#Commander Jiru

[stillxnunpxidintern]

I had a thought earlier this afternoon when I was out, about who are the best dancers of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Izou and Marco were at the top (This phoenix likes when Marco dances cause birds do mating dances).

Ace is in middle but I can see him moving to high middle.

Thatch is at the bottom with two left feet. While Thatch has amazing footwork when he's fighting but as soon as he's dancing with someone he suddenly has two left feet.

Top - Izou, Marco, Whitey, Tate, Vista, Haurta, Rayuyo,

Middle - Ace, Whitebeard in his youth/healthy, Fossa, Blenheim, Kingdew, Speedy Jiru

Bottom - Thatch, Joza, Namur, Blamenco, Curiel, Atmos,

I only did the commanders with Whitey and Tate. I did think about putting Oden, Toki and the some of the spade pirates on it but decided not.

[rabbit-piece]

If the Whitebeard Commanders had a Minecraft server

The people who play regularly: Ace, Jozu, Thatch, Blamenco, Namur, Haruta, Atmos

The people who play occasionally: Marco, Vista, Rakuyo, Curiel, Kingdew, Jiru, Izou

The people who never play: Blenheim, Fossa

Thatch is more than happy to be everybody's little housewife, staying at the base puttering around doing the crafting and building. Blamenco and Atmos are his usual assistants -- Atmos is really good at redstone and makes efficient farms that Thatch then makes pretty, Blamenco builds huge sprawling warehouses to neatly store all the resources and then goes on errands to collect those resources.

Jozu is the mole man, he lives in the mines. Occasionally he comes up to get more food or wood or to dump hundreds of stacks of various minerals and then he disappears again. Namur and Ace spend most of their time exploring and can usually be found in the nether. Haruta is also an explorer but mostly they're a terrible evil little cryptid who shows up, plays pranks, and then vanishes again. Everybody lives in fear of Haruta.

Rakuyo actually plays fairly often but nobody ever knows or sees him because he fucked 10,000 blocks off in a random direction the very first day and is still out there exploring. Sometimes he accidentally jumpscares the other explorers. Mostly if you know he's there it's because he crossed paths with Haruta, and now they've destroyed half a dozen chunks griefing each other.

Also into griefing, surprisingly, is Curiel. He Likes To Blow Stuff Up. Often he'll be the one who ends Haruta and Rakuyo's nonsense by just carpet bombing their whole war zone.

Jiru, Vista, and Marco play like normal people when they come hang out. Jiru likes horses and elytra and enjoys carrying messages or resources for people. Vista joins the nether boys, and Marco likes to hang out around everybody's bases. Sometimes Izou will show up and just sweep through the base decorating everything and tidying up the spaces that have been ignored, but tbh he doesn't play often.

Kingdew is basically a cryptid. He logs on when nobody else is playing, systematically breaks and rebuilds somebody's base one block to the left, then leaves again. Sometimes he leaves ominously-worded signs littered around the world for people to find, or puts player heads in peoples houses. He'll do this almost daily for a couple weeks and then, when everybody else is at each others throats wondering who tf is messing with everything, he'll stop. Haruta once found an entire torture dungeon built under their secret underground base. As far as anybody knows, Kingdew doesn't play Minecraft.

Blenheim and Fossa both have accounts and have been on the server a couple times, but mostly neither of them are super into it. Blenheim played long enough to figure out how to set up sound blocks and redstone to play Rolling Up, Rolling Down whenever someone enters the main base and then he never logged on again. Fossa doesn't mind watching Rakuyo play for a little while, but he's not super big on video games.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

The newspaper — the South Sea Gazette, apparently — is so old it practically crumbles under Ace’s fingers, the paper yellow and powdery with age, the edges disintegrating into nothing from however many years of being picked up and handled. The headline reads: Maniac Schoolteacher Slaughters Classroom. The photo on the front page shows a small schoolhouse, showing signs of wear and hodge-podge repair, like the town it belonged to couldn’t afford it’s upkeep but did their best anyway. The stairs leading up to the front door are bloody, and there’s more blood streaked across the windows from the inside. One small hand can be seen poking out the edge of the doorway, flopped limp across the floor. A group of Marines drag the “Maniac Schoolteacher” away from the scene of the crime in chains while he flails and struggles.

It… It’s Jiru. A very young Jiru, he can’t be any older than, god, maybe his early twenties? If that? He looks like he’s barely Ace’s age in this photo, and his face—

It’s not the face of a maniac who just went on a bloody rampage and murdered a bunch of kids. His hands and clothes are streaked with blood, but not nearly enough to account for the carnage implied behind him, and his face is wet with tears. The look in his eyes is one of such gut-wrenching despair that Ace has to tear his eyes away. The rest of the article is just — bullshit, Ace is sure, and the letters are dancing around and he doesn’t want to read it anyway so he doesn’t bother trying to make them quit goofing off and get back where they go. He just… stares blankly instead at where his hands are digging into the paper, crumbling it more under his grip.

“Ah,” Jiru says. “I should’ve put that away.”

Ace startles, whirls around. The fourteenth division Commander is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and shoulders slumped, eyeing Ace with an unreadable expression.

“I’m sorry,” Ace says, scrambling to put the paper back where he found it. “I’m — sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop. I was coming to see you about watch rotations. Pops said you’re in charge of that?”

“That I am.” Jiru enters his room. Ace has to scramble out of his way when he walks to the desk, lifting the newspaper up delicately — not like he’s handling something precious, but like he’s handling something that disgusts him. Or, maybe, something that bites. Something that hurts to touch. “The transfers from the Moby 3 haven’t been added to the Watch Rotation yet, and won’t be until we know how long repairs will take. That’s not why you were taken off the night watch. You were taken off of the night watch for your narcolepsy, and Tate scares me, so you’re not going back on the night watch unless there’s an emergency.”

“But—”

“No buts. She will stab me with needles.”

That’s… probably true. Ace still scowls at the unfairness of it all. He focuses on that — on the absolute crime that is all these damn people caring about his health and his wellbeing and his safety — so that he doesn’t have to focus on the paper while Jiru carefully slides it into an empty drawer and then locks that drawer shut. The key gets hung up on a hook by his desk, where it’s immediately covered by the fabric of the cloak that’s also hanging there.

“… You can ask,” Jiru says, after a moment. “It’s not a secret.”

Ace startles again, tears his eyes away from the closed drawer. Jiru’s face is still unreadable, but he doesn’t look angry, really. Ace bites his lip.

“What… happened?”

Jiru snorts. “Not did you do it?”

Ace snarls, “You didn’t do it.”

Now Jiru smiles. It’s a really shitty, awful, sad little smile, and Ace kind of hates it. “No,” he confirms. “I didn’t do it.”

