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[himbotheninth]

dungeon crawler carl is fun because you go into it thinking it'll be an unserious, fun and gratuitously violent action book, and then you get to the very first boss, and then you think, now hold on. Hold on. And then all of a sudden you're seven books deep and insane and also holding on to the indomitable human spirit for dear life and also a crab has to jack off. like holy shit dude. i've got relentless hope and found family in one hand and the world's weirdest foot fetish in the other

[crochetenthusiast]

Another chapter down! I have a few chapters completed but they need revising so be prepared for 1-2 chapters to be uploaded daily until I'm caught up. Hope you enjoy my little Buggy fic and if you could give it a little like/reblog that would be amazing, but only if you liked it of course.

Anyways, Enjoy!

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The Tides That Bind Us

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Chapter Two: The Daughter Of the Tide

Far below the reach of sunlight where the sea glowed in cathedral hues of sapphire and glints of silver, the Pelagic Court shimmered like a constellation reflecting off the waves of the sea. Moonlight filtered faintly from above, reflected through layers of water and crystal towers made from the ever growing coral.

At the center of the court stood and merwoman, Princess Isolde Nerina Tideborne. Her tail the color of moonlight pearl caught the bioluminescent glow and scattered it in soft halos across the marble floor. Silver blue scales shifted like liquid silk as her translucent fins drifted behind her like trailing stardust. Her long hair flowed freely down her back resembling the pink coral crystal towers that were scattered throughout her kingdom.

Her posture was perfect, holding herself elegantly as she was trained to do, what she was born to do. Her expression was sharper than the ceremonial trident sitting in her father’s hand.

“You intend to trade me.” It was not a question.

King Nerion did not answer immediately, that was answer enough.

The council chamber hummed with quiet tension. Nobel merfolk watched from crescent balconies, their luminous garments dimmed in solemnity. Her own mother, who was seated next to her father’s throne, clasped her hands tightly at the growing tension.

“The surface pirate has angered Aurelith,” one of the high councilor’s stated carefully. “The dragon’s temper stirs the trench currents. Trade routes suffer. Storms worsen.”

Isolde’s gold eyes flicked towards him “And this concerns me how?”

“The pirate sails near our borders,” her father said at last. “If Aurelith’s wrath expands, the court will be drawn into it.”

Isolde tilted her head slightly “Then send your envoy’s.”

“We did.”

“And what news did they bring back?”

“They did not return.”

Silence pooled between them. Isolde’s tail flicked once in controlled irritation.

“You cannot be suggesting,” she said coolly, “that I am to be offered as appeasement to a surface fool with face paint.”

Her father’s jaw tightened “You are not being appeased. You are being bargained.”

The words landed like a blade laid gently at her throat. Around them, the water shifted. She felt it then, a deep resonance, ancient, watching. This was Aurelith.

Her voice, when she spoke again, was steady “You would send the heir of the Pelagic kingdom to pirates?”

“You would prevent a war,” her mother finally whispered.

Ah, there it was. Duty dressed as devotion.

Isolde straightened further, pride settling into her spine like armor “What is the precise wording of this…Arrangement?”

Her father met her gaze at last “The pirate crew cannot step upon land. They are bound to the sea. The dragon’s decree is clear.”

Isolde’s eyes sharpened “They are cursed.”

“Yes.”

“And you believe my presence will change that?” She spat, “How?”

The high councilors all lowered their heads avoiding her gaze as her father replied “Your bloodline descends from those who once mediated sea law with Aurelith.”

Now it clicked. The old pact, the forgotten covenant. She was not being traded as ransom, she was being sent as a variable in ancient law. Her voice could influence the tide if the dragon permitted it, if she chose.

Her throat tightened, but she did not let it show “And if I refuse?” She asked.

Her father did not answer, he did not need to.

The currents near the throne pulsed faintly, the dragon was listening. Isolde inhaled slowly. She had been raised for this, to represent, to endure, to be what her kingdom required.

