#dokja kinnie moment

[runningoncaffeine]

I was having a horrible fucking day and I thought of 999YJH

I can see why he was Kim Dokja’s fav turn. I would have loved him too

This man had regressed nine hundred ninety nine times and he reached the end, he went through the hundred scenarios, sacrificing himself over and over again and he reached the end, the final wall

Only to realise that he couldn’t go on any further and pushed his companions further, regressing for the hundredth time. Regressing one more time, knowing full well that he would have to repeat the same he’ll over again, meet his companions again, no one remembering him, knowing that he could fail the next time as well, knowing that there was a chance that he could be stuck in this hell for eternity

And he moved on to the thousandth round

Tenacious can’t begin to describe this man’s perseverance! Just how strong would a human be to get as far as he had gotten? No wonder KimDokja loved the protagonist, no wonder he worshipped the man.

Yoo Joonghyuk who was tougher in mind and nobler in soul than any other creature in this universe

[nelkey]

I can't believe it, I was celebrating closing night with the rest of my cast, and I got recognized for my Kim Dokja cosplay from the other day, that was cool :D

[fools-nebula]

Reblog because I'm in need of YHK forehead kisses (Also the fact that I need KDJ to kiss my forehead like that AAAAAAAA)

Lord, they made me bawl my eyes out every damn time like- I just want y'all happy with the rest of KimCom

[metanarrates]

kim dokja annoying kinnie moments compilation

[nibbelraz]

Hi yes I've been busy but take Dokja drooling over pretty Joonghyuk for now

[thefirstimagifabricator]

that art I just rbed linked back to this so. here I am again. and I have some Thoughts that just happened so ima share them bc. I want to

so I have two sets of thoughts. first one is actually the second I thought of while looking at this post but is smth from ~10 minutes before (re-)seeing it so. putting that first—

btw this first one is. less orv and kinda more general and personal lol (though not in terms of info and shite—I’m not doxxing myself or oversharing trauma or wtv lmao 💀)

just. the first sentence of the second paragraph here. “the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending.” it reminded me of the thought process I had like ten minutes ago, that was about how just. I love stories so so much and. wait actually lemme backtrack slightly—stories are immortal so long as they’ve been told and remembered; they’re the things that carry through time, the ones we haven’t forgotten even over millennia—and that’s why I want to read them (or watch them or wtv) and why I want to write them, because I want to remember, and I want to be remembered. but then I was thinking about all the forgotten stories, and it made me sad—but then I also thought that, if they’ve been told, and people have listened, then they’ve made an impact, haven’t they? they left a mark, a portion of influence, even if seemingly not very large. and so they’re immortalized in the passage of time, in their impact, in how they affected people and their emotions and how they thought about things and did things and what things they did—that all cannot be removed from the process of time; it is there forever, and therefore is immortal.

second thought thing!! this is also kinda personal, a bit more so than the first, but also more directly orv-related lol. though it’s also a lot longer and, tbh, kinda darker, and also I think less coherent and more ramble-y so ima put it under a cut I think—

so I. I am a kdj kinnie lol—but really what I mean when I say that is that I see myself in him, and himself in me—but it’s like looking into the deep end of a pool from a shallower area, and it’s like you somehow swam to where you are from somewhere nearer to that deep end without realizing you were doing so most of the time. looking back and realizing now how you’d been drowning without being aware, having not even ever really taken a breath of air, or not enough of them to get the taste of it, and not enough to miss it—and all the points where you finally caught a lungful of it, but also where you were thrown deeper, and the pain burning in your lungs screaming for air that wasn’t within reach—seeing now how you’ve found close companions along the way and helped each other in your journey, if even just as motivation to chase each other and continue onwards most of the time—and knowing how some days and some weeks and sometimes months you still slip deeper, you trip, your head goes beneath the surface, and you flounder.

but you see all this. and you look back. and you see another. and they look just like you, and their path is quite similar, but more ragged, and deeper, further beneath the surface most of the time, shoved there by forces he couldn’t control. and you want to reach out, to guide him gently along to reach where you are now, but you can’t reach him, can’t touch him, can speak to him no matter how hard you try. so all you can do is hope for his sake.

