#dokja you lovely soul

[runningoncaffeine]

I’m just gonna go on a fucking rant, might make zero sense but I have to get this out of my system.

Fourth wall right….let’s all gather and sit around, head bowed, hands under our chins, deep in thought about this shit right here

KDJ says that the Fourth wall makes it so that he perceives reality as separate from fiction of stuff that was mostly related to TWSA.

Yeah, makes sense.

Just think of this…we know that 4thwall protects him from the effects of ‘fiction’, grounding him in ‘reality’ and helping him make calm, sound, rational decisions. We also know that the Wall shakes and thins when faced with said ‘reality’

Now, here’s another thing we know about Dokja—he likes to see everything through a reader’s eyes, viewpoint if you will

One of the first things we find about him interacting with others is with Sangah and he immediately puts her into a story and gives her a role. He’s been doing this shit since before the scenarios and the apocalypse and all. So we can assume that he’s done this like almost all his life, being the ‘reader’ and seeing others essentially as characters—until they interact with his little bubble.

As it would happen, the people who interact with him and his bubble aren’t exactly very welcoming or nice most times but that aside, here’s what I’m rambling about

If you think about it, the first attributes and skills people get are related to what they were already good at and stuff

So fourth wall is essential a powered up version of KDJ’s dissociative tendencies. It’s a coping mechanism.

Him being a ‘reader’, not intervening in anyone’s story, only reading and forming opinions

Because the last time he played a major role and defeated the villain, the consequences weren’t pretty and he didn’t get the happy ending. Even after his mother ‘reread’ it to him, the ending wasn’t one he liked

The pre-apocalypse version of 4thwall (and his generally tragic life) kept him from being anything more than a ‘reader’ to other people’s lives

But this is not going to be satisfying at all —we know it, Dokja knows it, 4thwall knows it—Dokja craves to be something more than a ‘reader’

But his life is realism, he prefers fantasy novels. His story is a bore compared to the other ones he sees

And “it’s not too bad, being a reader”

Can’t we say that the 4th wall was protecting him from reality than fiction? In his mind, he’s always seen life as stories, whatever genre they were, they were always stories and the fourth wall kept them as stories….

*sighs heavily* yeah, this isn’t going out of my head anytime soon…just Dokja and his trauma….excellent…

[orviposition]

I've seen a few people say that according to the side story JHY is most likely the heroine of orv. Do you happen to know why?

hi anon. I'm also one of the people who thinks that the heroine lhh was referring to is jhy. and have talked about this in another post over a year ago

so to explain, when asked who the heroine of orv is lhh says a name (we dont know who) but we know why he said that name and how ceo kim dokja reacted to that.

first, ceo kim dokja after hearing the name of the heroine according to lhh was rather surprised, asking "why do you think so?" at the end he only told lhh that he was right and let him go. that, to me, read as confirmation that, at the end of the day, no matter what name lhh would give, ceo kim dokja would still say the answer was correct. so it doesn't actually matter.

second, lhh gives a few reasons as to why and how he chose that name. 1) she has less appearance than the leads. 2) she was a character created solely for kim dokja. and 3) she's lhh's favorite character. these points narrow down the list of female characters to choose from. for example, point 1 disqualifies hsy immediately as she's the tritagonist of orv. now point 2 from lhh's pov is a little strange since he's "the author of orv" and so technically every orv character is fictional to him, hence created for kdj. which is why i thought it might be yoo sangah.

upon closer inspection however, i genuinely cannot see the relationship between kdj and ysa as romantic at all. and the same feelings i find in the side story as well.

then, i saw how lhh was acting towards jhw (lhh telling her i love you - not like it seems without context - and calling her 'his favorite') and i thought maybe it's her. however if jhw had been written as kdjs love interest all along (she only ever appears by name in a world influenced by kim dokja directly like 0 and 1864, hence can be a character created only for/by him) then why would singshong write her falling in love with lhs twice? (i dont think theyre going for them in the side story but you can never know)

and then i thought of jang hayoung

she checks all the boxes somewhat

she definitely doesn't appear as much as the other leads (whether the 'leads' is referring to just kdj, yjh and hsy, or all of kimcom, we don't know)

she was a character that was created solely bcs kdj wanted tls123 to write her into the story

jang hayoung is singshong's (just sing's actually) favorite character so maybe that part was their way of self-inserting? who knows

[lilyofthevalleycaughtintherain]

[clownsnake]

dokja making a decision to appease the constellations like a streamer appeasing chat. funnie. sillie.

[princessshikky]

I just love Secretive Plotter.

