"Hello? You Sent This To The Wrong Address. My Brother Is Still Alive. Still Dead. Was Brought Back"

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Past/future swap with KDJ but instead of his middle school self, he swaps with 51% and 51% has to deal with /gasp/ EMOTIONS

Something that makes me crazy in the head that I have seen no one post about is the idea of Yoo Sangah's partners refamiliarizing themselves with her body post-reincarnation.

She is in a different body now. One with different scars, different moles, different creases when she smiles, different ways the fat of her body bunches up.

What else is telling someone I will love you no matter who you are other than learning to love their new body?

Helping her get used to this new and different form, help her feel like she belongs in it. Maybe help her feel that she is loved just as much in it.

thinking again about kim dokja's face censor and how its such a good mechanic. foreshadows the most ancient dream reveal. shows how his desperate wish to be a normal child effects him still to this day. functions as an extension of his reader-self-insert status. and most excellently shows exactly how much his disassociation and distancing from everyone and everything in his life affects him, to the point where his loved ones can't even recognize his face. that when they think of him it is with his back turned and expression obscured because they never knew anything else. no one can recall his features, be reminded of them when they look at his mother or see his familiar facial expressions in his kids. he's perpetually a blank slate, someone neither we nor his loved ones can see anything distinctive in because thats the point of his character and i so deeply adore it. someone needs to get sing shong out of the kitchen because they cannot keep cooking like this

Portrait of Lee Sookyung :]

Whumpril Day 1 - Hug

Also posted on ao3

Han Sooyoung lets out a sigh, looking at the mountain of notes she had spent the past day sorting through.

“All these notes, yet you can’t just stay alive, can you?” She wasn’t talking to anyone. The person she wanted to talk to was long gone. All that was left of him was his piles and piles of writing, on the scenarios, on constellations, on items. Nothing saying where he went or what could bring him home.

She had taken it upon herself to read through all of them, organising their leader’s scattered thoughts into something the rest of them could manage.

Grabbing her summary of what she went through, Han Sooyoung made to stand. Pushing her chair back, her vision went dark as she rose. How long had she been sat there?

Doubling over, she gripped the table. Her vision remained dark, her head rushing. She groaned at the sensations. She knew she had to get closer to the ground, then it would be less of a fall if she passed out.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Sooyoung-ssi? Are you alright in there?” Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence came through the closed surface, a hint of concern in her tone.

Han Sooyoung tried to respond but the pounding doubled in strength, eyes seeing naught but waves of darkness. Another groan emerged from her throat.

“Is that you? I’m coming in,” and the door opened. Yoo Sangah’s gentle cadence was shrouded in what seemed like a halo of heavenly light, but Han Sooyoung knew it was just the too-bright lightbulb in the hallway shining into the poorly lit room.

Yoo Sangah let out a gasp when she saw Han Sooyoung. Her hair was matted, her eyes clamped shut with the eyebags beneath large and noticeable.

She rushed over and wrapped her arms around the writer, holding her close.

“Are you okay? I came to check on you because no one’s seen you all day,” Her concerned words were too loud for Han Sooyoung’s aching head, so she scrunched her eyes further closed and tightened her grip on the table.

When Yoo Sangah saw her do this, she tried to pull them both away from the table, and to the mattress that had been set up for when company members were having sleepless nights in the planning room.

Now speaking in a whisper, Yoo Sangah continued to try and comfort Han Sooyoung

“Do you want to just lay hear and cuddle? Let’s try and get some sleep,” The serene tone combined with the soft covers helped ease some of Han Sooyoung’s pain. She nodded her head, and Yoo Sangah slipped them both under the covers.

And so, as the night wore on, the two ladies slept in peace, leaving thoughts of what was to come aside.

[Image ID: The first panel and second panel are greyscale. The first is Gabriel seeming to have just entered a cave, with a gentle smile on her face and her hand resting above her on the ceiling.

The second is Uriel with her back turned and wings closed, sitting on the ground in the cave and watching her sheep. She is sitting hunched over.

The next three panels have a gradual transition to colour. They feature Uriel turning around to look at Gabriel. The first is with muted colours and her back still turned, the next with her turning her head as if she has just heard something, and the final in full colour with Uriel taking a gasp as she looks directly at Gabriel.

The final panel is Uriel rushing over to hug Gabriel with Gabriel having her arms open to accept it. The light source is behind Gabriel and beaming onto the rest of the panel. Both of them have beaming smiles. /End ID]

I would give all this and heaven too...

[Gabriel and Uriel reuniting after the 3 year timeskip]

han sooyoong 1863rd round

does kdj even know that him having bare minimum contact with whichever timeline yjh is enough to make the man obssessed

[AU Way of Survival MMORPG] 🐟 0th YJH 🦑 KDJ is still KDJ

"Are you being chased by someone?" Has the same vibe as: "You know other men?"