I think I also still see his flaws in myself, the habits we share that I curse him for and yet, hypocritically, still persist in—and yet we are also different in not just overall scope and depth of the ‘water’ we’re trapped in, but how far we’ve come and how much we’ve changed—I kin Kim Dokja because he reminds me of myself, yet the recognition of our similarities leads me further and further from him, ironically.

so I think what I’m saying, in relation to the original post, is that Kim Dokja has helped to teach me how to drag myself along and continue to live, but largely in how he’s taught me not to do so, or rather, called attention to things I’ve already learned not to do for that…and people may say that then it doesn’t make sense for me to kin him, as he is a cautionary tale to me—which would make sense, except he isn’t such; all that most separated the circumstances and occurrences of his life from mine were just that—circumstances set up by incidents which he had no control over, not really, things that could happen to anyone but happened to all happen to him—a collection of tragedies set up by chance.

orv and its core message being: live, even if you must claw your way out of the grave and even if you must burn every page of this book to keep you warm. you can consume us to sustain you through the winter and we will still be there when spring arrives.

the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending. take it. take all of it. we don't mind.

[lee-hakhyun]

i've got the previous propaganda here, and before i go on a rant about lee hakhyun and kim dokja there's one more thing i forgot to mention

his 'special thoughts'.

and what are these special thoughts?

okay

anyway. why you should vote lee hakhyun!

do you see this. if both lhh and kdj win their polls they can meet up. and then tiesweep.

lee hakhyun cannot go a minute without thinking about kim dokja. there are too many moments to mention them all. he compares EVERYTHING he does to how kim dokja does it. he acts so much like kim dokja that everyone calls him out for it, and then he has the gall to act surprised.

unfortunately. by 'acting like kim dokja' i mean he does not care about his own self. he breaks his arms to protect his companions. he risks his own life to guarantee someone else's safety. he walks straight into a horde of monsters to try and SAVE THOSE MONSTERS. he.. forces han sooyoung to kill him to persuade her.. and fully expected to die. SHE DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM. HE WROTE HIS OWN DEATH INTO THE NARRATIVE. and he's SURPRISED when she brings him back to life. did you not think sacrificing your own life wouldn't remind her of someone.

various excerpts;

this idiot trying to call on the fourth wall. and then being surprised when it isn't there. you are not kim dokja

lee hakhyun getting his deserved mental damage for his stupid stunts

..then right after he asks for yoo joonghyuk. and he doesn't realize how that would be taken

and throughout all of this, lee hakhyun is being watched by dozens of kkoma kim dokjas. and kim dokja himself. they talk sometimes.

vote lee hakhyun so the kin dokja kinnie can meet up with the man himself <3

UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE B

Beatrice Propaganda:

Retells a series of murders in numerous ways with the aim of proving that she is a witch and she committed them with magic, and challenges the protagonist to disprove her. Much of Umineko revolves around attempting to interpret the witch narrative to find the truth instead of taking it at face value.

Yep. She narrates first acts and is unreliable during it. Idk how to say it normally tbh

Lee Hakhyun Propaganda:

He. Well, for one thing, he doesn’t even have all the facts about himself, let alone the world he’s isekai’d into (actual isekai, this time, not the reverse-isekai of ORV); there’s a giant-ass spoiler about him that provides a disturbing amount of context for everything he did that came before its reveal, which he himself doesn’t exactly remember. At all. Otherwise, though, he’s very much coloured by his biases in a manner close enough to rival Kim Dokja himself. ORV: Side Story is essentially acting as the SEQUEL to ORV rather than actual, technical side stories, but is named that way to fit its meta themes regarding stories and narratives. It is currently ongoing with the overall chapter count estimated to be around 300 chapters in the future, so there’s not as much proof as there could be - but considering what’s already happened so far, it is… Very much expected that this guy is going to blindside us again in the future.

