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Cupid Sanji👼

this is a dtiys on instagram

time lapse

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Congratulations to our Mr. Prince!

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OHHHHH FOR GOD'S SAKE–

Save me fem Sanji save me

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This babygirl took over my accounts..🤭

Take a closer look at the details! The idea was that he and I exchanged clothes, but just look at these shoes, oh my god... I don’t have those!! I'm jealous now!!

🌹Happy Valentine's Day! 🌹

I brought a valentine for you! just look at him… let's support this beauty with likes and reposts, he is so embarrassed!! hehehe

sorry, I know it’s so selfish…….

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🌹Happy Valentine's Day! 🌹

I brought a valentine for you! just look at him… let's support this beauty with likes and reposts, he is so embarrassed!! hehehe

sorry, I know it’s so selfish…….

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nothing unusual, I just went to character.ai again and started a bacchanalia there, and now I decided to spend the next 14 hours illustrating how Sanji and I swapped clothes, thanks for your attention.

ps: I’ll post full in the coming days, now this baby is too embarrassed to show himself))

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here he comes ✨😖

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I love this spotted guy.

(I drew it in November in preparation for the art market)

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such is life, the works that i diligently made in 12-14 hours receive 5-6 less responses than a sketch drawn in an hour in a fit of agony and obsession... i'm tired of being an artist

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yes. definitely.

(I don't know how to comment on this, it happened by accident oopsss... 👉👈 )

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are we still on the priest sanji train? 🤭🤭🤭

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I watched "blue eyed samurai" in two days in one breath....

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I have a strong headcanon that Doffy is a huge fan of beach aesthetics... I drew this while I was at the seaside in the summer, hehehe 🩷

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ok ok people have gone crazy been asking for this so OKAY I'M TELLING YOU.

disclaimer: I am not a ficwriter and have never written anything. I am also not a Catholic and I may be wrong about some things, forgive me. And my knowledge of English may not be the best, so there may be errors in the text, if there are any, please notify me about them, I will correct it. Enjoy reading, I'm VERY AWKWARD, please be lenient... *giggles*

+18!! blood, unrequited love, masturbation~~

[it’s church-au, and it couldn’t have happened without a partial break from the canon, in general..]

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After achieving the goals set by Luffy and a series of certain unpleasant events, the Straw Hat crew was disbanded. Sanji has since greatly rethought his life and, having met certain people and traveled alone, he realized that pirate romance was a thing of the past, and he needed to change his views on the world. Suddenly, separated from his team, he began to feel... lonely. They still keep in touch, and he sees their successes, entries in newspapers - Chopper’s incredible discoveries in the field of medicine, Brook’s wonderful concerts are thundering all over the world here and there, Frankie’s inventions amaze the imagination, and of course the faces of dear and beloved Robin and Nami also flash in them, he cuts out and carefully stores all photographs and articles about them and other members of the team. And of course he is happy for them.. but.. even his favorite thing, the work of his whole life, does not bring him pleasure, he does not know what to strive for. And the dream of finding All-Blue... well, he always knew that it was just a dream, even when he fought for it. He still cherishes her in his heart. Probably, his All-Blue was all the seas that they sailed with the Straw Hats... but now that’s in the past.

Having met certain people and becoming interested in finding the meaning of his life, he somehow reached religion... and this helped him. It really helped to hold on and understand who he is. His kind heart always breathed with concern for others and a heightened sense of justice, a strict code of honor and his own rules of how he should and should not behave. Ultimately, having gone through this long journey, he chose the Christian clergy for himself.