Her gold eye softened only for a fraction of a second in understanding “I will go.” She said.

Her mother’s breath hitched, her father bowed his head, the council relaxed in visible relief. That hurt more than anything. There was no protest, no argument, no desperate refusal to lose her, just acceptance.

She smiled then, sharp and controlled “Make sure these pirates understand,” she added coolly, “that they are receiving a princess. Not property.”

Far below the marble halls, something ancient shifted in approval. The sea had begun its exchange.

And far above, on a weather worn ship barred from every port, a clown with coral scorched ankles laughed too loudly at a joke no one else found funny.    

[crochetenthusiast]

The Tides That Bind Us

Years ago, Buggy mocked and attempted to rob a powerful sea entity, a sea dragon spirit. In retaliation, the being cursed him and his entire crew.

The curse binds them to the sea but not as free sailors. The ocean itself resists them, storms follow, compasses fail, sea kings stalk them.

The only loophole?

“The curse may be undone if the sea gives willingly what was taken in greed.”

Buggy, of course, doesn’t understand what that means.

Years later, the crew raids a royal merfolk convoy and takes a “bargained offering” named Isolde Tideborne, princess of the merfolk, and whom they believe may be valuable leverage.

They don’t realize however, she is the key.

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Hello 👋 I've taken a short 8 year hiatus from posting on here but this was an idea that I couldn't get out of my head and needed an outlet, so enjoy!

I'm a bit rusty so ignore any weirdness until I sort myself and my writing out.

Going to rate this story T for now but it might change depending on how I'm feeling...

Chapter One: The Shrine Beneath the Trench

The sea had gone quiet, not calm, not peaceful, quiet.

It was the kind of silence that presses against the ears and warns creatures older than men to flee.

But the Big Top crew were not known for caution.

“Treasure doesn’t guard itself with silence,” one pirate muttered.

At the bow, a red nose gleaming beneath the filtered blue light of the depths, there stood the infamous pirate, Buggy the Clown.

His grin was wide, too wide “You hear that?” he declared theatrically “That’s the sound of gold begging to be liberated!”

Behind him, the crew exchanged uneasy glances.

The trench yawned below them like the mouth of some slumbering god. Coral formations twisted unnaturally. Black stone jutted from the seabed in deliberate arches.

It wasn’t natural, It was constructed.

It was a shrine.

At its center, half buried in the sand and glowing faintly beneath centuries of silt, stood a pillar of obsidian carved with spirals and ancient script.

Embedded within it were gemstones, huge ones. Sapphires that shimmered like trapped storms.

Buggy’s eyes glittered brighter than the stones

"Well,” he scoffed, hopping lightly from the railing to the lowered submersible platform “If someone wanted it protected, they should’ve put up a sign.”

“There are signs, Captain,” one of the crew whispered.

The coral around the shrine was etched, warnings, with symbols that looked older than the maps themselves.

Buggy waved a dismissive hand “Decorative squiggles. I’ve seen worse.”

He approached the pillar where up close, the air felt heavier. The water thrummed faintly against the hull and something ancient stirred far below.

Buggy planted a boot against the obsidian “Overgrown sea décor,” he muttered, jamming a dagger beneath one of the gemstones. “And I hate clutter.”

The first stone came loose with a crack and immediately the ocean split open. However, the trench did not shake, it parted as if something colossal had uncoiled.

The water temperature dropped instantly, the light dimmed.

A sound rose, not a roar but a tectonic groan.

Something immense ascended from the black.

Eyes like molten suns opened in the dark. Scales of obsidian etched with glowing fractures slid past the ship’s hull.

The already frightened crew members froze.

Weapons slipped from numb hands.

The dragon’s head rose level with the deck. It was massive but regal. It was ancient beyond comprehension.

Its voice did not echo through air, it vibrated through bone “You mock what you do not understand.”

Buggy swallowed hard, a bead of sweat running down his temple, but his pride rose faster than his fear “You’re blocking my treasure,” he snapped, forcing a laugh. “So unless you’re planning to split it fifty fifty...”