He walks to his bed. Takes a seat. Scrubs a hand over his face. “… You ever hear that rumor about Gold Roger having a kid?”

Ace goes very, very still.

Jiru must see his reaction, but he must misunderstand it, because his smile grows — not sad anymore, but bitter and hurting and furious. “Yeah. Wasn’t ever anything but a rumor, mind you. Stories and gossip. The Marines didn’t have any leads, didn’t have any proof. Didn’t have anything but ‘somewhere in the South Blue’ and ‘somewhere between the ages of eight years old and literally an unborn fetus’.”

Here he chokes a laugh, flicks his fez off to scrub a hand over his shaved head. Takes a slow, shaking breath, and then another one. “… It wasn’t my kids,” he says. “Every one of them had fathers known and accounted for. It wasn’t any of my kids. But, hey, what’s logic in the face of justice?”

From somewhere far away, Ace is aware of the sensation of his own tongue, clicking dry against the back of his throat. His own voice, echoing down a distant tunnel. “If — if one of them was Roger’s son?” He hears himself ask. “What would you have done?”

Jiru looks at him for a moment, considering. Scratches over his head again. “Aw, hell, Ace, I dunno,” he says finally. “I’d like to say I would have scooped the kid up and ran for it, but… back then…” That fucking smile, all bitterness and regret. Ace really does hate that smile.

“Back then,” Jiru says, “I just wasn’t fast enough.”

[yandereonepieceimagines]

Hello! This is my first ever ask since I joined Tumblr! So, please hear me out.... Whitebeard Pirates. They deserve love too, you know!

Like just Whitebeard and the Division Commanders like Marco and the other Commanders. Thatch, Izou, Haruta, Jozu, Vista, Rakuyo, Speed Jiru, Blenheim, Blemenco, Namur, Kingdew, Atmos, Fossa, Curiel. With a marine reader, who is around 13 years old and one day had a job to take bounty poster pictures

And they captured and saw that he was great at picturing and they all quickly adored her. And, dubbed her as their favorite marine. Who still politely declines their offer to join them on the seas. But they aren't taking no as an answer

Thank you so much for sending me this ask! It’s truly an honor to be your first, in that regard. :P

I definitely plan on writing this adorable, obviously platonic, scenario, not just because of what I just mentioned, but especially because I can see the care and thought you put into your request. It’s genuinely appreciated.

That said, to stay true to the rules I’ve set, if you have the time and motivation to reply, I’ll need you to choose four division commanders to join Whitebeard on his unique quest to try and welcome our little reader into his family. I really wish I could make an exception, but I hope you understand.

Thanks again for reaching out! I’m truly looking forward to your reply!

[supermarine-silvally]

want me some yara and ace too

💘💘💘

Ask, and ye shall receive!! Here you are, dear Anon!! <3 This prompt ended up working really well with another one, so this is technically part 1 of 2!

Part 2 here!

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

“Alright, Fire Fist,” Haruta said, turning his attention to the young man in question. “You’re up next. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Leaning back with his hands locked behind his head, Ace flashed the surrounding group his most cocky grin. “And don’t make it a lame one, either. Do your worst; I can handle it.”

The participating Whitebeard Pirates let out a collective “oooooh!!”

“Don’t let your mouth write cheques you can’t cash, Ace!” Thatch said with a chuckle. 

“Oh, c’mon. How bad could it be?” Ace replied with a shrug. “Last time, I literally ate something that Teach licked. It can’t get worse than that.”

“Hmm…” Haruta’s brows puzzled together, seeming to take Ace’s words as a challenge. He tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought. Suddenly, his expression lit up. “Wait! I’ve got it.” A smirk rose to the Twelfth Division Commander’s lips. “Ace… I think I’ve found your one weakness.”

“Weakness?” Ace laughed confidently. “What, you want me to jump into the ocean? Cuz one of you’s gonna have to go pull me out.”

“No, no. This is far more dangerous than that.” A wicked glint flashed through Haruta’s eyes. “I dare you… to kiss Yara.”

Ace’s grin immediately vanished, heat flaring to his cheeks. His entire body suddenly felt as if it was burning; a sensation entirely unlike using his Devil Fruit. Those flames he could own; could control as if they were mere extensions of himself, bending to his whim. No, this heat was unpredictable and all-consuming, threatening to swallow him whole and leave nothing but a shattered heart amidst a pile of ashes. He wasn’t sure if there was anything that could actually burn fire, but if there was, he was certain it would feel something like this.  

The chorus of “oooohs!!” only crescendoed, compounded by raucous laughter, the other pirates immensely enjoying the Second Division Commander’s discomfort. 

Ace laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Okay. Ha ha. Very funny. Now give me a real dare.”

But Haruta’s eyes only narrowed. “That was it,” he stated, crossing his arms. “Kiss Yara. I’m dead serious.”

“C’mon, Ace!!” Curiel shouted. “You said you’d do anything!!” 

“Yeah!” Jiru grinned. “Give her a kiss already; we know you’ve been dying to!!”

A pit opened in Ace’s stomach as he came to the realization that the other Division Commanders weren’t going to simply let up. But for Yara’s sake… He shook his head emphatically. “Guys, no. That’s not fair. I can’t do that.” 

“Why not?”

The familiar voice grabbed his attention. Butterflies burst into his stomach as his gaze met the beautiful heterochromatic eyes that belonged to none other than the object of his affection. Yara sat down on a deck chair across from him, having just returned from refilling her mug. She balanced it on her lap, crossing one of her long, slender legs over the other.

“It’s-- I-- Because…” he stammered, his face going even redder. “I just-- I can’t.”

Yara merely stared back at him, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s only a game, Ace. I don’t mind.” Taking a sip of her beverage, she placed it down on the ground next to her. 

“Do it!!” Blamenco egged him on. 

Ace desperately turned to Marco for help, hoping that the level-headed First Division Commander would put him out of his misery, but Marco’s lips twitched into an amused smile instead. “What’re you waiting for? She said she’s okay with it, yoi.”

The crowd was full-on chanting now. “Kiss her!! Kiss her!! Kiss her!!”

Ace sighed. He was doomed either way. Shakily, he stood up, trying to ignore the cheers as he made his way across the deck and knelt down in front of her. His palms began to sweat, small licks of fire bursting off of his body.

“Oooh, someone’s nervous!!” Thatch teased.

“Shut it!” Ace snapped at him before turning his gaze towards Yara. 

He swallowed, his stomach twisting into knots. She really was the picture of loveliness, her long violet hair swept over her shoulder, golden hoop earrings glinting in the evening light. Her eyes-- one deep chocolate brown, the other ringed gold and piercing, like a hawk’s-- met his. The weight of those three words he’d been wanting to say to her since forever rested uncomfortably on the tip of his tongue, his heartbeat thumping hard and fast, as if it would burst through his ribcage at any second. But perhaps it would be fine if it did. It belonged to her, anyway. 

