#I appreciate it so much

[perenians]

i've been thinking about the fuckin boat scene in the outer planes and when gale says, "with you i forget my goddess. i love you." i used to wish that there was an emphasis placed on you, like "i love you" but like. now i love it as it is because gale says it so simply, like it's just a fact, a truth that is easily told. i'm going to eat rocks now.

[arcademoss]

He’s concerned ❤️❤️

MORE FANART?? YOU SCOUNDREL! HOW SWEET OF YOU THAT WOULD BE SO INTERESTING, CONSIDERING HE IS COUPED UP IN HIS LITTLE BOX SOMETIMES... OUGHH!! I LOVE IT GOING INSANE OVER HERE. LOOK AT THEM you get Bon so well, too. He'd absolutely tone the snarkiness down if Frankie seemed genuinely upset or off-put, beautiful THANK YOU, THANK YOU I am being fed delicious food

[theborzoiarebackintown]

When you simply can’t contain yourself fully 😔

[pangzi]

POONMIT&MARCMC

[voidheartkisses]

Void!

It's good to see you! I wanted to just drop by and say thank yous as I so often love to do

I haven't had Tumblr long, this was tbh my first month using it ever. And by God, you've contributed your fair share in making it a welcoming and lovely place to be.

Your art is incredible, your personality is bubbly and your creativity astounds. I hope you've grown fond and proud of your work, I know as an artist it's easy to criticise yourself, but in the end of it all, you should stand tall knowing you've had a profound effect on the community.

You've done amazing work, and whatever comes next will be beautiful I have no doubt

Happy Halloween, hope it was a great one!

Happy Halloween!

[mistmarigold]

What if Sunjae didn’t die that night? Part 5 (lovely runner au)

[Read Part 1, 2, 3 and 4 here.]

Sometimes Sunjae wished that he could just log off from life. He barely used his phone or social media so it wasn’t as if his digital footprint was driving him into madness. Yet, he was just constantly tired - from everything.

Except maybe one: his tiny notebook with the sunflower cover which had become his go-to for any and all thoughts that came to mind.

Alas, the world didn’t stop rotating just because Ryu Sunjae was feeling it. It also didn’t let him forget his commitments and that’s how he found himself sitting at a production office for a meeting that was long overdue. Maybe they decided to hurry up after the whole retirement thing came out, he almost smiled at that.

“We’ll be waiting to hear back from you soon! If there’s anything else you might need from us, please let us know,” the Assistant Producer was saying while seeing him off.

“We’ll get in touch!” His manager responded.

“Thank you,” Sunjae said lowly, doing a tiny respectful bow before walking down the stairs.

As always, with his mind preoccupied, Sunjae didn’t notice much around him - a side effect of years of coddling by guards in public. However, it was yellow and the funny thing about that colour is that it always forces him to hold and register, even if it’s for a moment.

This time around, he didn’t just register but rather walked to the source of yellow absentmindedly, already knowing who it was before she even needed to turn.

The employee talking to Sol looked up at him and greeted hurriedly, making Sol turn around.

“Oh hi, Sunjae! What’re you doing here?”

She had come a long way from staring happily at him and staying silent, now she was talking to him as if they knew each other their entire lives (they did but only Sunjae knew that).

“Are you here for a new film?” She beamed at him.

The employee shook his head behind her as a signal to Sunjae but he nodded at her, a small smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, looking between the employee and Sol.

She turned a bit so she didn’t have her back to anyone, “oh, I came here for an interview. But their office is upstairs and they don’t have accessibility so I won’t be able to work here. I was just about to leave.”

Sol bows before attempting to leave.

Sunjae looks at the employee, then stairs and feels such bubbling rage within him, it surprises himself. At least the employee had the decency to feel apologetic regardless.

“I’m really sorry about this, we loved your work and were looking forward to meet you,” he says.

Sol shakes her head, “oh, it’s okay! Thank you for considering me, I understand.”

But Sunjae didn’t understand. He was about to intervene before his manager put a hand on his shoulder, addressing Sol, “can we drop you off?”

