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mellozheist · 9 months
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Yesterday stream He surrounded by Herons
(Living his best life)
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joifee · 9 months
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Planning out the next adventure
i am very proud of this one :D (speedpaint down below)
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korasonata · 9 months
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JUST finished Cleo’s first stream for Pirates SMP, and the amount of times I just fully burst out laughing like—
Sausage: *kisses Scott on sight*
Owen: *throwing himself in front of Sausage * Hi. 😏
Scott: I like a forward man 😉
Sausage: Where do you get these? This silk?
Scott: Thank you, thank you…
Sausage: Can I touch it?
Scott: Yeah of course. You can touch whatever you want 😏
Oli: I’ll give you 5 gold to tell me what’s beneath that patch.
Cleo: Look my eye got stolen by a monkey, ok?!
Oli: Oh! Was it a my cock?
Sausage: WHAT?!
Oli: A ma’ cock!
Sausage: THAT’S NOT HOW YOU PRONOUNCE IT!
*Owenge_Juice becomes a Heron*
Scott/Cleo/El: (chanting) ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!
Owen: …are you allowed to change your mind afterwards?
Scott: NO! :D
El: So you’re like a lone wolf?
Owen: Uh…kind of. More like a lone sea dog.
El: Come on, give us a bark.
Scott: Yeah!
Owen: Uh…I only bark in certain situations…
Scott: Oh. What situations?
Owen: …uh, oKAY! WHICH WAY—
El: This is my bed over here. There is one right next to it, you can take that.
Owen: Perfect! Thanks!
El: I do make really loud noises in my sleep.
Scott + Owen: Oh???
El: Yeah.
Cleo: Yeah, but not the noises you would expect either.
Cleo (about Olive): They said they’d got invitations from Herons and Nightingales I think?
Scott: Yeah it was Heron, Nightingales, and Kestrals, they didn’t get Kites.
Cleo: Who DOES get Kites unless you’re a psychopath.
Scott: Owen got all 4.
Owen: Yeah…umm…
Cleo: Oh…
*Cleo gets everyone drunk*
Cleo: Ah, you’re all lightweights!
El: *flirting with Water* Oh, you look so lovely in this light right now!
Water: Oh El!
El: Lovely!
Scott: I feel I can take more damage. I’m gonna go jump off the cliff guys!!
Cleo: Maybe one day you can buy a real hat!
El: Well I will, but you know, I just think— I don’t see anybody else having made one when they’ve not got one. Gonna get a wet head.
Cleo: *absolutely lost it*
Cleo: Gotta get the alcohol. Otherwise I’m gonna kill someone. It’s fine.
Oil (Distant): ARE WE SURE THIS IS THE WAY?!
Cleo: Scott’s sure it’s the way!
Oli (distant distress): I— DON’T LIKE IT!
Aimsey: Honestly I’m hoping for the best! I hope he does!
Oli: Ya Damn Herons!
Cleo: You don’t have to follow us, ok?!
Oli: Well unfortunately my Kestrals already ran off
Aimsey: This is what I mean! I— I’m hoping you get this! I’ve dunked this too many times!
Cleo: It’s very Kestral of you to just wait until the end and have other people to do it for you!
Aimsey: I’m a Kite! I’m a Kite! Thank you!
Cleo: Well, yeah you know what? It’s very typical for Kites to do it too.
Aimsey: Oh well is it now? Is it then?!
Cleo: Oh yeah yeah! It is it is!
Aimsey: Do you wanna duel?! You wanna duel when we get back, Cleo?! You wanna duel?!
Cleo: Do I want to punch you in the face a bunch? I do. But I’m drunk. I don’t know what you want from me.
Oli: There we go, I’ve got a side angle. I’m overtaking you, Heron! SLOOOOWWW
Cleo: *cuts him off*
Oli: No stop crashing! You’re crashing my port side!
Cleo: Well you know—
Oli: GET OFF ME PORT SIDE!
Cleo: NO ONE WANTS TO BE ON YOUR PORT SIDE, OK?!
Oli: Everyone wants to be on my port side!
Cleo: This is very far away. Like I haven’t heard Scott this whole time. I feel like Scott’s monologuing.
Aimsey: I can hear you though, Cleo!
Cleo: I hear YOU. And I—
Aimsey: You love that, right? You love hearing me. 😏
Cleo: *singing* What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we do with a drunken sailor! What shall we— *talking* apparently put her in a boat and let her follow Scott, that’s what you need to do with a drunken sailor.
Oli: AIMSEY! AIMSEY! AIMSEY! STOP SINGING!
Aimsey: *distant singing*
Cleo: Oh I can’t hear Aimsey, that’s good.
Oli: CAUSE I HATE HERONS!
Cleo (a Heron): AIMSEY’S NOT A HERON!
SILENCE
Oli: …then what are they?
Cleo: They’re a Kite.
Oli: OH STUPID KITES! Herons, you’re alright. KITES. Imbeciles.
Owen (talking to chat): No, there’s no canon lives, chat. Except in specific cases. *whispering* check with Twitter.
Cleo: YOU’RE BREAKING MY EMERSION OWEN!
Owen: Sorry!
Olive: Hey! Where does a pirate go to school? HARRRvard!
Cleo: …You’re out of the faction.
Olive: Oh no! Not on my second day! H—how does a pirate protect themself? ARRRmour.
Cleo: …I’m gonna run a vote…
Olive: No it’s fine, I’ll go join the Kite’s or something, it’s fine.