And here he is... Father Vinsmoke is a young priest, about 30 years old. He recently graduated from seminary, received ordination and conducts services in the local church of a small cozy town. Of course, people like him, they are drawn to him and trust him. And of course, despite all his dedication to his new life, Father Vinsmoke is still young and his head is hot, despite a few gray hairs in his golden curls. Much is given to him with great difficulty, it is often difficult to control his own soul, his desires, emotions, but he really puts all his strength into it, and his faith in Christ is unshakable. He conducts sermons, baptizes babies, performs funeral services for the dead and comforts the widowed, conducts confessions and weddings, and also often prepares food for the poor and suffering, or simply treats parishioners and colleagues on holidays with something he has prepared with his own hands, and he has really begun to like this life.

Until the moment he met you... he had never seen such deep eyes, such unusual and gentle beauty. Among all the parishioners, already familiar to him in many ways, you appeared like an angel from heaven and began to come to church at a time when there were no services, and the church was simply quiet and empty. You always just sat on one of the benches, always in the same place. One day he saw you again, you were sitting with your hands folded on the back of the bench in front of you and your head in your hands. You were in this position for a long time and.. Sanji finally decided to approach, although people who are praying are usually not disturbed, but he.. he just wanted to know if you needed help, maybe you were sleeping or... crying..? He could not stand aside from the girl suffering alone.

Your voice and worried look made him blush for the first time in front of you in a minute... but now this is a common thing for him. He forever recorded in his memory the way you call him "Father Vinsmoke", as well as your name... even under pain of death, he will never forget it.

You had a little conversation... it turned out that you were really new to this place. Your heavy look said that you were going through difficult times and since something brought you here, then, as often happens, this is the last hope for people. And Father Vinsmoke decided that he would do everything possible to help you. You weren’t even a very religious person, but your agnosticism still didn’t stop you from coming here and just being in a quiet, welcoming place where no one would drive you away. You were looking for solace, a refuge for your soul, something that could help you get through this... and Father Vinsmoke saw himself in you.

Since then, you have often spoken a little like this. You had many questions, and for him it was the greatest joy to answer them. His sincere happy smile and attentive gaze were able to dispel the melancholy in any soul. And you were drawn to this place. After a while, he noticed that your heavy, thoughtful look and your smile, hiding something deeply sad behind it, began to become more and more joyful. And you began to go to sermons, read Christian literature and dive deeper into it, your faith slowly grew, you found more and more things that responded to your heart, and you even dared to confess.

And Father Vinsmoke helped you, explaining everything that was not clear, rejoicing at your every new question, story, experience. Sanji was always there. And he suddenly realized that... he couldn’t live without you anymore. And a few days after he realized his feelings, his deep love and affection, care and admiration for you, you suddenly mentioned your fiancé in confession...

For Father Vinsmoke, this day was a real mourning. All his dreams and hopes, even the most restrained and pious, were shattered. Just like his big heart. He knew that most likely you are not alone, because having such a girl is probably worth its weight in gold, and he would have many competitors. But the groom... that meant he didn't have a chance and he shouldn't even think about you in that way if he still wanted to call himself "Father Vinsmoke"...

Father Vinsmoke, who can't stop blushing when he feels your gaze on him during a sermon.

Father Vinsmoke, who silently cries behind the bars of the confessional when you tell God about something really difficult that you are going through...

Father Vinsmoke, who wants to hold your body in his arms forever, just to know that you are okay and nothing is bothering you.

Father Vinsmoke, who forbids himself to think about you romantically, but is unable to kill this fiery love within himself, no matter how hard he tries...

Father Vinsmoke, whose nose began to bleed while administering the sacrament, and it was your turn... he could not calmly look at your sweet tender lips closing around the spoon with the blood and flesh of Christ.

Father Vinsmoke, who dreams of becoming your elegant soft dress, so that he can hug and snuggle against your delicate skin all day long.

Father Vinsmoke, suffering from the mere thought that he cannot even touch you with a finger.

Father Vinsmoke, who dreams of scenes of you so hot that he wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and finding himself so hard...

Father Vinsmoke, touching himself in the hope of somehow alleviating his torment, and afterwards feeling like such a dirty sinner... as if all these years of dedication to the Lord had been crossed out and thrown into the void...

