#DONG HEHE

[minty-bubblegum]

Been awhile since I felt this way,

Under skin and flesh decay

[jugeullae]

CHIEF DETECTIVE 1958 (2024)

[athousandbyeol]

st(r)ay.

he dreamed of warm hugs. tender caresses on the crown of his hair. tidying the messy curls of his bangs behind reddening ears. and he would giggle. he would blush. he would have tears in his eyes. all good things. everything wonderful.

he dreamed of a pair of piercing eyes. that gaze was never directed at someone else but him. and he would replay that scenario every night, each scene was an animation against the emptiness of the ceiling—before he could remember how lonely his nights were before he came. because he was alive when those eyes were on him—he felt so seen.

and that infamous cold smile. he saw it through the haze in his vision and the daze in his mind. and he couldn't remember anything else but that smirk, the smugness of it all.

the roughness of his palms against the softness of his own. they flutter like broken butterfly wings. but still so mesmerising. when their fingers intertwined, he saw a splash of colour, in all shades of black and blue and grey and him.

sheng wang dreamed of jiang tian.

he saw jiang tian in the recesses of his imagination. there were tears in his eyes. they fell. and fell. but jiang tian was still quiet—why was he so silent?

and sheng wang tried reaching out. but the distance between them grew the more he crossed the forbidden line. jiang tian was untouchable. elusive. like the nightmare he had as a child. like the memories of his father's fading warmth on his skin, the conversations between them, tiki-taka. and by then, sheng wang realised, everything was in vain.

so he opens his eyes.

he opens his eyes and sees a shadow of light against jiang tian's face. his features gradually soften as the moonshine dances elsewhere, promising the stars to tango. and its darkness again, in all of its glory, bestowing on the sleeping jiang tian. but in sheng wang's vision, he has always been the brightest. nothing could ever compare to jiang tian's blinding shine.

oh.

and sheng wang feels the overwhelming urge to hold him. to embrace him. to be with him. because he has always been curious—those little touches were lethal, and sheng wang's already addicted. there's so much more in jiang tian that sheng wang wishes to desire. can he?

the sense of security washes over him like a growing tide, making his lungs tighten, and sheng wang could never forget how jiang tian made him feel.

and he feels so much. too much.

he could never forget how jiang tian made him be.

jiang tian is now drenched in red.

sheng wang knows this is a warning, a sign—don't. they sound like white noise in his ears, these no's and don'ts and pleas. sheng wang couldn't care less. because temptation has always been so delicious, and sheng wang's always a bit reckless.

so he leans closer. just enough to count the long lashes brushing against jiang tian's cheekbones, lulling him to sleep. just enough to remember the zeal of jiang tian's presence, ever-so-grounding, like an old tree under the pouring rain. just enough to understand that he loves.

he loves jiang tian so. he hopes jiang tian won't go.

his heart, oh, his poor heart. sheng wang believes that jiang tian could hear it. the roar. the growl. but maybe sheng wang wants jiang tian to listen. listen to the voice calling his name ever since—ever since he knew what wanting is—ever since he understood what loving is.

it's cold. so sheng wang pulls the blanket further up, covering both of them, sheltering them from the potent glare of these red lights. and when he breathes jiang tian in, sheng wang surrenders. he shudders.

don't leave me.

sheng wang shatters.

[thesexydancingcrepe]

Freed Monkey

Comic based off chapter 2 of ittw by @skittlescripts

YAAAAY!!! Easter's over! Now I can draw again 😃 🖼 I swear holidays are always so busy no matter where you are 😤

[manicpixiedreamjew]

trying to have a positive attitude abt working today and the next three days. gonna be nice to people gonna be kind understanding patient not gonna wanna die I'm manifesting it

[spohkh]

