lovecook

it cannot be incorrect to have loved.

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sanji just know your my favorite blonde bisexual disaster mess even tho ur brows look like fishcake spirals. love u always u woman prioritizing simp. <3

sanji can't hurt you anon. he's not real.

No but for real this is the only time I'm entertaining this. Questions like this can be send to @ask-swirlybrows though if they get too aggressive I won't answer them. Thank you!

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@aliibiis​ said: 

"it felt like i was going under without you." 

Head pillowed in Usopp’s lap, Sanji sighs, content with the occasional pass of a hand through his hair. He can tell there’s something that the sniper wants to say; the silence that they sit in is plenty telling, no stories or jokes or conversation passes. Sanji can hazard a guess that it has to do with their last little run in and the bandages that wrap around his midsection beneath his hoodie. his fingers twitch over it with a little pressure that feels a bit sharp, despite the medication Chopper had provided. 

When the hand stills and Sanji can feel him breathe, he cracks open and eye and is already looking up at him as he speaks. Something like guilt tugs at his chest but there would be no apology coming, the only regret is that he wasn’t fast enough to not get as hurt badly as he did and even then that’s more of an anger at himself.  To be out for two days, missing those meals. He knows that Nami, Robin, or Usopp most likely stepped up but it’s always upsetting to find he failed in such a way. 

He takes Usopp’s hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, intending to be comforting. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again, not with the life we have but I’ll be a bit more careful next time we’re in a fight like that.”  He reaches up and cups Usopp’s face, forcing the man to bend down so Sanji can look him in the eyes, grin spreading over his face. “Sorry I made you worry, longnose-kun.” 

[soverina]

foolish-vibes‌:

kink: having someone run their fingers through the hair on the side of my head while I fall asleep

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@vowofskill​ said:

3, 7, 19 // SALTY ASK LIST. ACCEPTING. 

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

ANSWERED. 

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Just in the general RP meaning? Not so much that I can’t stand it but more like I just don’t care for it now- The aesthetics people do with the double spacings, super small font and the color text. I used to do the same but I feel like as soon as I let go of all that I was able to actually focus on my writing and I became happier with the direction I was going. 

I don’t really care if people want to do that stuff but it’s a turn off for me when looking to follow others because I feel like 1) there’s a barrier there that makes it hard to interact and 2) it really really really hurts my eyes to try and read posts like that. 

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

The arguing about Yamato’s pronouns, mainly. Like if the manga is using he/him... it’s not that hard folks. 

I’m sure there’s more but right now ^ is number one. 

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@akagamiko​ said:

salty asks: 1, 3, 5  //  SALTY ASK LIST. ACCEPTING.

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Honestly.. unless it’s with a muse I have or a character I like, I hardly pay attention to ships so I’ll have to be a bit broad on answering this one.. Any ships that are mentor / student I don’t get. Like Mihawk and Zoro.. I’ve seen that around a few times and idk.. doesn’t sit right with me. 

Also Crocodile and Vivi???? What the fuck is that.. like Crocodile probably knew her when she was a kid so?? 

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

The reasons I unfollow someone is because: 

We no longer vibe or I no longer see myself being able to write with them. 

There’s toooooo much nsfw to the point it’s like every day and it’s all untagged. ( If that’s how you roll then cool, I just don’t care for that much untagged nsfw. ) 

When every post is untagged / or their tags aren’t able to be picked up by the blacklist. 

They’re Not A Cool Person. ( have been called out with valid reasons and receipts. ) 

To be honest I’m all for letting people just do what makes them happy on their blogs. Here on this blog I’m a lot more strict about who I follow so I haven’t really unfollowed anyone yet. I have blocked people for too much pestering though. 

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Lmao yeah a couple times but I’ve been pretty lucky in the one piece fandom. I also think it’s because I just stopped caring about pairings and what people think of pairings I like. 

[baicaozhe]

Slipping my mind…why can’t I remember?

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ephxmerall​:

Typical. Why Zoro continued to seek out this massive douchebag when he was hardly in the state for an argument was beyond him. Instead of rising to the snarky bait like Sanji clearly wanted, he just grunted instead and followed him obediently to the back of the restaurant. Him turning up unannounced in the middle of the night happened regularly enough that they had a routine by now, so when he got the chance, he slumped into one of the chairs he assumed were meant for staff on their breaks. As he’d initially stated, he wasn’t about to divulge exactly what had him in such a state. All just hazards of the job he picked up. But he shook his head at the question of whether or not the blood soaked into his clothes was his. At least, most of it wasn’t. He definitely had some bruising though. Potentially a cracked rib if the sharp jabs of pain radiating from his side whenever he breathed were any indication. Zoro brought his free hand up to scrub at his temple where a smear of blood began to dry and get itchy while he pulled the cork of the wine bottle free with his teeth, uncaring of how unsanitary it might’ve been. The bottle would be gone in a few minutes anyway. ❝ You’re free to not let me in, ❞ he pointed out after taking a few deep swigs of the fruity alcohol, nose scrunching up at the sweetness and lack of burn down his throat. ❝ Can’t exactly go to the hospital with this kind of shit. ❞ Sighing softly, he slouched back in the chair, head tilting so he could stare up at the ceiling. ❝ Would you just get on with your assessment, Cook. You can worry about kicking my ass after. ❞