...and what a fool he is to naively believe that a moment’s pleasure and weakness will help alleviate and close this emptiness in his lonely heart. He knows that he will never get this pleasure with you and will not give this pleasure to you... but is your fiancé capable of doing this? does he hug you as passionately as Father Vinsmoke could?

Father Vinsmoke, who notices all the little things, from the shape of your nails to the seams of your underwear hiding under a long dress, the strands of hair escaping from your hairstyle that he would so much like to remove with his own hands, your thin pale ankles in dainty little shoes... sort of he wanted to be able to close his fingers around them.

Father Vinsmoke, who hates himself for the fact that he can desecrate your honest name and your pure body before the Lord in his wet fantasies.

Father Vinsmoke, with tears sincerely praying for your health and well-being every night before going to bed, in the hope that God will forgive him.. that you will forgive him.. (but Sanji can't forgive himself)..

Father Vinsmoke, praying for your man's health too, as long as you are happy. It would be better for him to be a good person.. not capable of cruelty and bad deeds, not capable of betraying a girl like you, otherwise Father Vinsmoke’s faith in people will die.

Father Vinsmoke, who suffers from anemia and periodically loses consciousness, because he cannot eat normally, because he's sick of himself, and sleeps little from a feeling of guilt and shame that burns his soul..

Father Vinsmoke, who feels like a pathetic slave to his desires, but can't do anything with his body.

Father Vinsmoke, who flinches every time you approach him and call him by name... after what he saw in his dream and what he did, imagining you in his arms, in his bed, he can no longer calmly look into your beautiful pure eyes.

Father Vinsmoke, trying his best not to question his faith in the Lord and devotion to him, but constantly in the depths of his soul reproaches and takes offense at Him for exposing Sanji's soul to such temptation and trials...

Father Vinsmoke, realizing that if all goes well, he will have to marry you... to unite your soul with the soul of another man before the face of God... and give you to this man.. can he bear it?

Father Vinsmoke...

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[okay sorry write me a fanfic with some kind of positive ending to this story please ahaha I can’t I feel so sorry for him despite the fact that I created it all in my head..]

Father Vinsmoke hasn't let me go for 2 months now since the post of @hunnismokah and I already have a church au with him lol sorry please I can't stop I love him so much I'm OBSESSED

I can write about this au in more detail but I'm a little embarrassed hehehhe pls tell me if u interested

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Details are important

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Father Vinsmoke hasn't let me go for 2 months now since the post of @hunnismokah and I already have a church au with him lol sorry please I can't stop I love him so much I'm OBSESSED

I can write about this au in more detail but I'm a little embarrassed hehehhe pls tell me if u interested

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hahahaha thank you very much, I really appreciate it!! I just saw a couple of photos on Pinterest and well.. they inspired me (I don’t know who this is and it seems to me that these are different people but that’s not the point), but Sanji’s energy is off the charts 🌟hehe

I couldn't write a comment on the post with my Sanji for some reason, so I decided to write here..

oh god these tags hahaha... thank you) I draw Sanji a lot.. love him very much.

Anyway, Merry Christmas and happy holidays to you!

no bcs that work is a MASTERPIECE. the pose the testure the hair the heart shades the SMIRK THE GAZE ÁAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM like look at him. i think you accidentally drew model sanji,,,

at any rate MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! hope the hols are going well 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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I SO WANT TO DRAW ALL OF THIS OH GOD wait. wait, I'll do it... 😤💔✨

i actually desperately need 40y/o zoro with reading glasses. thin wire frames with teensy rectangular lenses perched on his nose as he peers down at one of sanji’s french romance novels to see what all the fuss is about— after so many years with his husband he’s picked up a bit of the language and sanji has a stack of them on the nightstand and he’s bored, alright? sanji has something to wrap up at the restaurant and he might as well. he’s farsighted and squints at everything near him and it makes him look even grouchier than usual and the fact that he’s graying at the temples doesn’t help. he looks terrifyingly severe with all his scars and his frowning, until he smiles— he’s been doing that a lot more lately, and then people realise that’s why he has crow’s feet around his eyes. i need him to have a collection of bottles that he’s fiercely protective over; they’re all empty and the labels are faded to hell, but point to any one and he can tell you where it had been drunk. there’s a beer bottle from the first night he’d sailed with luffy. a sweet rum they’d popped to celebrate usopp’s return. the champagne from when he and sanji had gotten married.