He's a walking, talking dumpster fire. Trash fave. He's the biggest loser in the entire book. He's been hanging around Kim Dokja's channel from the very start and yet still somehow thought it would be a good idea to send Kim Dokja to assassinate Yoo Joonghyuk. He has no idea what he's doing. I guarantee you he himself didn't know why the hell he kidnapped Kim Dokja, so he just went "You're smart, figure it out" while internally going "Nailed it!". He spent pretty much the whole book wearing Kim Dokja's white cloak and a veil waiting for his prince on a white ferrarghini. He made a deal with the devil, then found out he'd sold his soul to himself, fucking up twice and earning a headache that would last 40 000 years. He's one of the very, very few characters to earn an unambiguous happy ending.

Dude's nickname is Secretive Plotter. He is terrible at being secretive and he's shit at plotting.

I'm lowkey pissed we'll never find out what would have happened if Kim Dokja had accepted his sponsorship offer back after the first scenario. Schrodinger's Ouroboros. The disaster that we've lost.

[kernsing]

ORV as a story about fervid devotion through life and death/the desperate lengths taken to save the one(s) you care about more than anything/the paradoxically futile yet worthwhile endeavor to know and understand and love someone—all without ever developing into romance—is just so near and dear to my aromantic heart. Even past the grand gestures, the heroic journeys, the sacrificial acts, this one dream: “I want to buy a really big house and live together with everyone.” How do I encapsulate the amount of yearning inherent to my reading of that sentence. Like it was clawed out from the deepest parts of the soul. How wondrously heavy and real it feels, this hope for a future I can see much more clearly than any vision of dating/partnership/marriage.

I want to buy a really big house and live together with everyone.

Me too, Dokja. Me too.

[themissinghand]

can u please make a dokja x reader... about 49/51 specifically..... (could be technically a 49 x reader x 51...?) hurt/comfort please since we all need therapy o)-(

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint You Should've Been Greedy

Summary: In which you are a constellation who has supported Kim Dokja from the very beginning, and you (desperately) want to see a happy end. 

Pairing: Kim Dokja x Constellation! F! Reader

Note: Hey Anon, I hope this kind of fits your request! Hopefully this could be a comfort to us depressed readers after finishing ORV. 

Readers Unite! We have to protect our little (ugly) squid.

Warning: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

★・・・・・・★

“You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing to apologize for.” 

You wish you could scream those words until the world hears you, until “Kim Dokja” believes you. 

“He” who has read, planned, fought, and “died” for the world. 

He was a reader.

You, who have watched, supported, believed, and “died” for him. 

You were a bystander. 

You were one of the many constellations that supported Kim Dokja Company until the very end. You who loved them all, and cherished them with your lifeline.   

In a world where the lines between existence and oblivion were blurred, you found yourself standing at the crossroads of two fractured souls. 

[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ is watching you with sad eyes]

The 49% and the 51% Kim Dokja, each carrying their own burdens, their own regrets.

The 49% Kim Dokja, fading like the last remnants of a dying star, was a shadow of his former self. His memories, once vivid and precious, were slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. His eyes, once filled with life, were now dull and haunted.

You wanted to hug him, tell him he’s enough. 

(You sat by him and cuddled him in your bunny form, hoping he would wake up)

The 51% Kim Dokja, the last vestige of the original, bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was strong, but even the strongest had their breaking points. His facade of resilience hid a profound loneliness that gnawed at his very core.

(You want to find him)

Oh, how you want to reach out, and tell him he’s worth everything. 

And then there was you, the bystander, who saw him fracture himself into 2 halves.

You regret, and regret, until you couldn’t anymore. 

[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ is praying to the constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’]

You no longer wanted to be a bystander.

You who has lost so much of your spark, reached out to Kim Dokja Company and proposed a solution. 

[Please let me borrow a bit of your power] 

“Why are you working so hard to save him? Didn’t you lose most of your power?” Han Sooyoung asks (bitterly), as she stared at your bunny stuff animal.

Your light flickers, a moment of power surge through your eyes. 

[The constellation ‘The Lady Bathing the Moon’ hesitates for an unknown reason]

[I…want to be greedy]

Your voice faded slightly, but your tone remains undoubtedly resolute. 

Your response silenced them all, until one stepped forward. 

“Here.” Yoo Joonghyuk approached your light, and shook your hand. 

“Tch, this guy.” Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes, but also went up to shake your hand. The others looked at one another, and then they smiled (their eyes were as tired as the Moon). 

[Thank you]

“Hey! We’re putting our trust in you!” 