GODDDDDD THIS EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD GIRL LOOK AT THIS FACEEEEEE.... hes absolutely living for this knowledge that dong soo can be so vengeful. like he was intrigued/amused by dong soo before but now hes like oh there is DEFINITELY something fucked up about that little dude and i am INTO IT... do young can see sooo clearly all of the twisted up gnarled rage inside of hds that he tries so hard to hide.. "his revengeful spirit" uggghhhhhhhh yes do young is going to hit at hds' fault lines until he bursts right open!!!! the fucking little smile on hds' face when sdy showed him the picture of moon in the car accident MA'AM? LET THAT REVENGEFUL SPIRIT RIPPPP!!!! ONLINE GAMBLING KINGPIN!!! FAST TRACK ON THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!!

do young is like dong soo. you freaky little attorney. take my unlovable hand in yours. lets go full no children in this bitch.

[keirawantstocry]

STOP PUNCHING HES ALREADY DEAD but its me when my crush calls me pet names

[sun-pluto]

also just random thought while watching the glory, i really love how dong eun essentially hired a gossip aunty to be her sleuth like GIRL that is the best investment you’ve made yet

the asian aunties fucking know EVERYTHING.

[gorbo-longstocking]

pants are for savages didnt you know?

[timey-fandom-stuff]

you ever have a dream so unbelievably cool that when you wake up you just about screech in rage that it ended too early...

[shinyql]

park jeong-je is so gay for lee dong-sik it's so obvious ughhh

[tonbanereblogs]

This is so funny!! I wanna add that in vanitas (a kind of still life painting) butterflies (and bubbles) are used to represent mortality and life is short etc... an omen ��

the thing is the king charles portrait is genuinely incredible and exactly how I would execute a portrait of a member of the british royal family but also I literally cannot fathom why the british royal family would have it made

[mantisshrinp]

[rubahlicik]

Dugaan Penipuan berkedok Sedekah di Tumblr

Aink masih tetep bakal bilang dugaan karena belum bisa ketemu langsung dengan ybs. Sore tadi aink di wa sama @jagungrebus yang ngajak bergosip soal akun rumahati yang terindikasi penipuan.

Aink ga kaget, emang Uda mikir dari dulu kalo rumahati (sebut aja uni) emang mencurigakan. Yang bikin kaget, pas aink buka tumblr buat catch up sama beritanya, ternyata orang baik di Tumblr banyak banget,..

Mungkin tulisan aink ga bakal bantu banyak, tapi seenggaknya bisa ngasi tambahan gambaran soal uni.

Aink kenal uni jauh sebelum aink kenal sama istri. Dia salah satu customer tanaman hias aink. Aink inget dia order via pm Tumblr. Dulu nama akunnya birunii. Cukup terkenal di kalangan pembaca yang suka cerita berhikmah dan agamis.

Waktu itu dia masi S2 di UNPAD, ngekos di daerah sekejati. Aink cod tanaman sama dia disana. Setelah beli, aink emang selalu ngasi konsultasi free buat customer. Jadi komunikasi tetep terjalin via wa selama beberapa waktu.

Aink baru denger kabar dia lagi sekitar tahun 2019, istri lagi hamil anak kedua. Dia order paket tanaman lagi via Tumblr. Tapi dari akun rumahati.

Awalnya aink ga ngeh dia uni. Tapi pas trf, liat nama penerima paketnya kok kayak kenal. Pas aink kroscek ternyata bener uni.

Selain dapet orderan, aink juga dapet kontak lagi sama kawan lama. Aink seneng dong.

Dari sana aink mulai follow dan kenalan sama kontennya rumahati versi tahun 2019.

Sedih banget hidupnya. Buat yang ga kenal, aink kasi gambaran singkat.

Uni setelah nikah jadi ibu rumah tangga anak 2. Selain itu, suami dan mertuanya 'somehow' menanggung beban hidup orang di sekitarnya.

Aink ga paham juga gimana ceritanya Ampe keluarga suami uni harus kerja keras menutupi kebutuhan anak yatim, janda dan orang2 susah di sekitar mereka.

