Ques 4,9 And 14 For Orv Ask Game ^^

i have a really strong headcanon that kim dokja did fully have friends or at least people who were trying to be his friend pre-scenarios but his self hatred fully led to a goob from meet the robinsons situation where he ignored everyones attempts to get close to him. like i do think he generally had it really rough and didn't have many people who tried to reach out to him but going off of his interactions with yoo sangah we can assume that there were at least a few who he was dodging like bullets. kim dokja fully risked his job to move security cameras so they wouldnt catch yoo sangah pranking their bosses and she knows this and likes him because of it but he's still ah yoo sangah that perfect stranger why would she ever talk to me any time she tries to make conversation. you cant tell me there werent other similar situations throughout his life. it's just all those times there wasn't an apocalypse to keep them together and kim dokja succeeded in pushing them away

rereading early orv is like. wow kdj is so detached from the rest of his companions. he still believes ysa's close to him because she's nice to everyone and he counts as everyone. he still talks about the end of the scenarios as if he expects a peaceful, happy ending to this story because he hasn't planned it out yet. he still judges yjh as if he were only a character he would utilize to get to that end. and every time i feel uncomfortable reading kdj be so heartless i remember that he hates himself exactly because of this in the later scenarios

a story in two parts

epilogue II

the beautiful days still didn’t arrive or at least not as i had imagined - there was no bright and early awakening, or a stretch towards the sun, no feeling of "i am finally worthy" and no lack of the familiar shadows. the beautiful days were disjointed and blemished, the streets were littered and the sun was too hot, the clouds too little, the breeze on my cheek not enough to ruffle my hair like the movies. the ancient cathedral was a modern art installation and the historical city was a street, but my heart was stirred all the same

my beautiful days were so ordinary i barely noticed, until the stroke of midnight, how much i loved them. come back to me, night spent in a hotel room playing mafia, come back to me exhausted laughter and charades and home-cooked pasta. come back to me, friends, and accuse me of being the mafia again and let me laugh and incriminate myself again, and let me love you in that moment, please, i didn't realise it then

my sweet forgiving days let me sleep in though the 8am alarm still woke me, perhaps my body had heard my desire to consume and conserve the daylight hungrily - summer sun, let's put aside our rivalry, you made our smiles glow so gently on the last day, i owe you

my sweet forgiving days, that i fear, that i fear are lulling me into complacency, i fear so much but i love you still. i love you still, i thank the heavens for you still, train delays and all. i'll trudge through the city on tired feet and sleepless muscles again, come back, i'll wear my short sleeves and you will make it feel okay.

come on, hurry, the train will soon arrive and the karaoke place will soon close, i heard my voice in recording and i'll forgive it, i sang you proud. the city is so alive, breathing me in and out, pushing me against the hand-grip of the subway and pulling me from bookstore to bookstore, up and down the stairs and up and down, and up once more because the apartment was always one floor higher than i hoped, though i already knew that from the blue flower prints i memorised, and the rainbow mat of the neighbour who must've cursed us out, let me send flowers to them, let me send flowers. thank you for allowing me joy and delirium and obnoxious laughter. happiness is so fleeting and easily questioned, forgive me, allow me your mercy of returning again and again, and again as i look into my friends' smiles and burst into giggles. 

my beautiful days were so short and spaced between the ordinary days (that were still beautiful, god, they were all so beautiful-) but you still fit so much inside; i battle time and memory to keep you with me, a little more, a little longer, let me linger on the memory of touch and sound and don't you dare take it away from me. my world and my people and my people's people and my world's planet, i love you so. 

and when that plane lands, and that shuttle screeches to a halt, and when i walk down that wooden hallway and hear the familiar roll of my suitcase, i know i'll forget you, i'll forget that i'm not alone. the past will beckon me once more and my daydreams will say so what of happiness when there is no success within it. but perhaps one fine morning of sleeping in again the world will forgive me as it always does, as i pray it always will, and i will be reminded that i have pockets of my heart beating gently around this stupidly large globe. maybe a smile or a joke will set it off, maybe a moment of sadness or even frustration, maybe i can be missed as i miss you so already, all of you, all of you, all of you who i remember and forget with the turn of the earth and the pilot's steady descent onto the landing. i love you so much even when i don't. i love you so much even though i will never be certain that you love me, i will never accept that you can love me differently or less or more, or perhaps not at all. not at all. not at all- 

but you did for a moment, right?

The novel reader

A writer and her reader <3

Ty to @/princess-of-purple-prose for writing the alt text!

“One more dance?” “Of course. I wish for this waltz to never end.”

Inspired by @/miilkcandies beautiful sequence of art! I fell in love with the storytelling and paneling in that piece :) Please check it out if you haven't already!

shoot the puppy, shin yoosung. you need to pass the first scenario

The Oldest Dream’s Blorbo

I am very very proud of this artwork and couldn’t help but share :’) hopefully I’ll start posting more art on here