Kim Dokja Is So Lame Bc He Acts All Hesitant About Jang Hayoung And Nirvana's Gender Identities But He

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I am suddenly very interested in reading someone’s fanfiction in which:

Kim Dokja’s Fourth Wall goes into overdrive when he has a panic attack, blurring him so much that he’s either entirely invisible or only a hazy distortion in the air

He endures this a couple of times alone when no one is looking for him

When he panics during an important moment, though, the others notice his absence and look for him

And one of two things happens: either 1) KimCom finds him and is able to protect him well enough for him to come back and be loved on, or 2) only Han Sooyoung finds him, and she uses her writer’s mind to comfort him, tie him back to reality, and help him reconnect with his sense of self rather than dissociating by describing what he looks like, piece by piece, painting a picture of him with her words as if he were a character (just like he tries to be when he copes alone), until he’s there, on his knees in front of her, tear tracks staining the corners of his eyes

I think it’s pretty clear which of those two scenarios I find more compelling, but I think the other could be fleshed out enough to hit pretty hard, too

Basically I want Kim Dokja to feel seen and real and like a meaningful part of the physical world

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

My m/f ships post continues to blow up. This is step 1 in getting people to care about women 😔 step 2 is getting them to care about women on their own merits and without the involvement of a man

ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KDJ!! ORV dump 👊👊👊

Whumpril Day 4 - Threat

On ao3

It was a normal day. Lee Jihye and Na Bori were in class, talking about the latest trends and playfully bantering. It was a normal day.

[Worldline 8162 has entered paid service.]

An ominous message was the only warning, before the two girls’ lives’ completely changed.

At first, the class had just whispered. It seemed that everyone had hurt the message, causing all conversation to stop. No one could figure out where it came from, but then… the screams began.

They were muffled through the walls, most likely from another classroom, but they started, and they wouldn’t stop. Another message pinged.

[1st Scenario - Prove Your Worth

Category: Main Scenario

Difficulty: F

Clear Conditions: Kill one or more living things.

Time Limit: 15 minutes.

Compensation: 300 coins.

Failure: Death]

A strange creature was floating above the teacher. Or what had been the teacher. When the creature appeared, the teacher had exclaimed in shock. The creature did not take this well.

The brain was splattered all over the algebra they had been doing prior. The solution for x was just a blood stain where there should have been ink.

[Look at you pathetic creatures, trying to learn how to live in your easy lives.]

Lee Jihye had many issues with that statement, and it seemed so did her classmates. They could not raise these concerns, because their mouths had been exploded, alongside the rest of their skulls.

It was brutal. The class of girls that was once thirty strong was reduced to ten.

[No one wanting to speak up? Then I guess you all know what to do… I’ll leave you alone for now. Time’s ticking.]

The creature was mocking them. They were laughing at the terrified students and left before anyone could raise a finger in complaint.

Time wore on. The students ended up returning to their desks. What could they do? Kill each other? None of them wanted to end another’s life to extend their own.

The clock ticked to its last minute. That’s when it started again. The screaming that most had been trying to drown out came back with a vigour. Soon people in the classroom joined in.

They clutched at their skulls before their end. It was fast.

Na Bori had figured out what was coming.

“Lee Jihye, do you want to hug one last time before the end?” Her voice held a strange cadence. It was that of someone who had accepted their fate. Lee Jihye looked up to see her best friend with her arms spread wide and welcoming.

She jumped into them. They held each other knowing that this would be it. Until Na Bori moved. She moved slowly, subtly, grabbing Lee Jihye’s arms and moving them to her neck. She slowly stepped back, so it ended up with Lee Jihye’s hands limply laying on her shoulders.

Those were moved next, and a chokehold was formed, blocking her windpipe.

“W-what?” A shaky voice came from Lee Jihye’s mouth, “What are you doing?”

“It needs to be done. You will survive.” And she tightened the grip around her own throat.

It was not a quick death, but she refused to let Lee Jihye’s arms move until she was too weak to keep them there.

Her friend was too weak to move them as well.

[Achievement Gained - First Kill]

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Do not stop transgender people from receiving care in mainstream hospital wards

The previous government proposed changes to the NHS constitution which would mean transgender hospital patients in England may not be treate

Well fucks? Get to it!