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#i did sketches in my book and i forgOT
lindalofbroome · 5 months
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07 - Filli❔
lil bby too precious for this world (will burn your house down if you hurt jasmine)
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lowpolyshadow · 10 months
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i have art block but i also don't have art block you feel me
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darkmagicmirror · 4 months
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She's learning more dark magic, probably 🐍🪞
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daily-whistlepaw · 23 days
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You must be so freaking pumped rn. The writers are considering making Whistlepaw a POV!!!
I am away from Tumblr for ONE NIGHT, one night where I'm going to a play with some friends and they post it THEN.
My god this is terrible for my heart, they are going to kill me eventually with this. Yes I Am Hyped.
Also, @vulturequills' drawing of my design of Whis is in this article. They Know About Me Lol.
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archivedbyebye · 10 months
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Rayla finally came back from getting her coffee
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chaospearin · 8 months
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saw dragon hunter lancelot and was consumed with the need to draw and give em lore immediately
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kin-machine · 2 years
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a gift for @cypric-rat-hyperfixation​ in an attempt to reacquaint myself with digital art again - their rat OC Forstå !
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spghtrbry · 2 years
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hello dear opera tumblr. once again it’s me with my stupid carmen doodles (also one exclusive jonas kaufmann picture lol). as usual, context in tags
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t4tcecilos · 5 months
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IGAVENT POSTED MY CURTWEN ART HERE YET
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fluffypotatey · 6 months
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omfg
so i found an old sketchbook of mine (bc all my middle school friends were drawing and I wanted to join) and dam the nostalgia
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godhasforsnakenme · 1 year
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let it be known that I completed my journal today, like I wrote on the last available page for it
holy shit
#dania rambles about shit#its a green leather one that I bought for summer vacation 2013#it lasted me ten fucking years#what the fuck a whole decade#we forgot to take it with us when we went on vacation in august before 8th grade started#like I wrote in it each time something important enough happened that I'd remembered its existence#we'd had to find it through all the piles of papers and notebooks and sketchbooks on our desk#or when we got the book shelves and couldn't keep it in the same spot for us to find omfg#like this journal was there when I met the most important people of my life#wrote in it when I graduated and went to college#wrote in it sometimes when I had to just write out my thoughts that were keeping me up at night#the process of my handwriting getting to what it is today like similarities can be seen to the chicken scrall I had ten years ago#yet its so damn different to the chicken scrall we have today lmao#the first entry was a sketch of the beach in cali#it was done when I got back from vacationing and realised I forgot it which defeated the purpose of why I got it in the first place#as in to write all the things I did on those days spent away from home#so it became tradition to just forget the journal and a joke to try and finish it at all#the last entry I made today because I finally stopped procrastinating and make the important phone calls#we reached an epiphany of sorts and could finally fill out those last two pages that had been sitting blank since last year#literally closing a chapter of my life#a whole book on it really#idk about getting a new one#like what if it takes another ten years to finish?#also the sketchbooks have served for the same purpose recently when writing letters I can't bring myself to send#plus sketches to go along with whatever brain rot we have going on#hmmmm decisions decisions
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bedoballoons · 7 months
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Could I request Kaveh, Alhaitham, Neuvilette and Kaeya getting called beautiful by their s/o?
Aaawe beautiful boys. Thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy <3
─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂
{༻~Beautiful~༺}
CW: Super sweet and fluffy!
(Includes: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Neuvillette, and Kaeya!)
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𑁍༄Kaveh:
Your chin rested in the palm of your hand as you watched Kaveh sketch away, a single strand of blonde hair swaying in front of his vision ever so often and...he just seemed so...in the moment. You just couldn't keep it to yourself, it left your lips before you could even think of a way to stop it, "You're so beautiful Kaveh."
His pencil stopped in place as he looked at you, his cheeks dusted with a light blush, "What...what did you say?"
"You're beautiful...so absolutely, wonderfully, beautiful..."
"I...I...thank you..."
𑁍༄Alhaitham:
You looked up at Alhaitham, watching as he read aloud to you while you lazily laid on him and forgot every word of the story only moments after he said it, it couldn't be helped that he was far more interesting than the book. Especially now, with the way his fingers flipped the pages and the light hit his skin so perfectly...he almost looked unreal..., "Alhaitham...you look beautiful."
His eyes left the written words so he could look at you with a puzzled expression, "I'm just reading, you see me do this everyday."
"Yes and everyday you look beautiful...and right now it's especially noticeable."