Another bunny appeared and hopped energetically before it turned towards the sky. It flew far away, brighter than any star out there in the night sky. 

They watched, before they left to prepare for a backup plan. 

Because they loved Kim Dokja just as much as you.

To them, you were the Lady of the Moon from the Emperor Nebula, and despite everything in the past, they knew you as one of their main pillars of support. They could trust you. 

Their power allowed your bunny spirit to run, to fly across space like a comet soaring through the sky. You who searched and searched, until you saw him. 

A young teenager sitting in the middle of the train, no longer an adult or a shadow of the person he was. 

You went through the doors of the subway car, hopped towards his feet, and headbutted him, hoping to wake him. 

“Who…are you?” 

You freeze, a feeling of bitterness rises to your throat, but you hold back and smile. 

[I am a bunny who likes to fly, who are you?]

“My name is…Kim Dokja.” He says with a hint of recognition, and he slowly wrap his hands around the bunny, surprised at the rabbit’s fluffiness.

Without a word, you rub your head on his hand, offering a lifeline to the memories slipping away. Feeling the warmth, he hugged you (even without knowing why).

“Thank…you.”

(You felt the 49% Kim Dokja move his fingers, ever so slightly)

For the first time, he allowed himself to let go of some of the burdens he had carried for so long. He rested his head on your body, he let out a sigh, a silent acknowledgment.

You could feel the pain radiating from both of them, the silent cries for help that they couldn't put into words.

The subway continued to move as if nothing was wrong.

[Do you want to come with me?]

[I can’t.]

He says without moving, and gently pats your head. 

[You can go back for a moment, and I will stay here in your place. The space is my home.]

He pauses briefly at the temptation, but stays firm.

[You’re not a reader] 

[I am an observer, but also one who listens. If you go back, you can tell me your stories as if you are praying to the Moon.]

You peeked up, seeing the child’s contemplating face. 

You smiled.

[Go child, go to where you belong] 

You nudged him with your head, and he saw a bright light from your hand. 

The light you and his friends created just for him.

[Don’t hesitate now, they are waiting for you]

When he lowered his head, his eyes showed uncertainty but slight excitement and relief.

[Thank you]

You cup his cheeks with your bunny paws and smile. 

[Whenever you feel lonely, the Moon shall bless you every night]

To his surprise, he felt sleepy, comfortable as if he was in someone’s embrace. When he opened his eyes again, he saw your silhouette.

He felt like he saw you before. 

[Farewell, Kim Dokja]

Where has he seen you before?

“Kim Dokja!” 

He opened his eyes to bright light, blinding him immediately. He shielded himself and heard all sorts of noise around him, some of surprise, tearful, disbelief, relief, and excitement.

“Hyung! How are you feeling?” 

“Kim Dokja! You finally woke up. Do you know how worried we were?” 

When he finally came to, he saw everyone, and felt tears automatically roll down his cheeks. 

“Wait, we need to make sure.” Han Sooyoung walked up to him with her arms crossed.

“What is this emo bastard’s name?” Han Sooyoung pointed to the man who looked like he was going to kill her later.

With a hoarse laugh, Kim Dokja replied, despite trying to wipe away all of his tears. .

“Sunfish Bastard.” 

“Kim Dokja.” 

“No, I am Yoo Joonghyuk.” 

But his smile was so bright. 

At that moment, everyone rushed to hug him. 

Even in his happiness moment, he felt like he forgot something important?

“Hey, why are you talking to the Moon?” 

“I don’t know…I just felt like…there’s always something to say.” He concluded lamely, but he saw Han Sooyoung come to a short realization.

She sat beside him and put two hands together too. 

“Fine, I’ll do it with you too.”

(In the distance, a bunny watches as she fades away from Earth)

(At the subway station far far away, you sat in your true form as you listened to old and new stories.)

[Be happy, our dear reader]

[imagines-by-elysian]

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 -𝗬𝗼𝗼 𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗸

Oneshot: In every reality you met, he couldn't help to save you Genre: Lowkey angst-? Pairing: Joonghyuk x reader A/n: Got myself invested in Orv fandom

In every reality you met, you died in his arms.

Time, a complex and malleable concept, played cruel tricks on him. Time is such a matrical concept, and in the era of apocalypse, he couldn't help but revive himself every time, leaving his peers and loved ones in the past again only for him to remember them in his memories, while they remember him for nothing. Yet, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't save you.

Each time, Joonghyuk couldn't help but hold you close, in each reality as memories of past regressions haunted him, trapped in a cycle he couldn't break apart. Afterall, you were destined to die again.

