#skypiean

Welcome to the Jackpot-Portraits series, fam! - Jackpot Glitchcore ⚠

Welcome aboard Nemo's spaceship! 🚀 Don't let the playful banter fool you—when it comes to survival in the vast expanse of space, our Mecha is our lifeline. 🌌

In the unforgiving vacuum between stars, it's not physical powah but technological genius that reigns supreme. Our Mecha isn't just a fancy word for a mechanic; it's the backbone of our operation. As the old pirate saying goes, "Survival in space depends on your Mecha's tech." Mecha’s are engineers, mechanics, technicians, hackers and programmers.

Picture this: you're millions of miles from the nearest outpost, surrounded by nothing but darkness. That's when the quality of your shield, the efficiency of your ship's engines, and the precision of your navigation system become your lifeline. 🛡️💫

But it's not just about defence; it's about offence too. With handy droids ready to repair any damages, state-of-the-art weapons to fend off adversaries, and energy shields to withstand enemy assaults, our Mecha ensures we're always one step ahead. ⚔️🛠️

So, the next time you hear the pitter-patter of a tiny mouse in the corridors, remember: in space, even the smallest threat can have cosmic consequences. A mouse could bite your cables and in space, no one can hear you “Arrr!”

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Hope you enjoy the ride! 🌟

Cringe is dead, make self-indulgent OCs and post ‘em.

Here’s Bedlam, who will also feature in a fic I’m writing. Bedlam is nonbinary (they/them), and is a sarcastic joker with a heart of gold (and, like everyone in One Piece, a traumatic past).

Once a Skypeian priest known as “The Voice of God”, Bedlam fell from the sky after Enel’s reign began. Bedlam has spent the past eight years honing their medical skills and trying to stay out of trouble...until a twist of fate lands them in the company of the recently ex-members of CP9. The fugitive crew reminds Bedlam of their own past, so they stick around as the crew’s doctor.

First back to Tumblr post is the whole Star Pirates Crew’s new looks.

Welcome to the Jackpot-Portraits series, fam! - Jackpot Glitchcore <3

Hey frens, here’s Jango ma’ ayylmao for all ya’ll; annoyed, frustrated and too cool for this universe. Be hanging around with idiots that fight all day, while all it wants is to smoke some shiz, hang out and do some neuro-science. Jango is a Beiteigeuzian Tau; one of the technologically most advanced species in the galaxy. Though, it’s home star has been blown ages ago - a supernova that turned it into a black hole. Way before that, the Tau already left their home planet, building colonies and large spaceships to harbour their species. However, Tau are also known to be quite the loner, being capable of reproducing without an opposite gender; simply splitting their cells to a new “clone” that contains the same genetic material and memories as the original. 

Tau are also allied with the Jackpots; wanting to make use of the interstellar “net” their Mecha built, because it may be one of the best and most advanced ways to traverse between stars and entire galaxies. Jango usually be chillin’ in the longue or in its lab; working on advanced nano tech that can improve everyone’s life. Though, it also is working on creating some questionable herb in outer space that gives you some big buzz *space weed LOL* - According to Jango, it becomes smarter when high XD 

Hope y'all dig this little slice of life <3 More portraits and tales droppin' soon - STAY TUNED!

Welcome to the Jackpot-Portraits series, fam! - Jackpot Glitchcore <3

Welcome aboard Nemo's spaceship! 🚀 Don't let the playful banter fool you—when it comes to survival in the vast expanse of space, our Mecha is our lifeline. 🌌

In the unforgiving vacuum between stars, it's not physical powah but technological genius that reigns supreme. Our Mecha isn't just a fancy word for a mechanic; it's the backbone of our operation. As the old pirate saying goes, "Survival in space depends on your Mecha's tech." Mecha’s are engineers, mechanics, technicians, hackers and programmers.

Picture this: you're millions of miles from the nearest outpost, surrounded by nothing but darkness. That's when the quality of your shield, the efficiency of your ship's engines, and the precision of your navigation system become your lifeline. 🛡️💫

But it's not just about defence; it's about offence too. With handy droids ready to repair any damages, state-of-the-art weapons to fend off adversaries, and energy shields to withstand enemy assaults, our Mecha ensures we're always one step ahead. ⚔️🛠️

So, the next time you hear the pitter-patter of a tiny mouse in the corridors, remember: in space, even the smallest threat can have cosmic consequences. A mouse could bite your cables and in space, no one can hear you “Arrr!”

🐭✨

👽Welcome to the Jackpot-Portraits series, fam!👽

We 'bout to drop some dope pics featuring the sickest Space Pirate Crew in the whole universe. And what's our vibe? Think old internet-trash, pixels, glitches, webcore, vaporwave, and retrostyles - we got it all!👾

First up, we got Stellato Lena - The Medic holdin' it down for the crew. This Skypiean Refugee got mad medical skills, patchin' up the "crazies" who be throwin' themselves into plasma-bomb fires, crashin' against asteroids, or chillin' in radiation baths. Lena stay grindin' - every damn day! With a crew like ours, there ain't no chillin', no peace, just constant chaos. Picture this: it's 7 AM on the moon colony, and Alliqui's screamin' for help 'cause he got his jaw busted messin' with the Capt’n. Lena gotta fix him up, all while he starin' at her like she the only thing he ever seen. Soon as she done, some garage explosion rocks her world, then Nemo hollerin' 'cause our pilot got major burns. Ain't no rest for the wicked, huh?

Least Jax ain't makin' creepy moves on her or droppin' lame date requests every five seconds. Lena got a heart of gold, though, can't stand seein' the crew suffer or her fam gettin' hurt. So, after takin' care of Jax, she got Ghyst, the nightwatch, lurkin' in the shadows, covered in blood. "Please don't tell me that's yours," she says, 'spectin' the worst. But Ghyst’s just pointin' at Mace, also lookin' like a murder scene. Turns out Mace went all out and broke his knuckles when he and Ghyst been punching some scallywags in the outskirts - and he ain't even explain why! Damn, can a girl catch a break!? “I swear they provoked it like a bloody martian hornet!”

Let's give it up for Lena, the only one with sense in this whole circus act. Constantly dealin' with these lunatics, like it's some kinda twisted game or a bad hobby. *sighs*

Hope y'all dig this little slice of life <3 More portraits and tales droppin' soon - STAY TUNED!