"...I suppose it goes without saying then that I also find you beautiful."
𑁍༄Neuvillette:
"Yes thank you. Oh before you go could you take these papers to the dukes carrier, I need them signed and dated. Make sure to send a box of tea for him as well and alert Miss Clorinde of her possible opponent, make sure she's prepared for battle and..."
You zoned out as you watched Neuvillette work, taking in his busy nature and noticing quickly how he seemed to be constantly multitasking, how he could manage four different topics at once and leave you feeling awestruck. He was incredible and even as he busied himself with tasks..he just made your heart race and butterflies flutter in your stomach.
"So beautiful"
"What did you say dear?"
"Just falling in love with you more every second and calling you beautiful while you focus on other things."
"I...my goodness. You flatter me I swear."
𑁍༄Kaeya:
"So what if I do call you beautiful....while you're about to find some juicy information on the fatui I just lean in and whisper it into your ear. What would you do?" You smiled at Kaeya teasingly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the thought...in all honesty he was always goregous in your eyes and right now you couldn't stop thinking it, he could leave you flustered just by winking at you.
"My my...I guess I'd just have to come up with a way to call you it back, time it just right so you'd get all blushed and cute. It's only fair after all."
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧
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random-writing-panda · 11 months
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||•~ Growing pains ~•||
(Older)Damian Wayne x Reader
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*My GIF
I’m finally getting better at making fic’s longer. As always I hope you guys enjoy it and that my inability to spell doesn’t reflect in my writing to much🙃 
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: little bit angsty
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Damian starts to develop feelings towards his best friend, he doesn't understand what these feelings mean so who better to go to but his big brother Dick?
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Damian hated this class. Out of all the classes he had to waste his day attending, this one was the worst because the one person who made school bearable was on the other side of the room. So, he was stuck sitting next to morons who only wanted to talk to him because he was Damian Wayne.  
He was zoned out not paying any attention to the class, he didn’t need to, he knew more about the subject then the teacher did and that left him to doing the one thing that had seemed to take over his life recently, drawing you. He sat there sketching lines onto his book glancing up to look over to you as you sat with your face resting in your hand looking half asleep. Damian smiled to himself as he looked back down to the sketch. No matter how many times he drew you he could never make it perfect, never fully capture the beauty you hold.
It had been almost two months of Damian drawing you. You had found one of his sketch books and were so shocked at how talented he was, the detail was incredible, so obviously as his best friend you begged him to draw you.  
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“No.” he sighed  
“C’monnnn Dami please! Just one sketch. It’s just one please!” you grab his arm and he squirms a little.
“Oh sorry... I forgot the touching thing. But seriously please? Just draw me once.” you pull you hand away and give him puppy dog eyes. You were the one person he listened to, not a lot, but more than anyone else.
“Fine. One okay?” he looks over to you and smiles as you start clapping and smiling.
“Thank you Dami!”  
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He had finished the sketch and just looked at it just wasn’t good enough, it was missing something and he couldn’t make it look perfect but you had seen him stop so you practically ran over to him and sat next to him and ran your fingers over the edge of the paper and you had smiled so much, you seemed so happy.  
As happy as you were with the picture Damian just couldn’t let go of the fact something was missing, so he tried again, using the picture of the two of you that he kept in his room as a reference.
It drove him crazy, whenever he saw you there was something so beautiful that he just couldn’t capture in his drawings and eventually after every day you spent together, he would sit down and draw it.  
Over the two months he had filled up the entire book with memories and whenever he looked through his sketchbook he was filled with happiness and something completely unexplainable.
“Damian since you seem to be paying attention what is the answer to the question?” the teacher asked trying to embarrass him. It backfired quickly when Damian answered correctly without even looking up from his book. The class tried to stifle their laughter as the teacher turned red and tried to continue with the class.
Damian shot his eyes up to look at you again and he heard your laugh after what had occurred and he just smiled back at you. He didn’t know what was happening to him.
How he felt about you confused him which he hated Damian absolutely hated not know what was happening especially when his own feelings are what were confusing him. He needed to know what was happening and he couldn’t work it out on his own... he needed help...  
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He was never going to let Damian live this down. Damien actually asking for someone else's help.
“I swear Grayson. You will never utter a word of this conversation to anyone is that understood?” Damian scowls at Dick as they sit across from each other.  
“Sure, okay fine what do you need help with Damian?” Dick slouches over resting his elbows on his knees.