Pokoknya sedih tidak berujung lah, Ampe aink mikir kok dia hidupnya gini bangeett.

Tapi karena yang nyerita ini kawan lama, aink ga mikir kesana. Malah jadi pengen bantu. Waktu itu aink sama makarima nai sepakat bantuin rumahati biar beban hidupnya ga berat berat amat.

Jadi kami bertiga mau bikin writing project gitu buat dibukukan. Nanti hasil penjualan di sedekahin ke rumahati.

Sekali lagi, buat yang ga tau rumahati. Postingannya selalu sedih. Ada aja si anu kecelakaaan, si anu ga bisa sekolah, si anu ga kebeli susu... Yang kalo aink pikir sebetulnya itu bukan masalah dia, tapi dia usahain biar bisa kebantu secara finansial.

Caranya ini yang aink ga suka, dia ngemis di Tumblr.

Kalo opdon, dia cukup bikin postingan di Tumblrnya sama minta tolong direblog. Itu Uda paling banter kalo kata aink. Tapi uni beda, dia Ampe ngepm orang orang yg ga dikenal buat nawarin sedekah.

Dan yang pernah sedekah bakal difollow up terus untuk sedekah selanjutnya.

Aink ga suka, makanya aink pengen dia berhenti ngemis. Aink nyaranin dia jadi konten kreator, atau jual apa gitu. Tapi dia ga mau, bilangnya sehari2 aja pusing, apalagi masih harus ditambah pusing mikirin konten.

Hingga akhirnya aink sama nai berniat bantu dia lewat bikin writing project. Karya terbaik dibukuin dan dijual. Jadi ga perlu harus ngemis lagi kalo hasilnya bsgus.

Ini link postingan event yang mau dibikin waktu itu.

Tapi ga jadi, ..

Jadi sambil nunggu eventnya berjalan, aink inisiatif ngasih sebagian penjualan tanaman aink ke dia. Aink lupa nominal berapa, tapi Uda masuk.

Menjelang event dimulai, aink uni dan nai bikin grup wa untuk memantapkan teknis. Salah satunya soal teknis penyaluran sedekah dari penjualan.

Di awal obrolan project, uni setuju kalo ada dokumentasi penerimaan sedekah ke target penerima. Ya tujuannya biar transparan

Aink sebagai penyelenggara ga mau ada fitnah, pengen jelas aja uang dari mana, jumlah berapa, di salurin kemana. Biar ada pertanggungjawaban ke yang ngasih sedekah.

Uni setuju, awalnya..

Menjelang launching event, uni ngasih tau kalo suami dan mertua ga setuju ada dokumentasi. Alasannya menjaga Marwah penerima bantuan.

Aink sempet adu argumen waktu itu, yauda ga usah foto penerimanya. Foto barang sembako atau bukti sppnya aja.

Tapi ditolak. Ga sesuai prinsip dia katanya.

Event Uda mau dimulai, aink ga enak sama nai yg Uda gembor2in waktu itu. Masa iya ga jadi, kan ya.

Yauda, aink minta struk belanjanya aja deh yang difoto. Bust seragam kek, beras, susu atau aappun lah yang mau di salurkan.

Biar ada bukti nih si uang sedekah jadi apa.

Waktu itu Uni setuju

Tapi beberapa hari kemudian dia tarik lagi. Dia bilang ga bisa.

Kalo pun aink sama nai mundur, gapapa yang sedekah ke dia mah buat yang mau mau aja.

Kesal? Ojelas. Tapi aink tetep ga mau suudzon,. Mungkin cara hidupnya kayak gitu, nyusahin diri sendiri dan banyak orang lain yang ga kenal dia demi orang orang susah yang harusnya bukan tanggung jawab dia.

Maksud aink, kemana RT RW? Kamana bantuan sosial? Yang lebih mampu dan wajib membantu kan bukan dia. Aink sempet mikir dia Hero syndrom

Tapi ada yang bikin aink makin curiga.

