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金 LFRP - Captain Kuro Solaire (Updated 5/2/21)

NAME: Captain Kuro Solaire AGE: 37 (Appears 29) - (’Relic Cursed’ Immortal, not Invincible.) RACE: Seeker of the Sun, Miqo’te GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Gynephilla, Dom MARITAL STATUS: Poly SERVER: Crystal

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

HAIR: A slick jet black texture, Kuro’s hair is majority of the time unkempt with downward spikes often cascading across sometimes when grown-out it’s placed in a bandana and combed on the sides. Under rare occurrences the length of his hair can be lower then his shoulders and without being straightened leaving a shaggy and feral look. Often sporting an accompanied goatee through more veteran experience and grizzly age has extended that further with a stubble to boot and long sideburns.

EYES: One eye is often left visible with an amber tint. (Typically while the other eye lays remained behind an eye-patch for a particular reason that is usually left in speculation to other onlookers.)

HEIGHT: 6 fulms, 0 ilms.

BUILD: (Trains and adjusts his mass depending on situation or if injured.) Typically built like an ultimate fighter (ref)

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scattered scars from a gash hidden underneath a leather collar from his first defeat and near end. To followed historical injuries to dragon claws swiped across his hip to rib nearing his chiseled abs, to lance wounds on his pec, bite-mark from a fanged creature adorned on his shoulder. Scratch marks from passion on his back. To matching fiendish talons shredding the opposing side of his rib-cage. With a gashed-cut draped across his right-eye. Lastly an X incision on his chest crossing over his upper-torso and halting near his shoulders to his pecs. -- Additionally donned the cheek scar of his first that he had cast away due to old insecurity and trauma which was resolved. He’s got a tattoo on his forearm of runic engravings with summoner lettering’s that seem to be serving as a seal. Compass on his left-hand to prevent him losing memories of being a sailor that points in all four-directions. The south-seas etched above crossing over his bicep. Behind his back is a Goldbrand Crest a forgotten ritual that has since been lost among the GB Crew as little carry it left but two-survivors. He’s often shirtless for all to see. (Gives him that unrestricted feeling Miqo’tes like plus has meaning to him.)

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Talisman across his neck that has several link-pearls attached to a string with a condor feather which represents ‘freedom’, the pearls mainly allow him to keep in-contact with crew-mates and a bundle of criminal orientated allies or business associates. A combat satchel attached to his belt that allows him quick accessibility and utility. Owns a signature tricorne hat that is leather matching his often outfit of black leather which serves to highlight his seen mysterious and imposing scoundrel aesthetic.

PERSONAL –––-

PROFESSION: Captain of the Goldbrand, navigation, commanding, claiming panties all over Eorzea and providing pleasure where others need the lesson or reminder. Along with a thief, smuggler, diplomat and a veteran sailor. He’s also a chaser of treasure from old relics to folktales passed on in Legends through very little evidence of the existences but scrolls & charts that he reads and plans out accordingly before attempting his plunder for fortune.

HOBBIES: Drinking, Ocarina, Women, Pleasure, More Pleasure, Even more Pleasure, Entertainment (Former Pleasure Dome worker as a Dancer and Escort.) Juggling, Acrobatics, Jury-rigging, Swimming, Teaching, Training, Mentor, Fighting, Fishing, Brawling, Working out. Exploring. Adventuring. Landing into dangerous situations.

LANGUAGES: Fluent (Mostly) Eorzean, Xaelic, and Hingan, Pirate Tongue. (Working on venturing past his horizon to open trades and communications with beast-tribes for business escapades or other relationships.)

RESIDENCE: Ul’dah

FEARS: None. (Backstory behind that) He’s not immune to psychological attacks and is prone to them.

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

SPOUSES: Failed many.

CHILDREN: Bastard children all around who knows you might be one. He’s often out there being ever the man-whore and shameless about the fact.

PARENTS: Hoku Solaire (Father - Alive) - (PC) Rokeia Solaire (Mother - Deceased giving birth to Kuro Solaire)

SIBLINGS: Unknown but Father was a former Nunh of a branch in the Coeurl Tribe, there’s more room to make some. (Has ancestors in an upcoming arc been polishing.)

OTHER RELATIVES: Many unknown. Though Sol Akagane / Founding GB Captain Gark would be considered along with his OG Crew as Family in a more surrogate / adoption style way. Wild Crew.

PETS: Which kind you wondering?