Tch. Clicking his tongue, Sanji takes two seconds to slip a cigarette between his lips, leaving it unlit. The action doesn’t necessarily help but there’s a minor comfort in it that has his shoulders relaxing just a bit. He can always chain smoke out back once he’s finished here. Wisely, he decides to not meet the first comment with a remark of his own. Sanji could very well close his doors and keep it that way but he knows that he’d feel shitty if he did. Maybe it was a little bit selfish to prefer that they come to him so that he can know there’s some sort of proper care. 

“Whatever..” He grumbles, turning to the first aid kit and shuffling in the red duffle until he’s laying out the bare-bones of what he might need. Antiseptic, bandages, and latex gloves that he slips on after taking a second to grab a wet hand towel. Despite how often Sanji found himself here with Zoro, it didn’t change the fact that he was always a bit appalled at whatever injuries he would find. 

Finally Sanji nudges the chair leg with the toe of his shoe, nodding once at Zoro. “Lose the shirt, shitbag, so I can see the damage.” With that he begins the usual list of questions. Did he get stabbed? Was he shot? Did he need stitches? ( All without asking for detail, just a simple yes or no was all he needed. ) Each question drops from him in a manner that shouldn’t be as clinical as it is, a contradiction to his fingers gently poking and prodding, looking for any injuries. 

“You owe me for that bottle of wine, by the way.” He comments offhandedly. 

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Shifted some stuff around in my modern verse to make it make a bit more sense that Sanji would help out those peeps that can’t go to hospitals. Originally I had it to where it was just because but I think due to Zeff having been in the mob / having mob ties + whatever the fuck Patty and Carne got up to, Sanji’s been around the open back door policy and fell into it after he got his own place open. His own little visits in fighting rings also sort of brought a handful of characters to his door. 

[deadeery]

Spooky Stealth Black! Happy Halloween!! 🎃

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rubberbodied​:

     luffy wasn’t his normal self, he was more reserved, quiet, calculating, and he had every right to be. eyes watched his chef as he knew there was something on his mind and the captain had a good idea what it was. ever since they left that island sanji was different, and even though luffy thought how cool it was to have robotic hands, he was finally starting to understand the other’s feelings towards them.

     so, when sanji was already starting to make him snacks like he said, luffy couldn’t just sit by and let him do that(even if his stomach was begging for something to eat), sanji’s emotions were much more important at the moment. so, luffy took his hand and stretched it out until it grasped onto the other’s shoulder as if to stop him in his tracks.

          “stop it,” he said in an almost silent tone of voice, unusual for luffy, but this required that softness. “stop hiding things from me and talk.”

     luffy wasn’t going to eat anything sanji made him until they had a talk, even if the chef yelled at him for wasting food, he was going to stand his ground on this matter.

          “you’re not alone in this, we’re all here for you.” just seeing sanji wipe his tears on his sleeve, luffy was even more determined to get to the bottom of this. his grip on sanji was tighter, just to show that he was here for him.

It’s easy to still under Luffy’s touch and tone. His hands drop the ties of his apron and his arms fall to his sides. He doesn’t turn, his gaze burning a hole in the floor instead. A part of him wishes that something would happen, that some other band of pirates or marines would suddenly be attacking- for all his feelings, it was easier to just bare it all himself. It was easier to be there for everyone else that needed it. ( Easier to shape himself into what they all wanted, to shed his skin each day and put on another with each person he came across. ) He grits his teeth against the thought of being a pawn. 

His hands clench into fists and he doesn’t feel it. They are well made, of course. Expertly crafted but still the chef can’t find any place in him yet to feel his previous attachment. Sanji knows that Luffy is smarter than others give him credit for-- hell everything they’ve gone through proves it plenty so for him to stand here and pretend he wasn’t feeling like there was some chasm- made by his own hands because he just fucks it all up doesn’t he? Makes things into more than what they need to be?- it was ridiculous. To know Luffy’s feelings and to know his confidence in Sanji and still feel himself being put on, feel that any second he’ll be on a boat in the middle of the ocean, it’s fucking pitiful. 

Sanji breathes and then again and something tightens in his chest at Luffy’s words and his eyes are watering again. Curses fall from his lips as he mutters to himself because he just can’t help being emotional, huh? So many things begin to bubble up in his chest and still he doesn’t turn to Luffy. He cannot face the look he knows he’ll have in his eyes because he doesn’t deserve it. 

“I..” his voice croaks, full of emotion and thick with tears, “How can you stand there and forgive me so easily? I cursed you, basically spit on your dream, called you trash and--” his foot is hot, hotter than it’s ever been and he’s moving as fast as he learnt how, pushing the limits of his own body. The resounding crack as his heel makes contact with-- Finally he rounds on Luffy and there’s something in his voice that’s both angry and sad. “I kicked you! Raised my hand against my captain and you welcomed me back so easily!” 