Salah satu target bantuan waktu itu adalah bayi yang ditinggal bapaknya, ga kebeli susu dan aneka kebutuhan lainnya.

Istri aink Hamil anak kedua, anak pertama usia sekitar setahunan. Jadi ada baju bayi yang masih layak pakai banget.

Tiap aink nawarin baju bekas yang layak, dia ga pernah mau. Pengen mentahnya aja.

Dia waktu itu rumahnya di Cisaranten kalo ga salah, mencil gitu. Mungkin mbak jagung lebih tau, tapi katanya dia atau suami suka jualan di Gasibu kalo Minggu.

Aink sempet beberpa kali pengen ketemu suaminya yang katanya jualan di Gasibu (bandung) tapi ga pernah bisa (entah ga mau). Kalo aink pengen sedekah berupa barang pun selalu ga diterima, minta mentahnya aja biar gampang.

Ketika event writing project dicancel, aink Uda curiga banget Ampe unfol Tumblrnya. Aink sama nai Ampe minta maaf ke folower yang Uda join karena projectnya batal, tapi uni tetep berikukuh sama prinsipnya dan playing victim (sekaligus Hero untuk orang orang susah yang mungkin saja fiktif).

Aink ga pernah ada niatan buat mencoreng nama uni dan akun rumahati waktu itu. Karena bisa saja aink salah, kecurigaan aink ga berdasar. Apalagi aink sempet meremehkan ketika uni bilang

"ada kok orang orang yang rutin sedekah ke saya tanpa pernah ketemu orang yang mereka bantu atau minta bukti penyaluran sedekah"

Serius, aink anggap uni omong kosong waktu itu. Cuma trik manipulasi biar aink tetep lanjut proyek bantu dia. Ternyata aink salah.

Pas sekarang baca tulisannya @paomungbeans aink jadi ikut ngerasa salah banget. Kalau aink waktu itu berani nanya ke beberapa pihak yang interaksi sama uni, mungkin ga akan banyak korban.

Tapi emang jalan takdirnya gini. Harus ada orang orang baik yang diambil sebagian hartanya lewat sedekah yang bisa jadi fiktif.

Semoga buat temen temen yang terlibat diberi keikhlasan dan diberi pahala sesuai dengan yang mereka niatkan.

P.s banyak orang baik di Tumblr, jodoh kalian juga mungkin orang sini. Tapi jangan lupa, orang jahat juga banyak. Ga ada salahnya curiga dan berhati hati

[h0dgep0dgee]

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[ID: 7 digitally sketched panels in greyscale and green.]

[Panel 1: The Jack tackles Locksmith, who flinches with an "(all caps) Oof!" The green smoke is fading, but the stark shadows thrown by the burning building continue.]

[Panel 2: The Skull, still kneeling, flinches as the revolver goes off with a SFX: all caps Bang! A bullet strikes the ground next to The Skull, kicking up dirt.]

[Panel 3: The Jack, starting to tear up and now grappling Locksmith from behind, grabs his head with both hands. Locksmith glares, trying to shrug him off, and says, "Jack, what (em-dash)"]

[Panel 4: SFX: all caps Crack! The Jack twists Locksmith's head to the side. Locksmith gapes in shock, hands flailing.]

[Panel 5: The Jack squeezes his eyes shut, an oily tear running down his cheek, as he starts to unscrew Locksmith's head from his body with another SFX: all caps Crrack! Locksmith cries out in terror, wide-eyed, "(all caps) Jack! No! Stop this!"]

[Panel 6: The Jack squints through his tears as he continues to unscrew Locksmith's head with SFX: all caps Crrrack! Locksmith's jaw falls open and he stares forward in horror.]

[Panel 7: Black silhouettes. Locksmith yells, (all caps) "Please! Jack! Jaaaa (em-dash)" before The Jack pulls his head from his shoulders, sending his hat flying. End ID]