Joonghyuk couldn't help but hold onto you tightly as your soul would gradually slip away into the abyss of the underworld, leaving him alone in this desolate world.

"Joonghyuk, it hurts" you would always say, as you would hold onto his black coat, before your hands would lose control and feel weak. Every time, you cried out in pain, and he could only watch helplessly, murmuring, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

Your death always left him feeling powerless, consumed by anger and self-loathing. He couldn't save your smile, your laughter, or your soul. He felt pathetic, useless, and cowardly. It made him angry, because in every regression he took, he couldn't save you.

When he encountered Dokja again, he struggled to hold back his urge to ask. Dokja had altered this timeline, and perhaps, there was a glimmer of hope. Could you be saved this time? Could he see you smile before the world's end?

He dared to hope that this time things might change, and he might witness your happiness once more. Maybe, just maybe there was a little hope.

He observed you wrapping your arm around his companion in gratitude, thanking him for your salvation, he clung to the possibility that this timeline could bring about a different outcome.

Just maybe, this timeline would change, just maybe everything will change, and just maybe you will have a chance to live again.

[sillydestiny]

Hello! I'm new here can I request dokja x reader? Like dokja first to fall in love and fall harder after thank you! You can ignore my message if you don't want to! I really like your work !💕

KIM DOKJA X READER

At first, Dokja couldn't quite put his finger on what it was about you that captivated him. Perhaps it was your unwavering determination, your quiet strength that seemed to emanate from every pore of your being. Or maybe it was your infectious laughter, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you found something genuinely amusing or the subtle kindness in your gestures. Whatever it was, he found himself stealing glances in your direction more often than he cared to admit.

As he observed you from afar, Dokja couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing stir within him. He found himself seeking out opportunities to be near you, to catch glimpses of your radiant smile and hear the melodious sound of your voice. It was as if you had cast a spell on him, one that he had no desire to break free from.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Dokja found himself ensnared in the intricate web of emotions he had so desperately tried to evade. He watched you with bated breath as you carved your place in his heart, leaving an indelible mark upon his soul.

Dokja admired their unwavering resolve, their quiet resilience in the face of adversity. In their shared moments, he discovered a sense of belonging he had long thought lost—a connection forged not by fate's decree, but by the silent whispers of the heart.

And then, one fateful night beneath the glow of a thousand stars, Kim Dokja realized the truth that had been staring him in the face all along. He was in love with you, utterly and irrevocably. It was a realization that shook him to his core, shattering the walls he had erected around his heart and leaving him vulnerable in its wake.

With each passing day, Dokja found himself falling deeper into the abyss of love, his once-guarded heart now laid bare before the Reader's gaze. He found solace in their presence, a sanctuary from the storms that raged within him. In their laughter, he found joy; in their tears, he found sorrow. And in their eyes, he found a reflection of his own soul—a soul yearning to be understood, to be loved.

But love, like the scenarios themselves, is never without its trials.

Dokja was no stranger to loneliness, no stranger to the walls he had built around his heart. He had grown accustomed to solitude, to keeping his distance from others to avoid getting hurt. So, he buried his feelings deep within himself, hidden behind walls of sarcasm and aloofness. He feared rejection, feared that if he were to lay bare his heart, the reader would turn away from him, leaving him more alone than he had ever been.

Yet, despite his fears, Dokja found himself unable to resist the pull of his emotions. They consumed him, threatened to overwhelm him with their intensity.

he couldn't shake the feeling that you were different, that you had somehow managed to breach the walls he had so carefully constructed. And as much as he tried to deny it, he found himself longing for your presence, for the sound of your voice, for the warmth of your touch.

The turning point came during a particularly grueling scenario. You had been separated from the group, and Dokja found himself uncharacteristically frantic. The logical part of his mind told him you were capable and would survive, but his heart was not as easily convinced. When he finally found you, battered but alive, the relief that washed over him was overwhelming.

That night, as you tended to your wounds, he stayed by your side. It was the first time he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you, sharing bits of his past and fears. You listened without judgment, offering comfort not through words, but through your presence. In that quiet moment, he realized he had fallen for you harder all over again and irrevocably.

just how much you meant to him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, couldn't bear the thought of a world without you by his side.

Dokja found the courage to speak the words that had been weighing on his heart for so long.

I love you..

And as he looked into your eyes, saw the depth of his feelings reflected there, they smiled - a smile that lit up the darkness around them and filled Dokja's heart with a warmth he had never known

Dokja made a promise to himself: to protect you, to cherish you, to love you with every fiber of his being. For he had finally come to understand that love wasn't about grand gestures or sweeping declarations; it was about the quiet moments, the shared laughter, the simple joys of being together.

