Princess of Land And Sea

Freedom is a gift that can only gained in battle but is worth fighting for. The men at the top of the world feel they can enslave and abuse us. But they are wrong, for we are Revolution. ||Indie Revolutionary Koala from One Piece || Mun & Muse 18+|| Warning: Koala is a former slave and it is a constant scar on her life. Slavery will be an un-tagged trigger on this blog.

[sun-pirate-princess]

|| Rules | Intimacy Rules ||

Semi-selective, Independent, Semi-private Roleplay Blog for Revolutionary Koala from One Piece. Anime and Manga based. Reigned over by your lovely wraithqueen, Zaira (She/Her, 30+). Crossovers, AUs, and OCs welcome. 18+ only, for my own peace of mind. Low to medium activity, replies are slow due to mental health/burnout. Discord is for mutuals.

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_ Koala: Cis, Bi, Demisexual (she likes sex but she needs to have an emotional bond with her partner first)

Shipping welcome but requires plotting first

[waxgentleman]

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ & ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ — low activity MR 3 / ɢᴀʟᴅɪɴᴏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴀᴍᴀᴇ. 20+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ʀᴘ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴛ / ʀᴘ ᴅᴏᴏᴅʟᴇꜱ

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘜𝘚/𝘖𝘊𝘚/OPLA. 𝘖𝘗'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵/𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸.

[terrorignitis]

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

[mournfulroses]

Kōtarō Takamura, translated by Hiroaki Sato, from Chieko and Other Poems; "Fear,"

[thatoneacademic]

(be pretentious do crime <3)

[sadomaruxsadaharu]

Drawing this while crying

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[sun-pirate-princess]

Koala has the biggest sweet tooth!

She wasn't allowed to eat sweet things as a child until she was with the Sun Pirates. Those days on their ships getting to try lots of treats made her fall in love with sugar. She has a bit of a sugar addiction now but she's trying to keep a handle on it.

But you'll see some of her truest smiles when sweets are involved.

[sun-pirate-princess]

Koala stepped away from the wall of the building to return to her new companion. She watched him gather up his things. Taking quick note as the man was not one to litter. A very polite guest indeed. Her smile uplifted into a brighter expression when his arm was offered to her. Without a word, she easily slipped her arm into the crease of his elbow and began to walk.

Only slightly taking the lead as to guide him to the best cluster of restaurants in the area. It sometimes paid off to have such a close relationship with Sabo. Her dearest friend would eat just about anything but that didn't mean he automatically loved everything he ate. His lack of filter made him quite vocal on the quality of food in a place. As such, Koala had happily taken note of the very best restaurants!

"Orange on your nails?" She gasped softly, looking a bit aghast. Her button nose wrinkling slightly as she looked over his appearance. Orange would not go at all with the usual white and blue he appeared fond of. "I'm no artist but I feel I am aware enough that such a color would not suit your complexion well at all, my good Mr. 3."

While the conversation had kept a cheery tone to the revolutionary's voice, it was her companion's most recent question that made the sound melt away. Her smile dropped to a neutral line of the lips. Her head tilting down slightly so that the short brim of her hat shadowed over her face. There was a quiet that grew between the duo for a long moment before Koala spoke again, though her intonation had taken on a flatter cadence. "The women and other folk of the island tend to urge their fancy on all visitors. But their choice of style does not agree with my own, hmm. And I'm not in the business of allowing others to choose how I present myself anymore..."

The petite woman took a breath. It seemed to rattle in her lungs on the intake but she held it. The tremor in her frame dissolving as she let out the breath. Once more she lifted her face to her new companion but her ever-present smile had returned once more to her soft features. She batted her eyelashes. "What kind of food do you fancy today, my good sir? My treat. You are a guest on the island, after all."

[waxgentleman]

Women also were a target then, however with less frequency it seems by the way he rarely saw them being followed around. Curiosity for an artist was only natural, and as a man which specialised in the human form. Mr 3 couldn't help himself but to ponder about these little things. The road along was an easy walk, full of the gorgeous carmin foliage so prevalent across the island, making it a pleasant view as they walked together. “.........So do I. A sense of self is what makes us humans after all, ga ne. No one can change it.” He nodded softly in agreement as eyes closed momentarily. Not taking in full the real meaning of her words, but even he had issues in his young age. By the young woman's reaction, he guessed something along that—but for now, he didn't deal further.