Sol chuckles, “oh no, it’s alright! Please go on with your work,” she makes her way out of their little group, “bye, Sunjae! Good luck for your movie.”

Sometimes Sunjae wished she would act more like his fan - the clingy kind who wants to spend a lot of time with him.

He goes to her, stepping in front of her so she can’t continue her way out, “let us drop you. Are you going back home?”

She nods and shakes her head at the same time.

“You aren’t going home?”

“No, I mean I’m going home but you don’t need to drop me. I’ll be fine, you should continue with your work, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I insist, please.”

Sol was about to protest again but visibly gave up and nodded.

“I’ll get the car!” Sunjae’s manager says before going out.

While they waited, Sunjae wanted to talk and diffuse the awkward tension they suddenly had out of nowhere. But at the same time, a part of him was worried about the mechanics of Sol managing her way in the car. A long time back, he had looked it up: how wheelchair users get in the car and what it means for their mobility especially with public transport. He didn’t remember much anymore apart from the fact that there wasn’t a collective way they managed because everyone had different kinds of mobility. He wasn’t sure about Sol’s - how it had shifted over the years. He saw her get in her friend’s car that very first night, it was quick and fairly easy with optimal height. Her friend had helped her in but Sol managed her way fine.

Just then his manager called, “just saw a few photographers around the building. Come to the back entrance, I’ll pick you up there.”

Sunjae looked at Sol who was looking at him inquisitively before looking at the employee standing a bit further away, “can you show us the back entrance?”

The employee nodded and lead them there, Sol and Sunjae following behind side by side.

However, their office had some serious issues in regard to accessibility because there were couple of stairs leading towards the door.

Sunjae looked at the stairs and then back at Sol, who was also looking at the stairs. Before he could say anything, she turned to him and smiled, “Sunjae, you should go. I’m assuming there is paparazzi outside? I think you should go on your own and I’ll be fine.”

Sunjae felt conflicted. But for the moment, he silenced all of his thoughts and bent down in front of Sol.

“Please, I insist. If your mother finds out, she’ll be upset with me that I let you go like this,” he says gently.

Sol was about to say something but Sunjae continues before he loses courage.

“Can I…. please carry you down the stairs?”

A part of him wanted to go hide away in his room, in the dark, but he was choosing that as his moment of 10 seconds of courage, hoping that it wasn’t cringe, praying that she wouldn’t take offence.

Sol’s eyes widened a fraction, “I-“

Sunjae’s phone buzzes for a second, followed by his manager-driver bursting in from the door, “Come on, Sunjae, they’ll see us soon. I don’t know what’s up today.”

Sol looked between the two, Sunjae not hurrying her but keeps looking at her before she does a tiny nod - that’s all the confirmation he needs before he stands up and scoops Sol up in his arms. A hand behind her knees while the other encircles her waist, Sol looking anywhere but at him while he keeps looking at her to ensure she isn’t uncomfortable. They go down the stairs comfortably, as if Sunjae wasn’t holding an entire human, while Sol held on to his neck for dear life, shyly hiding her face in the curve of his neck, a tiny breath away from his skin.

Sunjae’s manager quickly ran up the stairs and picked up Sol’s wheelchair before running down and out the door, not realising that he only had to do it until the bottom of the stairs.

“Dongseok!” But he was gone already, opening the car trunk. He finally notices Sunjae standing at the open door, while holding an awkward Sol but instead of realising his mistake, he gestures for him to hurry up.

“Sorry about this,” Sunjae mutters lowly before hurrying out to the open car door. He bends a bit before leaning in and settling Sol down on the seat, their eyes meeting for a moment as he pulls away.

“Thank you,” Sol says softly, a small nod and smile on her face before she straps herself in.

Sunjae goes to the other side and gets in.

“I’m sorry about earlier. For hurrying you and for Dongseok putting your wheelchair in the car,” Sunjae says at last, diffusing the awkward silence.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Thank you for doing what you did earlier and for dropping me home. You didn’t have to go to such trouble,” Sol twiddles her fingers in her lap.