And as he took your hand in his, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude, he knew . For in the end, it was your love that had saved him, had given him a reason to believe in the beauty of tomorrow. And for that, he would be eternally grateful.

had found his true home, his true love, in the arms of you

[skylar-325]

so remember a post of mine from forever ago about how we knew the novel was talking about the whole ‘the one kdj loves the most will kill him’ being the story but the characters of orv didn’t? they likely believed the one kdj loved the most was yjh since he delivered the killing blow.

i know in the story they brushed that off but i’d love to see them talk about it when yjh goes to find dokja in the demon realm. like what would that conversation be like? what emotions would yjh experience?

imagine yjh simply couldn’t stop thinking about the implications of the prophecy and when he found out that dokja is possibly in the 73rd demon realm he goes after him. he tells himself it’s for his companions but in truth he feels a small sense of relief in knowing that the one person who loves him with all his heart isn’t dead. that he didn’t ruin the one person who made him feel human?

he’s been through two regressions and lost people but at least he always kept them at arms length. because he was different as a regressor no one would ever truly understand him so why try? but then this strange man comes along who seems to have an answer for every question, who knows the future and wants to see it with yjh. someone who yjh tested again and again and yet…he somehow managed to break through all the barriers set in his heart and helped him ignite a small flame of hope that perhaps things really will be ok. someone that yjh could secretly depend on. there were times when dokja told yjh to rest and let him take over. and yjh did. bcuz no matter how he sniped and grumbled, the truth was he was able to let go (albeit slightly) thanks to this crazy person.

it had only been three regressions for him at that point, it’s likely that despite his cold facade he wasn’t used to being alone and his heart ached to feel human. i can’t imagine the relief that would come from knowing that the one person who made you feel that way, that one person that you killed, is still alive.

imagine a character who tries so hard to make himself unlovable so that it makes it easier to use others, who believes his soul is tainted and will likely never find peace finally find someone who would choose to love him regardless of it all. that’s his salvation.

[kazumist]

EPISODE 10 ✦ I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 442.

“what are you doing here?”

“i should be asking you the same thing.” he chuckles. a poor attempt to lighten the mood honestly—but it still somehow helped. “i-it’s nothing. i just wanted some fresh air.” you replied. your clogged nose makes your voice sound different than usual. “are you okay?” he asks again. it’s almost there—the urge to say no, i’m not. i’m exhausted. it’s really there. 

“i’m fine.” you said, avoiding his gaze.

“fine is what you say when you can’t think of anything better to say.”

you looked up to meet his eyes, childe could notice a million of things already—your eyebags, that seem even darker now, the slight redness in your eyes that makes it visible that you’ve been crying (a fact you can’t even bother to try denying now) and so on. and childe feels his chest tighten at the sight of your state.

swiftly shifting your gaze onto something else, you saw childe take a step forward. and another. and then another. before you knew it, he was right in front of you. you heard the sound of the plastic bag he was holding fall to the ground. and then the warm feeling of his embrace engulfed you.

with your face meeting nearly his shoulder, you feel a hand gently pat your head as childe’s scent takes over your senses. the scent of his fabric conditioner was comforting but you could also sense a hint of… caramel. or something like that. you really needed this, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. but (name), the ever so hardworking student, just needed a simple hug. and you got it (although from the person you least expected, but that doesn’t matter at the moment).

“what are you doing?” your voice is muffled a bit. childe still hasn’t let go of you. “hugging you, obviously. you looked like you needed it.” he says, his hand still on your head but now he’s gently caressing your hair. “did i look that sad to you?”

he sighs. “honestly? yeah. want to talk about it? it’s better to open up to a stranger, they say.”

“not really, and who even said that?”

“no idea,” he chuckles.

maybe it’s because you can’t see each other’s expressions right now or maybe it’s because of everything that has happened so far after you left but… for once, you felt at peace. yet childe couldn’t help but think, just how could the world be cruel to a gentle soul like you?

“i’ll always be here.” he mumbles.

and just for tonight, you decided that maybe it’s fine to give in at least a little bit.

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[jilted-love]

We know Yoohankim polyam ship dynamic goes like "she's the writer, he's the reader, he's the protagonist and together they create and destroy the universe"

But what about Yoo Sangah? Do you ever think about how Kim Dokja is an endless library inside of himself and Yoo Sangah is his personal librarian? Not just any librarian by profession. She tended to the specific books inside of his soul. She read the books about his life, his tragedy and care for his story. She might not understand him completely but she will look after the vast library of his existence. She will read and re-read the books of his life. If Kim Dokja was the Library of Alexandria that burned down and devastated historians, Yoo Sangah was the librarian that burned down with him in her attempts to save him from the fire.

