I'll Keep Writing The Epilogue For You Until The End Of Time, For Eternity

literally any jesus song can be about kim dokja if youre brave enough

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Better version for the heewon fanart sketch

Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."

my God, why have you forsaken me?

Imagine being so gay that you can notice just the slightest twitch of their eye and know exactly what it means

Like…….

On stage

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

The way that: a MILGRAM FAN is also a ALIEN STAGE FAN, a alnst fan is necessarily a ORV FAN and also a LOST IN THE CLOUD FAN.

Like. HOW THE HELL ARE WE ALL IN THE SAME FANDOMS?!?

ALSO. stop. making. ivantill. and. kdj x yjh. side by side fanarts. I CANT TAKE IT.

Hhhhhhh more AU's that I will never write based on that post that's like:

"You came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy."

Joongdok:

KDJ gets isekai'd right at the ending of Ways of Survival. The ending of a story is like death. There is nothing written past the Final Scenario and YJK slowly starts transforming into an outer god. Not like SP, but more like an extant form of life, with garbled memories and messed up form like 'Made in Abyss' if you've ever seen it.

YJK just looks like a blob of stories. He cannot even be called remotely human. KDJ tries to pick him up, but his existence is like a gelatinous sack, and sentences slip past his arms. He cannot even hold him.

They spend their days in N'Gai forest. KDJ tries to make him comfortable. He cooks for YJK. They watch rounds of Ways of Survival together.

I want to die I want to die I want to die I want to die

KDJ won't let him

Doksoo:

Her childhood friend committed suicide when she was young, and her therapist suggested she write out her feelings in the form of a story. Han Sooyoung is the type who loves hard, and the grieving process takes decades. By the time she's ready to let go, she's 26, and she's thousands of chapters in. She gets isekai'd into her own story.

KDJ is there, alive, like a protagonist

She spent years trying to understand him in the hopes he would be resurrected in her writing, but because her understanding of him stopped when he was at the lowest point in his depression, this Kim Dokja is eternally at his lowest point in the pages.

The narrative keeps him alive. The purpose of this story is so that KDJ can live.

Living is so painful for KDJ, but for a universe that was meant to grieve him, to hold onto him, to capture him 'exactly as he was' he is doomed to never become happier because a happier KDJ did not exist in reality. HSY tries. She tries so hard to change the already-written sentences.

She can't she can't she can't

The one who loves this story cannot change this story.

Yoohan:

A soul for a soul. That is the law of exchange in demonic pacts. They wanted to bring back their deceased mutual friend. They thought they were being smart and had found a loophole: they would each trade one half of their soul in exchange for one whole Kim Dokja. That way neither of them would die and KDJ would live. But demonic pacts aren't fair. The demon gave each of them one half of Kim Dokja.

50% YJK now inhabits 50% of KDJ in his body. He doesn't understand himself anymore. He's acting different and he knows it and its almost like he's a character and a reader is projecting himself into his actions.

50% HSY now inhabits 50% of KDJ into her body. She can hear him talking to her sometimes. She barely recognizes who he is.

HSY and YJK chase after the vestiges of someone else in each other.

(When they wake up the next morning, bare shoulders peeking past the sheets, they both turn their backs and start crying)

It's not who they're looking for. They cannot recognize each other broken. They cannot recognize themselves.

Who are you? Who am I?

No one is happy