A Kind Oasis

|| Indie RP blog for AU headcanon-based Vinsmoke Sora and Head Chef Cosette of One Piece | Private, Selective | Mun and Muses 18+ | Caretaken by Zaira || In a world so cruel, it can be hard to find a drop of kindness. But a nurturing hand can guide a kind life.

[torn-butterfly-wings]

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Semi-selective, Independent, Semi-private Roleplay Blog for Head Chef Cosette and Vinsmoke Sora from One Piece. Anime and Manga based. Caretaken by Zaira (She/Her, 30+). Crossovers, AUs, and OCs welcome. 18+ only, for my own peace of mind. Low to medium activity, replies are slow due to mental healh/burnout. Discord is for mutuals.

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_ Sora: Cis, het (far as she knows, anyway) _ Cosette: Cis, Pan

Shipping welcome but requires plotting first. Restrictions apply (I'm looking at you, Niji).

[torn-butterfly-wings]

I Knew You'd Come Sea Me

Plotted Starter for @requieminblue | Cosette & Sora for Sanji

Misery was the natural taste of Germa.

A moving land that was kissed with cruelty and an overwhelming ego. To walk its halls left Cosette feeling as if she were suffocating each day. Her life was a flickering candlelight that waited to be snuffed out by a cruel man's whims. This nightmarish reality was more clear today than it had ever been.

Cosette stood before the shimmering metal of the large, industrial fridge in the palace kitchens. Tremors wracked along her slender arms as she stared into the wavey reflection of her face on the fridge. Tears prickled at the rim of her un-swollen eye. She lifted a hand and began to tentatively trace over the vile swelling of her cheek, lips, and other eye.

She had only regained consciousness an hour ago from the prince's violent attack yesterday. Agony throbbed through every swollen patch of her skin. A step too fast left her feeling lightheaded but this was not something she could concern herself with. She had a job to do. She had seen what had happened to the previous cooks that had not obeyed the whims of the royal princes.

"E-excuse me!" The voice of one of her kitchen staff squeaked out behind her. "Your H-highness, you cannot be here!"

The kitchen staff's words filled Cosette's veins with ice. Her spine stiffened until a deep ache sliced through her shoulder blades. Her lip trembled but she made herself turn around and expected to see the worst, her heart in her stomach.

She turned fully to face the entrance to the kitchen and froze. Heat blossomed on her pale cheeks as she took in the image of the blond prince. She could not recall ever being told his name or where he had come from but she could make a guess based on the king's lazy naming convention. His loud protective voice and the words of praise for her hard work from the day before rang in her ears. It sent her heart fluttering.

Swallowing thickly, she forced her feet to walk. She wobbled, knees threatening to collapse, as she strode towards him. Her hands came up to clasp together in front of her chest. She looked up at the tall, handsome prince. "M-my apologies, Your Highness, she's right. If, uhm, if you are hungry, I can make you a snack before breakfast, sir."

[mournfulroses]

Marina Tsvetaeva, translated by Elaine Feinstein, from The Selected Poems; "The August day was slowly melting..."

[mugiwara-lucy]

Looks like someone may have a crush on Sanji! ;)

[professor-winter]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ!

[ivymooon]

[dannymans66]

Motherly love

Sora's face not being visible on 124ji's page is on purpose.

The thought of them not remembering their mothers faces due to a lack of visits or overall interaction will forever haunt me

[king-and-his-consorts]

I have to confess

I've been struggling to come back. In the past 2 or so months I've been suffering greatly from some social phobia. It's led to a lot of anxiety and increased stress for me. So bad in fact that simply opening my tumblr causes a massive wave of anxiety. I'm not giving up on coming back, I'm just letting you all know it's being a real struggle. I miss you all.

Just wanted to let you all know you're on my mind and I'll be back as soon as mentally possible.

[torn-butterfly-wings]

Plotting Call

Sora's feeling a little more up to visitors if any nice muses would like to stop by and visit.

[torn-butterfly-wings]

"Not long now. There was a shorter route available, but it isn't quite as scenic." Sanji's gait would usually be rapid and purposeful, but there's an incredibly attentive reduction to the pace, a curled arm looped with his mother's as they gently stroll. It still takes a little while for recollection to kick in, to remember and take into account that she may not be as steady on her feet as she once was, the utter exuberance of the blonde's demeanour counterbalancing such concerns so vividly - there are moments where the Straw Hat still looks to her through the same eyes as he once did as when he was a child, an internal strength present that he had inherited from her.

