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Tell my muse what/who they should be for halloween
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Aya - 🌊 at the beach (beach party \o/ )
A party at the beach with friends and family was the best way to spend a hot summer day. There was a relaxed and playful atmosphere that radiated peace and joy.
Of course Sanji had prepared coolers filled with refreshing drinks, fruit, snacks, sandwiches and way too many other food options that told of a ton of preparation. But it had definitely paid off, since nobody had to be thirsty or hungry and there was a BBQ planned for after the sunset (that was also the time when the ale was supposed to flow more freely).
Sanji had ditched his flip-flops a while ago, he wasn’t actually sure where they had ended up, but they definitely were not placed by his bath towel anymore.
He was wearing some blue surfer shorts with big, purple and light blue palm leaf prints on it and his unbuttoned hawaiian shirt was flapping slightly in the light breeze that the late afternoon brought with it. Sunglasses sat perched on top of his head now that the sun was sitting lower on the horizon and burned in that low orange light that was not so harsh on the eyes as the bright mid-day sunrays.
It painted a very beautiful, romantic picture of the pretty ladies in the water (or in Robin’s case in a small, inflatable boat), floating on the gentle waves. It was a rare moment of relative quiet with everyone up to calmer activities after some hours of intense, very chaotic and quite exhausting beach games.
Usopp, Chopper and Brook were playing sand pictionary, drawing images into the sand and guessing what it represented.
A bit further away on the beach, Franky was still full of energy it seemed and would not tire of playing some kind of ball game with Luffy, the rules of which seemed to be changing every second or rather be non-existent to begin with. They looked like they enjoyed it anyways.
On first glance, Zoro appeared to be napping, lying on the sand, eyes closed, hands behind his head, but he seemed to be awake and in conversation with Jinbei who was sitting besides him, observing the beach and the sea like a father looking out for his kids.
Sanji smiled and turned his gaze back to the water, dazzling with the reflected sunlight and the combined beauty of Nami, Robin and Aya.
He stepped closer to the shoreline and then right into the surf, where the water lapped at his feet. Sanji felt himself sink into the sea-sand a bit, felt it get sucked out from under his soles by the tide.
He walked a bit further into the water, just up to his knees, where it was just a bit cooler. The footprints he left were immediately filled with saltwater and sand. Between his toes, Sanji could feel a tiny seashell or maybe it was just a pebble sharpened be the ages.
The ladies were swimming lazily. Robin was elegantly draped over her beach floaty - that Nami kept secured in her hands by rope - and sometimes let her fingertips dance over the water.
They chatted about anything and everything. Sanji could only wonder about the possible topics. It was a sight for sore eyes.
His gaze kept wandering to Aya and no matter how often he saw her in the ocean like this, Sanji could only be amazed by her grace and the fluidity of her motions. There was no wasted movement, she glided through the water like Sanji’s knives cut through meat. Effortless, elegant, ethereal.
It was mesmerizing.
As if feeling his presence, Aya turned to him and Sanji smiled and waved at his sister. It wasn’t as if he had called to her or had made any other effort to get her attention but he felt something like a bit of guilt for taking her out of the moment, or maybe it was just him who had been caught red-handed so to say in his weird trance.
It felt as if the tide was pulling him towards the open sea more strongly now.
Aya looked to the girls and back to him, it seemed as if she was not sure whether to stay with them or come and talk to her brother. Sanji had not intended to lure her back to the shore so he waved her off with a gesture that he hoped translated to “don’t mind me, enjoy yourself”.
But the urge for a good swim had now been awakened in him.
Sanji turned around and walked back to the beach. He shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it on the sandwith his sunglasses. Then he turned around and outright sprinted into the water, diving right under.
The shock of cool water on his sun-warmed skin sent a shudder through his body but the feeling of submergence instantly brought with it that certain kind of freedom that only the ocean could provide.
Sanji’s strong kicks let him cut through the water easily. He spotted a flash of pink and a moment later Aya was meeting him just above the bottom of the ocean.
If he were to look up towards the surface, Sanji would have seen the underside of the floaty and Nami’s legs as she was treading water, but Sanji was only looking at Aya. A big smile formed on his face and let a few air bubbles escape.
Taking her hand, Sanji pulled Aya towards him, he kicked the water and twirled them around in a weird little sea-dance. He might not be able to ever match her elegance underwater but his love for the ocean (as his love for his friends and family) was second to none.
#theoceanslibrarian#✕ the answer lies deep in a barrel of ale [answer]#[beach party!]#[way off-topic]#[not exactly 'meeting' at the beach but I just ran with it]#[gosh I miss writing ;_;]#[thanks for sending!]
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Send a symbol for our muses to meet:
🎄 at christmas
🌵 in the desert
🌲 in a forest
🌴 on holiday
🍂 in a park
🌙 at night
🌞 during a heatwave
🌈 at pride
❄️ in a snowstorm
☔️ in the rain
🌊 at the beach
🤡 at the circus
🎃 on halloween
🤘 at a concert
💪 at the gym
✍️ at school
👧🏽 as children
👩🏽🏭 in hospital
☕️ at a coffee shop
🍻 in a bar
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monsters
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#✕ devil in the kitchen [self]#✕ swordsman with legendary prowess in drinking [zoro]#✕ long nose lying sharpshooter [usopp]
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Sanji sat right atop the third deck amongst the mandarin trees, letting his feet dangle while he was peeling a few of the ripe mandarins in preparation for a delicious little treat later.