TRAITS –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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HOOKS + OOCLY, I AM –––– (Below cut)

HOOKS –––-

◘ Mystical Journey - Meet Captain who’s rebuilding towards something on a scale higher than the skies that’s far beyond himself. Whether friendships forged, romantic, rival, or outright enemy. Open to plot about just anything whether one-shot, or slice of life. Each confrontation and connection is impactful and holds weight that determines and shapes him, his source of power by himself is extremely low but the wind and orbit of who he’s surrounded swells and creates upon him alongside them or with that fact, he may overcame the impossible multiple times, even his goal of deemed ultimus. He’s lustful, prideful, sinful. Though there’s good in his scoundrel ways and also freely can be interpreted as evil against the pure heart. From descendants to nearly wherever sea’s may touch he can be found voyaging too or from. Depending on the City-State there’s more mystery surrounding him due to him trying to remain under the radar but he’s also pretty brash, open, which can net him in infinite chaos and trouble. This dark and often cursed seemingly lifestyle he’s thrown under sometimes he also needs to be in the company of innocent and light, peaceful individuals. To remain humane and stay on track of him straying from being the problem. Many lives have died under his company, many lessons and time’s he’s ‘wrecked’’ the smallest and few encounters overall tally and aid him with building his compassionate side to see those people again. ◘ Scourges - The worst of the worst pirate crew’s. They command various levels of commandment, control, conquering all that is blue and water-bound. Each hold their own vendetta and thoughts on what being a pirate or their own treasure ‘sake’ they wish to lay ownership. Ongoing and tackling these threats with Captain holds mighty risk. (Subject to your comfort) In this case it can result in injuries, mental trauma, or many afflictions that may provide more experience to your character or layers. - There are no clear solutions on how to defeat, overcome, or maybe it’s just an encounter with a band of Crewmates from the varying Crews, that’ll overall build steps closer to final battles or all-out Warfare or cripple these Crew’s to make him able to defeat them with his Wild Crew. ◘ Ulterior - (Mystery/+18Dark ) - A cultist crew held from marshy swamped seas, polluted and tainted. They blur webs of confusion alongside deceit. Operating in the blends of guises that shadowy walk in public crowds they don’t distinguish themselves. The pressure of this arc will be dark, twisted, and every foreboding, never certain what’s reality. Vastly in concern, they’ve begun becoming more bold and manipulating brave pirate’s, adventures, would-be sea goers who get reported missing soon afterwards. Only to be converted and abducted into this Cultist crew as nearly every encounter with them as they eat and feast off your fears turn’s their targets into belief of a high power, a mad god under all fleshing skin. Visited during nightmares. ◘ OMONGA - (Bloody/Violent +18 Extremely Dark) - This Scourge crew is one of the most dangerous altogether. They’re primitive freaks, viking pirates of sorts. Who outright raid, pillage, slaughter anything that moves approaching their territory. A force unlike any other, a dominating and deathly, blight of a Giant who strike’s fear just mentioned by pirate’s of old, stays clear from him and often plays nice to prevent gaining his wrath or detection, better to submit. YORE of the Gorey Seas is their Captain who destructively holds gatekeeper and one force that Maelstrom even cannot overcome their brute waters as they stay stationary and defensive, he’s not too mobile beyond his ‘Nation’ but his crew are savages and they operate like the fiercest warmongers, also they’ve got berserkers. Used to be known wanted but after many bounty hunters and foolish adventurers tried taking his life and the failures stacked up, using the defeated and weak for soil for harvesting their crops, and even their own fleets could bypass their engineering he remained untouchable. Sort of a necessary bridge from one individual owning all the seas altogether. They’ve a whole hierarchy, torture system, culture, that is ultra barbaric. He’ll need additional power to help him have a chance to survive and maintain more importantly the lives of his Crew. This is his last chance to get it all right. (There’s more too but I’ll save them unless asked or somehow the other’s become dealt with or too full.) ◘ Wanted: Deadman - (Suspenseful / Thriller / Mystery) - Recently Captain had resurfaced from death making advancements and pursuits only identifiable as his motives. Maelstrom and other officials, detectives, could be working alongside a set of Law characters that I’ve created also trying to seize and capture him for not just a hefty bounty it’s an instant hanging to death and gallows if he’s caught this time. Or a huge payout. He’s stacked multiplied crimes of indecencies, broken peace, slandered Maelstrom, stolen, scammed, rebelled for Freedom, liberated and uncovered crimes against city-state laws, he’s an outright menace to society. Though Captain and his Crew are crafty and now alongside his First Crewmate are covering his tracks desperately to prevent him from being heard again. Though if Captain succeeds in claiming or ‘Goldbrand’’ regains recognition and infamy again over the high-seas whether by gaining influence, relics, or defeating Scourges and creating more noise. He’ll be even more on the run. His Crew are accessories so capturing them may be enough to draw him out or still provide information and payouts. If he’s noted to still be breathing a full on world bounty can be placed to only increase the odds stacked against his time. (Also wanted by Voidals and anything relating to a Scourge. His enemies are highly stacked but he’s got some incredible reach and allies, people he genuinely loves and cannot be anything without them.) ◘ Isle RP - (High Fantasy / Evolving) - Various Isle’s can be visited, linked and tether to a Crewmate’s personal quest. Or maybe Fables. Each Isle has its own unique dangers and is creatively open to any adapting once the base concept is thought out. I have multiple in mind. Some of them have treasures, others have temporary treasures once the threat on each Isle is dealt with the treasure may be spent. Those things might be non useful, so the experience and journey alone may be the only reward. Or surviving and wreckage etc can also occur, it's all open to free-form.

