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An Independent, Selective Roleplaying, and Mutual's-only Blog for X (Diez) Drake from One Piece. This blog is not spoiler free. Written by Mandee. Re-established: 4/14/2026.

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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.

I’m open to aus, original characters, and can try crossovers even!

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Annoyance twitched in his brow, "No," he said more decisively. There was already at least a dozen people he had punched square in the face for talking bad about the younger man behind his back. That kind of shit disgusted him and he wasn't going to stand for it. Ignorant assholes. Sengoku had asked him to look after the other, yes, but this was already about more than that at this point.

"Why do you wanna be alone so bad anyway?" there was slight petulance in his tone. It wasn't like he was talking much or bothering him in any way.

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No? No?? What sort of answer was that?

Drake blinked, his frown wide, as he actually started to become a bit annoyed himself now, and while he didn't have to explain to Smoker, maybe - just maybe - if he did the guy would get upset enough lay off him...

"It's just easier," Drake replied tersely, unhappily picking at the grass underneath him. "I'm an adult, and I've been taking care of myself for a long time now--longer than anyone else has, so what do I need anyone else for?"

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❝ do you like it here? ❞ straw hat au

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.

"Of course, this is my home after all," Drake replied, happy, "I have all of you and that's enough. My heart's full."

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in our dreams ; our grudges and lies.

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 has never forgiven him—not that that matters.

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I’m thinking about when Drake was still officially in the Marines—I do wonder if he was the Ladder Climber of the his Generation for the easiest way to describe it—like what we’re seeing with Koby basically.

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 … ?

I’m still here hoping—two years later—that we see a backstory for this man.

[mfdragon]

I think Drake and Borsalino have a lot of untapped potential, if you think about it.

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at the end of the day; what we tell ourselves

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

Barrels was his father.

He'd been there when he was born. Drake took after him in likeness. Same stormy, blue-grey eyes. Same light ginger hair. He'd grown tall, too.

He'd taught him to walk.

Taught him to fish. Taught him about the Marines, and about how great it was to be apart of something bigger than yourself--a place that made the world a better place.

Barrles was a thief.

He was a traitor. He'd taken Drake's heart and trampled on it--tore everything to shreds. Every memory of kindness. Every smile. Every story. Every time he was tucked into bed and had a large hand ruffle his hair before turning out the light. Every glare. Every hit. Every time he yelled. Every time he was disappointed.

It had all been painted black.

Drake wanted--he wanted him back.

That man ... that man he'd been Before, the Father he'd been before.

HE WANTED HIM BACK!

... But there was no Den Den in this world that could reach the dead.

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the (secret) hobby

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?"

TLDR: In short, this was Drake's first introduction to real music, a musical instrument, and an outlet for him to grace the world with as often as he liked. He got very, very good at this, and it did help.

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🦖 with @smcker !

"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.

If ... if he could just get back to that place--back to that mask ... where nothing mattered. If he could only piece it back together so everything was fine. ... A naturally neutral expression that betrayed nothing because it was easier that way.

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for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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thinking about drake being stuck on little garden for nearly a year when the strawhats arrive there. while it's been a dream come true, he mostly refused to eat the dinosaurs until ... until he got sick of fish.

it was a sad moment, but dinosaurs are delicious and he shared many a nights conversing with Dorry and Brogy...

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This blog features all sorts of reptiles from turtles to snakes.

I repeat, this blog features all sorts of reptiles from turtles to snakes!!

Drake is canonly a “reptile maniac” so he’s basically got a huge interest in all things reptiles and his interests tag will be CHOCK FULL OF THAT in addition to amphibians!!

If you’d prefer not to see that, please block the tags “/ drake’s little reptile guys.” and / or “drake’s little amphibian guys.” respectively!! (I will be adding these tags shortly to the posts!) Or just the words “reptiles” and “amphibians” should work too I think.

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warm, sweet hands smoothing away your worries.

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The woman--teenage girl? She's short--bustling about the kitchen moves with spare efficiency, polished boots scuffing along the floor as she moves this way and that: she puts bowls in the sink, wipes down counters, and does everything except sit down to catch her breath. The blue-black bun of hair on her head is messy, a patch of it near her temple dusted with flour.

(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.

Absolutely nothing.

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Like or comment 🦖 (or simply write) for a literal dinosaur in your inbox.

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[ little buffs of smoke flick drake's ear from behind ] then at like 22-24? :'3

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.

"C - cut it out, Smoker-- ... Idiot."

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xcalibxr / wip.

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...

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