(PS: This is a ship post. I ship Doksang, Doksoo, Dokhyuk, Dokhee, Dokhyun, Doksol, etc. Nothing platonic about that. This is also a rare romantic pairing appreciation post. Not enough Doksang romance appreciation in this fandom honestly 😕 This isn't appreciating their friendship, there are other posts about that. This is me saying Yoo Sangah is in love with Dokja in the same crazy way everyone else is.)

[orphiclovers]

Hear me out about yjh and blondes: 999 yjh x Uriel

YES I'm so into this pairing you have no idea. and lol about the blonde thing. yjh has a type.

I've talked about them some under the tag #999yjhuri (ship name pending...) so check that out but yeah I love them they're canon to me! I don't even know where to start talking about them because I have so much to say

The thing is that Uriel loved her captain so much. 999 is the only turn we know of where she was one of Yoo Joonghyuk's companions and it's sooo significant to that round specifically because she is an ANGEL and a constellation of the Absolute Good system!

Uriel saw this one man who sacrificed everything for his companions and decided she wanted to fight by his side. He was the 'good' she saw in the world. And then she had to stand by helplessly and watch as his soul and body withered from the outer world covenant. and see up close as with the same noble sacrifice she fell in love with he destroyed himself.

But they thought they could make it to the end of the scenarios at least, they were so close, but then at the very last moment he DIED IN HER ARMS!!! And she lost her mind with grief and swore eternal vengeance upon the one who took him away.

The good in her soul died with him! She who was the righteous 'absolute good' angel of Eden for thousands of years was so broken by his death she chose to become evil, to become the very thing she swore to destroy

And of course this neatly ties into spuri, the one who was the object of her single minded obsession for thousands of years. Even to the point when it made no sense, when she learned who he was, it didn't matter because the bloody path of vengeance was all she had and all that kept her alive.

And then there's the huge complicated mess of what SP thinks about 999 Uriel. His careful neutrality when she attempts to kill him and burns down his forest with all the inhabitants. The was he doesn't react because he thinks he is reaping what he sowed. He says to Kim Dokja that this is the consequences of his mistake - sees her as a divine punishment for his sins in the 999th regression rather than as a person who wants to kill him

And at the same time in his mind there exists 999, who, quote off the top of my head, 'sighs in lamentation at the sun' when she attacks N'gai. 999 is COMPLICATED and I won't get into his insane psychology in this post but in short, he feels pity for her and all the rest of his companions who turned into outer gods (and also SP...) but makes the frankly correct decision to not come back to them even though he technically COULD, because it would cheapen everything they went through. There is no way to turn back time and save your fallen companion, even when there is. He KNOWS they live in his memory and that's why he can never return (kim dokja anyone...). He does his best to stay dead, even in his afterlife.

And, stay with me here, there's the love triangle of it all.

Both Uri and SP wanted to save 999 but neither of them could. And she despises SP for killing the love of her life but they both wanted the same thing, for 999 to be happy!

I think about SPuri in the post epilogue OD household. Even though Uriel accepted that 999 wouldn't come back and gave up her futile revenge quest against SP, there's still lingering awkwardness and tension there. After hating him for so long it's difficult to act normal around him. I imagine she treats him with civil distance.

And then, when SP does something small that reminds her of 999, she has to look away to remind herself that 999 didn't want to come back and to respect his decision, berating herself for mistaking SP for the man she loves, which is disrespectful to them both.

Even though SP didn't often think of 999 and himself as the same person, I think spending all his time around the 999th turns companions + having 999s memories in his head would inevitably bring out old habits and that side of him more. To all around bittersweet feelings from the outer gods, not just Uriel

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

( darling, close your weary eyes everything will be fine )

chara : kim dokja fandom : omniscient reader's viewpoint quote cr : sophism - the lullaby

kim dokja does not know of love, childhood buried & forgotten ; it roots itself in the crevices of the soul, spreads, aches, festers until it is known in violent recollection. he tears it out, rips and rips and rips until it is gone -- but it will always come back at the end of the line, remaining, reawakening in a painful cycle of memories meant to be left behind for the sake of one's protection.

kim dokja does not know of love, regards it as a cold stranger he does not wish to grant belonging to. he has only known dread his entire life, known a surrendered defeat that seeks companionship with grief. how their fingers intertwine, dearest to each other, and follow him throughout the ages, endlessly mocking him through all struggle and misfortune undeserved.