◘ Relic Hunt - (High Fantasy / Evolving ) - (Reference) - Captain’s crew and trade is being a professional treasure hunter diver. Searching and uncovering ancient tablets and thing’s long forgotten past time itself from allagan, mhachi, amdapori and other mythological natures. From Voidal Relics to the series of Deity Relic’s there remains ruins and dungeons, trials, labyrinths, that possess unique items with governed power imbued from primals, high aetherial beings, or prototypes to strange works of magic and science. Depending on the Relic often determines how desperately Captain seeks to net it under his awareness than allow another to uncover as rival band’s of Scourges and pirate crew also would chase for such and want to use it for dominion and nefarious reasonings. Sometimes they’ll already possess said Relic’s and be threats to battle for the property. Which in that case it’s plundering.time. Depending what Relic is conversed around it could be difficult puzzles, or trials, or something more tame to fetch. If another Historian or someone he believes would preserve the item, safer than within his stead, he’ll only aid in retrieving and less on acquiring. Better the relic stay’s far from his lurking dangers that already pursue his waters.

◘ Crew / No Crew - (Optional Addon) - Can choose whether you wish me to RP the other Crewmates and have them interact with your character / characters or bring multi-muses too. Each Crewmate or the main 13 have their own quests, narratives, their own motives of why they’re even following Captain, but they can betray, be broken, all them will act very realistic and lifelike, so they can be romanced etc too. Captain would go to world’s end for them. Make no mistake, this is his Last Crew and shot, he’s on the thinnest surface of water. Soon the mightiest tides will crash and collide against him and his Worldly Finder, his ship, if he’s unable to reign them or lead them to aid their own morale's then he’ll have no chance in getting to the end of his own quest, goal. Each scourge, relic, everything is an obstacle and aiming for something grand.

Alternatively, I can just RP Captain himself and vaguely mention anything else regarding. Might also gain allies, other crewmates, other things that’ll play parts depending on the arc.

Writing is my lifeblood I enjoy stories.

Overly chill and outspoken along with communication my prime focus. I human so I break down and have to recuperate my energy and health sometimes. Not into drama outside RP.

I Para-RP but do nearly ever format and style.

I’m open to plot within any genre.

24/7 Nerd. +18 year RP experience all around from LARPing, Dungeon Master / Former event runner / Former Owner / Leader for Discords and Linkshells / Tabletop Creator. There’s nothing I cannot do.

I’m CST. Though chronic-deteriorating health makes my hours rando. I prefer Discord RP. (Tumblr too sometimes if have an idea.) In-game I can be swayed. ◘ ~ This all long but trying to be communicative and thorough upfront. A necessary evil, I fear.

YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA ––

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gemexchange-blog · 7 years

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StarSweeper Leader(s)

Name: Amanaki of Itori Tribe Age: 48 Height: 5'9" Weight: 260lbs Relationship Status: Married

Family - Liliko - Wife Children: Aimata - Son, Kaikoa - Son, Raihau - Son GrandChildren: Yoora - GrandDaughter, Apikaira - GrandDaughter, Aukai - GrandSon, Enoka - Grandson, Hakopa - Grandson, Halani - Granddaughter, Hoku - Grandson

