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sillylotrpolls · 2 days

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In The Two Towers, Tolkien makes a big deal out of Legolas not needing much rest and how he sleeps with his eyes open "in the way of the elves." However, in the Silm and the Hobbit elves absolutely seem to sleep "normally" (including snoring!) whenever convenient for the plot. So what gives?

Assorted quotes about sleeping beneath the cut.

From The Two Towers:

Only Legolas still stepped as lightly as ever, his feet hardly seeming to press the grass, leaving no footprints as he passed; but in the waybread of the Elves he found all the sustenance that he needed, and he could sleep, if sleep it could be called by Men, resting his mind in the strange paths of elvish dreams, even as he walked open-eyed in the light of this world.

With that [Aragorn] fell asleep. Legolas already lay motionless, his fair hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed, blending living night and deep dream, as is the way with Elves. Gimli sat hunched by the fire, running his thumb thoughtfully along the edge of his axe. The tree rustled. There was no other sound.

Gandalf is a maia, not an elf, but he doesn't quite close his eyes in sleep either. Also from The Two Towers:

Driven by some impulse that he did not understand, Pippin walked softly to where Gandalf lay. He looked down at him. The wizard seemed asleep, but with lids not fully closed: there was a glitter of eyes under his long lashes.

From The Hobbit:

So following the hobbit, down into the lowest cellars they crept. They passed a door through which the chief guard and the butler could be seen still happily snoring with smiles upon their faces. The wine of Dorwinion brings deep and pleasant dreams.

From The Silmarillion:

And when again thirty years had passed, Turgon son of Fingolfin left Nevrast where he dwelt and sought out Finrod his friend upon the island of Tol Sirion, and they journeyed southward along the river, being weary for a while of the northern mountains; and as they journeyed night came upon them beyond the Meres of Twilight beside the waters of Sirion, and they slept upon his banks beneath the summer stars. But Ulmo coming up the river laid a deep sleep upon them and heavy dreams; and the trouble of the dreams remained after they awoke, but neither said aught to the other, for their memory was not clear, and each believed that Ulmo had sent a message to him alone.

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #ironically I made this poll instead of sleeping #secret 13th option: Tolkien anticipated Gimleaf fanfic and wanted to give Gimli an additional thing to fondly gripe about

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nenelonomh · 3 days

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weekend reset

what to do on the weekend to ensure a productive week

i'm sure by now that you've definitely seen videos of girls and their aesthetic 'sunday resets'. they encapsulate self-care, productivity, and well-being and do so in such a stylish way.

a weekend reset is a to-do list that follows you every weekend to set yourself up for a good week. it's holistic, covering various aspects of your life.

some benefits of a weekend reset include adding structure to the weekend, decreasing procrastination, helping you start the week feeling accomplished, and supporting overall wellbeing.

'sunday night stress' refers to feelings of intense anxiety and dread that routinely occur every sunday. they often start in the late afternoon and continue into the evening. these emotions can snowball into physical manifestations such as a racing heartbeat, and trouble sleeping. the trigger? anticipating the return to school/work or upcoming responsibilities for the week ahead.

to combat this, consider changing your mindset and creating a weekend reset routine.

even if you don't struggle with sunday night stress, creating a weekend routine can help you (in the simplest form) make the most of your time while balancing relaxation and productivity.

but how do you create a weekend routine?

during the week, write down tasks that need attention over the weekend. include household chores, grocery shopping, and anything to prepare for the upcoming week.

note any plans, events, or commitments for the weekend. this helps you plan around them effectively.

add activities you'd enjoy alongside necessary tasks - like family movie nights, exercise classes, or nature walks. prioritize self-care and relaxation.

make sure to avoid over-scheduling, by balancing activities and rest. overloading your weekend can lead to burnout. aim for a mix of productivity and leisure.

set a regular wake-up time. consistency helps regulate your body clock. wake up at the same time daily for better sleep and energy.

implement screen-free time. dedicate moments without screens - read a book, take a walk, or engage in other offline hobbies. make sure to get outdoors over the weekend. breathe fresh air and recharge. nature has a calming effect.

consider meal-prepping for the week ahead. personally, i find meal prepping very helpful since it helps eliminate decision fatigue during the week. additionally, it can save time on busy weekdays. some popular methods of meal-prepping include make-ahead meals, batch cooking, individually portioned meals, and ready-to-cook ingredients. the easiest way to employ meal-prepping is to build a combination of easy, healthy pre-made meals and prepped ingredients.