“Whenever I’m with Y/n... I feel weird.” Damian says trying to piece together the words.
“Weird? What do you mean weird?”  
“If I knew what I meant I would have said that wouldn't I Grayson? Uh forget it.” Damian goes to stand up.
“No! Hey Damian, I'm sorry come on I want to help.” Dick says standing and gently puts his hand on Damian’s shoulder, “Just talk to me try to explain it?”
“Fine... when I’m with her I...I just...I feel like I’m happier... I feel like a better person and I feel...okay I mean actually okay.” Damian sat back down and but his head in his hands. “And... there is just something unexplainable and...I don’t understand... my entire life i have know exactly how to feel and how to respond... how to turn off my feelings...but I can’t and I don’t know how to deal with it... i don’t even know what it is!”
“Heh... sounds like you're in love.” Dick lets out a small almost sad chuckle. “First love...wow”
“Love?-”
“Yeah love it is what happens when people-”  
“I know what love is Grayson!” Damian replies hastily and rolls his eyes, “I just didn’t know it felt like... this...”
“It’s love. It feels like love. You just know!” Dick says almost like he was confused  
“No Grayson. I don’t know that’s why I came to you.” Damian knew people didn’t understand but at this point they didn’t even try to understand that he couldn't process emotion like other people, they just brush it off.
“I’m trying to be supportive but how do you not know what love is like? Any kind of love?”
“Well Dick some of us didn’t grow up perfectly.”
“Perfectly?! Perfectly really?? No one in this house grew up perfectly! Except maybe Alfred, but that’s beside the point!”
“Yeah well you could be less of a dick, Dick.” Damien stood up and walked away without a second thought.
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“I will never understand the need for a bed the size of a normal room.” You laugh as you fall back onto Damian’s bed and lay there looking up at his ceiling.
“I don’t get it either but its comfortable.”  Damian raises his head and puts his pencil on his desk.
“I agree maximum comfort levels. I should sleep over more.” you smile and watching you on his bed his face heats up and you move around on the bed and walk over to him.
You sit up on his desk and look down at Damian’s sketch book.
“Is that me?” you move to grab the book, but Damian gets to it first and slams it shut.
“Nope.” his eyes meet yours and he smiles, “Not you at all.”  
“Hm I don’t think so, I'm pretttyy sure that was me.”  
He looks down and he tried to stay calm. Did you hate him? Did you think he was creep? Were you going to stop hanging out with him?
“Let me see it!” you laugh and try to grab the book.
“No!”  
“Please?”
“...Fine...”
He hands the book over to you and his hand brushed yours and you smiled.
You open the book to the first page and see a beautiful sketch of your day out at the beach with him, you flip over the pages one by one and are met with an entire book full of drawings of you.
“Damian...”
That was it you thought he was a creep.
“These are so amazing...” you reach the end of the book and find a page with your sketch in a box in the middle of the page.
“Sorry...this is weird...” He looks at the wall and straightens up in his seat.
You reach over and place your hand on his cheek, you run your finger over the side of his face.
“What are you talking about? They are amazing Damian what are you embarrassed about?”
“You don’t think I'm creepy for having a sketch book full of pictures of you?” Damian laughs and leans into your hand.
“No... it's so sweet.” you look down trying to force words pass the lump in your throat. “It’s nice to have the guy you like take that much interest in you...” you mumble to quietly.
“You like me?”
“Yeah...maybe...a little bit...”  
“Good.” Damian stands up and tugs you off the desk and hugs you. “Because... I think I like you too.”
“Damian?”
He pulls back.
“Yeah...?”
“Can I kiss you?”  
He smiles and you lean into him and press your lips against his and you slowly close your eyes,grasping your waist tightly he pulls you closer to him. The moment seems to last for an eternity and once you pull away you rest you head on his chest.
“Just one sketch huh...?” you look up and Damien rolls his eyes at chuckles.
“Just one sketch.”  
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ozzgin · 5 months
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Hello again, are requests still open? If they are, can I request headcanons for Izuku, Shoto, and Tamaki with an artist reader? They stumble upon the reader's book full of art. The book also has drawings of them and the reader together.
Yes! I even have your previous ask halfway written in my drafts, which I might just conveniently incorporate it here haha. I'm just very slow to write everything. I do mark the request section as closed when it's the case., so no worries.
BNHA Characters x Artist! Reader Headcanons
Featuring Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shoto, Amajiki Tamaki and a reader whose doodles are rather obvious in meaning. More fluff!