Ace began to lean in, the intoxicating scent of her vanilla lotion overwhelming him, his mind going hazy. Yara paralleled his movements, her head tilting at a slight angle. His hand rose, cradling the side of her face, his fingers tracing her jawline. Their noses brushed against each other as his eyes fluttered shut. The warmth of her breath ghosted against his lips, flooding his senses with desire. 

Yara…

You have no idea how much you mean to me…

How long I’ve wanted you…

But…

He stopped, his breath hitching. 

No. Not like this.

Ace’s eyes opened. Gently turning her head, he leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek.

 Boos rang out from the crowd as he pulled away, stepping back to give Yara her space. Surprise flickered across her face as her hand rose to her cheek, lightly touching where he had given her the kiss.

“C’mon, do it properly!!”

“Don’t chicken out!!”

“Hey, the dare was just to kiss her!” Ace snapped at them, picking up a balled-up napkin someone had tossed at him and throwing it right back into the crowd. “Haruta didn’t specify where!!”

He turned back to Yara, giving her a lopsided grin. “Sorry about that. I know they suck.”

But the look on Yara’s face was not one of relief; instead, he could’ve sworn he saw hurt flash through her eyes. 

Her expression quickly hardened. “It’s fine,” she said coldly. “I’ve had enough of this childish game, anyways.”

Ace’s heart sank as she grabbed her beer and strode away, heading for the living quarters. Had he really made her so uncomfortable, just with a kiss on the cheek? Or was there something else? His shoulders drooping, he made his way back over to his spot and plopped down next to Marco. He had decided long ago to live without regret, but…

Pressing his face into his hands, he let out a massive sigh. What the hell had he just done?

it got sort of angsty there at the end i'm sorry anyways tagging @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

[halcyon-days-no-more]

Crossover Fic Idea: Mandalorian Whitebeard Pirates

The Whitebeard Pirates or in this 'verse I'm thinking Clan Cin Vhetin (lit. "white field"/fresh start/clean slate) is one of the biggest if not the biggest clan in the Mandalorian sector. The reason for this is that their clan head Edward Newgate, an especially large Esoomian with white facial tendrils instead of blue-gray like the rest of him, hasn't met another sentient that he wasn't willing to say the Gai bal manda - the adoption vow to.

The result is a family the size of a not so small invasion force. Like seriously more than one family get together away from their usual territory has caused a panic.

The most famous of his ade (children):

Marco the Rising Phoenix, known for his mastery with a jetpack. (I'm thinking Marco's a Rishi or an Omwati though I'm leaning toward the latter. Though a Firrerreo's healing factor would fit him well)

Diamond Jozu (I'm think he's a Vaathkree, to keep with his devil-fruit)

Thatch - (Near Human, Stew Jon variant. Or Besalisk with a very prominent crest on his head. Dex can't be the only one to use those extra arms to be awesome in the kitchen)

Flower Sword Vista (Considering he could produce flower petals out of thin air without a devil-fruit I'd write him as one of the sentient plant species like a Neti)

Blamenco (I'm was thinking a marsupial species on account of his pocket-pocket devil fruit, but the only sentient one on wookiepedia I can find - sort of - are Hutts who apparently have a brood pouch. He could be an odd Hutt that stuck to the old warrior ways).

Rakuyo - (I wasn't sure on the species, but maybe a Quarren? - blame the mustache) He is always accompanied by his faithful droid MAE-C.

Namur - (Karkarodon is the only species that fits)

Brenheim - (Falleen)

Curiel - (Mirialan)

Kingdew - (Trandoshan)

Haruta - Haruta's always protrayed in fics as the smallest of the commanders even though they're a good head taller than Ace. Design wise I like a Frozian for Haruta. They would just need away for them to have access to a low gravity enviroment

"Water Buffalo" Atmos - (Chagrian)

Speed Jiru - (I'm not sure.)

Fossa - (I'm not sure - seriously we did not get enough of these characters to know them at all.)

Izo - He's originally from Wild Space. (I'm thinking Izo is a Twi'lek or a Togruta and I'm leaning towards the latter.)

Portgas D. Ace - (Firrerreo - though I'm entertaining the idea that all D's have Sith (the species) in their ancestry).

[ethio-jobs]

Akkataa faayiloota flash drive  keenya irratti nu jala dhokataan ittin argachuu dandeenyu

Step aramaan gadii kana hordoffaa:-  1. Flash drive keessan kompiitara keessanitti galchaa. 2. Qubee flash drive keessan irraa jiru addaan baafadhaa.(ilaala), fakkeenyaaf . D, E. ta’uu danda’a. 3.  Kompiitara keessam irraa CMD/Command prompt/ Banaa. 5. Erga CMD/ Command prompt / . Fakkeenyaaf, yoo qubeen Flash keessan irraa jiru E ta’e, E: barreessiitii keyboard keessan irraa Enter Tuqaa. Sana…

[theartgremlin2]

Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to?

Technically not a clone boy, but she’s my favorite clone. Had to put ‘er at the top of the list :)

I’ll take that, thank you

I GIVE HIM KITH <333333

Crosshair is an interesting case. Cuz I really, really didn’t like him. Like, at all. Then I had a think about him, and now he’s my second favorite XD

BABY!! BABY BOY!!! I love him so much I give him kith too 😚 mwah!

@hugs-and-kisses-to-all-clones @crosshairs-husband @rain-on-kamino @attacking-those-pesky-kyojins @purgetrooper77 @errondaperson @moss-tombstone @queen-jiru @itszerohz @commander-neyo only if you want to!

Let's start a chain with our fave copy paste boys.

[xamaxenta]

👀 abo au where ace is apart of the wb pirates and a commander but not with Marco for whatever reason and suddenly decides he wants a baby. He not even in heat and he just marches up to Marco in the middle of a commanders drink and bitch meeting and goes “I want a baby you will give me a baby” and Marco suddenly has the air expression and attitude of a bird who suddenly hit a window.

He agrees of course once he’s treated for shock lest someone else snap up the offer but Jesus ace literally stopped his heart there for a second

Ace standing up with a clatter, zeroes in on Marco like I have something to say.

Marco looks up from his bingo card mildly like oh? Bingo?

“Ever since Stacy got pregnant I’ve realised I’ve been super jealous.” Ace looks positively adorable with the flush of alcohol burning beneath his freckles.

“Of stacy?” Thatch speaks up, struggling not to laugh at the way Ace sways on his feet.