The winding path from the beach had delved into a forest inundated by an amalgam of pretty dainty flowers, the aim of their journey being a grassy clearing with a pleasant degree of complimenting shade and sunlight, an almost perfect location for them to enjoy a picnic - bag strapped to the man's back with a blanket for the ground and a number of containers of food, a gift is also nestled within for when they settle. "How are you enjoying the day so far?"

Birthday Festivities | No longer accepting _____

There was something about experiencing sunlight with one's own eyes and not through a window that was a humbling experience.

Sora leaned her minimal weight a bit heavily on Sanji's arm. The image of trees as they stepped off the beach was almost surreal. When was the last time she had seen a forest? There were very few trees on Germa and no such thing as a forest. Not that it would have mattered if there were as she was rarely released from the prison of her room.

But this...

This was like witnessing magic. Walking into the clearing felt like being in a dream. So easily distracted by singing birds and fluttering butterflies. Even the rare beetle that flew by was a welcome wonder.

She stopped and stood tall in the dappled sunlight under one of the large trees. Splotches of light playing lightly over her pale skin. A cool breeze flowing by and ruffling her long gown. It took her back to years long past as a child. The freedom of being young such a fleeting thought.

His voice brought her back with a blink. A smile settled into place as she nodded. Heart aflutter with a happiness she honestly expected to never experience again.

"The day has been wonderful, Sunflower." She reached up. Frail fingers fixed his bangs with care. She touched his cheek and her smile grew. "This place, it's so beautiful. I have to say that I never expected to witness anything so wonderful again. And with such excellent company."

"Thank you for this gift, Sanji." Her lip wobbled the slightest bit. Her vision blurring the slightest bit at the edges. "I only wish that your siblings had the capacity to share this experience with us."

Her head dipped. Gaze downward cast off to the side. What a selfish thing to say. The instant regret weighed down in her chest as if it would crush through her to her very soul.

"I apologize, that was unkind of me to bring up the subject when you've worked so hard to plan this for me." She took his free hand, patting it gently. Holding reverently in both of hers.

[torn-butterfly-wings]

The question is: how does one go about divorcing an evil king?

Sora deserves to get back into the dating game...

[bybrophelia]

What was his name? Merde. He had yet to think of a name. To give his real name would be to reveal himself. Though the curled brow he thought would be a giveaway, Sanji felt he could navigate his way out of that discovery by saying he simply wished to emulate the noble feature of the Vinsmoke family. Even thinking of that explanation roiled his stomach. There was also the realization that his reasoning could backfire spectacularly. So the cook remained silent. Fingers rolled and squeezed the serving tray clutched within a white-knuckled grasp. It took every bit of focus he had to will himself to keep collected. Every cell in his body trembled; he was overwhelmed by emotion. So many memories he had sealed away exploded out. He was filled to the brim with sorrow, guilt, and yearning. Two distinct aches seized him: one in the pit of stomach, and one in his soul. If he could just overcome them . . . and take her in his arms. If he could just bring himself to embrace her. “Pardon me, madam-” croaked the cook, “c-could you repeat that?”

[torn-butterfly-wings]

Sora picked up one of the delicate decorations off the slice of cake in her plate. Nibbling it as she looked at him. She took in his expressive face and obvious nervous posture. Poor thing. Perhaps he was new to piracy because she had certainly never heard of such behavior in pirates before. Most were strong and foolhardy. They would have made demands or hit her, not set her in a bed to rest as she ate cake.

"I asked you what your name was, Sweetheart." She picked up a napkin off the edge of her plate and folded it. Dabbing gently at the corner of her mouth to remove crumbs and a smear of chocolate.

He looked like the question was perhaps a bit too difficult. Must indeed be the poor thing's first day. It was only right to take pity on him and change the subject. In the end, perhaps he would take pity on her and not draw this out anymore.

"I appreciate the hospitality. The cake is quite delicious. But you've obviously brought me here to ransom me." she didn't mean to but her next action came so naturally without thought. she reached out, gently correcting his bangs. "That's the only use of kidnapping a queen. I'm sorry to inform you that my husband won't be paying a thing to your captain. So, it would probably be in both our best interest if you simply kill me now."