The sun was shining down continuously, warming up the air to a comfortable heat, especially with the light breeze blowing refreshingly across the ship, filling Sunny’s sails and carrying her onwards.
It was one of those rare calm moments on this treacherous ocean, especially with an otherwise chaotic crew like the Strawhats.
Sanji let his gaze wander over the foredeck.
Luffy was sitting atop the Lion’s head, smiling happily as he was looking towards the horizon. Who knew what exciting adventures he was already anticipating?
The cook wasn’t surprised to find the rest of the crew following their usual leisure activities: napping, sunbathing, playing on the swing, reading, fishing, tinkering with some scraps, composing a quiet melody.
The sound of Brooks violin that the wind carried down from the lookout and the sight of the rest of his found family in front of him filled Sanji with a fondness that took root as true happiness in his heart.
He put the peeled mandarin in the bowl amongst the others, then jumped down to return to the galley, highly motivated to create the most delicious and nutritious snacks for everyone.
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I’ve been drawing the boys in their movie outfits (which I all love to pieces) 🙏
#✕ devil in the kitchen [self]#✕ swordsman with legendary prowess in drinking [zoro]#✕ and then he gave to me more summer wine [zosan]
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some older art I haven’t posted here yet! more one piece art incoming soon hopefully 😤
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Morgan hands Sanji a box out of nowhere. A gift that needs no reason other than her wanting to show her appreciation for him. "For the man who has everything," she jokes with a teasing smile. In a way, Sanji does have it all: the strength, the endurance, the wits and the looks. Everything that's ideal in a man. Inside the box is a pair of golden lion heads. Cufflinks. Probably the only thing that's missing in his dandy ensemble.
Lady Morgan was a dangerous woman on all accounts. One should be careful never to underestimate her. Sanji did his best to avoid such a faux pas at all cost and yet she still always managed to catch him off guard, trip him up, make him lose his poise. This time Morgan threw him off balance with a little gift for no apparent reason.
A mysterious little box handed to him confused Sanji as much as the words accompanying it, spoken with mirth. “I don’t….,” understand, was what he wanted to say as he hesitantly accepted the present, but the look in Morgan’s eyes made him shut up and just accept the unexpected gift.
Sanji was a man of many temperaments, a dreamer, a man of passion and love. People sometimes thought he was a playboy, while he would consider himself more of a lady’s man. He enjoyed the flirting - all in good fun-, the appreciation of female beauty and womanhood and loved to shower the ladies with attention and affection as they deserved in his eyes.
Sure, Sanji tended to be a bit overbearing with his antics but sooner or later women always knew that he was no threat to them, on the contrary, the cook would gladly die for them….or by their hands no less. A bit of an extreme view, granted, and scolded often, but a pirate had his principles and Sanji would always stick to his.
Which was why Sanji knew a thousand ways to gift a little something to a lady to brighten her mood or just show appreciation outside of any festival reasons, but to have that concept flipped and have a lady surprise him with a present was a completely new thing and made him feel like a fish out of water.
Carefully, he pulled the lid off the small pretty box and his heart did a funny little something in his chest as his eyes took in the tiny treasure. Cufflinks in the form of golden lion heads returned Sanji’s gaze when he studied the small but intricate features that formed these little sculptures.
“Wow! These are….w-wait, these are way too precious!” But manners dictated that returning a gift was unnacceptable, so he had no choice but to overcome his shock and awe. Truthfully, the cufflinks were a dream and would upgrade his wardrobe greatly.
“Thank you, these are very beautiful. I don’t know what I owe this surprise to but I promise I will treasure this present.” He stood a little awkward, unsure how else to show his gratitude other than with words. Would a hug be too personal, a kiss too inappropriate? Probably. Maybe not, amongst friends as them. Either way, he did not dare. His heart pounding a sped-up rhythm behind its rib cage like a prisoner trying to break out.
In the spur of the moment Sanji started to take off his jacket after setting the little box carefully down on a nearby surface, folding the garment up and l placing it next to it. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and took one of the cufflinks out of the box to skillfully weave it through the button holes of his left sleeve.
Sanji repeated the procedure on the cuff of his right sleeve with little more difficulty, smoothing out the fabric of his dress shirt with his hands and standing straight to present himself to Morgan, asking with a proud smile on his face: “So, how do I look?”
Sanji was aware that he could and would not wear the nobel accessory for his everyday activities but he had felt tempted to try them on immediately, maybe even because opportunities to wear these would not be aplenty.
Stretching out his arms, then folding them back in in front of his chest, Sanji observed the way the cufflinks held the fabric together around his wrists, looking elegant and classy.
He wasn’t sure if lions suited his character, those noble creature were loaded with symbolism and meaning, courage, heart, pride, protection, and more. Sanji wondered if these were attributes that Morgan already saw in him and if he could live up to that impression.
For now he would take it as encouragement to strife for those values in his pursuit of betterment of his own character.
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its me, ur local supplier of soft zosan content
#✕ devil in the kitchen [self]#✕ swordsman with legendary prowess in drinking [zoro]#✕ and then he gave to me more summer wine [zosan]
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quick last minute thing for zosan day, read from right to left.
#✕ devil in the kitchen [self]#✕ swordsman with legendary prowess in drinking [zoro]#✕ and then he gave to me more summer wine [zosan]
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TANK. part 3
part 1 | part 2
Things to keep in mind:
Read from top to bottom, left to right.
I can’t draw straight lines, at all.
My handwriting is just as, if not more, crappy, I apologize.
This is canon plot told in Sanji’s perspective, so the feelings are all made up.
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