“Not stacy, the pregnancy.” Ace retorts, almost knocks the bingo cage over. Atmos rescues it at the last second and calls the next number G4

Marco frowns, luck was clearly not on his side tonight, Bingo night never was honestly. Ace slaps a palm down beside his mat, disturbing his neat row of tokens.

“We’re together right?” Ace smells like honey mead and crackling firewood. Marco rests his head against Ace’s offered hip, he doesnt ask but knows hes always welcome to enjoying the omega’s closeness

“Sure.” Marco agrees amiably.

“Wanna be a daddy forreal?” Ace murmurs, his voice too hot and too close all of a sudden and Marco jerks back, knee coming up defensively out of surprise.

“Holy shit.” Izou mutters in the dead silence that ensues.

“Because of STACY.” Thatch stage whispers, hand over his mouth as he looks at Marco and then Ace who has all but climbed into Marco’s vacant lap.

“Shut up, Stacy is a lovely woman.” Namur hisses from beneath the table, searching for his bingo that Marco just ruined with the knee table collision, he knew they shouldve written down the draws.

“Yeah but she kinda looks like a dog tho.” Haruta snickers and Jiru elbows them, protective of his division as per usual.

“I cant believe Ace called Marco daddy legitimately this might be the best day of my life?” Haruta continues without a lick of shame.

“Please stop.” Marco mumbles, preoccupied, with a lapful of squirmy and clearly aroused omega. He’s very focused, on keeping his heart beating that is.

“Okay daddy.” Haruta wolf whistles when Ace’s hands go to shove at the lapels of Marco’s shirt, fingers clawing sloppy at his broad shoulders.

“Ace, maybe we should talk about this when youre sober? Please?” Marco wont be able to say no otherwise.

Ace looks down at him from his throne of muscle and sharp hipbones, “I need it Marco,” the petulance in his voice really reminds him of just how young Ace really is

“Ok, can we talk about this later? I think Namur just won and I need to know if hes cheating again.” Marco can practically feel the way Ace bristles on his lap but he hooks an arm around his waist, hand possessive in the small of the omegas back to placate him.

“Right so who was going to tell me Namur rigged the mats?”

[holykillercake]

Piña Coladas 

pairing: Marco x Reader

word count: 2k

summary:  You are loyal to your captain and your team, so you would do everything to win. Even shoot your boyfriend. 

highlight: ¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨

warning: implied smut

notes: Guys, I really want to thank each and every one of you for the love and support <3 Also, picture this as a crossover between laser tag and paintball!

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Ok, assholes, listen up!¨ your freckled captain uttered loudly due to the music blasting outside of your headquarter. ¨They have Haruta and Speed Jiru, those sneaky bastards, so we´re gonna have to be careful here, ok? They also have an extra person compared to us! So focus the fuck up!¨

The Whitebeard Pirates made a strategic stop at the Sabaody Archipelago for provisions, which meant that it was time for the Division Commanders and Whitebeard´s left-hand and only daughter, you, to engage in your periodic Bubble Laser Tag battle. 

The teams were sorted out, and one would always have an extra member. The team captains were for the first time, Ace and Marco. And despite loving the First Division Commander, you were obliged to take a vow to serve and honor your team and your captain as long as the game ran. 

¨Y/N you´re the faster one here and the smallest, so I´m counting on you.¨ you saluted him ¨Izo, you´re the best sniper we have, so place your freckled butt in a strategic place and shoot the fuck out of those motherf-¨

¨OI, OI, OI, OI!¨ all of you shouted at Ace.

¨Calm down, cowboy! Don´t you think you´re taking this far too seriously?¨ 

¨No! Do you know when was the last time I was captain?! And do you know how many losses in a row I have?! This is my pride, Y/N! You´re with me or against me?!¨

You couldn´t face him without laughing, he was just so stupid sometimes. But you made sure to let him know that you were on his side - not that you had a choice, though. 

The teams were called The Bird Brains and The Freckled Butts. Yes, the captains chose each other´s team's name, and naturally, nothing good could come out of it. The worst part was having to run around with a tag that said ¨Freckled Butt¨ on your gear. 

In Ace´s team, you had, well, you, Thatch, Izo, Fossa, Namur, Blamenco, and Kingdew, and in Marco´s team were Vista, Haruta, Speed Jiru, Atmos, Curiel, Jozu, Blenheim, and Rakuyo. 

¨They will definitely use Jozu and Atmos as sacrificial lambs to get to us.¨ Thatch pointed out. 

¨Ok, so we´re leaving them to you, Izo.¨ Ace spoke.

¨I´m guessing Haruta and Jiru will be doing the same as Izo, hiding somewhere and making surprise attacks.¨

The rules were pretty simple:

1) No Devil Fruit ability could be used. Not after Ace almost burned the entire place to the ground once. 

2) You didn´t have to stay on the ground. You could use whatever you had at your disposal to climb the walls or even the ceiling. 

3) If the captain is out, the team is out. 

¨Ok. So, Thatch, you´ll cover for me; Namur will cover for Blamenco, and Kingdew will cover for Fossa. Izo and Y/N will go solo.¨ you furrowed your eyebrows.

¨Wait, I´m not covering Izo?¨

¨No, Y/N. You are our special pawn.¨ he said in a devilish and malicious tone. ¨I said I want a glorious victory this time. Your job will be to end this game as soon as possible.¨

¨Still not following, Fire-Fist.¨

¨We´ll make sure no one gets to you while you go find your birdie and end him!¨ he burst in a maniac laugh. 

¨You really think Marco is that stupid?!¨

¨No, but he´s a man, Y/N.¨ you gasped, outraged. 

You faced your crewmates, all of them smirking at you.

¨What are you now, a pimp?! Izo, say something, defend my honor!¨ 

¨I would Y/N, but not only he´s my captain today... he´s kinda right.¨

¨Besides, we´re all very familiar with you guys getting business done.¨ Thatch rested his arm on your shoulders. At this point, internal bleeding caused by severe embarrassment was killing you not so softly.

¨You know what? I think I´ll kill you all first!¨ you threatened the commanders.

The entire arena turned red, and a loud 10 seconds countdown began. You put your goggles down and tightened your grip on the gun, comrades doing the same.

¨We´re counting on you, Y/N. Put your freckled butt to work!¨ Ace said and stormed out before you could beat him. 

Still analyzing his request and your options available, you decided to stay hidden in the shadows. Head down, and powder dry - or paint wet. 

The music was so intense you could feel your lungs vibrating with every beat, sometimes knocking the oxygen out. The whole place was dark with colorful light beams flashing in every direction. 

After 5 minutes of resting in the shadows, you opted for what you thought would be the best thing to do, plus you had the benefit of being smaller than those brutes, so you fit in places they didn´t. 