Tears freely slip down his cheeks, the flush to his cheeks makes the rest of him look pale. The bags beneath his eyes are more pronounced. He wants to run a hand through his hair again and again and again, he wants Luffy to just tell him he’s done as much as he wants to hear the reassurance- to hear the forgiveness that he knows he doesn’t deserve but his hands stay at his sides and instead he stands there, pleading, begging to understand. 

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2 from both me and Tashigi for both you and Sanji. ^^

yeah! yeah yeah!! i'm glad to hear that tbh, I try and be chill <3333333

[hophbrinkle]

I wish Chopper would tap into his inner Dr. Kureha more.

[aidaughter]

so are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)

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@tctidem​ said:

❝ Why won't you let anyone help you? ❞ Franky questions before going silent, thinking, and grinning over the newfound approach to the problem that comes to mind. ❝ I got all day. Better get to talkin' or handin' some of the work over or you're gonna be stuck with me forever. ❞ ( and a kiss 4 u bear cause I ain't no coward <3 ) 

It’s a fair day. The breeze coming from the sea was a comfortable contrast to the sun that shone down on them. Perfect weather for more of the outdoor chores, in Sanji’s opinion. He’d been up since 4am, going through the usual routine; preparing breakfast, making breakfast, clean up, writing down recipes, studying up on the fish in the aquarium, checking and organizing the inventory, making snacks, stress baking a little, cleaning up again until finally laundry. By this time he’s smoked through half his pack, though the one between his teeth is unlit, not wanting to get the scent of cigarettes on everyone’s freshly cleaned laundry. 

He’s seen a few of the crew members, fought with shitty swordsman until they were yelled at by his sweet Nami-swan, so he’s not surprised by Franky’s approached, a curled brow raising curiously followed by an inquisitive hum. 

It’s only a split second that his hands falter clipping a shirt up to the laundry line but the action is noticeable. Franky’s question isn’t unexpected but that doesn’t mean that Sanji wanted to even face the fact that he was over working himself.  There’s only so much sitting around he could do and it was better to just keep going rather than let whatever the fuck he was feeling finally consume him. ( And consume him it would- fill up every nook and cranny that’s been chiseled out of him until he was someone else entirely and that was such a horrifying thought. ) 

Sanji lets the silence stretch, picking up another shirt and clipping it to the line and then a pair of pants before he acknowledges the other at all. “You’re shit at this, y’know. Doesn’t Usopp need your help with something? Go bother him, I’ve got it covered here.” 

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rubberbodied​:

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( ///_ー゛)

          “yamato is all for it…”

“All of your candy is going to Chopper then.” 

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( Solid 7/10 across the board... wonderful writer, artist, and a perfectly crafted and depicted muse. I don't know, I'm just afraid of really cool people ok. We don't talk a lot and the few times we have it's been awesome and hilarious!? But I'm still intimidated ok, you're just so great and so is Sanji!! )

The fact that it took me 90000 years to finally get to this.. very sorry!!!! But please... I'm not cool at all. I literally just sit here and sigh about Sanji. If you say his name near me I'll break my neck turning so quick to see. :pensive: I'm happy to hear that you think he's great tho! For sure makes me feel better about how I'm writing him <333 blows u a kiss tbh!!!

Also I think all your muses are fantastic and the fact that you're out here writing Garou.. maybe one day I'll stop being lazy and actually write more Saitama :pensive:

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muselexum​:

@concasse​ sent: “ It was nothing special, just a good kitchen knife. ” // for whoever your heart desires (*￣(ｴ)￣*)

sentence starters -> [meme]

Ace really appreciated the hospitality his little brother’s crew extended to him. Though Sanji had insisted that Ace was a guest and didn’t need to help, he still wanted to show his gratitude. It led to a compromise of him helping chop up some veggies rather proficiently. While he was not a chef, he was far more skilled than Luffy.

It was going well until the knife broke, the blade breaking off from the handle in a comical way. Whether it was Ace’s strength, the knife being worn out, or a mix of both, Ace gave a sincere bow in apology. He only raised his head, standing back up to his full height when the chef tried to brush off the incident. 

“Still.. I’m very sorry.” He said, sheepish. A hand went to rub at the back of his head as he continued, “I’ll owe you one alright?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The amusement was there in his tone as Sanji finished his current prep work and lifted the knife to inspect. It’s not the first time it’s happened and would not be the last. Despite it being a little off putting that he’d be down a knife until their next destination, he wasn’t about to put any blame on Luffy’s older brother. He sets the knife aside, leaving it out of reach and out of the way. Who knows, maybe he could finagle it and get a bit more use out of it. 

For now, he flips a knife from the block and holds it out handle first. His lips curl into a small teasing grin, “Finish up, flame-o.. and don’t break this one. I’ve only got so many.”