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An X Drake / Diez Drake ONE PIECE Roleplaying Blog. Written by Mandee. A combination of manga and anime information, but MAINLY HEADCANON BASED. **This blog is now a LOW ACTIVITY blog along with all the rest. Other blogs: @kingofcardsx (oc), @rcngedslash (oc), (most activity currently) @wcrldswcrstx (op canon multi), @heavenlydemonx, @blockxstar (oc), @flcxrpwrs (oc), and this blog., xcalibxr.

Hello, the name's Mandee. I'm over 30 years of age yet still attempting to return to writing on this hellsite (AGAIN!) with a nice, new, and neat blog for X Drake (AGAIN!).

BIO. RULES. VERSES. STARTERS. HCs.

getting to know drake prompts | @cathiief ( always accepting. )

Leaning on the railing of the Thousand Sunny, Drake had wondered way back when--initially--was if he was simply too old to be hanging out with a bunch of near-twenty-somethings and twenty-somethings. He'd been the Odd Man Out pushing into his early thirties, and yet there had never been a dull moment since he'd stepped onto the Going Merry.

Grabbing hold of the railing, Drake straightened up fully and looked out at the sky overhead before taking in a breath, exhaling slowly afterwards.

Pirates weren't as black as Marines colored them and the same could be said for Marines not being as pristine, do-gooders as Pirates enjoyed jeering at them.

A corner of his lips lifted into a half smile as he turned towards Nami, stormy blue-grey eyes calm and warm.

In the manga, Drake stated to a Beast Pirate—I think—that he didn’t hold a grudge over Doflamingo killing his father and honestly, that was just another lie.

When he was younger, it was massive. It took time to get away from this because Doflamingo hadn’t just taken the person Barrels had become, he also took the person that he used to be.

It was a childish way of thinking, sure, but that’s just how he felt and when he dreams about his father—has dreams about the old days, That Man is always lurking in the background, gun at the ready to blow their relationship apart.

He was in the marines for roughly 10 years if they started him as a “chore boy” as soon as he got in there, but I wonder about that with the state he was in when the Marines rescued him.

ANYWAY—9-10 years in the marines and made the rank all the way to Rear Admiral. Not only that, Drake is a Marine that reports directly to HQ, which means that he’s of a higher rank than those stationed at branching bases.

Who did Drake meet during this time? Any Big Shots like the Warlords, maybe? Or other, legendary Marines like Sengoku and Tsuru? Where are Drake’s interesting connections … ?

content: implied abuse, grieving for things--things in the past, things lost forever, memories; drake's real sad y'all.

It can be said that Sengoku was the type of man to bend the rules when it came to people that he cared about, and as the Fleet Admiral, a certain young man had come into his care and even with the various books about reptiles, it wasn't enough to reach his wounded heart.

That's when Sengoku had an idea. it might not even work, but it was an idea, and it worked miracles.

--"What's ... this--a guitar?" --"An electric guitar, drake. Think you could learn to play?" --"It looks expensive. I don't think the marine protocols--" --"Don't mind that. Just give it a try. Music has a habit of healing the soul you know?"

"So, leave me alone," Drake replied, scowling at himself rather than anything in particular in the field or at Smoker, for that matter. It wasn't hard to do when basically the majority of the other cadets avoided him like the plague with a sizable amount of those hurling insults at his back that basically amount to being a wolf in sheep's clothing.

(She wears pistols belted at her hips.) Tap tap tap! go her boots, smart as you please. The heat of the oven leaves the little side kitchen warm, unlike the frigid air of the North Blue. The air smells of apples and cinnamon, and a big, metal cooling rack is on the counter. Little twists of dough are lined up in neat rows on the mesh, dusted with cinnamon sugar and baked to a crisp.

"Are you coming inside?"

The baker turns to face him, revealing a ragged, nasty scar running from the corner of her lopsided mouth to just beneath her eyelid. It leaves her smile crooked, and from here, Drake can make out a chipped canine tooth. Her eyes are red and swollen, but her voice is light and welcoming. The apron she's wearing has a Marine logo embroidered on the front, which makes her firearms... a little less out of place. Sort of.

"You're the boy from North Blue." Ouch. "How are you feeling?"

unprompted asks | @harbordoc ( always accepting! )

Wrinkling his nose would be impolite. Wrinkling his nose when she was obviously doing a really good job would be rude. She didn't deserve that.

It smelled like pie--he'd never liked pie, honestly. Too sticky. Too mushy. It might've been warm and comforting, but pies were sweet as far as the teenager was concerned, sweet could jump off a cliff.

However, there was no pie to be seen at the moment, and when she turned towards him, Drake froze for a second.

She had a scar.

She had a scar that looked way more painful than his had ever been, and for a moment, he wondered if she was the same... But... asking that would be rude--it would be more than rude. It wasn't his place to ask that.

When she asked her question, warm and welcoming, Drake couldn't help when his cheeks colored hotly, shame stabbing into his heart as he tried to shrink a little into himself.

That word--boy...

--'You're pathetic, Boy. Get out of my sight.'

How long had it been since the smiling, bright blue of his father's eyes had turned frigid and cutting ... ?

"Changed my mind, " Drake muttered, turning to leave without another word. There were lots of Them here, weren't there... Young, upstanding, potentially great marines that were little devils in disguise. No. They weren't the same. She wasn't like him.

This was nothing like the stories his father had told him about of his youth.

unprompted asks | @smcker ( always accepting! )

Drake ducked his head to one side in a silly attempt to shield the flicked ear, snorting a little because the sensation of smoke is a bit like wind, but slightly heavier yet just as ticklish.

An X Drake / Diez Drake ONE PIECE Roleplaying Blog. Written by Mandee. A combination of manga and anime information, but MAINLY HEADCANON BASED. **This blog is now a LOW ACTIVITY blog along with all the rest. Other blogs: @kingofcardsx (oc), @rcngedslash (oc), (most activity currently) @wcrldswcrstx (op canon multi), @heavenlydemonx, @blockxstar (oc), @flcxrpwrs(oc), and this blog, xcalibxr. Re-established: 4.14.2026.

Hello, the name's Mandee. I'm 30+ yet attempting to return to writing for Drake, again! Is it getting old? Maybe. He's my absolute fav though...