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"Yes, it's me..." He confirmed quietly, the ghost of a smile haunting his face as he took in Jimbei's appearance. It was as if no time had passed at all, but that wasn't the truth. At the critical junction, he failed to make a decision. Arlong's hate would have consumed him, his own hatred of the World Government might have pushed him to leave Jimbei when he became Warlord- He'd die for his friend, but allying with the people who started this chain of sorrow, this suffering in his heart... Might have been a step too far.

His blue eyes brightened a touch at the friendly smile, glad there wasn't open animosity. "It's good to see you too, Jimbei. And yes, still travelling. Threading my community back together, helping where needed..." There was always a fight that needed his attention, the next stage in liberation while stopping Arlong's brand of extremism. But he kept an eye on both, kept his ear to the ground about what happened, so he knew of Big Mom and the Strawhats.

He softly exhaled for the next part. "And I'm sorry about not joining. Back then, I was torn in two. Half of me wanted to still uphold Fisher's ideals, the other half shared Arlong's murderous rage. I couldn't choose, I loved both of you. So, I had to find my own path to peace, and process the emotions I hid behind all the anger." Watching their fight broke his heart as he hesitantly sat down, tentacles occulding his face. Before Chrysaoran was a white-hot ball of rage and violence, barely suppressing it. Arlong thought it was a foregone conclusion he'd join him, but he simply left without a word.

He wasn't a completely different person, but what drove him had changed. The rage was under control, he was calmer and more concise. "Still, I'm much more interested in your new crew. They sound interesting... And the sort of people Fisher described."

Entanglement Theory

(A starter for @buraiikan because it took a while to flesh out Chrysaoran before realizing I haven't posted for him. Set when Jimbei is Helmsman?)

Today was hard, painful. A pain that needed numbing, considering it should have been Malo's sixteenth. The thought of his lost brother made him ache, his tentacles twitched with reflexive anger as he took a long drink from the bottle of scotch he held, trying to use the burn to push down the sadness.

Everything seemed to drift apart, in time. The tighter he tried to hold onto the families he found, the more they slipped away. Aurelian, Fisher Tiger... The cubozan wasn't sure if he could take a third heartbreak. There was the siren song of Arlong's crew, his pure rage called to the darker places in his mind that wanted to take revenge on the humans for hurting Malo.

But no, that wasn't the path. Vengeance was self-destructive, he had to find better ways to honour the lost as he stood up. The hot sun was bad for his bell, he could feel it getting tight and sore. "Happy birthday, little one." Sniffing hard to force back tears, he finished the rest of the bottle. It'd take a lot more to get him drunk, even with his high water content.

The streets were nameless and repetitive as he walked down them, before someone caught his eye. Was today just taunting him with his past? No, this could be a good omen. A chance to catch up with an old friend... Perhaps a reminder to not let bonds break so easily as he softly approached, adjusting his kimono to reveal the red sun on his stomach, not that there were many cubozan fishmen.

"Jimbei..." Chrysaoran's voice was soft, hesitant. Time had calmed his rougher edges, placated the raw anger he used to feel as a younger man. The former sniper had matured, physically and emotionally. When the Sun Pirates split, he simply left, unable to choose a side. "You look well."

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Chrysaoran Headcanons

Likes catching his own food, he has a prey drive and gets a sense of satisfaction from getting it himself. If cooking for a crowd, he uses normal methods like pole and line or just stunning the prey with Fishman Karate, but his preferred method is the one he was born with, stinging them to death with his tentacles.

He can mildly taste the poison in the finished product if eaten raw like sashimi, it gives it a certain piquancy he likes, similar to Magellan. Unlike Magellan, it doesn't give him issues because his body just reprocesses it, considering it a form of recycling.

Can drink seawater and is fine, the excess sodium and chlorine is used to make more toxin for his nematocysts and broken down in his body.

Extremely fast swimmer, able to pulsate his bell ten times a second like a jet engine.

Enjoys opera and theatre, escaping his problems for a while.

Trains with Fishman Karate 3 hours a day even when working and 6-10 when not. Views Jimbei as a rival, not in a toxic way, more so that he wants to be strong like him and have friendly sparring sessions with him since he respects his honour.

Takes a lot to get drunk due to his very high water percentage and two livers.

DIslikes bread as it absorbs water from his body and dehydrates him, also has a mild intolerance for processed carbohydrates since he's rather insulin sensitive.