About Amanaki

Hailing from the southern tropics, Amanaki of Itori grew up in a small remote village with a lot of expectations placed upon his shoulders as many of his tribe felt he was blessed with divine gifts. However, it soon became apparent that Amanaki was not to be the great warrior his parents had hoped he would be. Instead, he found himself fascinated with books and writings left behind by various merchants and priests who sometimes stopped into his small village. Teaching himself to read, he was enamoured with the prospect of knowledge and soon left home to seek out the larger cities of his people. Along his way he discovered how many villages were much like his own...remote with often little understanding outside of their small tribes ways. Once in the city, Amanaki set to work in a small library which later expanded and under his guidance he began an outreach program to bring knowledge and books and teachers to the far reaches of his people's tribes. The movement caught on quickly and decades later many tribes now have at least one small school and library in their village. To the surprise of few, when the last chieftan began to decline in health, he requested Amanaki to take up the mantle and to lead their people into a hopeful age of enlightenment and culture. A humble but charismatic speaker, Amanaki seeks to show the world the majesty and beauty of his people's culture as well as bring new ideas in as well. While not a pacifist, Amanaki tends to prefer using violence as a last resort rather than as a first course of action. This has led to some struggle between himself and the leader of the northern tribes in regards to how to handle the shooter nation.

Name: Sylvi of Elgriar Tribe Age: 63 Height: 6'8" Weight: 257lbs Relationship Status: Married

Family - Havardr - Husband Children: Aria - Daughter, Gosta - Son (deceased - now Robber), Bjarke - Son (deceased), Brenna - Daughter (deceased) GrandChildren: Hella - GrandDaughter, Egil - Grandson (missing), Hillevi -GrandDaughter (missing), Kelby -GrandSon (missing), Gosta - Grandson (deceased)

About Sylvi

Unlike her tropical counterpart, Sylvi's rise to leadership came in a more customary method for the starsweeper race as she gained accolades and honors for defending her tribes from both beast and starshooter raids. Eventually she was chosen by the previous chieftan to lead the northern tribes, a job she both enjoys and finds frustrating as she is no longer able to join her fellow warriors as often due to the obligations of the role. The harsher environment and the closer proximity to the shooter population has left Sylvi and her people in a difficult position, as the northern sweeper villagers are a popular target for raids in both gems and potential slaves to bring back to the shooter capitals. It is no secret that Sylvi despises the shooter race with open hostiliy, likely in part due to the loss of most of her children and grandchildren to them. Mentioning that some of her grandchildren may in fact be growing up as shooter slaves at this very moment is a surefire way to invoke her ire. While close friends with Amanaki, the two have recently begun to have stress as Sylvi grows frustrated with Amanaki's insistance on peace. And rumors have begun to circulate that Sylvi may in fact be making some sort of hidden dealings with the leader of the robbers. It is true that there has been a notable robber population increase in Sylvi's domain...and many of them have even been getting warrior's training. But most dismiss it as hyperbole and claim her decision has more to do with one of her murdered children returning to her as a robber...thus giving the chieftan personal motivation to be more sympathetic to the race.

StarSweeper government style

A proud and competitive race, the StarSweepers tend to handle their leadership and government as a meritocracy, where those who desire rank and leadership must first prove themselves to their village and society. While most commonly this tends to translate to capture a dangerous creature, or stop a shooter raiding party, or kill a large beast to provide food...there have been many leaders who have earned their title via more peaceful means such as helping develop irrigation for their village, or discovering a cure for a malady that afflicted their people, or being an essential aid in a time of crisis. As such, the titles and ranks are not automatically passed on from parent to child but instead the chieftan will select a protoge who has shown themselves worthy. Another unique facet of StarSweepers is there are two chieftans, one who rules over the tropical sweepers and the other who maintains order over the sweeper clans of the more temperate to arctic regions. This is done primarily because the needs of the tropical sweepers are likely to drastically vary from the needs of their temperate counterparts. And, as true to the StarSweeper traditon, they feel having two chieftans keeps the competative spirit burning thus inspiring their leaders to never grow complacent and idle. As it stands, Amanaki of the Southern Tribes is the current face of the StarSweeper race. Every two years there is a competition between the leaders as to decide who shall represent the race in regards to world council affairs. Long ago this used to be handled via a gladitorial wrestling match but over the course of history the competition has evolved into a drinking contest along with a feast and festival that the sweepers use as a means to get together with their distant cousins and party.

Southern Tribes

While technically there are tribes of sweepers far below the equator, this term tends to refer to the Sweepers who predominately live in the tropical regions of the world. Brightly colored with less insulation, these sweepers tend to look sleeker than their "Nothern" counterparts. As the tropical islands and lands tend to be more plentiful with resources, the southern tribes also tend to be the more 'artistic' of the two tribes as they have more time to dedicate themselves to crafts and hobbies.