this is all he knows.

this is all he knows, this lackluster life and doom that he has faced over and over again. because he has never been meant for greatness, never meant for anything worth sharing. there is no story of higher beings in sight for him; he has always been a reader, a wallflower at most : no place to belong from sea to shore, seeking harbor in the most meaningless of places.

so he does not understand what this is -- the oblivion that blooms from the heart, the feeling that spreads through his body with every beat in the presence of you. he dares seek knowledge on it, find some way to justify these foreign feelings, but there is nothing to tell him what it means-- what you mean, and perhaps this fear is one that cannot be nullified.

he dreams a restless dream, void and beyond, unknown and unidentifiable. it does not frighten him, not really, because there is too much to survive these days and it is useless to acknowledge the primal instinct of trepidation. but there is a strange warmth that washes over him, brings him to the surface carefully, cautiously, waiting -- so he opens his eyes, breaks free from the quiet nightmare, and sees you.

your fingers weave through his hair, gentle, visage twisted in slight concern. you freeze instinctively when your gazes meet, a troubled smile gracing your lips.

"sorry." the words are soft spoken as you pull your hand away, and suddenly he misses the feeling of you. "you looked like you were having a nightmare."

if there was not panic on his expression then, he is most certain there is now. he coughs awkwardly once or twice, tries to sit up, but you place your hand on his chest, almost laugh at the little resistance he bears as he lies back down.

"you've barely slept, dokja. you need to rest." you glance at him, fond of the pink that dusts his cheeks. "if you have another nightmare, i'll be here when you wake."

he doesn't fight the feeling, allows himself to realize the fatigue that seeps into his bones, weighs heavy on his being. he offers a quiet word of thanks, knows there is safety to be found in you.

what an odd realization that is. he has never felt safe before, not with anyone. but why is it that your mere existence brings ease to the soul, the weight of all that you are so terribly light on the strings of the heart?

he doesn't question it. he doesn't like to, thinks it's better to not dwell on such things.

so he closes his eyes, the faintest curl of the lips blossoming when he feels your familiar touch once more. how holy and tender it is, this strangeness that resides in his chest. you absentmindedly fix stray hairs, your fingers trailing down his face, touch a ghost of what could be. how wonderfully does his smile grow in this moment, and you hope to carry this memory for when the days grow long and difficult.

"goodnight, lovely dokja."

( there is an aching somewhere in the path of two shared hearts, a wanting, & perhaps in the future, you will seek happiness together. )

[occasionalsnippets]

Do you have any new fic recs?

Uhh no notes for this time because i'm busy but fic rec part 2 :)

again mix of stuff, gen, romance, x reader, etc etc. some of the crossovers are in random sections b/c i can't be bothered to have a whole separate thing for each crossover

check back in like 2 years maybe for another list

Mashle

Mashig! [Quotev]

Easton’s Prefect Trio and a Round of Old Maid [AO3]

KNY

Determination [Quotev]

Candid [Quotev]

beware the dust devil. [AO3]

The life and times of Kibutsuji Muzan, Bored Immortal Guy [AO3]

the awakening of the demon king [AO3]

BNHA

An Unexpected Training Trip [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

The Future's Keeper [Quotev]

Record of Ragnorak

Ganymede [Quotev]

Obey Me

The Idiot [Quotev]

One Piece

World-Seeing Eyes [Quotev]

Black Butler

my soul, you know it aches for you [Quotev]

DC

Hush, little baby, don't say a word [AO3]

The Art of Mortal Quests [AO3] [Percy Jackson Crossover]

what goes around [AO3]

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map [AO3]

DP x DC

Unable to Forward [AO3]

The Peacock Chronicles [AO3]

Putting the Joy in Joyride [AO3]

Dead Man Walking [AO3]

If You Give a Bat a Burger [AO3]

Danny the Intern [AO3]

Wait, I'm a what? [AO3

Ghost in the Morgue [AO3]

Bus to Nowhere [AO3]

DC x Marvel

Untangling the Web [AO3]

Help Me, I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore [AO3]

Spider and Bat Friends [AO3]

Dark Matter [AO3]

Undertale

Ghost Hunting With Skeletons [AO3]

Help, I've Fallen Into a Surveillance State and I Can't Get Up! [AO3]

Turn The Page [AO3]

with you here between [AO3]

bon courage [AO3]

JJBA

passione speedrun any percent (world record) [AO3]

Naruto

Healthy Coping Mechanisms [AO3]

Last Resort [AO3] [DC crossover]

complete disarray [AO3]

Morpheme [AO3]