What an odd request to be making on her own birthday.

Oh well.

[torn-butterfly-wings]

Happy Birthday, Sora~

Sora will be celebrating her birthday from July 9th to July 16th.

Cosette is making opera cake and seafood pasta for the occasion. If your muse would like to celebrate with Sora, leave a🕯️

If your muse would like to celebrate with Sora in her new verse free of Germa, leave a 🎂

[torn-butterfly-wings]

A Strange Homecoming

Sora Birthday starter for @voidcenturyseashanties _____

Sora didn't dream anymore. She hadn't for a very long time. But where she found herself now felt like a dream. There's no way that it could possibly be reality. So if she was finally dreaming for the first time in decades then she'd gladly take it.

She sat in the bed she had been placed in. the taste of cake sitting on her tongue as she chewed. Being kidnapped by pirates might the best thing to happen to her since the birth of her precious little ones.

Sea goddess below, how she missed them...

She shook the rancid feeling of loss away. She didn't know why they had kidnapped her. Maybe they were going to ransom her back to Judge. Unfortunately for them, they wouldn't get a single berry out of that man.

She turned to the blond young man sitting at her bedside. Giving him the sweetest smile as she scooped up another forkful of cake. How interesting that they would give her cake. it's almost if they new it was her birthday.

"You know, it's so odd." She spoke to him once she swallowed. "you look just like how I imagine my son would have looked if he'd lived past childhood. May I have your name?"

[torn-butterfly-wings]

Birthday Hopes

Sora's Birthday Gathering for @chivalryburdened _____

This experience felt so new, so strange. Almost frightening. She couldn't remember the last time she had set foot somewhere that wasn't Germa territory. So strange to be some place where her husband's leash wasn't bound around her throat.

How funny that this had all happened on this day of days.

It had been beyond startling to lie listlessly in her bed. Wasting away another pointless birthday in her flower covered prison. The sourful promise of her husband's appearance scheduled for some time that day. She didn't care. Had stopped caring to see that man long ago. What was there to care about as she stared blankly into the swirled seed pattern in the face of a sunflower?

Cosette had promised her cake and her delicious pasta today! She hoped it came soon. She had no interest in sharing a single morsel of her celebration meal with that man...

Suddenly, the bedroom door to her suite burst open. Startled, she had looked up expecting to see Judge appearing in a fit of rage. She most certainly had NOT been expecting to see Cosette letting a green-haired man and a orange-haired woman into her room. The chef had told the queen not to be frightened just before Sora was scooped up into the swordsman's impressively strong arms.

What happened next was simply CHAOS!

She was taken aboard a very strange looking pirate ship as said pirates waged war on Germa, Cosette holding her hand and whispering reassurances the whole time. Sora didn't bother to struggle. What could happen to her that was possibly worse than her meaningless forced existence on Germa?

She had to admit she was surprised to find herself settled into a private room in the ship. Sat carefully on a bed next to a window. A small reindeer-looking child quickly taking her vitals and tending to her bruised flesh. Oh, when had those gotten there? Had Judge left them? Curious.

She didn't see Cosette once settled in the room. The tiny child did give her a glass of water. The sight of it pulled a laugh, crystal and clear, from Sora for the first time in ages. The glass of chilled water had "Happy Birthday" haphazardly printed across it!

What a funny coincidence! The universe must be playing tricks on her.

A smile fixed itself on her face as she took a sip of cool water. Lemon. How delightful!

A commotion at the door draws her attention. The orange-haired girl is back and is shoving a blond young man into the room. Hands sprout from the wall and deposit a plate with a cupcake atop it into the blond's hands. Sora, still sipping, innocently drifts her gaze to the man's face. She stares into the depths of a brilliant blue eye that is topped by extremely familiar swirled eyebrow.

The very sight of it crashes Sora's reality to a startling halt. The amusing glass slips from her frail hands. Spilling chilled contents all across her lap, soaking into her blankets and gown. Water dropping down her chin from her mouth held agape. She's frozen, trembling. Gathering moisture in her eyes blurring out the vision before her as the most guttural, animalistic, distressed sob rips from her throat.

[huanghying]

Sweet child of mine, Sweet love of mine

[philandresi]

Your guardian angel🤍