Sunjae nods but he could feel the tension in his bones and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want her to feel like he was invalidating her or overpowering her or taking advantage of her disability. He never wanted anyone to feel that, let alone Sol. Especially because he was in a position of power in so many ways. But considering the possibility that Sol might feel that way about him, he felt sheer agony.

He tries to pull down the collar of his sweater a bit, to give himself the physical space to breathe.

“Are those my flowers?” Sol leans forward to pick up the small notebook from the seat.

Sunjae looks over and nods, watching Sol gently caress the cover.

“This looks prettier in person. Thank you, Sunjae-ya for not letting my flowers die,” she beams up at him, her eyes watering.

“I couldn’t let them die,” he replies, “thank you for giving them to me.”

Sol’s smile brightens up even more - he didn’t know that was possible.

As they were about to round up to the buildings near Sol’s place, he asks, “what role were they considering you for?”

“Huh? Oh, it was for a Video Editor role. I’ve been doing that for a while now on my own so I wanted to see if I could find something in Films,” she says, a dismissive tone in her voice.

“Is that something you’re interested in?” Sunjae inquires further, staring at her while she keeps caressing the tiny notebook in her lap.

She doesn’t answer for a minute, making Sunjae think if she heard him at all. But then she looks at him, a sad smile on her face.

“I’ve always wanted to work in TV/Films, as a Director than any other role. But even with Editing, it does involve creative processes and vision so it was the next best bet because I could easily do it from home without worrying about accessibility issues like today for instance.”

Sunjae nods just as the car stops and the doors open. Dongseok opens the trunk to get Sol’s wheelchair and setting it up based on her directions.

Sunjae gets out and goes to her side of the door, intently focusing on Sol. Again, he wasn’t sure how she manoeuvres around cars and especially one with the height - it was higher than her friend’s. But she was confident and relaxed, not worried or awkward about her mode of mobility.

Once Dongseok was done and had stepped away, Sunjae asks, “how can I help?”

This time around, Sol was a bit more comfortable, “could you please ….carry me down?”

Without hesitation, Sunjae moves forward, puts one hand behind her waist and the other under her knees, and easily lifts her down onto her wheelchair, lingering for a moment before pulling away, their eyes refusing to pull away from each other.

Once she was all settled in and comfortable, she gives him a wide smile, “thank you so much for dropping me home! Take care of yourself and good luck for your movie.”

She bows and waves to both Sunjae and Dongseok, before turning around to leave.

“Sol!”

Sunjae stopped mid-step. Saying her name out loud felt both like a blasphemy and relief. As if it was forbidden, yet it felt like coming home at last. He didn’t even know where home was, really, but it felt right. Instinctual. Bound to happen.

When Sol turned around to look at him, confused, he wasn’t sure what he was about to say either. Lost in his own contradictory feelings when it came to her, while she was blissfully unaware about everything.

He walks up to her and says, “thank you for letting me drop you home. I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable at any point and to thank you for trusting me.”

He didn’t wait for her reply but did a tiny bow before going back to his car, turning around once to smile at her before getting inside and leaving.

[Part 6 here.]

[hauntedfarfalle]

Me when TMA portrays pessimists and people who struggle with emotional unavailability as humans with feelings:

It’s ok Jon I was also a deeply annoying child

[2aceofspades]

🤩 Hi Ace, Skits here! Just dropping by to say hi and I love your art!

Hi hello! 🙌��

Gah- Thank you so much!! 🥹🥹 I really appreciate it 🤗✨!

(:

[jesteringbug]

OKAY JESTER HERE YOU GO THESE ARE FOR YOU... (sorry cater is a bit eyestrainy)

WAGHHHHHHHHHJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU sniffg eaghbsniff swrgh DUDE I NEED TO KILL YOU YOU CAN'T DO THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THRY LOOK SO GOOD WAGHBWSGBB SO GOOD ‼️CLOWN CATER‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ TAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH sobbs snifg mista is so gorgeous no way iguh i need to kill you manually oubni /pos sniff 😭THANK YOU THANKO THANK YOU THANK YOU I CAN'T SAY MY THANKS ENOUGH i'm literally the happiest man on planet earth rn ❤️ thank you so much 💐