Northern Tribes

The more temperate tribes of sweepers, they tend to be more likely to have extra layers of feathers to help insulate them in winter. With the lack of year round fruit trees, these tribes tend to rely more on hunting...with a few who have settled down into villages to pick up agriculture when the seasons allow for it. The harsher environment and need to struggle for resources tends to make these tribes a bit more hardened and ready for battle. Northern Tribe sweepers are often the favorite choice for bodyguards and mercenaries.

Religion

The Sweepers consider themselves devotees to their patron god Raziel as both tribes have special celebrations dedicated to the god of earth and fire, but they also pay their respects to the full pantheon. The Southern Tribes in particular hold festivals specifically to Hylcinth in gratitude for the lush bounty of plants and life, where as the Northern Tribes will hold festivals specifically to Helgin to honor and respect their warriors and to provide justice as well as watch over them in the times of winter when the nights are their longest.

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alkhale · 4 years

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Memos Age Swap AU (ko-fi request)

If I was reading your post correctly I can request a snippet? If that is correct I am a tad bit desperate for more of the age swap memos au with the younger Shanks and Mihawk~~~~~

(You guys spoil me with some of these requests.)

“Sorry, brats, I know it’s a bit uncomfortable but just bear with me for a bit.”

I could bear with this for an eternity. Shanks thought amiably, calmly, almost saying the words just as pleasantly. I can even make this a lot more bearable for the both of us.

The heavy tromp tromp tromp of marine issued boots forced small rocks and pebbles to come raining down onto their heads. Soldiers shouted left and right above them, running like chickens without heads as they searched fruitlessly for the dangerously high bounty wielding pirates they’d happened upon.

They really think they can catch me? Shanks grinned a bit at the thought. They can’t even catch Buggy! Admiral Koby was a different matter, but with these new rookies and soldiers, it was a cake walk in the park. Honestly, they didn’t even really need to be hiding.

So why were they hiding?

Because Shanks was one lucky sea dog, that’s why.

I don’t know what I did in my past life. Shanks thought belatedly, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. But I’m glad I did it.

The particular town they’d happened upon for restocking supplies had become swarmed with marines all following the rumor that the Pirate King himself would be stopping by just because this town made a particularly amazing dish of charred sea king. Sure enough, Monkey D. Luffy had come, sending people screaming for the hills and marines quaking in their boots because Monkey D. Luffy was not a man who hid what he did and could care less about what anyone thought of it.

“I wanted some good meat!”

The news of their arrival had sent shivers down Shanks’ spine, a rolling, buzzing hum of excitement in the presence of the man he wanted to become. The man he sought to climb towards, higher and higher and—the thought of seeing his beautiful crewmate.

Shanks was another year older, of course, and another year wiser. He was handsome and charming and he was a son of the sea. He’d had his romp in the hay with several beautiful women in his time so far, had his little flings, his little moments of adoration over lovely, fearsome ladies but, but, but.

He spent nights in his bunk haunted by ocean eyes.

Shanks and Buggy had split down the middle of town, Buggy hauling the rest of their provisions while Shanks shook the marines off their tale in a classic little game. What he hadn’t gambled on was running face-to-chest first into mounds of soft flesh and muscle, accompanied by a short, rough ka!

The two of them had smashed into one more thing, bowling over and knocking into two wooden doors, holding closed an old ale cellar. Just before they’d all toppled head first, Hoku’s boots had smacked outwards, her sword hitting the side of the cellar tunnel and then they’d been left, suspended mid-air, squeezed so tightly together they had wedged themselves in.

Stuck.

“Why am I always running into you,” Hoku had wondered, not at all annoyed, almost playful amused as always, though a bit strained from the tight space. “You’ve got some bad luck, Red Hair.”

Shanks thought the absolute opposite. He had some damn good luck.

“Beautiful as always, dove,” Shanks purred, a bit of a wheeze to his words from their tight proximity. “You’ve been gone too long.”

Very good luck because here Shanks was, his back pressed flat against cobblestone and dirt, wedged from falling down some long tunnel cellar. Here he was, the smell of the ocean and perhaps copper and something else winding all around him, bright, paper white hair pulled into a wispy bun atop her head. Hoku’s toned, powerful thighs wrapped around his hips as her boots braced them against the wall behind them—God, he could feel her sitting on his thighs—her chest pressed close, close, close to his face, one arm grabbing her sword, the other wedged tight in-between them so she couldn’t move it.

Keep your head in your heart, Shanks, buddy, you can do it. He was about to lose his mind, to be perfectly honest.