“ Oh, Shush. Your treat? Don't dare to battle me on this as if I would allow that..” A dismissive wave of hand, while on their way to the closest coffee shop. Something easy on the stomach would be perfect for brunch. After choosing the appropriate place to sit, close by a big window that was adorned with gracious houseplants by the corners. “ That's what your generous queen's tab is for, ga ne. I think I'll go with some croissants and tea today…” Mr 3 grinned, but quickly hid it behind the paper menu. One hand scratched another—he led his hand in helping to build places and in exchange Ivakov paid for his few expenses here and there. Fair trade. “ You know, I find quite impressive the work of the revolutionaries. I also once tried to walk the path outside marines and pirates, but... Since I ended up in jail as well it seems It didn't work that. Fu ha ha ha ! ”

[sun-pirate-princess]

"It's not everyday I'm treated to a nice meal. I thank you, kind sir." She giggled softly behind a hand as she let him guide her into the small Cafe. It was an unfortunate truth that she was rarely the one treated to lunch. Her beloved partner had a terrible tendency to think with his stomach rather than his brain. This led to far too many lunch breaks where Sabo happens to have forgotten his wallet in his desk. At this rate, they were both quite blessed he had never lost the blasted thing on mission.

Koala took her seat beside the window at the small glass top table. The pink wicker of her chair was comfortably warmed by the sunlight drifting through the window. A small breeze drifted in through the open front door. Just enough to cool the warmth from their skin. The house plants along the window a wonderful splash of green in the sea of pinks and reds.

"I must applaud your attempt to work outside the formal structure of the world, Mr. 3. Even if the attempt failed you, it shows a conviction of spirit to try and make your own path in an overly systematic world." She replied softly as she picked up the simple menu that lay folded on the table beside her napkin. She opened the flaps and scanned over the available options. She had never quite recovered from the lack of food variety in her childhood. Having too many options tended to cause an ache in her belly. The only true exceptions being sweets of various kinds. She had an ungodly sweet tooth that she worked quite hard to reign in most days. She had to admit the mention of teacakes on the menu were calling to her.

"Would you mind joining me in enjoying a pot of tea?" She asked as she lowered her menu back to the table top. She mentally made note of the sandwich she had in mind to order. Still, the teacakes were calling to her. Both she and her new companion worked hard. Surely they deserved a nice cup of tea for their efforts.

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[sun-pirate-princess]

❛   so how long have you been a part of the army ?   ❜

Unprompted | Always Accepting

The question came as bit of a surprise here in the firelight. So simple a curiosity that held such great weight coming from a woman who had just been rescued from a grave injustice. It seemed to creep into Koala's bones just as deeply as the cold on this damn bridge.

"Since I was about the age of eleven." The words fell simply, openly, from Koala's lips. A strange spirit of trustworthiness flowed off the older woman. It lulled Koala into a comfort that lowered her guard like few others could.

Perhaps it this trust stemmed from the fact that Koala knew who this woman was. She had heard the stories of the Demon Child. She had read the file of truth that had been obscured from the woman's past. Words on a page discussing how forbidden knowledge had stolen the life of a child who had done nothing wrong in this world.

Perhaps it was that bitter reality of an innocence stripped away too soon that drew Koala to the stoic woman. Though the circumstances of their trauma had differed greatly, they had both had their lives stolen away by an unjust system of rule. Innocent young girls told their whole childhood it was a privilege for them to allowed to continue on living.

"I was given a second chance at living." Her voice grew quieter than she intended. Fingers tightening in her blanket as she pulled it more about her shoulders. She was in charge of caring for Robin while her fellow soldiers secured the area and freed the indentured citizens. "I couldn't stand the injustice I saw in the world. I wanted all the bad things to go away so desperately."

Koala's ever-present smile quivered slightly. Eyes slipping shut as she willed dark memories and hold hurts away. It took a moment before she was able to lift her gaze once more to Robin. Her smile slowly settled back into its usual position of comfort. "I hear you've joined in with a pirate group as of late, Robin-san. You've all been making quite the impression on our intelligence agents."