remember - your weekend routine should be a blend of productivity and relaxation, tailored to your needs and preferences.

for further reading, check out these links: Sunday Scaries: Who Gets Them and How To Deal - Supportiv How (and Why) To Create a Weekend Routine - Almost The Weekend How to Create a Weekend Routine (and Why You Need One) (merakilane.com) How To Build The Best Sunday Reset Routine | Notes by Thalia How to Meal Prep — A Beginner's Guide (healthline.com) 10 Productive things to do on weekend - For Busy Bee's (forbusybees.com) Have Better and More Productive Weekends | The Muse

hope this was helpful! ❤️ nene

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seafoamaphrodite · 17 hours

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a beginner’s guide to…

✨ altars ✨

here are some materials you can use for an altar, whether it is for your spellwork, a deity, or any other use! altars should reflect your personality, and be a space where you feel happy and safe :D

none of these materials are required, and everything is completely customizable to your beliefs! (just practice respect and safety obviously)

🕯️ basics 🕯️

an altar cloth is a piece of fabric that covers your altar. this could be a bandana, a small blanket, or even a piece of paper!

a glass plate is a mundane but VERY versatile altar piece. it can work as an offering dish, a tray to collect wax drippings, or just a little trinket holder

candles are an easy addition to any altar. you can use any type of candle, but my favorites are taper and prayer candles. scented candles are completely fine to use as well! choose candles based on color and scent

natural materials like crystals, flowers, plants, animal bones (responsibly sourced), etc. are an incredible addition to any altar! if you have a deity altar, learn about their associations and use this to guide your choice

paper and pen/pencil will be your best friend if you write petitions, draw sigils, etc. keep them near your altar for convenience

🌱 cleansing 🌱

many people believe an area should be “cleansed” before it is used as an altar or sacred space

methods of cleansing include incense, water cleansing, sage smudging, and more

incense cleansing is often done by wafting an incense stick or cone through a space and visualizing the smoke clearing out negative energy

sandalwood, lavender, and rosemary are common incense choices for cleansing

water cleansing is something i do a lot, it can be done by sprinkling water in an area or even washing/pouring water. regular tap water is perfectly fine, but you can also incorporate moon water, sun water, rainwater, etc.

smudging with sage involves burning a bundle of sage and, similar to incense cleansing, wafting the smoke through the area. sage smudging is traditional to indigenous tribes like the Lakota and Navajo. as a result, sage smudging (especially the use of white sage) is often considered cultural appropriation when done by non-indigenous people. i am not indigenous nor do i use sage, so i am not incredibly well versed on the subject but i thought i should include it. always do research and practice respect and sensitivity 💌

🌙 takeaways 🌙

finally, your altar is YOUR space. you can include or exclude anything you want; your space doesn’t need to be “aesthetic” or make sense to others

my first altar was a cardboard box with one candle and a handful of crystals. it wasn’t expensive or fancy, but it got me into my practice

through the years, my altar has grown and changed as i have

if you want to make an altar, start with what you have! you would be surprised how powerful your resources are 🩷

#witchcraft #witches of tumblr #altar #witchblr #baby witch #witch tips #paganism #hellenic pagan #deity worship #aphrodite #aphrodite worship

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wordwovencackle · 1 day

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When the message is that people often "choose" prostitution because there's no safe alternative, you are describing the absence of choice. The core of the problem.

The solution is not to make that choice more bearable, but to create better options. People prefer focussing on minimising the damage instead rather than drawing a line. It is nothing short of putting a bandaid on a severed limb. It's better to help prostituted women get out of that industry entirely. Any others who choose to prostitute themselves are uniquely privileged in who their clients are, what they do, who they work for, and when they can exit the industry. They are the minority in prostitution, pornography, cam-work and strip clubs.

While in contact with humans and/or their fluids, every other profession (doctors, dentists, nail techs, kitchen workers, etc.) mandates their employees (sometimes the clients/patients also) to wear sanitized and protective gear.

Prostitutes are not allowed these protective measures because it does not appeal to the client. Prostitutes could get permanently blinded when their clients ejaculate in their eyes, for example, and they're not allowed protective gear for their eyes when the client can see her face or when she's on camera. The clients are not wearing condoms. They're paying people to put themselves in harm's way for their gratification.

Prostitutes are uniquely at risk far more than any other profession for the sole benefit of the client and safer care is just a soothing balm on the conditions of prostitution. With how often they're in contact with human fluids, they would be wearing hazmat suits in any other environment. However, they need to look aesthetically pleasing, so they cannot have illnesses reliably prevented or the risk minimised.