in honor of tumblr user lee hakhyun. i haven’t actually read the side stories but i’ve read the summaries and I BELIEVE IT. pleasee

[thefirstimagifabricator]

that art I just rbed linked back to this so. here I am again. and I have some Thoughts that just happened so ima share them bc. I want to

so I have two sets of thoughts. first one is actually the second I thought of while looking at this post but is smth from ~10 minutes before (re-)seeing it so. putting that first—

btw this first one is. less orv and kinda more general and personal lol (though not in terms of info and shite—I’m not doxxing myself or oversharing trauma or wtv lmao 💀)

just. the first sentence of the second paragraph here. “the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending.” it reminded me of the thought process I had like ten minutes ago, that was about how just. I love stories so so much and. wait actually lemme backtrack slightly—stories are immortal so long as they’ve been told and remembered; they’re the things that carry through time, the ones we haven’t forgotten even over millennia—and that’s why I want to read them (or watch them or wtv) and why I want to write them, because I want to remember, and I want to be remembered. but then I was thinking about all the forgotten stories, and it made me sad—but then I also thought that, if they’ve been told, and people have listened, then they’ve made an impact, haven’t they? they left a mark, a portion of influence, even if seemingly not very large. and so they’re immortalized in the passage of time, in their impact, in how they affected people and their emotions and how they thought about things and did things and what things they did—that all cannot be removed from the process of time; it is there forever, and therefore is immortal.

second thought thing!! this is also kinda personal, a bit more so than the first, but also more directly orv-related lol. though it’s also a lot longer and, tbh, kinda darker, and also I think less coherent and more ramble-y so ima put it under a cut I think—

so I. I am a kdj kinnie lol—but really what I mean when I say that is that I see myself in him, and himself in me—but it’s like looking into the deep end of a pool from a shallower area, and it’s like you somehow swam to where you are from somewhere nearer to that deep end without realizing you were doing so most of the time. looking back and realizing now how you’d been drowning without being aware, having not even ever really taken a breath of air, or not enough of them to get the taste of it, and not enough to miss it—and all the points where you finally caught a lungful of it, but also where you were thrown deeper, and the pain burning in your lungs screaming for air that wasn’t within reach—seeing now how you’ve found close companions along the way and helped each other in your journey, if even just as motivation to chase each other and continue onwards most of the time—and knowing how some days and some weeks and sometimes months you still slip deeper, you trip, your head goes beneath the surface, and you flounder.

but you see all this. and you look back. and you see another. and they look just like you, and their path is quite similar, but more ragged, and deeper, further beneath the surface most of the time, shoved there by forces he couldn’t control. and you want to reach out, to guide him gently along to reach where you are now, but you can’t reach him, can’t touch him, can speak to him no matter how hard you try. so all you can do is hope for his sake.

I think I also still see his flaws in myself, the habits we share that I curse him for and yet, hypocritically, still persist in—and yet we are also different in not just overall scope and depth of the ‘water’ we’re trapped in, but how far we’ve come and how much we’ve changed—I kin Kim Dokja because he reminds me of myself, yet the recognition of our similarities leads me further and further from him, ironically.

so I think what I’m saying, in relation to the original post, is that Kim Dokja has helped to teach me how to drag myself along and continue to live, but largely in how he’s taught me not to do so, or rather, called attention to things I’ve already learned not to do for that…and people may say that then it doesn’t make sense for me to kin him, as he is a cautionary tale to me—which would make sense, except he isn’t such; all that most separated the circumstances and occurrences of his life from mine were just that—circumstances set up by incidents which he had no control over, not really, things that could happen to anyone but happened to all happen to him—a collection of tragedies set up by chance.

orv and its core message being: live, even if you must claw your way out of the grave and even if you must burn every page of this book to keep you warm. you can consume us to sustain you through the winter and we will still be there when spring arrives.

the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending. take it. take all of it. we don't mind.