[ivymooon]

[waxgentleman]

“ Oh my! What a polite young lady.” Manners were so rare these days; Where the sea was governed by pirates and the land by bandits. Why aren’t Sabo’s friends just as proper? However, the insinuation of kindness brought Mr 3 to raise both of hands, waving them as his scowl showed clearly his disagreement with that. The blood reached over his cheeks as he bashfully shook his head “ Yaa yaa! I’m merely repaying a debt, ga ne. Nothing more than that…Of course—none art of mine shall be half-baked. ” “ Ah! What a coincidence, ga ne! It would be lovely! Just give me a second to get my stuff, will you? ” Time flies when art is being made, without his art assistant to pull his ear wherever it was time to rest; the man had to put an alarm to not end up forgetting it. His leather gloves were carefully folded and kept alongside a case while the artist started to store his other utensils.

“ Overbearing... That's a polite word to refer to them, indeed.” With everything ready, the artist promptly offered his elbow in courtesy before they started to walk. Up to her to accept or not—Mr 3 wouldn't mind either way, since Koala would be the one to lead the way. “ Thankfully, after they dropped the whole “dressing up game”—things were quite peaceful, ga ne. Their... excess of energy doesn't bother me as much as before...even quite nostalgic. Their only crime was trying to put orange in my nails.” He chuckled softly. “Unacceptable , Fu ha ha ha! Were men the only target for that behavior? Missy Koala.”

[sun-pirate-princess]

Koala stepped away from the wall of the building to return to her new companion. She watched him gather up his things. Taking quick note as the man was not one to litter. A very polite guest indeed. Her smile uplifted into a brighter expression when his arm was offered to her. Without a word, she easily slipped her arm into the crease of his elbow and began to walk.

Only slightly taking the lead as to guide him to the best cluster of restaurants in the area. It sometimes paid off to have such a close relationship with Sabo. Her dearest friend would eat just about anything but that didn't mean he automatically loved everything he ate. His lack of filter made him quite vocal on the quality of food in a place. As such, Koala had happily taken note of the very best restaurants!

"Orange on your nails?" She gasped softly, looking a bit aghast. Her button nose wrinkling slightly as she looked over his appearance. Orange would not go at all with the usual white and blue he appeared fond of. "I'm no artist but I feel I am aware enough that such a color would not suit your complexion well at all, my good Mr. 3."

While the conversation had kept a cheery tone to the revolutionary's voice, it was her companion's most recent question that made the sound melt away. Her smile dropped to a neutral line of the lips. Her head tilting down slightly so that the short brim of her hat shadowed over her face. There was a quiet that grew between the duo for a long moment before Koala spoke again, though her intonation had taken on a flatter cadence. "The women and other folk of the island tend to urge their fancy on all visitors. But their choice of style does not agree with my own, hmm. And I'm not in the business of allowing others to choose how I present myself anymore..."

The petite woman took a breath. It seemed to rattle in her lungs on the intake but she held it. The tremor in her frame dissolving as she let out the breath. Once more she lifted her face to her new companion but her ever-present smile had returned once more to her soft features. She batted her eyelashes. "What kind of food do you fancy today, my good sir? My treat. You are a guest on the island, after all."

[anime--food]

Vampire Dormitory - Episode 1

[erupan]

Here’s my Koala art for the One Piece Summer Challenge by @thenotsofantasticlifestory and @doctorgerth! It folds out like wallet photos because she’s a baby.  Updating my commission info later tonight, let’s be productive! ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

[ryusokcn]

He found a commonality upon accidental discovery. Scarred skin not from mere cuts or scrapes. A burn ( a brand perhaps ? ) that resembles the sun. Though as quickly as his gaze rested upon it, just as quick as he looks elsewhere. Familiarity thrown out of the window, unsure of what it could have been outside the image he thinks it was.

“ … Yeah, ” Sabo finally says, scratching at his face. Were they simply going to act like nothing happened there ? Not that it was any of his business to begin with ( who is he to have a say in something like that ? ). It was simply he had walked right into her tent, not expecting her to be in the midst of an outfit change before speaking with the kingdom's new leaders. “ I just wanted to make sure that you read over the report and made sure we didn't leave anything out. The messenger ship is about to depart… which is why- ” Sabo gestures towards himself and then to the tent. It's why he was a bit hurried in entering without much warning.

“ … You think you can skim it fast enough before they depart ? ”

An air of awkwardness is difficult to swallow, as Sabo motions for Koala to follow him back to the tent where his work had been left guarded by other members.