A better bandaid is for their clients to always wear protection and that they need to be screened for illnesses beforehand, as well as leave behind their contact information in case something goes wrong, that is not happening because of privacy laws and because of their preferences as consumers: they want their needs met, not the safety of their "worker." You only need to listen to interviews with sex buyers and with frequent pornography engagement to know this to be true.

The way people describe healthcare in the face of legal prostitution feels too little too late. While well-intended, the truth is that the "workplace" of prostitution is inherently dangerous and no medicine afterwards cannot change the fact that any damage already happened. "Sex worker" are less similar to the working people and more similar to gladiators of whom the majority were slaves who fought, often to death or permanent injury, for the entertainment of the privileged.

Prostitution is not like any other job. If it were, then things like familial relationships would not reveal the contradiction.

Someone, I forget who I'm sorry, already said it better than I can, but if prostitution was the same as any other job, then having your parent, an uncle, your adult child, or a cousin as a client would not be an immediate problem.

It, however, clearly is a problem.

While having a family member as a client in any other field can be uncomfortable, perhaps a bit embarrassing. Your emotions might get in the way of doing the best you can, say, for example, as an attorney or a mortician. However, having a family member as a client in prostitution is inherently different. We know instinctively that sex is intimacy, not a service or any other form of labour, no matter the price tag you place on it.

In sex and sexual acts, you are in a territory of mutual respect and mutual consent. Once the money is on the table, it becomes a negotiation, coercion, you are buying or renting and the product is a human being. It is presenting something to a person to persuade them into being intimate in a way they would otherwise not be willing to do for free.

It is in no way the same as someone not liking their job, how they labour or provide a service in exchange for financial aid. None of those involve intimacy. In fact, while not always perfectly adhered to, sexual harassment is prohibited at work, something women had to advocate for it to be considered an offense at all.

In prostitution, in "sex work," letting sexual harassment happen is "the job."

This also raises questions about the increase of human trafficking and substance abuse in places where prostitution is already legal, such as The Netherlands, Belgium, and Germany. Legalisation has arguably made it more difficult to stop illegal pimps and operations: as long as the prostituted people don't outright endanger themselves by explicitly stating they're trafficked or abused, the government cannot act on suspicions. After all, it is legal. It also makes it easier to trick vulnerable people and children because they're told they're just working. It takes only a few interviews to understand children are groomed this way as well. If clients even care, they too can easily be convinced they're renting or buying a non-trafficked, legal prostitute.

While I agree no prostitute, cam-worker, stripper, or whoever falls under "sex work" should be penalised or criminalised, making the industries legal helps no one.

The Nordic Model ("sex workers" are not targeted by law enforcement but those with whom they do business are) is a far better option. Creating safe and good alternatives for those considering prostitution or "sex work," especially for those escaping the industry, is a far better option.

By advocating for legal "sex work" you may think you are listening to "sex workers," but you are catering to a privileged group within a devastating industry that destroys lives globally. While you think you're being kind, you are silencing the marginalised majority trapped in an industry you don't understand.

The sex industry is incompatible with humanity.

If someone is free to choose "sex work," they are equally free to choose anything else that does not perpetuate harm for those less fortunate than them.

#feminism #anti sex industry #anti sex work #anti prostitution #anti pornography #don't defang feminism #radical feminism

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ghostedbunnie · 2 days

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Any chance you wouldn’t mind writing a small Drabble of goth reader x gaz, where he gets all flustered and loses his composure when he’s around her? (In which she obviously notices and teases him a bit for it) It’s been an idea that’s stuck in my head, and unfortunately I cannot write…

I don't really take requests mostly cuz I've already done it with different fandoms and it made me too stressed out when I just wasn't in the mood to write the request but it was sitting in my inbox for awhile but I do like to bounce ideas off of others so I can always add something to your idea or if you have something to add to something I've written feel free to drop by! 🤗

something little spicy under the cut!

like for example I see Gaz as someone who's got this pretty easy charm, everyone would get along fine with him because he knows how to work with people.

but I love the idea of him finding someone who's making this easy charm crumble to ashes, who turns the teasing on him when he leasts expects it. he'd bring you a pretty black choker with some goth jewelry in the middle that he saw while he was out shopping and just thought it would suit your aesthetic really well. he kind of feels like a schoolboy with a crush around you tho, his hands were shaking as he was putting the choker on you and it made you snicker a bit. deciding it wasn't enough you end up turning around, looking him straight into his pretty brown eyes and saying, "i really like it but I think you have another necklace that I'd like even more." gaz would be so confused, brows furrowing before you bring his hand to your neck and biting your lip.

gaz almost flatlines right then and there.