Cleo: Oh dear.
Olive: What do you call it when two pirates are in a draw? A staleMATEY.
Cleo: OUT! OUT OF THE FACTION!
*Cleo walks up to a female NPC*
Cleo: Hello sweet lady 😏
Other things I also enjoyed
•Scar managing to get a Jellie and literally everyone swarming around to pet her
•Scott, Aimsey, Cleo, and Oli sailing together and all of them singing a completely different pirate song simultaneously.
•The entire dynamic between Cleo and Aimsey
•Cleo being HELLA sus of Cruppy the entire time right up until Scott hands it a beer and it drinks and suddenly Cleo’s just like actually you know what? You’re alright. We cool.
•Cleo being given babysitting duty and then literally within 5 minutes pawning off the child with a rival faction
•Cleo using being drunk as an excuse for everything. Lag? Everyone is drunk because she keeps giving out alcohol. Server crash? Don’t mind her she’s just vomiting in the corner of a pub somewhere. No tools? She needs the iron to make kegs for MORE alcohol. Oh you wanna fight? I would but I’m drunk. Shit babysitter? I’m a drunk what do you want from me? She signs off for the day and her excuse for her absence is literally just “imma go get blackout drunk for a solid 14 hours”. The fact that the excuse works lore wise for almost every situation.
•THE ANIMATICS
•The LORE. JUST ALL THE LORE
Solid start. 10/10
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alfajordecoco · 8 months
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Nightingales | Kestrels | Kites
The Herons are done! I'll probably draw the Nightingales next
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wishua-dv · 8 months
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horrific water skiing accident 1 not-dead 3 traumatized
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ohkelpart · 4 months
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A snowy festive day in the faction isles!
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Headcannon for this scene is that in the faction isle’s town around the holidays, they have a kind of a festive night market, cause when it’s day, everyone is doing stuff, but at night they all gather to have fun and stuff!
Also for the some that pay close attention to the juice cafe discord, you would know that they did a competition, and this was my submission to it! I recommend you to check out all the other submissions as well!
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fae-felix · 9 months
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Pirates cast pronouns and boundaries for the public to see(doesn't include the full cast)
Edited to include Martyn and Tubbo's
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crumbsispoggers · 7 months
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Some Pirates SMP fanart I made of something happening in a Scott smajor Pirates SMP stream that I watched!
Owen blew up Acho and it was very funny
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shadowdoodle · 7 months
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First Post!
Silly little drawing before big lore tomorrow
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dissonantharmony · 7 months
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you feel the warmth of the sun and moon slowly fade from your skin...
maybe you shouldn't have taken that gold.
(goofy part 2 under the cut)
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chara--system · 9 months
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PIRATES SMP FACTION MEMBERS
(crossed out name = dead)
Herons
ZombieCleo
olivesleepy
Owengejuice
SoupForEloise
Smajor
Eret
Snifferish
watermunchh
Kestrals
GoodTimesWithScar
TheOrionSound
Guqqie
ItsKyleEff
TheMythicalSausage
InTheLittleWood
ImaShep
Shubble
Kites
Aimsey
KrowFang
Reddoons
Bekyamon
Tubbo
CaptainPuffy
Seapeekay
Nightingale
Willowmvp
ggacho
HeyGraecie
Roscumber
DarkEyebrows
Apokuna
jojosolos
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mellozheist · 9 months
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8 more pirates
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sweetsmalldog · 8 months
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Lore from today’s Pirates streams when Owen, Water, and Scott went to the Corrupted Day One Island
The water around the island has become rough
Owen is the one who initially wants to explore because she spots fires on the shoreline
Owen calls the island cold and all the corruption has been petrified
They start exploring and Owen spots glowing purple particles
Scott sees Aimsey at the center of them
Owen and Water don’t see Aimsey
Scott runs up a petrified vine to find xer, he starts calling out for him and starts getting farther from the group
Owen asks if Scott mistook some of the fireflies for something else
Scott turns around to see the particles with Aimsey at the center again
Aimsey and the particles disappear again going further into the island
Owen and Water think Scott is seeing things because they see the particles but they don’t see her
Scott starts running even deeper into the island calling out for Aimsey as Owen and Water joke
Owen spots the particles again and once again only Scott sees Aimsey
Water and Owen trail after Scott before regroup
Owen and Water say they’re leaving and insist they should leave
Scott reluctantly starts to follow the two of them
Owen talks about how purple stuff should be off limits and seems dangerous
As Scott gets closer to shore Aimsey reappears and he starts to chase her again and he calls out for him again and begs for Water and Owen to believe him while they insist they need to leave
Owen suggests coming back when it isn’t storming and both of them insist Scott comes back to the boats
Scott leaves food for xer and reluctantly goes back to his ship where Owen is waiting
Scott worries Aimsey is stuck and Owen says they can leave a spare boat in a few days and says if Aimsey is there he’ll take the fall for the three of them leaving her
As they leave the Purple Particles follow them from the shore and Owen insists on going around because it’s clearly dangerous
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avyene · 6 months
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Psmptober2023 Day 20: Heron
I FINALLY HAVE THEM ALL (and no, I absolutely do not have any favorites whatsoever)
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alfajordecoco · 8 months
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The Herons! (I'll color them later) (EDIT: it's done!)
I'm not caught up with any povs yet, but I started with Owen so this is the group I'm most familiar with right now
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flowers-for-the-grave · 9 months
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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.
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