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otherworldly-com Β· 8 months ago
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γ…€γ…€β€Žβ€Žβ€ŽSLEEPING PRINCE
γ…€γ…€γ…€germa kingdom β€’ 1:34 ᡃᡐ β€’ high tower
Connections: 'crewmate', sibling, theif/assassin, maid/gaurd
cw: mention of machinery/medical equipment and mention of death.
β€œThe Sleeping Prince! I saw him! Through the tower window!”
Sanji Vinsmoke, years ago was declared dead right after his mothers death, shocking the rest of the kingdom and spreading pity for the young boys death. Unbeknownst to them high above, contained in a secluded room in a tower, laid the sleeping blonde, discarded and locked away to sleep until his death. The only thing keeping him alive was the guilty maids, the fluids pumping into his body and the dreams that flooded his mind of adventure on the deadly seas, surprisingly, as a pirate.
The sun had long set, the moon taking its rightful place as it bathed the earth in a low white light, quietly as can be, you pushed the heavy wooden door ajar, the moan of the doors hinges echoing off into the night’s choir. The peaceful face of the Prince laid in the light, only highlighting his sunken cheeks and the purple bruises littering the skin that showed, an indicator that someone else had previously paid him a visit, further proven by the disturbed flowers which their petals painted the floor. Despite the ethereal atmosphere, something felt off. Not wrong. Just off… as if something was about to happen. Keeping your plan in mind, you cautiously step closer, the forest life outside seemingly growing quiet.
Further explaining the 'crewmates' part, Sanji in this au has never met any of the strawhats. You are free to roleplay the strawhats from the canon world, where Sanji is a strawhat! You can even make your own version of your character for this au, I've sort of made this based off a fairytale sort of vibe, so feel free to do that too!
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otherworldly-com Β· 1 year ago
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β €β €β €β €BREAKFAST WITH A SIDE OF COMFORT
β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € going merry β€’ 6:12 ᡃᡐ β€’ kitchen
β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Connections; Crewmate (canon or oc)
Tw: Blood mention, bugs, mentions of injuries
The mornings were reserved for Sanji, although a little involuntary, he wasn't going to complain. As the sun peeked over the horizon, pouring its golden light into the kitchen and painting everything with its colour, Sanji stood in front of the cooker watching with experienced eyes as the pancake mixture bubbled away in the pan. Shifting to the right of the cooker, he picked up his precious kitchen knife before taking hold of a strawberry, placing it upon a cutting board before swiftly, the strawberry laid cut in a blink of an eye. The music of the kitchen and waking world faded slowly, as he glanced down at his hand, red juice staining his fingertips as it seeped into the curves of his skin.Β 
And then, Sanji wasn't in the kitchen anymore. The stone floor beneath him was cold despite the summer weather beyond the bars, his hands swatted and scratched as bugs had deemed his last night wounds delectable, his fingernails dug into the swelling bug bites littered on his skin, dots of red sitting on the peaks. With a choked and quiet gasp, Sanji awoke back in the kitchen, still standing there with the now dry cut strawberry and the pancake slowly beginning to emit smoke. Then, he finally registered the door creaking open, the cause of him regaining his consciousness, trying to compose himself in the few seconds he had Sanji looked away and focused on the pancake, flipping it to see the damage his amateur mistake caused. He didn’t try to speak, too afraid his voice would waver and fizzle out, revealing his state of mind.
Open for roleplay! You can also contact me via discord .loverbxy or on here! <;33
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