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #x reader insert #bunnie writes #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #bunnie replies

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samlovesradiohead · 2 days

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false idols - ch. 3

lucifer x f!reader

cw: none

wc: 1.6k

a/n: IM SO SORRYFOR THE MONTH LONG WAIT. this took so long i was sick like a dog and was dying basically and went on vacation. lucifer is the tortured poet in ttpd. im cravin tv dick. does vox actually own a vape company cuz thats so fucking funny. mine died but i wouldnt purchase one from him its probably like battery acid ice or boypussy colada knowing his ass. need him tho.

song: loml - taylor swift

Lucifer adjusts any imperfections in his outfit in the grandiose mirror of the bathroom. He’s glad he gave himself an hour to head to his daughter’s hotel. He could’ve easily just opened a portal and walked right in after the call, but he decided he needed some time to collect himself before seeing his daughter who he hasn’t seen in… God he doesn’t even know, how pathetic is that?

Lucifer continues to smooth out the miniscule tidbits in his coat before mulling over what’s to be expected.

Let’s get one thing straight: Lucifer is not fond of sinners. The existence of hell and its sinner population is basically a big “fuck you” from upstairs. Being forced to see what his gift to humanity is being used for AND having to live in the same realm as them is disheartening, as if eternal damnation wasn’t enough. He supposes this is a part of the punishment. Nevertheless, Lucifer still hates sinners. They have forsaken his gift, why should he pay them any mind?

However, like her mother, Charlie wishes to help her people. It was inspiring, truly. It’s nice knowing that she took after her mother, instead of growing up to be a recluse that hates the world like her father. He would have to set aside his prejudice in her presence. He doesn’t want to fuck up this chance because of his beliefs. The silent betrayal against his own daughter — abandoning her when she needed him the most — weighed heavily on his mind. He was so engulfed in the agony of losing the love of his life, he hid away from the world, including their child. It was an indirect act of selfishness, he recognizes. Lucifer only hopes to rekindle any kind of existing embers between Charlie and himself, if they are still there.

He checks the time on his watch, just one minute before he is expected. He is anxious out of his mind. But, he can’t just not go. He opens a portal that directly leads to the door of the hotel. After he steps out and into the new environment, he takes a deep breath. Being outside for the first time in years makes him realize how much of a reclusive hermit he’s been in his own realm. He rules hell, but he feels so alienated. The perpetual smoggy air and almost sulfuric odor are not helping his nerves, he decides now is the time.

Knock knock. Before he could even knock a third time, he is greeted by his daughter. He smiles, albeit awkward, but he is genuinely happy to see her. The same expression is reflected on Charlie’s as well: nervous and awkward, but welcoming. “Charlie! It’s so good to see you!” On immediate impulse, he jumps into a tight hug, practically squeezing out Charlie’s lifeforce.

“Hi Dad, nice to see you too,” she manages to squeak out. She finally gets to breathe after Lucifer relinquishes his hold on her. She ushers him inside and into the lobby, varying aesthetics in all corners giving him whiplash. He continues to smile awkwardly as Charlie begins to introduce the establishment formally. She talks about the goal of the hotel and her plans on how to achieve that. He loves her, he does, but he couldn’t help but grimace as she talks about helping sinners. Personally, he thinks these sinners have the same chance as he does when it comes to seeing the pearly gates. The Pride Ring is littered with sinners doing hardcore drugs, fucking each other, murdering each other, or all of the above at the same time. How Charlie sees the good in these people, he does not know yet. He pushes those thoughts aside as Charlie starts introducing the hotel staff and residents.

To be quite honest, he had no interest in learning anything about the sinners. Greeting them is fine, but being all buddy-buddy is not what he’s trying to do. Especially that weird red deer guy, what a fucking prick, Lucifer thought. Attempting to upstage HIM? He’s a depressed, sorta-divorced dad who's been banished from Paradise, but even he knows his power and status. He’s not the ruler of the Pride Ring for no reason.

Still, Charlie introduces the others, with her girlfriend Maggie (?) being the first. He supposed he had to be nice to Maggie (??), for all he knew she could be his future daughter-in-law. Then there was a cat bartender, a steam-punk-esque serpent, a freakishly tall feminine spider, and a mini-cycloptic maid.