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Midoriya Izuku
Deku is not really one to pry. So it was absolutely not his intention to snoop. He'd just assumed that your notebook has generic scribbles made of class notes, facts and observations, similar to his. He didn't expect to find intricate sketches, and of such quality too!
Really, he's mesmerized. He has an eye for detail and will carefully scan every line and every brush stroke. Is this a portrait of your teacher? Fantastic angle you've chosen! The crosshatching adds a lot of depth. He slowly flips through the pages, wondering why you've never mentioned your hobby. He's even a little dejected, fearing you might not consider him as close a friend.
Then he reaches the doodles of him and you together. Oh. Ooooh. He has to look away for a moment, trying to contain his blush. Well, it certainly makes sense you'd keep it from him. He'd like to return the sketchbook and pretend he never saw anything, but...As much as he doesn't want to embarrass you, he can't get the idea out of his mind. To think you like him, too...Can he really hide how happy that makes him?
Todoroki Shoto
Opening your personal belongings was completely unintentional. Todoroki had accidentally included one of your notebooks among his own and swiftly left for his dorm room. As he clumsily dumped out the contents of his bag, he finally spotted the foreign item sprawled out on his desk.
Drawings? He can't think of anyone in class to ever mention such interest. Then he remembers he sat next to you, so it must be yours. He blushes slightly at the idea. It would be most terrible of him to snoop further, but he can't help his curiosity. He'd love to know more about you and a perfect opportunity is shining brightly before him. Just a quick peek...nothing more.
To think you were this skilled and he never noticed. He stumbles upon a portrait of himself. Unexpected. When did you even have the time to observe him so carefully? His lips purse in embarrassment. By the time he reaches the lovely couple doodles, his ears are bright red. Was his crush that obvious? He can hardly believe the coincidence of you liking him back and expressing it so clearly. Returning the sketchbook will certainly be interesting. It is the duty of a Prince, after all (If he is to refer to your little sketches).
Amajiki Tamaki
Tamaki has noticed how you often sneak away from the crowds and assumed you, too, are struggling with anxiety and awkwardness. Upon further inspection, however, it seems you just enjoy sketching by yourself. He feels a little ridiculous, hiding behind the wall and spying on an innocent hobby like this.
Then again, why the secrecy? He always thought you're good friends, yet you never mentioned anything about it. Combined with the fact you frequently praise him or gaze at him uncomfortably long...Are you planning on pranking him or something? No, no, that's just his paranoia talking. He reassures himself as he holds the little book you conveniently forgot behind. This is the perfect opportunity to prove to himself he's overthinking as usual.
Seeing the doodles of you and him together turns him into a fumbling, red-faced mess. His hands are trembling. The polite thing to do right now would be to close the notebook and promptly return it. Still, he's stuck in place, staring at the pages. Is this a joke? You can't possibly like him back. Someone like him. As much as he denies it, the longing won't leave his flustered heart. A man can dream...
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bby-deerling · 6 months
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birthday cake (zoro x fem!reader)
more zoro fluff, i'm on a roll lately. recently discovered i share a birthday with brook (even though it's currently ages away), and got this silly little idea. wc 1k, zoro bullies sanji. same reader as my other zoro x reader fics!
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Though it may not appear so to an outside observer, Zoro hangs onto every word you have ever said, absorbing them all like a sponge.  It scared him at first, worrying he was getting distracted from his training, but over time he figured that singularly focusing on swordsmanship left him with a lot of empty space in his head to fill.  The things you tell him; your poetic musings, all the technical aspects of the paintings you create, your darkest fears, and your eclectic range of knowledge about almost any topic all get filed away in the back of his brain.
His crew often found themselves flabbergasted when Zoro pulled this information to the forefront.  When Chopper wonders aloud how lasers work, he grabs a napkin and sketches diagrams to accompany his explanation that was at least eighty-percent correct.  When Robin comments on the ever developing impressionistic style of your pieces, she is quite amused that he has quite a lot to say about your brushwork as of late, going so far as to compare the way you hold your brush to his grip on his swords; you had stopped choking up so far on your brush at his suggestion to help increase the fluidity of your marks and seen a large amount of improvement in your work as a result.  During the two years he spent on Kuraigana, he drove Perona up a wall whenever he caught her reading a book he recognized and gave her his very strong opinions on the characters that were entirely based on a brief synopsis you had given him.