The dragon’s gaze sharpened, the sea tightened.

“You who steal from sacred ground,” it intoned, “shall be denied what you covet most.”

Buggy rolled his eyes “Oh please. Is this the part where you breathe fire dramatically? Because I’ve got...”

The dragon’s eyes flared, the ocean surged upward, every crew member was slammed to their knees as an invisible pressure crushed the air from their lungs.

“You who mock the sea,” the dragon continued, voice like a grinding stone, “shall never claim the land.”

A mark burned across Buggy’s ankles. He screamed, not theatrically, but genuinely as Coral like veins spread briefly beneath his skin before fading.

“The sea shall bear you,” the dragon decreed, “but never release you.”

Buggy forced himself upright, shaking, furious “You think I need land?” he spat. “I’m a pirate! The sea’s mine!”

The dragon’s massive head lowered until molten gold eyes met his “Arrogance is a fragile crown.”

The trench darkened again, the dragon began to sink back into shadow, but its final words lingered like a law etched into the world itself.

“When the sea gives willingly what pride once stole, the chains shall break.”

Then it vanished. The pressure lifted, the ocean returned to motion.

The crew scrambled to their feet in panicked confusion.

Buggy laughed a little too loudly “See? Overgrown sea snake with a superiority complex! We’re fine!”

They were not.

Days later, when they reached the nearest island, Buggy leapt from the gangplank with theatrical flair.

The moment his foot touched sand...Agony. White hot agony.

Coral crystal spread from his heel upward and he let a pained howl and his crew dragged him back to the deck as the petrification receded the instant he left land.

Silence fell amonst the crew.

The island festival music drifted faintly over the water, close and untouchable.

Buggy stared at the shoreline and for once? He did not laugh.

Far below, in the abyss where moonlight never reached, ancient golden eyes opened once more.

In a distant royal court beneath shimmering waters, a princess with coral pink hair stirred uneasily in her sleep, unaware that the tide of her fate had already begun to turn.

[demonslayerlaughs]

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[politijohn]

Oakland, CA

[hongjoongdaily]

Listen, I don't know what he's been eating, but he's glowing up when I didn't even know he had a higher up to glow. What is happening, I'm scared lol

[wonderprocrastinator-deactivate]

Tumblr is so nice. I can be boring and useless here in peace

[sandersstudies]

Great news everyone. There was a kitten wandering in the drive thru at work and my inner warrior cats kid tried to be a hero and capture him.

I have now suffered multiple puncture wounds and have to go to the emergency room.

[sandersstudies]

Me: I shall become his mother and gain his trust

Me talking to an animal control officer five minutes later: he is a nasty horrid little boy and I am bleeding heavily

[sandersstudies]

Animal control officer on the phone: So he’s in your car with you?

Me: Um. It’s his car now and he’s very mad at me.

[sandersstudies]

Second animal control officer: oh you captured him and got him in your car? He’s friendly?

Me, my right hand completely wrapped in paper towels: wouldn’t say that

[sandersstudies]

Urgent Care Nurse: Wow it’s strange he managed to get you so many times.

Me: I uh. Did not let go.

[borgesperovago]

You vibe as someone prone to toxic relationships

[sandersstudies]

People on tumblr will just say anything huh.

[borgesperovago]

Oh cmon, "he hurt me a lot cause i couldn't let go" absolutely has double interpretation.

[sandersstudies]

Me, holding a cat (of unknown gender) as it repeatedly digs its little teeth deep into my flesh: Is this… too… yuri?

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This website is free

[buggysgirlie-deactivated2024062]

[maximura]

[ashstfu]

hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone

[miyaaru]

🍃💚🌿🦖

[mystuffedromance]

[whitepeopletwitter]

[catchymemes]

[narutwitter]

[botanyshitposts]

love doing something I call ‘the big leaf test’ where I put my hand on a leaf and if the leaf is bigger than my hand I go damn that’s crazy