14 Associations - Khu
Animal: Owl
Colour: Brown, earthy colours
Song: Throatsinging
Number: 2
Day or Night: The shift in between, twilight
Plant: Apricot
Smell: Freshly soaked earth
Gemstone: Moldavite
Season: Fall
Place: Depths of the forest
Food: Seafood
Astrological Sign: The Ewer
Element(s): Astral energies
Drink: Milk tea
Tagged by: @under-the-blood-moonlight (thanks!)
Tagging: @neoma-eltanin @syerraffxiv @umbralsound-xiv @sasslett @blueberryaesthetics @grumpy-limsan-customs-cat
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space cadet.
Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader
Word Count: 831 words
Warnings: None
reverie (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream
You imagine the thoughts in your head as a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea: dense, beautiful, brimming with life and all too easy to get lost in.
They’ve caused you trouble in the past. Countless rapped knuckles, letters sent home to your parents, walking into trees on the way home from school. But how could you resist? Empires rose and fell over the course of an hour inside your mind, mighty beasts swore their allegiance to you and the four seas were yours to explore. The childhood you had in the real world was so dull and lonely in comparison.
When you ran off and joined the Straw Hats, you finally had the excitement you had so craved. And yet, even now, your mind still wanders.
“If you swab the deck any more, we won’t have any left, sweetheart.”
Only a select few can bring you back.
You blink rapidly, the clouds dissipating as you stop scrubbing and look up. Sanji’s already smiling when you meet his gaze.
He lifts his hands; one offers a plate of shortbread cookies, the other a glass of milk.
“I’m going to guess that you haven’t had a break in a while,” he says. “Am I right?”
A break? Sending him a perplexed frown, you lean on the handle of your scrub brush and glance over your shoulder.
The side on which you had started winks back at you from afar, wood gleaming under the afternoon sun.
Oh.
“I … I guess so,” you reply slowly, turning back to him. It’s only then that you register the saltwater washing over your feet and the ache in your muscles. “I didn’t even realize …”
He shakes his head and chuckles, leading you to some nearby crates to sit down. “Too caught up in your stories again? I’m almost jealous that they get to spend so much time with you.”
“I don’t mean to make you worry.”
“Loving someone means worrying about them from time to time.”
He winks, and you smile, flustered.
“I see,” you say quietly. “Then thank you for worrying, Sanji.”
“Of course.” He hands you the glass of milk, then picks up a cookie and taps it against your lips. “Now, this is my best batch of sablés. You have no idea how hard it was to keep Luffy from eating them all in the kitchen.”
“I have some idea,” you drawl amusedly, taking a bite.
The cookie breaks with a gentle snap. It crumbles delightfully in your mouth, sugar and butter dancing on your tongue. A pleased hum rumbles in your throat before you wash it down with a gulp of cold milk.
“What do you think?”
“I think I might eat the whole plate right now,” you say, taking the other half of the cookie.
He grins. “So you like them.”
“They’re delicious.” Picking up another one, you hold it in front of his face. “Here.”
Sanji’s gaze remains locked with yours as he leans forward to take a bite of the cookie, his lips brushing your fingertips in an impromptu kiss before he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully. The action should not look as good as it does.
“My best batch, as I’ve said,” he tells you once he swallows. “But I’ve tasted sweeter.”
You tilt your head. “Where?”
His mouth curls into a smirk, and he places his fingers under your chin to bring your face closer to his. Your noses touch and you can feel his answer against your lips as he murmurs, “Right here.”
The rest of the crew may also have the pleasure of eating Sanji’s food, but they do not share your privilege of knowing just how talented he is at kissing.
He sets down the plate and lifts his hand to cup your jaw, meeting your lips and letting out a soft sigh before pressing his lips more fervently against yours. You can taste the smoke on his tongue, a constant underneath the warm sweetness of sugar and the saltiness of butter. Your eyes flutter closed, and you reach up to cradle the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging slightly. The groan he lets out sends tingles down to the tips of your toes.
“Sweetheart,” he pants, and the longing in his voice would’ve made your knees buckle if you were standing, “I won’t be able to stop if you keep doing that.”
You put your glass of milk down so you can bury both hands in his golden hair. Your forehead touches his. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”
“Maybe it is,” he mutters.
You bring him back in for another searing kiss that Sanji returns just as eagerly.
Yes, you value your time alone with your thoughts. They are a forest of kelp at the bottom of the sea, beautiful, countless, and wild.
But as easy as it is to get lost in your thoughts, it is infinitely easier to get lost in him.
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Things core to my existence:
(because i wanna fall in love with myself again)
collecting leaves in the fall and preserving them in books so i find them later
a cup of hot drip coffee in the morning, especially with a splash of my favorite creamer
going book shopping, even when my tbr is stacked high
hugging and squishing my cats
going thrifting to find my personal style (my vintage shop)
getting pizza and watching my favorite show
plants as decor
decorating my space to feel like home
cooking a lavish dish for dinner with no recipe and no real plan, just vibes
really nice architecture — particularly if it is unique to that building
going to botanical gardens and taking photos of all my favorite plants
soft blankets on cold evenings
journaling everything — lists, feelings, little doodles, etc.
going shopping and seeing something that reminds me of someone I love and purchasing it for them
getting pretzels at the mall and eating them as if it’s my last meal on earth
studying up on a subject just because it interested me
long, slow walks amongst big, tall trees, bonus points if they make me feel like a small child again
finding and observing all the little critters in our area
the daily crossword puzzle
movies and tv shows with academic vibes/plots
tucking into a bed made with freshly-washed sheets after taking a long and hot bubble bath
making pinterest boards for everything that brings me joy
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—10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 mutuals
emma @red-nightskies i’m obsessed w you thank u for the tag mwah 💋 idk who wants to do this so if i miss a tag consider urself tagged bless up @simply-jason ⚜️ @kyber-infinitygems ⚜️ @teamhawkeye ⚜️ @deputyrook ⚜️ @ghostfvcker ⚜️ @paddingtongirl ⚜️ @ansburg ⚜️ @bloodofvalyria ⚜️ @rosayoro ⚜️ @mxgyver ⚜️🩷✨
in no particular order—
SMOKE | MORTAL KOMBAT; i just think he’s neat idk i have been rotating him around in my brain since september please send help actually
ANNA HENRIETTA | THE WITCHER; you guys know this abt me she is serving and slaying and she occupies my mind always
CYBIL BENNETT | SILENT HILL; yes i hyper focused on a woman that is in one game i love her fuck ass bob so what. sue me.
LALO SALAMANCA | BETTER CALL SAUL; i could have put nacho and i should have but he mostly just makes me upset. so here’s the silliest goofiest guy in all of albuquerque
THANATOS | HADES; YES KING COME TO MY CHAMBER SO YOU CAN RING YOUR LITTLE BELL AND I CAN DESTROY YOU IN A KILLING SPREE
HOSEA MATTHEWS | RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2; featuring a lil charthur mwah mwah mwah aaaand the best dad ever best dilf award goes to—
MASAKO ADACHI | GHOST OF TSUSHIMA; the best canon url i ever had and will have. i love this woman. play ghost of tsushima.
DONNA BENEVIENTO | RESIDENT EVIL; show me a tragic character and i will show you the hole in my heart that is them shaped.
PERPETUA | BLASPHEMOUS; she is a ghost she’s possessed she’s been dead the whole time she’s actively plotting against god she’s everything to me
CHLOE FRAZER | UNCHARTED; women 🫶🏻
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