#ace my beloved

[kaytheday]

Two-Bit felt safe. He taught me how to fight. When I told him about my punch to the temple of Bales’ father, he started calling me Ace. That’s how my name came about.

[jojowolist]

I offer this silly handsome fella on these tiring times

[komy-0o]

another drawing of Ace🔥✨¡¡

because it's still his birthday and I love him too much❤️‍🔥

[merameramenace]

Old Ace art post 🫶📿

It's been too long, sorry for disappearing.

[sanjiafterhours]

thinking about how Ace was just a wounded soul with the weight of his father's sins and his mother's death upon his shoulders and this very burden had made him question his own worth from his childhood till the last moments of his life

[dissectiontime]

[make-it-one-piece]

Ace and Luffy really were meant to be by each other, I mean Luffy constantly gives words of afformation and Ace need them all the time. I picture:

Ace: I'll go away for a few hours, stay here

Luffy: I wanna go with you, I wanna go on an adventure too

Ace: Why? I just need to be alone, you don't need me to go on an adventure by youself.

Luffy: An adventure is not an adventure if you're not there Ace, let's be alone together

Luffy may not even undertand what he is saying, but it brings Ace just the reasurance he so desperately needs.

[ghostface-knight]

hey guyssss please please please recommend some ace-centric fics to me right now. i need them. i love her

[mo-ok]

me when red boy

[illegiblehandwriting1]

We should *both* be asleep, but here we are 💛🫡

aint that the truth my dear friend o7

might head off now, gotta be up bright and early and also see if i can get ch19 done before next year. hope you get to bed soon!!! gnight!

[kaytheday]

The best birthday gift Ace ever received was a pink bubblegum machine that Two-Bit, Dallas, Steve, and Soda stole out of Morty’s bar and grill for her. It took them two weeks to plan how they were going to steal it. Complete with Two-Bit starting a mock fight with Dallas while Steve unhooked the machine from the wall and Soda stood watch.

Two-Bit ended up with a split lip because he accidentally swung on Dallas for real and Dally didn’t take too kindly to it. It took Steve less than three minutes to unhook it from the wall and less than 20 seconds for him and Soda to make it to the car with no gum ball’s falling out.

It’s safe to say that Two-Bit and Dallas are now banned from Morty’s bar and that pink bubblegum machine is the best gift Ace has received to date.

[aheavenscorner]

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👀Share the story of how we first met, or how you first heard of me Oh God. My memory is genuinely, genuinely awful… but I’m pretty sure we found each other on the ZC server. We started talking OoT, and I was even more of a poser back then but I’ve always loved the angst; the brain cells hit it, and the rest is history.

✨ Tell me which of my works (fic or art) is your favorite! Does Dot4 count since we’re editing it in Ao3 format? All jokes aside, I love, love, LOVE that “stay safe” master study. The lines and colors are just… so good? Bonus points for “HE!?”

⚔️ Guess my favorite Zelda game If it’s anything other than Ocarina of Time I’m going to feel profoundly betrayed.

[divine-victory]

ciao bella~ alas, your husband is a selfish, selfish man who can't be reasoned with. ♡

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Mi vida, I would rip my chest open and hand you my beating heart if it would bring you even the slightest sliver of joy, asking for some writing is nothing.

I am putting it all under the cut however cause like, it is so long lol

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“I never thought I would be the one walking you down the aisle,” Bobby says ignoring the tight knot of emotions stuck in his throat. “Hey, hey, no tears old man,” Buck teases smiling wide and bright. “It’s meant to be a celebration, right? That’s what the priest said.” “He has to say that,” Bobby defends wiping at his eyes. “Everyone always cries at these things.” “Yeah,” he agrees looking sheepishly down at his dress shoes. “I guess some tears are inevitable.”   He makes for a striking sight, dressed in his Class A uniform, shoulders wide. Bobby had tied his tie with gentle fingers carefully maneuvering the garment into a picture-perfect knot. It had helped that Buck had stayed uncharacteristically and patiently still. “Did you see Tommy on your way in?” Buck asks tone betraying his anxiety even as his face remains stony. “Yeah, he seemed ok, Sal was with him.” “That sounds contradictory,” Buck says tone twisting in concern.“You think Sal was trying to talk him into running?” “No, it looked like he was trying to keep him calm,” Bobby denies a small smile stretching his lips against his will at the memory of Tommy’s expression. “Or maybe talk him into an early grave.”

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Dan is being weird. – No, not being weird. Being implies a finite state. Something with a decisive beginning and a conclusive end, measurable in the impatient ticking of the clock.  But Dan’s oddities are many, immeasurable, and possess a permanence that the English language fails to encompass. But he is nonetheless still being weird for whatever measure of normal Dan’s habitual behavior can quantify.  Nothing so bold as to raise the eyebrows of the common employee of the CSC – QVN. It so far has been subtle enough to keep Dana’s pointed, professional power plays at bay. Surprisingly and worryingly, it has even stayed outside Natalie’s intricate and well-structured stream of information gossip.  But Casey knows better.  Casey knows Dan. He has studied every idiosyncratic twitch of his eyebrows. Carefully and diligently itemized and logged each one into the archives of his mind. He holds a treasure box filled with Dan’s every quirk, mania, and desperate desire. Gently and safely cradled between his ribs. So He is the expert.  He knows- He can observe and deduce–  God Casey wishes he could understand. Piece together all the interactions that have left him wrong-footed and stumbling. Rearrange all the hints, clues, and puzzle pieces to form a picture that explains the rattling beast in his chest. The prowling, pacing, and frantic feeling like he is losing something. He needs to know. To understand and follow the whirling, winding breadcrumbs to whatever gingerbread cookie house explains why when Dan had declared he was “being honest with his desires,” it had jumpstarted Casey’s heart.

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“Hi, hello,” Eddie hears from behind him as he is drying the side of the engine. “I’m Dan Rydell and this is my partner–” “Casey McCall,” Eddie interrupts as he turns and sees who is talking to him, or rather the man standing next to the person talking to him. He looks almost exactly as Eddie remembers him. Well not quite. He looks older, his still floppy hair now spotted with gray his face framed by laugh lines that speak of a good life lived. But still just as bright and open. As if time passed him by and only gifted him with more vitality.  “Wow, I’m a big fan,” Eddie tells him stretching his hand out in greeting. “I used to  get in trouble as a kid for staying up late to watch you guys.” “One day, I’ll be able to hear ‘as a kid’ from a fan and not feel a thousand years old, but-”  Casey responds teasingly as he takes Eddie’s hand. His smile is just as easy and confident as it was 20-ish years ago when Eddie had last watched the show. It rattles something in Eddie. He used to dream of this moment. Of meeting Casey McCall and shaking his hand and telling him how much he admired him. Sometimes when he was having a particularly shitty day he would even picture himself sitting next to Casey instead of Dan. Wished it could be him that gently teased a laugh out of–

If it's more than requested, it is cause other people had already asked for some lines and I decided to include them for clarity.

I hope you enjoy~~ 😘😘

[merameramenace]

Rockstar/Singer Ace🫶📿

[starrikiru]

yamace but ace survived marineford and came back to yamato

i will be coloring this btw

[lorrikal]

She been Lobotomized