And you just had found yourself the perfect spot right behind the stage lights at the top of the arena. Getting up there was a little tricky, the light rays almost blinded you - plus the risk of you being caught - and you were not sure you could hide there. Technically it was not against the rules.

¨If I were a hot birdie piña colada, where would I be?¨ you tried to channel into your lover´s brain.

That was actually a good hideout, you spot many of the commanders running around the field. You loved how they took it seriously as if their lives depended on it.  

A loud buzz played every time someone was eliminated, although they didn´t say from which team unless it was the captain. You´ve heard zero buzzes so far, showing how inspired and determined they were. 

You finally decided to follow your captain´s order when 10 minutes passed, and no one had gotten eliminated. Your stomach craved for food and you were really bored. 

You´d always choose the biggest arena since guys like Kingdew and Jozu wouldn´t fit in the normal one. So this one was larger, taller, and had more obstacles. Bubbles in all shapes and sizes, picturesque barricades, and tricky mirrors. Finding Marco was going to be tough... if you didn´t have a card in your sleeve. 

Again, it was not against the rules, and you wanted to eat something. Besides, this victory was more meaningful to Ace than to Marco. So you took your lover´s vivre card from your pocket and placed it on your palm, waiting for it to guide you. 

¨Bingo!¨ you spot a fluffy pineapple crown not so far from you. The problem was to reach him before he moved again. 

Your plan was not to shoot him from the distance, you knew better than that. You were going to approach, engage naturally and eliminate the target. Based on the field, the track he took so far, and his usual train of thought, you had a good guess of what he was planning to do.

The path he was taking led you to believe that he was advancing towards a barricade, a good place to hide, but that would offer him no visibility of his opponents. Was he planning to lay low while the rest of you killed each other? That didn´t sound like him. 

 The job that had been entrusted to you within the Whitebeard Pirates was to analyze each mission´s goal, come up with several different plans of approach - or attack - and predict the possible failures or setbacks. And you did all of that alongside Whitebeard himself, and all sixteen commanders. So, to guess the strategy Marco was going for would be easier than steal a child's candy.

Well, actually, you were able to guess his final destination, not his strategy. 

Without losing any more time, you ran and hid behind the barricade, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. 

¨Whatever.¨ you thought.

¨Don´t shoot!¨ you squealed and threw both hands in the air.

¨Really, Y/N? This is how you play?¨ Marco asked, putting his gun down.

¨When I am hungry, yes!¨ you bent slightly, faking an exhausted state. 

¨What are you doing here, yoi?¨

¨Looking for Izo, I was supposed to cover for him.¨ you struggled with the weird sensation of lying to Marco. 

He hummed and leaned against the wall, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. The lightning was awful, but it was enough for you to see his messy hair and those lazy eyes that made you almost forget the mission. 

¨Why are you staring, yoi?¨ he gave you a smirk and a quick nod. 

¨Nothing. Uhm...¨ you bit your lip as the butterflies started to go insane inside of you ¨...it´s so rare to see you carrying a gun...¨

The first commander watched you with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin ¨Yeah, so?¨

The two of you entered a parallel universe, the lights changed according to the muffled beat of the music. And it was hot. Flaming hot, burning hot.

 Your breath was slow but heavy, and your mouth ran dry with adrenaline on your veins. Not because of a stupid plan or stupid game but because he made you lose whatever control you had over your body and mind. 

You let go of the gun and raised your hand until your fingers touched the skin of his face, tracing a slow path to his parted lips. He watched you like you were a rare creature, an angel forgiving his sins or a siren taking his life. His large hand held yours, and he placed kisses on your fingers, the same fingers that would pull the trigger by the end of this. You wondered if he already knew. 

Marco hooked his finger on the belt holders of your jeans and turned you, making you hit the wall, and oxygen left your lungs in a puff. Didn´t take long until he attacked your neck, tasting your salty skin. Your fingers pulled his hair as your body arched involuntarily, cold shivers reaching every part of you. 

His eyes were soaked in lust when he stopped marking your neck and stared at you like a hungry predator. Your teary eyes traveled to his chest looking for his tattoo, but it was covered by the stupid gear. 

¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨ you spoke. 

He leaned to your ears and said in a whisper ¨Then uncover it.¨

He was teasing you, he knew what you were supposed to do and was torturing you. 

¨I-I can´t...¨ your voice came out weak ¨I... I have to-¨

¨What, yoi?¨ his grin was malicious.

¨I have to shoot you.¨ 

Marco leaned again, getting really close to your lips but never touching them. Instead, he took your paint gun and put it in your hand. You laughed, asking yourself if you truly believed you would be able to fool him. He gave a quick kiss before stepping back so you could end your mission. 

¨You really don´t mind letting Ace win?¨ 

¨Ace can have the victory.¨  he shrugged ¨I have something better, yoi¨

You blushed with his comment, and fireworks exploded in your chest.

¨I love you, bird brain.¨

¨I love you... freckled butt.¨ he laughed, probably embarrassed for the name he chose.

¨This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.¨ you raised the gun to his gear. 

¨I hope so, yoi.¨

¨Ready?¨

¨You know I´ll make you pay for this later, right, yoi?¨

¨I´d be disappointed if you weren´t planning to.¨

[pops-and-kids]

2021 WHITEBEARD CREW HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

BOO!!! Halloween is upon us!! May ye be blessed with spooks galore and more candy then you should eat in one sitting! I cant remember if I did one last year, but here's the yearly list of what costumes the commanders have decided to wear!

Pops: Spirit Guardian (Got inspired by Bleach's Spirit Society stuff. He has glowing paint on too)

Marco: The White Rabbit from Alice In Wonderland

Ace: Grimm Reaper (Got a hoodie-cloak and scythe for this)

Jozu: Gundam-esque robot

Thatch: SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS SEND SHIVERS--

Vista: Literally a bunny girl outfit. Why.

Blamenco: Munchlax

Rakuyo: Punk Princess Peach + Chain-Chomp Macey

Namur: Robo-shark Blenheim: Baseball player (No one knows where he got the costume) Curiel: Shrapnel filled marine zombie

Kingdew: Phantom of the Opera Haruta: Werekitten (Again.) Atmos: Pops (He's loving every second of this)

Jiru: Armadillo lizard based reptile person

Fossa: Low effort demon (Just a suit, red horns, and a tail) Izou: Tengu

[rabbit-piece]

Whitebeard Commanders Rizz Check

Jozu shoots his shot by teasing you and gifting you with little trinkets he made, but he doesn't actually like to talk much, so all his flirting is just *stares at you adoringly* *gets caught* *smiles, waves, and walks away.* Doesn't hide that he's into you but also doesn't push for anything more, he'd let you come to him if you're interested.