Charlie leads Lucifer to the last person he has yet to greet. “And here is our newest addition to the hotel! She just arrived in Hell yesterday, saw an ad for the hotel, then came straight here! She used to be a pop star in the human world! Her music is sooo good you must check it out!” Charlie excitedly rambles on while clutching onto your shoulders, shaking you in the process. You release a nervous chuckle, clearly anxious about meeting the King on your second day of hell.

Fuck, Lucifer internally thinks.

You are gorgeous. Beauty that is dangerously bewitching. It was hypnotic. Like the moon’s light dancing and rippling on waves in a dark sea. Beauty that only could’ve been formed from the hands of his father. You are alluring and he fears that, but he couldn’t help but be enchanted. He didn’t linger on the notion for too long, but he thought if you were the one he sought out in Eden, he would’ve hung up his divinity immediately.

But his thoughts, as always, were against him.

He feels guilty for finding you attractive, extremely attractive at that. Guilt from the fact that you were a sinner, the very specimen that he despised. And guilt from his marriage. The chain Lilith had around him was evident, metaphorical and physical, as he still wears his ring. The chances of her coming back were as low as they could be. 7 years of dead silence. He’s tired of waiting, it’s quite literally driving him crazy. But the inner turmoil that is raging in him feels immense guilt. Thousands of years spent with one person, the person you considered the other half of your soul, just for them to leave you? Of course, one would be hesitant on hopping back into the dating scene. Because not even falling from grace was enough for Lilith, apparently.

What lengths would he have to take to make you stay, if he were to pursue? Maybe it’d be best if he were to not pursue at all.

Lucifer is seriously done with being hopeless. For now, he decides, he’ll keep his distance. Besides, he barely even knows you. But the familiarity is drawing him in, undeniably so.

As you shyly thank Charlie for the compliments, he cannot help but stare like a fool. Your attention turns back to him now, you are clearly nervous as much as he was.

“Hello,” you give him your name. “Charlie basically told you what I do, or did. It’s nice to meet you,” you say softly, your voice equally as enchanting as your beauty.

Lucifer feels his throat closing up, as he nervously squeaks out his response. “H-hello. I think you already know who I am, ha ha… I hope hell hasn’t treated you too badly yet?” He figures he could engage in minor conversation. Even now, he feels terrible for fiddling with the ring on his finger, something he has turned into a habit when he’s overly anxious. Finding comfort in the symbol of a union that fell apart.

You shook your head no. “Everyone’s been kind to me so far, but that’s probably because I haven’t been in the city. Your daughter is so sweet, she’s super accommodating and it’s so… refreshing to see someone genuine like that.” His heart clenches as you voice your appreciation for his pride and joy. But, he couldn’t help but wonder what made you say that. You look relieved when mentioning the genuinity of Charlie. He’s aware of how shitty the entertainment industry is in hell. He wonders if those kinds of behaviors are similar to those in the human world.

“Oh, stop!” Charlie lets out a light laugh. “I just want to help my people.” There it is. Echoing her mother’s ideals, or at least, former ideals. It stirs a melancholic feeling in him. Before he could reply, Charlie, thankfully, butts in. “OOH! This is a perfect time to ask.”

She explains her new idea on bringing new residents in: hosting a mini-concert, with you performing, at the hotel. While they enjoy the performance, they have the chance to learn more about the hotel and redemption. “Of course, this is still in the planning phase! I don’t want to usher them into work when they just got here. Buuuuuut if it’s possible for you to create a stage with your angel magic what-not when we decide on all the details, it’d be great!!”

Almost all would say Charlie was just like her father in his early days: an ambitious dreamer. He can see it now. He couldn’t help but smile, without the awkwardness that clung to him like skin. “Sure, kiddo. Just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

“Funny you say that… anyway! Let me continue the tour and show you around.”

That pompous red fucker decided to join, putting Lucifer in a bit of a sour mood. The subliminal disses he was throwing at the king was off-putting. But whatever, not like he could do shit.

As he follows his daughter and her co-host through the halls, he subconsciously twists the band on his finger.