Very talented artist, his paintings have very deep themes and are quite similar to Van Gogh's style. If he wasn't a pirate or a bounty hunter, he'd be a painter.

Doesn't like hot showers or baths since they cause thermal burns to his bell and jelly-like skin, prefers to use the ocean or cool/room temperature water at most.

Doesn't have a scent to him at all, just smells like salty water.

Bioluminescent, but prefers to keep it to himself since to his people, it's part of a mating ritual and is equivalent to flirting or pulling down your pants in public in Cubozan society. Sometimes triggered when surprised and there's a small glow when blushing.

Really good with kids, moderates his language around them and tries to be nice, he knows his appearance can be frightening. Will go absolutely ape shit if they're harmed. Extends to smaller beings like Chopper. Stems from the pain of losing his baby brother Malo and wanting to make sure no-one else that young ever has to know such pain.

Follows Fisher Tiger's beliefs and wants to end the cycle of hatred. When fighting humans, he tries not to go for lethal envenomation or strikes. The only time this rule is breached is when he fights the Marines, since they're responsible for the deaths of Aurelian, Tiger and Malo, the three he held closest to him and believes them irredeemable or when innocent children are threatened, at which point he will attack without mercy to end the fighting as quickly as possible.

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Open RP

Sitting on the beach, the small fire the Fishman had going was heating up as he had a small pile of various types of fish with him, a few squid too before noticing the newcomer. "If you're hungry, you can have some... But I'll have to cook it pretty well, I stung 'em. I can reabsorb the poison, it might just kill or sicken you..." He could fish normally with a line and pole, but he liked it when the prey ran so he could give chase. Scratched an itch in his bell, the predator's instinct...

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send "Maybe you should sit down," for receiver's muse to be standing in front of sender's, exhausted, pale, and covered in blood, for one reason or another

alternative: send "I'm okay..." for sender's muse to be the one covered in blood!

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Send me “I see” and I’ll tell you how my character perceives yours

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Go into my inbox and attack my muse

just attack them; hit them, tackle them, berate them etc

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Send me “I see” and I’ll tell you how my character perceives yours

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

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Entanglement Theory

(A starter for @buraiikan because it took a while to flesh out Chrysaoran before realizing I haven't posted for him. Set when Jimbei is Helmsman?)

Today was hard, painful. A pain that needed numbing, considering it should have been Malo's sixteenth. The thought of his lost brother made him ache, his tentacles twitched with reflexive anger as he took a long drink from the bottle of scotch he held, trying to use the burn to push down the sadness.

Everything seemed to drift apart, in time. The tighter he tried to hold onto the families he found, the more they slipped away. Aurelian, Fisher Tiger... The cubozan wasn't sure if he could take a third heartbreak. There was the siren song of Arlong's crew, his pure rage called to the darker places in his mind that wanted to take revenge on the humans for hurting Malo.

But no, that wasn't the path. Vengeance was self-destructive, he had to find better ways to honour the lost as he stood up. The hot sun was bad for his bell, he could feel it getting tight and sore. "Happy birthday, little one." Sniffing hard to force back tears, he finished the rest of the bottle. It'd take a lot more to get him drunk, even with his high water content.

The streets were nameless and repetitive as he walked down them, before someone caught his eye. Was today just taunting him with his past? No, this could be a good omen. A chance to catch up with an old friend... Perhaps a reminder to not let bonds break so easily as he softly approached, adjusting his kimono to reveal the red sun on his stomach, not that there were many cubozan fishmen.

"Jimbei..." Chrysaoran's voice was soft, hesitant. Time had calmed his rougher edges, placated the raw anger he used to feel as a younger man. The former sniper had matured, physically and emotionally. When the Sun Pirates split, he simply left, unable to choose a side. "You look well."

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Destiny Currents

(A starter for @cursedlane Jimbei) Blinking as he walked through the little port, desperate for another swim to rehydrate as he fiddled with his perpetually damp kimono, his jelly-like skin glistened in the sunlight. Something caught his eye as he approached. "Jimbei...?" The shorter jellyfish fish-man asked. "It's been... A long time." Chrysaoran admitted, the sun shimmering behind his bell-like head which looked like stained glass with the sunlight going through it, the cube-shaped organ quivered. The Sun Pirates under Fisher Tiger felt so very long ago...

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