Thatch is absolutely a flirt but he's also very approachable about it. He'll offers to buy you chicken wings instead of a drink at the bar, and conversation with him feels effortless. Farmer's Market Hot/Boy Next Door kinda rizz, but with that bad boy spice when you find out he's a pirate. Also a man who can cook automatically gets a +16 hotness boost.

Vista's Casanova ass are you kidding me? This man needs to stop rizzing people up, it's becoming an actual problem. Vista enters conversations tits-first, kisses the back of your hand, calls you Spanish pet names and offers to teach you how to tango right then and there. His cologne smells amazing and his hair is like silk. Somebody nerf this bastard.

Blamenco is too shy and nervous to ever attempt to rizz anybody up, but if he did he'd absolutely flirt like a butch lesbian. Hey darlin', want to sip this iced tea he made you while he does skillful handyman repairs around your house, listens to you talk, and validates all your emotions and experiences? Actually tbh he would do that even if he wasn't trying to rizz you up. This man is Overwhelmingly husband material.

Rakuyo shoots his shot by chattering about the history of shipbuilding with exact dates and locations while scrawling incredibly detailed diagrams all over the napkins, getting too excited and knocking a drink all over himself, and then being genuinely startled and impressed when you show him a trick for getting wine stains out of fabric. He loves when somebody can teach him something. Maybe you could give him some more advanced lessons? He's a very attentive student, *wink wink*

Namur has that nerdy shyboy rizz. Nervously approaches you in a game shop to compliment all you nerd merch and then when you compliment him back he'll turn purple and start stuttering. Talks with you about favorite Pokemon gens and which anime openings get stuck in your head, shows you the elaborate DM screen he designed and made himself. You think probably he just wants to be friends but then he sees someone being an asshole and steps up to do something about it and you're reminded Oh Shit Actually This Guy Is A Shark. Not A Cinnamon Roll, A Big Fucking Shark, A Shark--!

Blenheim doesn't even really need to work for it honestly he's a hot older man with those vibes where you know he knows how to fuck and he has the most interesting stories to tell with that smooth, confident way he speaks, his salt-and-pepper beard, his big, strong hands. It's not rizz it's genuine understated charisma and we're all lucky he hasn't ever been as girl-crazy as Vista because frankly two of them on one ship would be too damn much.

Curiel doesn't know how to flirt and at this point he refuses to learn but he does have that energy of a man who's very big and very strong and very gentle, and he'd speak to you warmly and call you little one and make hilariously terrible dad jokes and we all know that would be more than enough for some people.

Kingdew has no rizz just huge muscles an extremely deep voice and many unsettling things to say.

Haruta is obnoxious and rizzless. Point this out to them and they will throw a tantrum about it, which will both be entertaining and serve to prove your point.

Atmos used to have a ton of rizz back in the day. He had that "I'm a bad motherfucker, but I like poetry too" kind of thing going on. Friendly, easy to get along with, intelligent without being pretentious, playful without being abrasive, capable of carrying a conversation. Atmos could get it. Not so much since the brain damage though. No, not anymore.

Jiru's quick silver tongue and big doe eyes and dimples aren't quite as dangerous as Vista's tits but that's mostly because Jiru doesn't weaponize them as often as Vista does. For all his friendliness and skill with managing social situations, Jiru doesn't actually like people very much. That said, he's absolutely not above flirting his way out of a problem he can't run through with his lance.

Fossa does not have rizz he has paranoid delusions and a chain-smoking habit. Leave him alone. Go away.

[your-yvonna]

Whitebeard pirates chaos games.

Was talking with friends on the  Watashitachi wa Roger kaizoku desu Discord and we came up with a list of kids games that the whitebeard pirates play by division.  Please feel free, Nay, encouraged to write stories using this list.

Wb: Father may i? 

Division Commander #01: Marco the Phoenix -marco polo 

Division Commander #02: Fire Fist Portgas D. Ace - hide and seek 

Division Commander #03: Diamond Jozu - red rover 

Division Commander #04: Thatch - patty cake 

Division Commander #05: Flower Sword Vista -ghost in the graveyard 

Division Commander #06: Blamenco - denden mushi (telephone/Rumor) 

Division Commander #07: Rakuyo -jump rope 

Division Commander #08: Namur - shanks and minnows 

Division Commander #09: Blenheim - Tree (where everyone tries to pull down/make the tree fall)

Division Commander #10: Curiel - Tag 

Division Commander #11: Kingdew - red light green light 

Division Commander #12: Haruta -heads up seven up 

Division Commander #13: Water Buffalo Atmos - freeze dance 

Division Commander #14: Speed Jiru -speed 

Division Commander #15: Fossa -freeze tag 

Division Commander #16: Izo -concentration

[my-muses-in-op]

“...You want me to shoot this asshole?” -Akari (relating to the Ace ask) //askthedragonheartcrew

@askthedragonheartcrew related to this ask

Haruta, Vista and Jiru looked like they really wanted to say yes, but Fossa spoke before any of them could. “While that would be entertaining, don’t waste bullets on people like them. You can hit them though.” He wasn’t above vilence when someone insulted his family and the rookie sure had hit a nerve. However, shooting people like them was just a waste of bullets. Maybe letting them taste the metal of a sword would be teaching them a lesson not to rile up the Whitebeard Pirates.

A menaching grin spread on Haruta’s lips. “We should teach them a lesson, shouldn’t we? I wonder if they’ll think my sword is tasty. They did questioning our power, so shouldn’t we let them have a taste of our power?” The young former 12th division commander unsheeted his sword, eyes shining dangerously.

“If you think we won’t waste energy on you, you’re wrong, Rookie. After all, we need to set an example for what happens when you try to rile us up. We are still pirates.” Jiru clenched his spear, lowering it in an attack position.

Vista also unsheeted his swords. “Do you like flowers?” He asked the rookie.

Fossa raised a brow at his brother’s words and actions, but knew that they would only attack, if the rookie attacked first or kept insulting them and their family. It was now up to the rookie how this would end. Well, he couldn’t promise that the rookie wouldn’t get bruised, as he wasn’t sure whether Akari would actually punch them or follow the commander’s lead. Fossa didn’t unsheeted his sword, but he did have his hand on the handle, just to show he too wasn’t above figthing.