[yeyinde]

sorry for a less than eloquent message, but tumblr hates me and keeps eating all my comments and messages to everyone! I think it’s cuz I ramble too much! i just wanna say I think about your writings all the time- I devour them ravenously, imbed them into my marrow to obsess over. I literally rant and rave about your writings and my thoughts to my friends and make them read them even though they know nothing about COD- im like you don’t need background to read these works, they’re so…indescribable. A full sensory experience, transformative, addictive, and so insanely clever and poetic. If I was a philosopher from Greek days I’d have books just dedicated to my awe of your talents and analysis of your works.

i get so flustered whenever you say anything about my writing because it's always so beautiful and unreal and i just look around as if to say "who?? me????" i need several business days to think through the sappy mush you turn my brain into before i'm even coherent enough to reply.

most of the sweet things people say either inspire a "awww!! what a cute lie!" or feed my burgeoning god complex/ego, but you take it to a whole different level where i start thinking, damn. i gotta get better.

and now i have to try to keep a straight face during my stupid hot yoga class in the city as if my head wasn't so big right now, that it was starting to generate its own gravitational pull!!!! 🖤😭

[dreamingofep]

@hooked-on-elvis this is the kindest, most thoughtful comment to give me! Thank you so so much writing all of this oh my goodness! I’m so, so, so happy you love this story as much as I do! Thank you for noticing all the little details that I put into my writing! I’m glad you can feel all the emotion and turmoil even in E’s perspective! This little twist in the story has been so much fun to write let me tell you! I don’t think I can ever stop thinking about vampire Elvis! This man has captured my heart and soul! I’m so glad I pushed myself to post the story last year and get to talk to you guys about almost everyday about it!🤭 It makes my day when I hear how much you love him hehe. So again, thank you for your kind words and reading anything I write. More to come soon! 🖤🩸

[aldersnap]

I just realized agent 8 has a gay little earring in the new dlc

[ultravioletrayz]

listen… that pegging miguel one is heaven sent. my soul couldn’t handle the softness and vulnerability of it all and left my body and i aint even complaining 🫠✨the dom!migs going sub is not a want it’s a NEED 😩

AHHH TYSM!!

I wholeheartedly agree, miguel doesn't always have to be a mean dom to be attractive (but I'll still eat it up every time lol)

[xamaxenta]

https://www.tumblr.com/illmetkismet/749918681790906368

Saw this and thought you might get some MAS ideas outta it :3 (Or another Older Ace/Younger Marco AU and Ace is Luffy's guardian?)

Im actually so invested in the incredibly annoying concept of Ace being wealthy young bc he made like. A really stupid game app or something of the like in college and dropped out bc he got big thats so fucking funny

Marco being 40 and not exactly struggling but just kinda getting by

Absolutely obliterated by this kid idk how they met probably on the app Ace made and by luck Marco wins something who knows semantics i dont care abt rn and hes like eeeh i got free time and winning free shit is cool and meets Ace whos likeee whoa i never knew this age demographic was playing heheh congrats on being a god gamer old man

Ace pesters him for feedback bc hes good like heeyheey playtest this for meeeee ill treat ya! If you give me some thoughts on how to improve ill pay you, etc

And soon the “treating” his star playtester to dinner becomes taking him out on dates or buying him that new set of towels, that orthopaedic pillow for his back what not shdhdb

They can kiss 👉🏽👈🏽

But theyre gonna be sweaty nerds about it

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

Hello! I just found your account a few days ago, after utterly devouring two of those SVSSS fics! I love them, I loved them soooooooooooo much, lately I have been eating SVSSS fics like never before and yours were *chef's kiss* delicious! Can't wait for the next update!

I also hope you are taking good care of yourself, you deserve it!

thank you so much, this is such a kind message!!! i am so glad you have been enjoying ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

[the-lavender-clown]

I just figured out the perfect representation of how I’ve been feeling after every round of the sep!au comp

I’m flabbergasted that I’m still here…

Tomorrow (more like 6-7 hours from now) the finals will begin and I will feel no different but nonetheless LETS GO FOR THE WIN OR AT LEAST A TIE YALL!!! WE CAN DO IT!!!