Hello,,, guy,, anti septic guy,,, favorite guy,,, hello :]

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Parsley Botch w/ the Sunset Over Water pallet? It’d be cool to see how you’d draw my favourite Smile With Me character.

YAYAYAYA

I LOVE HIM TY FOR THE RQ <333

Hi there! I love your written works for Sanji, they were so immersive and well written, I found myself lost in the story and! Beautifully done! If its not too much trouble, may I ask for some SFW and, if possible, NSFW headcanons for Sanji with the reader, please? Thank you for your time keep shining on! ❤

ahh this is literally one of the sweetest comments i’ve ever received about my writing, so thank you really <3 and it’s never trouble, i write to please and entertain; so, here you go! i hope you enjoy :) 

sfw:

at first, everything is more or less the same, but it’s all in the details.

you think nothing’s changed; he continues flirting with others, professing loudly how they are the light of his life and the reason for his very being—all lies, you remind yourself constantly—and it doesn’t occur to him that he should stop doing that altogether. it gives him pause, this realization, and guilt steadily spreads through his chest. he tries reasoning with himself—it’s what he’s known the majority of his life; he’s never had anyone genuinely like him the way he’s liked them before.

until you, of course.

in his head, you have a special place in his heart, and that’s all that really matters to him. with a love like this, he can’t afford to mess up; so, bit by bit, he offers small pieces of himself, in the hopes that you’ll still want him around. 

it’s gradual, but worthwhile. it starts with him sitting next to you for every meal; no one pays attention at first, but after the tenth time your crewmates start to question him. he waves them off, not wanting to elaborate, but also feeling irritatingly demure on the matter—to the point that a faint blush can be seen on his cheeks whenever your name is mentioned, a burden he is more than willing to carry.

brook and robin like to tease him whenever you’re nearby; you don’t mind, if anything, it’s flattering; but he certainly does. when you ask him why, he’s in the middle of sauteing vegetables, the aroma enticing you to hang out in the kitchen a little longer; you are precious to him, he says absently—waves of agitation rippling off of him as he speaks—and he doesn’t want anyone prying. let alone luffy, brook, or zoro. especially zoro, who teases sanji endlessly until you come by and berate the obtuse swordsman for being childish and petty.

it warms his heart, having someone defend him like that; you don’t really think anything of it, it’s the most natural thing in the world for you to do, actually.

on seemingly less busy days—where clouds coast lazily in the sky, the sunlight keeping everyone invigorated and full of energy—you’ll find that he prepares extra special desserts for you alone. when allows you into his sanctuary—the kitchen being semi-off limits while he works—you don’t question it, instead you cherish the moment. he lets you be the first to taste-test his food—much to luffy’s chagrin—and the one who helps him plan the menu for every day of the week.

a healing love; nourishing, always growing, comfortable yet life-altering. when you finally reach the core of his heart, that’s when you know that this is a forever kind of love.

nsfw:

he’s a very giving lover, everyone knows that. but—you’re the one who really knows. intimately, at that. if you think sanji will ever tire of pleasing you, you’re severely mistaken. even when his body is at its limits, fatigue threatening him with hallucinations, he manages to find himself in between your legs every single time.

he’ll feed you pieces of fruit—neatly cut, symmetrical, fresh—and when you try to wipe the juice off of your chin, he stops you and swipes his tongue along your skin, tracing the sticky path until he finds his way back to your mouth. when he kisses you, it’s with every single fiber of his being—feverish, short, messy; you liquefy, legs giving out but he catches you—he’s always catching you.

sometimes, when his arousal is too great, he doesn’t bother removing your clothes, opting to push your panties to the side, slender fingers dancing along your slick folds, before pinching your clit to get your attention. 

he’ll remind you to focus only on him before he sits you atop whatever surface that’s closest to you—so he can have more access. his lips coast along your soft, inner thigh with little regard for the soft, pleading moans that escape your mouth. normally, he takes his time to tease more noises out of you, but there are some nights where feels as if he’ll implode if he doesn’t taste you.

except, he doesn’t just taste, he devours—expertly, dangerously, an addiction he won’t ever give up no matter what. he’s the type to greedily try to give you more orgasms than you know what to do with. it’s only when you’re too overstimulated to do anything but whimper and tug on his hair that he grants you a bit of mercy. 

a culinary prodigy, his motto is to eat every crumb off of every plate. you are now his most favorite meal to consume. nutritional, even.

the softness of your body will tempt him all day, and if he can, he’ll have you on top of the kitchen counter, writhing as his hips knock into yours in succession, like a man obsessed. and maybe he is. just don’t expect any sympathy when he’s in this state, either; he’ll apologize for it later, when his head clears. but if anyone ever asks, he’ll say he’s guiltless.

all tuckered out

I just realized, today is my 2 year anniversary on this site!

I'm not gonna get too sappy but I am so insanely grateful for all the lovely friends I've made and all the wonderful art and stories that you guys have shared with the rest of us ❤😘

Thanks to all of you!

I have OneShot brainrot

New Scout still.

I went for something a little more artsy and dynamic this time. The glass in the back was experimental but I think it ended up really working out.

Elite Knight of Astora, Oscar decided to play a Different Soulsborne Game by From Software since he still cannot Beat the First Boss of Dark Souls for “some reason”...

(Though he does not understand why Every New "Soulsborne" Games should be Harder than the Last One and Disagrees about Difficulty being their "Main Selling Point"...)

I'm still mad at the shaders incompatibility.

NOW LISTEN I AM NOT FINE. B.C.R. THIS IS A SIGN I’M MANIFESTING OVER HERE

i just miss seeing kibum perform 🥺

"Outrider Amber ready for duty"

Our lovely Outrider got a little upgrade

G-g-guys.

They...they...

Pencile'd trencil....

TRENCIL THE PENCIL HELP

Some SFM renders of me and a couple buddies Reach Spartans

““ DR BORIS HABIT : SMILE FOR ME ““

self indulgent : feel free to like + reblog

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Decided to make my own version of that Berserk Skeleton meme.

“If I was a bluebird I would fly to you”

🥺🥺🥺

Getting back into SFM stills. My friends on discord recently got me into TF2 so I thought I'd toy with TF2 models.

The Kong King map is legitimately a nice map though, I've actually used this one once before in one of my Gordon renders