[luscaina]

Whitebeards Headcanons

Edward Newgate aka Whitebeard

Ultimate Grandpa

Loves his rowdy kids

Will fuck your shit up

Absolutely terrifying in battle

Claims not to spoil his kids but secretly does

1st Commander: Marco the Phoenix

Cool and Collected™

internally somehow stresses over nothing constantly

secretly mischievous

chanting under his breath as he sorts out preventable bullshit #23 of this week: "i love all my siblings equally, i love all my siblings equally, i lov"

Can and Will Kill you in an instant if you hurt his family

2nd Commander: Portgas D. Ace

semi-responsible rowdy boy

always down to brawl

*walks into a mannequin* "i'm terribly sorry"

sunshine smile and youthful freckles to hide Angst and Depression

a vaguely functional Bi who is a bit Dumb at times

3rd Commander: Diamond Jozu

Just Goes With It

Responsible

*long suffering sigh*

likes to play with Kotatsu by making him chase light reflections from his diamonds

regularly plays chess with Marco

4th Commander: Thatch

Dramatic™

it’s all fun and good until someone starts crying

“i have never done anything wrong ever in my entire life”

gives the best hugs

vaguely terrifying when truly enraged

5th Commander: Flower Vista

always smells pleasantly like flowers

owns a whole cabinet of top hats bc he loses them so frequently

will offer you a tissue and then proceeds to pull out a never-ending string of colourful handkerchiefs out of his sleeve

tends to a small garden of flowers

someone once accidentally stepped on his prized rosebush and he nearly burst into tears

6th Commander: Blamenco

chaotic neutral

stashes everyone’s hidden snacks in his pockets in exchange for a portion of said snack

equal amounts respected as feared amongst the crew

all the stories of his life experiences sound like a bad acid trip

but then again it’s Blamenco so it’s better to not question it

7th Commander: Rakuyo

surprisingly clumsy

feeds his weapon table scraps

sleeps with a nightcap

will write “I Told You So” on your tombstone

cries easily at Ballads

8th Commander: Namur

“what do you mean Ace is overboard again??”

Tired Of Your Bullshit

loves the ocean but always worries how deadly it can be to his family

Sarcastic to the point he accidentally sassed himself

has the shiniest teeth

9th Commander: Blenheim

Grumpy Old Man

actually v soft

probably speaks with an irish accent

“STOP BLOWING HOLES INTO MY SHIP!”

low-key worried about everyone smaller than him

10th Commander: Curiel

a bit trigger-happy

“have you ever fired a cannon?” - “no?” - “wELL WOULD YOU LIKE TO”

Public Enemy Nr.1 in the eyes of the shipwrights

always a notebook in hand in case he gets new ideas for inventions

known to barricade himself in his workshop only to emerge three days later to eat one slice of toast and then promptly passing out at the table

11th Commander: Kingdew

cuts his own hair and Izo weeps silently

doesn’t like it when friends fight

a stressbaker

*punches a guy straight into next sunday* “remember kids, violence is never the answer”

your personal hype man

12th Commander: Haruta

Local Gremlin

probably swipes at everyone’s ankles

regularly teams up with Thatch and Ace for pranks

surprisingly noble and prince-ly attitude

will fight you to the Death for the last cookie

13th Commander: Atmos

only communicates in grunts

befriends so many birds bc he keeps feeding them

loves mini-sandwiches

apologises profusely whenever he accidentally squishes something

“Atmos SMASH”

14th Commander: Speed Jiru

never speaks in contractions

teaches his comrades who weren’t able to have an education

*milt kahl head swaggle*

meticulously polishes his weapons

“maybe tis because thee art a, how doest Ace sayeth, a Major Bitch”

15th Commander: Fossa

chainsmoker

“i’ve got your four basic food groups – beans, bacon, whiskey and lard!”

when asked about his scar he always tells a different story

always smells like smoke and metal

once when he was taking a nap, someone jokingly put a cigar in his mouth and to everyones horror he ate it

16th Commander: Izo

Dramatique™

Flawless Boss Ass Bitch

has many talents, crew suspects he is an Omniscient Being

wanna get your ass beat swiftly? mess with his makeup or fabrics

Absolute Nightmare When Angery

[chanoyu-to-wa]

Nampō Roku, Book 2 (53):  (1587) Ninth Month, Twenty-sixth Day.

53) Ninth Month, Twenty-sixth day¹.

[◦ Two-mat room².]

◦ [Guests:]  Terumoto [輝元]³, Sōmu [宗無]⁴, Sōun [宗雲]⁵.

    Everything was the same as on the night of the Second⁶.

_________________________

¹Ku-gatsu nijū-roku nichi [九月廿六日].

    The date was October 27, 1587, in the Gregorian calendar.

    The time of day when this gathering took place is, oddly, not mentioned.  However, because it is referenced in the subsequent two entries without comment (when a night gathering is being referred to, Rikyū seems to generally include that fact in his comments), morning or afternoon seems most likely.

²Though not mentioned, the room would have been the same one -- Rikyū’s two-mat room -- as on the Second, the gathering that the present chakai mirrors.

³Terumoto [輝元].

    This was Mōri Terumoto [毛利輝元; 1553 ~ 1625], a daimyō-nobleman (as gon-chūnaigon [権中納言] he held the Third Rank); and who, eventually, served as a member of Hideyoshi’s Council of the Five Great Elders [go-tairō [五大老] as well).

    While history has suggested that he was of below-average talent with regard to military matters, and so had little personal impact on the destiny of the nation*, he seems to have been an avid practitioner of chanoyu, and one of Rikyū's most cherished disciples†. __________ *This negative assessment may have been enhanced as a result of the Tokugawa propaganda campaign against Terumoto (since he was nominally the general commander of the Seigun [西軍], which opposed Ieyasu's Tōgun [東軍] at the battle of Sekigahara -- though Mōri Terumoto was not personally present on the battlefield).

†The great disparity in their ages suggests that Rikyū harbored a paternal affection for the much younger Lord Terumoto.

⁴Sōmu [宗無].

    This was the machi-shū Sumiyoshi-ya Sōmu [住吉屋 宗無; 1534 ~ 1603*], who is also known as Yamaoka Hisanaga [山岡久永].  He was a wealthy townsman from Sakai, and also a highly respected chajin†, and served as one of Hideyoshi’s “Eight Masters of Tea” (sadō hachi-nin-shū [茶頭八人衆]).  At other gatherings described in Rikyu's several kaiki that were attended by Konishi Yukinaga, Sōmu is also present, suggesting that he may have been one of Yukinaga's retainers, or perhaps a tea friend.

    Interestingly, Sōmu was one of the guests at Rikyu's gathering on the second (which the present chakai replicates).  Perhaps, being familiar with the utensils and arrangements, Sōmu was present primarily to assist Mōri Terumoto (who may still have been fairly inexperienced regarding the particulars of chanoyu). ___________ *Certain accounts suggest that Sōmu may have died in 1595, at the time when Sakai was razed on Hideyoshi’s orders (as a punishment for the city-state’s opposition to his invasion of Korea).