That’s why it makes him absolutely crazy when he realizes the stupid, shitty cook has forgotten your birthday, one of the most basic, mundane things about you.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Zoro had asked him, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.
“Nothing too far out of the ordinary.  I suppose I’ll make a cake despite the fact that Brook can’t really taste it; I know Luffy will want to throw a big party—” Sanji began, before being cut off.
“Moron.  Aren’t you forgetting something?” Zoro asks, voice dropping and laced with venom.
Sanji goes pale white with the realization that you shared a birthday with Brook—he had bought you a gift ages ago and forgotten about it, the exact date vaporizing into thin air.
“I can’t believe you forgot it’s her birthday too, especially after all the nonsense she did for yours last month.  I told her it wasn’t worth it, but she insisted anyways.” Zoro hisses, jaw clenched.
Sanji ignores Zoro’s hostility and begins flipping through recipes, deciding on an elaborate, three tier sponge cake with strawberry flavored icing.
“She doesn’t want that.” Zoro said, staring over his shoulder.
“Remind me what your job is here again, moss-head?” the cook asks, cigarette in his mouth snapping as he bites down on it in frustration.
Zoro goes to the cabinet that harbors his liquor stash and pulls out a small cardboard box he had bought at the last island.  “This is what she wants.  Do you have the special pan for it?”
Sanji examines the box of angel food cake mix and sighs.  “I’m not feeding her cake mix for her birthday, moss-head.  I’ll make one from scratch.” he says, swearing under his breath when he realized how much of a dent it was going to put into the ship’s supply of eggs due to the sheer amount of egg whites required.
“She wants the box mix.  It’s what she grew up having.  If you won’t make it I will.” Zoro insists, pushing the box back towards the cook.  “You know those cookies she likes from that bakery on her home island?  With tons of sugar piled on top?”
Sanji nods.  “I’ve been there. Zeff and I stole the recipe years ago.  It’s really just a basic sugar cookie—"
“They have to be in the shapes of lambs.” Zoro said.  Sanji desperately searches the moss-head’s face for any sign of him not being serious, but he turns up empty.
“Where the hell am I going to get a cookie cutter shaped like a lamb in the middle of the ocean?” Sanji snaps, secretly grateful for Zoro’s assistance but nonetheless vexed by his the swordsman’s demanding tone.
“Dunno, but you better figure it out soon.” Zoro says with a shrug, thoroughly enjoying the emotional turmoil that this entire situation was causing Sanji.  “Ask Usopp or Franky to make one for you, though who knows if they’re willing at this hour.”  Sanji clenches his jaw and nods and picks up a napkin that Zoro has scribbled a rough sketch on, making a mental note to bring it to Usopp later.
As Zoro turns to walk out of the kitchen, Sanji can’t help but throw him one last remark, despite not being in the position to do so. 
“I’m surprised you remembered all this, moss-head.  I thought all that was between your ears was empty space and ear wax.” he says, not looking up from his recipe book.
“You’re surprised I pay attention when she talks?” Zoro asks incredulously.  Sanji sighs, knowing he practically walked into that one, and prepares for another verbal lash.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you her favorite meals too.  Honestly, I don’t even see why we keep you around when you can’t even get this right without my help.  Stuff like this is why Nami doesn’t give you the time of day, besides being an idiot pervert and all—”
“Out of the kitchen now, moss for brains.” Sanji snaps, shoving his boot into his back and kicking him towards the exit.  Before he closes the door, Zoro pokes his head through the opening.
“No frosting.” he says.  “Don’t forget.”
“None at all?  You’re certain?” Sanji asks incredulously.  Zoro nods affirmatively and slams the door to the kitchen, finally giving the cook some peace and quiet, fingers rubbing his temples to get rid of the headache that the swordsman had given him.
The next day, your shared birthday party with Brook in the Sunny's kitchen is the most memorable you’ve ever had, and you’re nothing short of amazed when Sanji pulls out cake and cookies identical to the kind your mother always served you.
The wonder in your eyes at how Sanji was able to replicate the desserts dissipates and is replaced by appreciation and understanding when Zoro grins at you and squeezes your thigh under the table, a silent admission that he'd helped the cook put everything together.
No wonder everything turned out so perfect; how could it not when he pays so much attention to what you need?
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spicyboelives · 4 days
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Full disclosure these are screenshots straight from my insta, I forgot I drew these.
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Can not find the sketchbook these came from?? Which means I did frank sketches over several years? if they where in 2 diff books.
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