But there was only one small hiccup to this little rendevouz. Small, miniscule and unnecessary.

“Sorry,” Hoku apologized again, turning her head a bit. “I know it’s tight. You alright?”

Dracule Mihawk, currently wedged into the other side of the cellar tunnel, also supporting Hoku’s weight over his thighs, hands settled calmly onto his legs, dangerously close to Hoku’s hips, chest pressed tight to her back—simply nodded.

The three of them.

“Why the hell are you here?” Shanks mouthed over Hoku’s shoulder. Mihawk stared dully at him. “When’d you even get here?”

Mihawk blinked once, slowly, giving Shanks a moment to consider.

Shanks made shush motions with his head, jerking rapidly with his finger to Hoku who was more focused on how she was going to haul herself out of this little tunnel—the two brats should be fine on their own. Mihawk continued to look at him as though he were no more than a bug before calmly moving his lips.

“Followed her,” Mihawk mouthed. “To find him.”

Memories of bright spearmint and a wandering hand placed firmly on the hilt of Hoku’s sword made Shanks sour a touch. Mihawk leaned his head back against the wall, calmly waiting.

I should just make the most of this wonderful situation. Shanks thought, leaning a little more forward. Hoku didn’t seem to mind, his head resting in the soft dip of her collarbone, above her chest. “Dove, where’s your crew headed off to next?”

“Hm?” Hoku glanced down at him, moving awkwardly to shift her head. “My crew? What’s it to you?” Her eyes sparkled dangerously. “Your captain looking to cause some trouble?”

“Of course not,” Shanks said, lips curling upwards. “Not yet at least. I just want to know where I can find you next. My heart can’t take these yearly meet-ups.”

“Be glad it’s only a year,” Hoku said. “Nothing good could come of anymore than that.”

Shanks frowned, “Dove! I’d see you any—”

“Hey, brat,” Hoku said. Shanks looked up obediently and she rolled her eyes. “The other brat.” Mihawk blinked his eyes open. “Can you move that arm?”

Mihawk wordlessly raised his left hand. Hoku grinned, “Good. I’ve got a brush right here,” she motioned with her chin to her breasts and Shanks blinked, mind halting. “Think you can reach it?”

What?

“What?” Shanks squawked. Hoku glanced to him and Mihawk simply kept his hand raised, expressionless. “Wait a minute, I can—”

“Your hands are stuck there,” Hoku said, motioning to where his hands were wedged between her back, cradling the dip of lean skin and stuck against Mihawk’s chest. “He’s got a free one. If you can get it free, pass it to me and I’ll get us out of this. Goddess knows the marines would have a field day with us.”

“I’ll use my mouth!” Shanks offered.

Hoku rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t make it more complicated. It’s just right there, alright? Can’t miss it.”

Mihawk’s hand raised itself from Hoku’s hip, reaching over her shoulder and brushing against her chin. Shanks watched his fingertips, souring and glowering, but unable to stop the transfixed, almost magnetized way he watched. Hoku tipped her head to the side, exposing a column of soft tan, lined with an array of thin, unhealed scars that stood out unsightly against her skin. Unsightly to anyone else. The kind that didn’t heal in a smooth little line, but stood out ragged, as though she’d been burned.

What stories you must be able to tell. Shanks swallowed, a hard bob against his throat. His hands pressed a little harder into her back. Mihawk’s golden gaze flickered to him once, his hand slowly brushing past Hoku’s collarbone, pulling the top aside.

Shanks’ breath caught in his throat.

Mihawk’s fingers dipped. Soft skin exposed, the soft mound of flesh. Shanks’ hands pressed a little harder into Hoku’s back, his hips fitting a little more snug. Hoku shifted, looking back to them from where she’d been watching the mouth of the cellar.

“Sanji! I think I smell her over here!”

“Over there? In that dirty cellar? Hoku Honey, where are you?”

Mihawk’s hand paused. Shanks blinked, looking startled and Hoku’s eyes brightened, a happy grin curling over her lips.

“Sanji!” Hoku shouted, uncaring for any marines that might hear. At Mihawk’s unsettled look she added, “None of ‘em will be coming this way if those two are up there. Sanji! Chopper!”

A shadow fell over the three of them as Shanks looked up in shock. Golden blonde hair fell in a heavy lock over one eye, the strands pulled back into a small ponytail at the base of his neck. His suit jacket left a few buttons undone, a neat, even trim on his chin. Rolling muscles and—

“Hoku Honey!” Vinsmoke Sanji cried, smoke trailing up from his lips as he peered down the tunnel. “What are you doing down there, my love?”