JJK

limited vision [AO3]

obito and jjk is occupying my brain and in this essay i will [AO3] [Naruto crossover]

TWST

Team Building Exercises [AO3]

You Will Understand Now That Yours Is Unique in All the World [AO3]

Isekai as the Side Character Destined for Intoxication [AO3]

the seven habits of highly unfortunate souls: a transmigrator’s guide to the coral sea [AO3]

Debut or Die

I must debut (or die) [AO3]

RESET [AO3]

Vacation [AO3]

Date or Die! [AO3]

Shokugeki no Soma

and only the bitterness remains. [AO3]

SVSSS

The Cultivating Force [AO3] [Star Wars crossover]

Misinformation [AO3]

Master of Dual Cultivation [AO3]

Scum Villain's White Lotus Halo [AO3]

how to avoid love for dummies [AO3]

ORV

bet i made you look [AO3]

The Reborn Villainess Can't Possibly Be This Cute! [AO3]

One Kim Dokja to Rule them All [AO3]

you got me starstruck [AO3]

“You are loved,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. “This is a threat,” said Yoo Jonghyuk. [AO3]

TCF

black dragons and white crowns [AO3]

THE GOD'S SYSTEM [AO3]

What Lies ahead [AO3]

Amaranthine [AO3]

Treasure of the (Vampire) Duke's Family?! [AO3]

The Distress of the Middleman [AO3]

everybody talks [AO3]

0% Love [AO3]

Genshin Impact

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 [AO3]

Bleach

living, not breathing [AO3]

The Fourth Seat [AO3]

Indelible Stains [AO3]

半个花瓣 || Petal Fragment [AO3]

Nothing but the Truth [AO3]

Chilled Peaches [AO3]

Not exactly pushing daisies [AO3]

Bait and Switch [AO3]

The Unfought [AO3]

Sight [AO3]

Swinging Pendulum [AO3]

KnB

Ball Is Life, But You Still Need To Pay Rent [AO3]

Tokyo Revengers

all for one [AO3]

if trouble must come (let it come) [AO3]

Marbled Elbows [AO3]

Original

Chain Me Up, Darling [Quotev]

Anomalous [Quotev]

[yhk1864]

'There are three ways to survive in a ruined world.' This is the first line of orv and the title of the novel Han Sooyoung wrote for Kim Dokja. But what exactly did she mean by that?

It's simple. The three ways are reading, writing, and regressing. These are the three methods we use cope with our lives, to survive each day.

Yoo Jonghyuk survived the hellish scenarios by regressing and remaining stuck in the terrifying past. With this method, he discovered various items and techniques that helped him improve each regression turn. However, despite the fact that each regression provided him with valuable information and wisdom, he slowly lost his soul and humanity. Regression represents how we replay our bad memories over and over, reliving the terror of the never-ending past. With this, we learn from our mistakes but never take a step forward. And that's why kimco chose to regress. They couldn't let go of the Kim Dokja they knew and loved, therefore they abandoned the peaceful lives they could've enjoyed with 49. Thus, in the end, they failed.

Meanwhile, Kim Dokja survived by reading. To escape the world in which he was regularly abused, he read twsa every day as a form of escapism. Reading teleported him to another world-a snowfield where he could confortably lay. This was his safe haven far away from the pain of his reality. And undeniably, so many people do the same. We use escapism to distract ourselves from trauma and pain. We deny the existence of these experiences and try to forget that they ever happened. But choosing to look away from the present doesn't solve anything. We convince ourselves that we're alright and everything's just fine, reading an entirely different and 'fake' story rather than facing the truth laid out in front of us.

On the other hand, Han Sooyoung was different from those two. She was a writer who crafted her own stories on paper. Piece by piece, she gathered letters from her bare soul to create two novels-twsa and orv. She did this with a clear goal in mind, to save a reader. And we are the fragments of that reader. But Han Sooyoung wasn't the one who truly gave us salvation through writing...it was ourselves. Due to orv's open ending, the story left Han Sooyoung's fingertips and entered the hands of all its readers. Because neither regression nor reading could save Kim Dokja, this was Han Sooyoung's final resort. She let us imagine and write an ending where Kim Dokja could live happily.

Han Sooyoung wrote orv not just so we could survive our own apocalypse, but so that we could allow ourselves to be happy. Because she realized that reading and regressing are just ways to survive, not to live.

What will you do? Will you regress and stay stuck in the past? Will you read and try to forget the bad memories? Or will you write your own story, taking a step forward one sentence at a time?

There's no way to know, but one thing is for certain....

You who are reading this now will survive.