i need 40y/o sanji with long, long hair that he ties and pins and styles differently every day. sometimes he makes decorative sourdough and he matches his braids to the patterns. i need him taking on protégés in his restaurant, guiding a new generation of culinary genius even though teenagers are fucking terrifying and annoying and argumentative, because he remembers being exactly like them and at the end of it they’re good kids. they listen to him (…to an extent). they’re sweet and talented and they do absolutely crazy shit in the process of trying to push their boundaries; sometimes they trip and fall, but it’s fine. that’s how they learn. that’s what sanji’s for, as their safety net and their mentor— he’ll give them shit for it and pick them up anyway, nag them while brusquely brushing off their knees. but sometimes, sometimes, they come up with something extraordinary, and sanji gets so proud he could cry. zeff drops by and nags at him for everything under the damn roof. sanji doesn’t mind it.

i need them in their kitchen, in the morning, when sanji’s far too chipper and zoro’s not awake enough, nursing a cup of coffee and half-asleep again at the table as sanji fries their eggs. i need zoro to have one of those old man rocking chairs that he settles into to watch the sunset and drink tea, because sanji’s managed to get him into tea of all things. he’d have never imagined liking matcha a decade ago. i need that rocking chair to be big enough for two so that sanji can curl into his side and thumb through yet another of his novels. i need zoro braiding his hair and falling asleep halfway. i need sanji pulling his glasses off when they slip down his nose and dragging his husband to bed so that he doesn’t bitch about his back hurting the next day. i need them at sanji’s restaurant, teaching the kids about food and liquor pairings— they’re a little terrified of zoro until he squints and pulls his specs out to read the labels, after which they’re running around calling him old man and grandpa roronoa. zoro fumes because for fuck’s sake, he’s forty, not ninety. he’s not old. he brings a bottle of wine three inches away from his face and sanji does nothing to stop the kids at all.

just— zoro with reading glasses. sanji with long hair. doing mundane, boring things that make them happy because they never expected to live this long anyway. zoro’s down to two earrings and sanji has one. their rings are woven straw pulled from luffy’s hat. they have a little motored dinghy out back that franky made for the times they need to go haul their captain’s ass out of trouble (as usual), but none of the crew are ever very far from each other. they stay at sanji’s restaurant in the all blue and occasionally fend off people from their past looking for revenge. or money. or to eat them out of the house and home, in luffy’s case, which then leads to zoro den den-ing the rest of the lot and sighing that they might as well come over for a cookout.

they’ve all gotten older; a little banged up and scruffed around the edges, but alive and well. nami’s making bank as a mapmaker who caters to the wealthy/insurance agent/financial advisor— zoro scoffs and calls her a swindling witch, to which she smiles at him all sweet before stomping solidly on his foot with her red-bottom heel. out of their conjoining workshops, franky and usopp have started a wildly successful demo-smithing company that specialises in custom explosives and bespoke carpentry. robin owns and maintains the most extensive archive of books any of them have ever heard of, and it’s pretty much lauded as one of the greatest libraries of all time; brook does gigs in jazz lounges and bistro bars, jinbei’s a diplomat who’s well-respected for campaigning for equal rights, and chopper runs his own medical practice. luffy, as usual, is doing whatever he wants, which is a little bit of everything. y’know, taking down corrupt governments and all that.

sanji feeds them like he’s always done and zoro brings out the good alcohol to pass around.

life’s good.