“ Again, sorry for barging in like that. Didn't think you would be changing at this hour. Maybe I'll just give a bit more warning outside the tent for next time ? ”

[sun-pirate-princess]

The awkwardness swelled in the space between them like a physical wall. She hated it. It made her want to look down at the ground and shuffle her feet until the sensation left. Still, she held back from such actions. She had no reason to be embarrassed or ashamed. Though Sabo's obvious discomfort seemed to flow off him in waves. She had never known him to be at a loss for words but now he seemed unsure of himself.

When was the last time things had been so stilted between them? Had they ever been? They moved in tandem so easily for so long now.

"The stiff shoulders of my previous shirt was causing a bit of an ache in my back. I wanted to change. I should have warned you." She said the words honestly. Though her voice could not seem to lift above a whisper. A small swirl of guilt unfurling in her chest at his discomfort. She cleared her throat in a feeble attempt to clear their shared unease.

"I was able to get a read of the report earlier." She followed after him. Steps falling into a familiar pattern of two for every one of his as she moved to keep stride with him. She had been a bit peeved when he'd hit his growth spurt as children, leaving her feeling left behind. Over the years, she had learned to move with him so they stayed side by side as they had been. "I can look it over quickly to make sure no details have been left out."

The awkwardness seemed to grow and flourish the longer that each of them held their silence. A tightening pressure crushing her ribs around her heart. She looked at the ground, their boots stepping forward in unison. In that motion it became to much.

"Sabo-kun." Her voice came out hoarse as if the words were strangled in her throat. She reached out, touching her hand to his as she stopped walking. "About what you saw..."

The words trailed away from her. What was she going to say? She had not talked much about her past. But this was Sabo, other than where she had come from, there was nothing the two did not share or discuss with one another. So why was it suddenly so hard to speak to him?

[waxgentleman]

@sun-pirate-princess

Interesting ? His frown was easen up by that single word. Appreciation of his work was always welcomed, as many didn't even finish listening to his explanation. The abundant display of good manners almost brought tear to his eye. Such a polite young lady! “ Of course, of course! As you should! You can neeever be too safe, ga ne! Pardon my manners, the other habits here are just too energetic sometimes... ” With one hand at the chest, Galdino bowed before lifting his head and shaking hands with her. “ Enchaaanted to meet you, Miss Koala. Please call me Mr 3. It's my artist pseudonym. ”

“Oh, Indeed. The other seven there too. ” His hand motions over the horizon, to the few houses also that were built across the land. “ Just like in Karai Bari, there was a lack of houses for the newcomers since we got freed from impel down. Your queen is more than kind to offer proper houses to them, Buggy only gave people a few tents.. Not that they complained, ga ne. ”

[sun-pirate-princess]

Koala watched in interest as the wax man bowed before her. It would never stop being such a strange interaction. She could still feel the burn in her spine and the ache in her knees from bowing to a "master" as a child. The flash of memory turning her stomach. She had to shove away the rancid thought and focus on his politeness. This bow was simply a greeting, a kind formality. Still, after all these years she felt odd being on the receiving end of such respect. Perhaps she should have grown used to it with her position in the RA but old feeling died hard, she supposed.

"Mr. 3, hmm? It is a pseudonym that demands great respect, my dear sir." She gave a sweet giggle behind the smile affixed to her face. "I would be honored to use an accomplished artist's name in greeting."

She pulled her hand from his with a fluid motion. She tilted up the brim of her hat and looked up to truly appreciate his workmanship. Given her petite stature, there was the occasional time where her hat would hide taller details from her view.

"You are very kind to use your abilities to create housing for those less fortunate." She stepped to the side and knocked against the building's wall. The resulting sound was sturdy. Strong walls would provide great coverage during stormy times. She had witnessed a few of the weather changes on this island and they would be quite frightful despite the usual pleasant climate. "I can see you take great pride in your work. I feel pleased to know that you're here with us."

Clasping her hands behind her back, she spun around to face him with a click of her heels. Her usual smile pulling up into something slightly brighter as she tilted her head. "I was about to have some lunch before I return to my duties, would you care to join me? I would love to know how you're getting along here on the island. I am aware it can be a bit... overbearing. Hehmm, Sabo-kun's quite fond of telling me such."