGELS #I LOVE THEM!!!!!

[touchmybutt-buymetacobell]

I would simply not go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

#the princess bride #more drunkposting #this post is about Good Mythical Morning #particularly the Terry Crews episode of #Good Mythical Morning

[unhinged-nymph]

The Palumbo Boys

#cuties!!! #i can be super picky with crew member appearances but I like the sporked gang #Danny Palumbo #Rhett and Link #good mythical morning #gmm #gmmore #gmmore 2244 #good mythical more #sporked

[nocontextmythical]

i didn't get to mount you!

#gmm #good mythical morning #gmm 2323 #touches #noises #crew #reaches

[emchant3d]

They say Captain Munson has a gift. That he’s blessed by a god’s touch.

His ship has survived every battle. His crew flourishes with bounty, with health and good fortune. He steers them unerringly through every storm, sailing directly into the gargantuan waves, into the lightning and rain, and comes out the other side pristine while other vessels would have been sunk, snapped and splintered on the ocean floor, crew turned to ghosts to haunt the waters.

They say he made a deal, sold his soul, sold his crew’s souls, will find his reckoning one day at the end of a sword or drowned in the sea he loves so much. They say he’s a devil of his own, that his eyes glow red and black and his teeth are sharp and fanged, nails clawed, that he slaughters innocents and bathes in their blood.

But the truth is much simpler. Captain Munson is no devil, he did not sell any souls, and he certainly isn’t blessed by any god.

Captain Munson fell in love.

He didn’t mean to. When the fishing nets are reeled in that fateful day he expects nothing more than a few meals, a couple pounds to send to the kitchens for Benny to work his magic with. He isn’t even on deck when the catch is brought in.

It’s Gareth’s frantic voice that draws him upwards, his shouting and knocking on his cabin door that has him strapping a sword to his hip before taking the stairs two at a time to see the threat.

He’s expecting a King’s ship. Maybe another pirate. 

He isn’t expecting a mer.

Pale, unconscious, bleeding, sprawled on the deck, plush and soft and gorgeous, tan torso tapering down into a huge, shimmering tail. He’s breathing but it’s shallow, weak, a shell on a necklace moving faintly with each hitch of his chest.

And the crown. A simple circlet, golden and shining, tangled in his chestnut hair, gems glinting from the locks.

Mers are mythical, believed to be stories by some and history by others, but Eddie grew up hearing the tales of them every night from his mother, and the evidence is right in front of them - how can they do anything but believe?

It takes three of them to move him below deck. Eddie grips him under his arms, Gareth supports his hips, and Jeff wrangles his tail. They take him to Eddie’s quarters, the only bed big enough to fit him.

He wakes in stages, delirious from pain, snapping teeth and swinging claws when he has the strength for it and slurring rambling words when he doesn’t, head lolling on the pillow, eyes rolling back. 

His injuries are strange - a band of dark bruising around his pretty throat, his back shredded, bites taken out of the dips of his sides and the meat of his tail. There’s sickness in him, but Joyce is patient. She patches him up, soothes the mer’s fever and stitches the wounds she can, bandages what she can’t, keeps it all clean, keeps it wet because apparently that’s what he needs - salt water, which makes Eddie cringe in sympathy, but only seems to ease the mer’s pain, not make it worse.

It’s a week before those pretty eyes blink open with genuine awareness in them, sharp and wary. Eddie’s taken to sitting at the mer’s side, feels a strange responsibility to him that he doesn’t want to look too closely at, and he glances up from his journal to find the other’s gaze locked on him.

“Where am I?” he croaks out, and Eddie smiles, snapping the journal shut.

“You’re aboard the Hellfire, sweetheart. Captain Eddie Munson, at your service.” He bows in his seat, and it goes over about as well as he thought it would.

There’s a lot of threats and snarling and cursing, but Eddie simply leans back, out of the mer’s reach as he crowds himself into the corner of the mattress, back pressed to the wall and sheets tangled around his tail.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he tries to soothe, and the mer scoffs. Eddie can’t blame him for his caution, but he tells him the honest truth - where he was found, the state of him, how they’ve nursed him back to health.

The mer’s hand hovers over one of the nastier wounds at his side, covered in gauze, dampened with saltwater. When he cuts his eyes back to Eddie there’s a little less animosity in his gaze, and Eddie will take what he can get.

Eventually he pulls a name from that snarling mouth. Stephan. “Prince Stephan,” he begrudgingly admits once Eddie points out the crown that he’d gently worked free of his hair. 

And he’s a mer, but different.

“Siren, is what I believe your kind calls mine,” Stephan says, “half and half. Mer and human.” 

“Human,” Eddie muses, and Stephan confesses, warily, haltingly - he’s the King’s bastard son. Born to King Richard of the land and the Mer Queen of the sea.

“And how did the Prince of the Mer find his way into my net, hm?” Eddie asks, smiling, and Stephan rolls his eyes at him. 

He’s a runaway. King Richard had come looking for his son and with his mother’s blessing Stephan abandoned his title, his home, because the King would find him eventually if he stayed, and whatever dangers he might face in the open sea would be nothing compared to what the King might use his gifts for.

“Gifts?” Eddie asks, and Stephan smiles, his pointed teeth glinting.

It’s a clear day, not a cloud to be seen, no sign of rain or bad weather. And yet as Steve begins to hum softly, a shadow crosses overhead. 

It happens slowly. Stephan’s voice builds, a wordless little melody, something melancholy and soft, and the sky beyond the windows of the cabin darkens. Thunder rolls and in the distance, Eddie can see a crack of lightning.

The ship rocks as waves begin to form, the once-smooth water taking a turn. Eddie can hear the crew above deck begin to shout to one another, confusion building, growing more insistent as Stephan’s song grows, and Eddie’s stomach drops.

The siren’s voice is haunting, terrifying. Eddie’s frozen in place, meeting his eyes even as tears well in his own. He’s transfixed, can’t move, can’t speak, paralyzed with some ancient, instinctual knowing of danger, of death.

Eddie does not scare easy. But this is terror personified. This is the true threat that lives in the sea. Not the waves, not man, this. This creature who smiles at him with sharp teeth and a haunting voice, reaching towards Eddie with a clawed hand, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear in a touch that makes Eddie’s skin crawl and his heart skip and dread sink into his very bones.

He’s staring death in the face, and death is smiling.

Then Stephan quiets, and it’s over as quickly as it had begun. The sky clears in moments. The waters calm. The vessel’s heaving calms, and Eddie’s spine unlocks.

He stares at the being before him, amazed, before a slow, brilliant smile breaks over his face.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you, Prince Stephan?” he asks, and gets a smile in return.

“Call me Steve,” he tells him, and fondness begins to worm its way into Eddie’s chest.

“Then call me Eddie.” He sees Steve’s eyes flutter, and he tilts his head. “You’re tired,” he tells him, and gets a huff in response. “You’re safe here, Steve,” he tells him, and he knows he doesn’t trust him, not fully, not yet, but that’s okay. “Rest. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Steve watches him warily, but clearly the little display has worn him out. His hand finds that same wound on his side, cradling it carefully, back shifting like it hurts to sit up straight and stretch all that marred skin.

“Lay a hand on me, and I’ll eat you,” Steve warns, and Eddie snorts a laugh. 

“Whatever you say, highness,” and he tugs the sheets back into place over that large tail, and lets the mer get the rest he still clearly needs.

part 2 coming soon 💕 no tag lists, sorry!

#steddie #mermay #merman steve harrington #siren steve harrington #pirate eddie munson #stevexeddie #steve/eddie #mine