†Sōmu is said to have first studied chanoyu under Jōō, and then later with Rikyū (though, given his high standing with both Nobunaga and Hideyoshi, this latter assertion might be a revisionist opinion popularized by the Sen family during the Edo period; more likely, he was simply a member of the faction that eventually coalesced around Rikyū some years after Jōō's death).

    Sumiyoshi-ya Hisanaga studied Zen under Shunoku Sōen [春屋宗園; ? ~ 1611], from whom he received the name Sōmu [宗無] -- which he used as his professional name later in life.

‡This gathering seems to have been the inspiration for the upcoming Kitano ō-cha-no-e [北野大茶の會].

⁵Sōun [宗雲].

   Possibly* one of the senior monks of the Nanshū-ji -- though this person has, in fact, not been identified. __________ *The name Sōun [宗雲] is known to have been used by several historical monks, though none of those identified lived during the sixteenth century -- which does not, of course, mean that there was no such person.  Whomever he was, he seems not to have left any more mark on history than his mention in this kaiki.

⁶Banji futsu-ka dō-zen [萬事二日同前].

    This means that the utensils, the arrangement of the room*, and the menu for the kaiseki, were the same as at the night gathering that Rikyu hosted on the Second†.

￮ Shoza‡:

◦ Rikyū's Yoku-ryō-an hōgo [欲了庵法語];

◦ the ko-arare uba-guchi kama [小霰姥口釜] (often referred to as the Hyakkai-gama [百會釜] due to its being known to Edo period practitioners primarily through its mention in that document).

◦ Rikyū's ruri-suzume kōgō [瑠璃雀香合] and a go-sun-hane [五寸羽] were arranged on the tsuri-dana.

￮ Goza**:

◦ the kakemono remained hanging in the tokonoma, with the chabana†† (in Rikyū's prized Tsuru no hito-koe [鶴ノ一聲]‡‡ hanaire, shown below) arranged on the floor of the toko in front of it;

◦ Shōzan katatsuki chaire [松山肩衝茶入] on a maru-bon [丸盆]***;

◦ hikkiri [引切] (placed in association with the central kane)†††;

◦ the Soto-ga-hama ido chawan [外ヵ浜井戸茶碗];

◦ an ori-tame [折撓];

◦ Rikyū's Shigaraki mizusashi [信樂水指];

◦ mimi-guchi mizu-koboshi [耳口水飜].

    The menu for the kaiseki apparently would have consisted of hoshi-na saku-saku-jiru [干菜サク〰汁] (miso-shiru containing coarsely chopped dried greens -- usually the leaves of the daikon [大根] and kabura [蕪], Japanese turnip), ume-katsuo [梅鰹] (mashed ume-boshi mixed with the katsuo-boshi and kombu -- the latter cut into small pieces -- left over from making the miso-shiru), yu-namasu [柚膾] (a sort of raw salad made from julienned daikon, carrot, and slivers of yuzu rind, dressed with a mixture of rice vinegar, soy sauce, and mirin); with fu-no-yaki [麩の焼] and grilled, salted shiitake [椎茸] as the kashi.

__________ *In the chakai on which the present one is based, Rikyū tried a new arrangement by placing the futaoki in the middle of the mat.  This derived from a practice associated with the old 1.5-mat room that had fallen into disuse along with that setting.

†In other words, the second day of the Ninth Month of Tenshō 15 (October 3, 1587).  The post describing that gathering is entitled Nampō Roku, Book 2 (50):  (1587) Ninth Month, Second Day, Night.

   The URL URL for the post that details that chakai is:

https://chanoyu-to-wa.tumblr.com/post/184419990291/namp%C5%8D-roku-book-2-50-1587-ninth-month

‡With respect to the kane-wari:  the toko held the kakemono, and so was han [半]; the room had the kama in the ro, and so was also han [半]; and the tana supported the kōgō and habōki, arranged side by side (with each contacting a different kane), and so was chō [調]:  han + han + chō is chō.

**As for the kane-wari:  the bokuseki remained hanging in the toko, with the chabana arranged on the floor of the toko in front of it, and so was chō [調]; the room had the kama in the ro, the mizusashi, with the chaire and chawan arranged in front of it, and the futaoki  (with the hishaku resting on it) associated with the central kane, making the room han [半]; the tana was apparently empty, and so would be counted as chō [調]:  chō + han + chō is han.

††Consisting, apparently, of a single chrysanthemum flower and its leaves.

‡‡This hanaire was also known as Tsuru no hashi [鶴ノ波子].

    It was placed on top of a shin-nuri usu-ita (of the variety now known as the yahazu-ita [矢筈板]), which measured 1-shaku 3-sun 2-bu by 9-sun 2-bu.

***The chaire was arranged on a “maru-bon” [丸盆] – a round tray.  Unfortunately, the tray that was paired with this chaire was destroyed in the (Edo) Great Fire of 1829, so its make and dimensions have been lost**.

    For the sketch I assumed it was a Japanese-made tray, paired with this chaire by Rikyū (and so 2-sun larger than the chaire on all four sides) -- though a tray of the sort favored by Jōō (which would have been 3-sun larger on all four sides) would also have been possible, especially during the daytime (larger trays of this sort would make problems at night, since the tray would get in the way of the feet of the te-shoku [手燭] -- the long-handled candlestick used to provide light to the temae-za).

    That said, in light of the tori-awase employed by Rikyū (specifically the large katatsuki-chaire coupled with a large ido-chawan), the size of the tray (whether based on Rikyū's preferences, or Jōō's) would have made displaying the chawan next to the bon-chaire impossible.  Hence, the same kind of temae that Rikyū had been doing with the maru-tsubo chaire arranged on the (Jōō-sized) square ebony chaire-bon would have been used.

◎ This is something that is frequently ignored by the commentators:  once Rikyū did something that was unusual, and he found a way to make it “work,” he often continues to use the same (or similar) arrangements, in order to habituate himself to the procedure.  This is no different from what any experienced chajin would do today -- and serves to remind us that Rikyū was, indeed, an experienced chajin, rather than an all-knowing "tea god" as many make him out to be.  He was as human as any of us, and his methods were exactly the same, too.

    If for no other reason, the study of Rikyū's kaiki reveals to us the man behind the myth.

†††The futaoki was placed to the left of, and near the far end, of the mukō-ro, with the hishaku resting on top of it -- as seen in the sketch (above).  These things were associated with the central kane (which means that the futaoki would have to rest on top of the kane, if only by a little); and the handle of the hishaku extending no farther forward than the front edge of the ro (again, as shown in the sketch), so it would not enter the yū-yo [有余].

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The reader should understand that the above notes apply equally to the following two chakai (which essentially replicate this one) as well.