“Love?” Shanks repeated.

“Got a bit stuck,” Hoku called up sheepishly. “Lend me a hand?”

“Of course my—who the hell are those beasts?” Sanji barked out, nearly throwing himself over the side of the cellar. “What the—get your grimy paws off Hoku, snot nosed brats!”

“Ah! That’s the scary kid who’s been fighting Zoro! And that’s eek! Hoku! That kid’s traveling with that scary rookie!” Chopper’s snout peeked over the rim of the cellar. “Are you hurt?”

“Peachy,” Hoku said. “We just ran into each other. No harm done.”

She flashed Shanks a look filled with fonder amusement, “Too much these days though.”

“Not enough, dove,” Shanks murmured, eyes trained on her lips and the rise and fall of her chest. Hoku frowned, arching a curious brow.

“No harm done, huh?” Sanji said darkly, eyeing Shanks and Mihawk’s hands and their compromised position. Shanks frowned, flexing his fingers against Hoku’s back with a pout. “Alright, Hoku Honey! Give me just one second~ I’ll get you out right away!”

His words finally slapped hard into the side of Shanks’ head, breaking him from his daze. Mihawk remained silent, leaning his head back against the wall behind him as his hands returned to Hoku’s hips. She shifted, leaning more of her weight onto Shanks’ thighs and he cursed under his breath, mind racing to figure out someway to make this last a second longer—

“When can I see you again?” Shanks murmured.

“Me?” Hoku looked back to him. “You’re better off not seeing me again, brat.”

“I want too,” Shanks said. “I’ll die if I don’t.”

“Still talking sweet,” Hoku said, a bit soft. Shanks shook his head. “Listen, kid, you ought to just—”

“I really,” Hoku froze, she leaned back on instinct, resting against the warm press of Mihawk’s open chest. Shanks pressed forward, his forehead coming to rest on the bare skin of her collarbone. “Really want to see you again, dove.”

A moment. A beat. Shanks raised his head, eyes swimming, the smell of her, the feel of her, the press of skin and the too tempting touch making him feel drunk on bravery, on the slim chance he could sneak off with—

“Here I am, Hoku Honey!” Toned, suited legs came down, polished loafers effectively smashing into Shanks’ cheek and nearly Mihawk’s forehead. Sanji had been lowered, all cologne and cigarette smoke by one arm as he stretched out his other.

“Sanji,” Hoku said, happy and light. “Thanks.”

She promptly shifted her grip on her sword and Sanji’s fingers easily found hers, wrapping tightly and weaving through as he tugged her arm up and over his neck. Hoku’s weight was promptly ripped from between the two teens, Sanji’s arm snaking firmly and politely over the curve of her hip. Hoku dropped her sword down and Sanji’s waiting hand caught it midair, tucking it snug against her lower back. He swooned, eyes filled with hearts as Hoku freed her arm and wrapped them both around his neck, pressing a light kiss to his chin.

“Anything for you, my love!” Sanji crooned. “Pull us up, Chopper!”

“Aye!” came the muffled reply. Shanks blinked and Mihawk’s legs quickly shot out, the disappearance of Hoku’s weight forcing the two of them to shove both their legs as far as they could reach, smacking into the opposite wall of each other.

“It was nice seeing you again, brats,” Hoku called down to them, a small smile playing on her lips while Sanji glared hot daggers over the top of her head. “Good luck, yeah?”

Shanks’ mouth opened in protest while Mihawk simply inclined his head in a small nod.

“See you on the Grand Line!”

And then just like that, with a muttered curse from Sanji and a soft word, they were gone.

Shanks blinked, a tumble of emotions welling up in his chest until the clearest realization came to the forefront, bringing his attention to Mihawk across from him.

They were still stuck together.

“Okay,” Shanks said. “I’ll tell you what, we need to scream as loud as we can for a guy named Buggy on three, okay?”

Mihawk stared at him as one would a bug.

#ko-fi request #sketchbananafairy #memos #Hoku #memos age swap au #memos au #shanks #mihawk #ShaKu #young!shanks #young!mihawk #older!hoku

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In memoirs, can a pokian truly die due to old age and not get back to life, even if he/she still has remaining lives? How do they "resurrect", btw? Is there a specific time for it to occur after they die, cus what if they have a devil fruit and died due to drowning in the ocean, then get instantly resurrected only to die from drowning again?