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#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #false idols lucifer x reader

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bl33dings-incidental · 1 year

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// my tumblr regression gothic //

-black skinny jeans only

-cheap black nail polish that chips off instantly

-sharpie-ing your hands/arms/legs

-posting lyrics every hour

-the 1975

-angst

-can’t pay attention to anything but your music

-crying in the shower every morning

-previous interests are dulled

-nail biting

-living off soda and chocolate bars (don’t do this)

-so much pinterest

-doodling on everything

-random dance sessions alone in your room

-watching old matty interviews/music videos

-shopping for cds

-digging out your old ipod and using that to listen to your old music

#possible tw #making an aesthetic out of not doing well #the 1975 #2014 tumblr #I am alright do not worry #ashley rambles

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paperultra · 8 months

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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.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #reader stares off into space and sanji is like. look at my angel. so pensive and sweet and beautiful <333 #meanwhile reader is wrangling with the logistics of surviving in the stomach of a sea cow #they get along quite well with usopp i think :)#anyway sanji and reader are THAT pda couple. guys u can't just make out on the deck for everyone to witness (sanji and reader do not care)

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sysig · 9 months

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You’re new to the Princess-Rescuing business, aren’t you? (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #The Captain #DAX #My brain presented me with a punchline and then stepped back to let me figure out how to get there #And then had the audacity to feel silly for making the path!#How rude #Lol #Well I did it anyway! And it was in fact silly but in a good and fun way! So there brain! Lol #It was admittedly a bit touch-and-go for a while - I love silliness so much! But it kept turning out in a way I wasn't satisfied with #And then I'd draw the next thing and be like ''No actually that's funny/cute'' and everything was fine - and then it'd repeat! Pfft #But I'm happy with it by the end so it's fine >:3c Trust the process!#Anyway - the the Actual Thing lol #Considering the various SCII/adjacent vibes lately it might not surprise you to hear that alt outfits have come back into my crosshairs #Cough cough Pirate Fic cough - but those aren't the only vibes! Make something similar but not the same! Why not fantasy!#It is a classic go-to lol #It was fun thinking how the Captain's uniform could be translated into a more Princely aesthetic haha #I didn't do the same for DAX but that's mostly 'cause I just wanted to put him in human clothes lol #Plus I'm sure you can imagine who else will feature :3c And they couldn't just match! Part of the comedy is appearance-based!#Which is part of why it's funny for DAX to answer in the first place haha ♪ That's no dragon!#The Captain always bursting onto the scene without thinking things over first haha - what were you expecting Captain!#Also hey rude don't look so relieved that DAX wasn't the princess! What if it was a test and he /was/ the princess!#He'd be in so much troubleeeee ♪ Well he still might be hehehe

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politemagic · 2 months

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The Haunting of Sleep Manor (Sleep Token Haunted House AU)

very very excited to start sharing this series!! the first chapter will be posted by the end of this week (hopefully tomorrow). i've been having a lot of fun writing it, so here's a little teaser 👻🖤

edit: Chapter I can be found over here or on ao3 if you prefer!

They didn’t have much in the way of worldly possessions, so all of their belongings packed neatly into one moving truck. The four vessels of Sleep squished together in the cab as they barreled down the quiet country road. Vessel was humming along to the radio, II lightly drumming along with his fingers against his thigh. IV’s mind had wandered off, his eyes slightly glazed over as he took in the passing scenery, III snoring against his shoulder. At last, they could see the wrought iron gates of Langley Manor, their new home looming at the end of the drive beyond. Vessel veered off the road, pulling up to the gates and shifting the truck into park, causing III to stir from his slumber.

Vessel hopped out of the driver’s door, unlocking the padlock with one of the many keys from the keyring he’d received from the realtor’s office the day before. The old house came with a ridiculous number of keys, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the various secrets it had locked away. Sleep wouldn’t have selected just any home, he was sure there was something more to this place than meets the eye. He pushed the gates open at last, quickly making his way back to the truck. The gravel driveway crunched beneath the tires as they neared Langley Manor, the vast expanse of land that came with the home sprawling out in luscious greens behind it. Vessel could hardly believe that he was finally here, that any of this was real. But the excited chatter from the others indicated to him that not only was it very real, it was just as amazing as he’d imagined it to be.

(original headcanons can be found here ☺️)

#i really just wanted an excuse to share the moodboard i made for this because i love a haunted aesthetic #i'm mostly just proofreading rn and making sure she's good to go but i'm honestly pretty happy with how it's turning out🥺#it's been a minute since i liked my own writing this much i just hope others enjoy it as well😌 i think it's going to be a fun series #it's not going to be quite as silly as my hcs were because i do have a Plot in mind but it will still be a good time!!!! (i hope)#sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #em's stcu #the haunting of sleep manor #<- i will be cross posting between ao3 and tumblr so that tag will be home to all my haunted house au thingymabobs🥰

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