Yes! The hint lies within the old market keeper’s words from chapter one to Hoku about the whole thing. Pokians can eventually die of just old age–but it has to have certain circumstances met. Say, if they were to contract a disease at 80 and still had a life, they’d die and come back.

Typically, there’s a very short amount of time before they resurrect. In essence, depending on the death, a thin white light shrouds them and they’re just back. And yes! Exactly what Manu warned Hoku about and why the sent the Pokians to execution by water and fire–if you die, coming back to life is pointless if you’re in a state of danger–say, you drowned, but no one pulled your body out of the water–you’d just literally come back to life and drown over and over again. It is very painful and sad and insanity inducing.

Mhm, Tsuru was originally who Hoku was supposed to go to and by extended meanings, the marines!

Hoku’s about 5′7″ and some! A little taller than Luffy but the bastard just stretches. She and Nami are about the same height but Nami likes her heels sometimes and Hoku’s boots give her a smidge.

The people of Artopoki speak the language of the OP world ( a mix of english and japanese) but like the other countries in OP, have hints of an older culture and speak Pokian as well, making it a separate language (that’s basically a mix of hawaiian and some vietnamese words) so yes! she is bilingual

She can’t! Sadly. She can, however, boost the powers of ones devil fruit so for instance, say Luffy’s rubber could be in danger of being cut by an exceptionally powerful opponent, she could power up his skills and his rubber would be a lot more stronger/elastic. Her life force is transferred to people and things as her vitality, but she can’t substitute her own life force to that which is already living, which is why the inanimate objects can become animate because they have a housing for slices of her own soul to go into. (the animals have bits of her soul, so when they die a bit of her dies and if she were to loose too many she’d lose an entire life in total and have to revive/it’s also why they technically are like her ;))

I’m thinking about saying something else but i can’t, i’ll just say this is in regards to Hoku’s devil fruit, the viva-viva fruit.

Pokian legends, sure are interesting…

yes! under the fanart tag and Hoku, there’s some amazing fanart for her! i hope those will help, ill try drawing her one of these days

yes he does :) but he doesn’t like looking at it a lot because

yknow

ah! i thought about bringing this up but thanks for asking, technically they can’t! I know OP hasn’t gone into depth about the nature of devil fruits, just that once the user dies and leaves this world, the fruit will be reborn again–reincarnated. I’m going with the decision that for the devil fruit to be reincarnated, the soul of the person needs to fully pass on as well. When Pokians die, the soul is still tethered so they can come back with one of the lives, though Manu mentioned that sometimes this can grow strained the lower the count goes, i wonder what that means

HAHAHAH I CANT WAIT FOR THIS TO HAPPEN IN 374839BYEARS

she’d bitch to him about how useful his is because he doesn’t have to be a battery pack to anyone, but then quietly survey his drawing skills and i think he’d be very self conscious and rawr at her when he sees hers

but Hoku would definitely try to convince him to let her help him teach him a little, “they have sibling fruits pls Kanjuro let me help u”

HAHAHA SNOW WHITE BUT THE ANIMALS HATE HER GUTS

she’s not good at full out belting beautiful music, but Hoku’s a really great hummer and after awhile she can go into a fairly nice song, she doesn’t sing very often tho and mumble-hum a lullaby or two

i wonderrrrr ;)

not very very well, she’s not bad at designing them but actually cutting out fabrics and using her skills to put them together is a hot mess, she’s more of the i’ll produce the materials u make the magic happen

;)))

hehe yes yes! i wanna try to keep her bounty in ten million increments to keep the thing going

ofc this dumbass would be positive

hahaha, Hoku’s technically S- in the OP world which is the equivalent to O-, she’s a universal donor! donating blood from Pokians is actually safe because it’s being transferred, so it won’t stain ur insides if that makes sense? it needs to actually be outside to have staining properties.

-sobs incoherently-

i know right now it seems like its getting favoritism, but it’s just because the one piece storyline is so vast and there’s a lot i want to keep hammering out until i can settle into a slower pace with it, so it’s going to be seeing a bit more attention until i’m satisfied while i update others w it

i’d say maybe every two weeks? i’m trying to update ohbab and nascent and another memos rn but ohbab and nascent first

SORRY FOR THIS LONG ASS ASK, I HOPE THATS A LOT OF QUESTIONS ANSWERED YALL KEEP ME ON MY TOES, THANK YOU FOR CARING ENOUGH ABOUT THE STORY TO WANT TO ASK EDHFIOERNFIE

#Memos #headcanons #Hoku #Nami #Artopoki #op fanfic #one piece oc #Luffy #one piece

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