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localapparently · 10 months
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grrr gRGRRRRRR RGRRR bites on my keyboard,,, they are so silly,,, so stupidd,,,, garghhgfgghh,, smacks two miniature dolls of them together,, Hug,, HUGgg,
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keistance · 1 month
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ik im always saying that the orv fandom should stop going so hard for 1minute but im not doing myself any favours thinking too much about how kdj's first kill was kim namwoon (someone he identified with very strongly; someone he saw himself in; someone he couldn't bear to leave inside the story) and his last murder attempt was quite literally himself TWICE (through his fading away as the oldest dream and also literally trying to strike a younger version of himself). his first and last acts of violence are all against himself, and not even sacrificing himself so his companions might live but going above and beyond that. why is his self loathing so great adn his complete and utter disregard for his own life so immeasurable that he must do this every single time. ofc kdjc's came back for a silver of hope this man could be alright. bitch i would too
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orv91 · 2 years
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I just want to hold Dokja in my arms and tell him that it's okay and everything is fine and that he's loved and everything will work out because he matters and he's appreciated and we would all love mountains for him to reach a conclusion where he lives in the happy ever after that he wishes so desperately for his companions.
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mavzell · 2 years
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Ok, so about Kim Dokja.
I could never really parse out why he was blurry/censored to others. I didn’t see a reason for it, you know? Why hide his face? Sangah saw him before the apocalypse started too, like why make it a big secret? It’s not like anyone had seen OD before to recognize current KDJ through.
But then I thought:
When it comes to our own mental image of ourself, we often picture ourself as unclear, more of a vague representation rather than looking in a mirror. What if that was the same for Kim Dokja? He can think of the features he has if he focuses, trying to picture them, but the whole picture isn’t really there without looking in a mirror/camera. Which is very similar to how the others described being able to see KDJ’s features if they tried, but how he was impossible to picture otherwise.
So, my new head canon for Dokja being blurry/indistinct is that it’s not actually because he’s censored but because the information isn’t actually, fully available. The whole world of ORV is built out of KDJ’s dream, his imagination. So then, if his own mental image of himself isn’t clear, his subconscious could not create himself properly in the now-crafted world. 
I ALSO think it could potentially be attributed to him no longer remembering/knowing what he looked like, after being OD for so long. He could have an idea of what he looked like as an adult but not clear enough to make him look normal, and the memories of what he looked like might have just been gone by that point. He wouldn’t be able to find out on accident either, since the face he would see in the windows would be that of child.
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neptunespaladin · 2 years
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YJH: Kim Dokja, your plan is pathetic; do you think these boxes will give anything useful to deal with Nirvana?
Also YJH, three seconds later : Gimme my box >:(
[goes away]
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akinaru1864 · 1 year
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The usual Kim Dokja
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gkstndjd10 · 2 years
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lizhly-writes · 11 months
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Hello— ORV whump prompt because I’m Thinking So Many Things and want to see what cool authors like you think about it!
Scenario fic: one member is brought back to the event that led to the first meeting between the party. Of course it’s our Rat that disappears in a poof of sparkles, and of course KimCom think the first people to meet were KDJ and YSA so they rush to head to Minosoft… BUT!
a) on the way they pass a certain all boys school at Just The Right Time
b) LSK is there and knows the Truth and Freaks Out
c) they don’t find him in time and track him down when he’s on the verge of d**th
Dealer’s choice hehe!
hello! i finally sat down and started writing through this ask! i appreciate that you came into my askbox and immediately slammed the button on 'misery', always a fun time lol
anyway. i have ideas. unfortunately if i attempted to fully finished these ideas, you would probably see this ask either in a year with a full fic or in uh, never, so you get this.
There is a teenager.
She looks much like any other teenager bored out of their mind in class.  Chin propped up on one hand, other hand wielding a pan tapping out a distracted staccato on her notebook, perfectly in time with the tap-tap-tap of her foot, watching the blackboard up front but mostly watching the clock above it, waiting for everything to be done. 
She’s so sick of class.  Sitting in one place, trying and failing to listen to a teacher saying shit she doesn’t care about – ahhh, but she’s got to care about it, doesn’t she?  Gotta make sure she knows enough to score good on the CSAT, except that’s never going to happen because she’s got shit-for-brains, shit-for-grades.  At this point, wouldn’t it be easier just to drop out?  Who wants to live this kind of life?  Not her.  Not anyone else.  Who likes school?
…Yeah.  Jung Heewon was like that, as a kid.
“Hey, you,” Jung Heewon says.
That image of her younger self ignores her.  So does everyone else in her old middle school classroom.  The teacher drones on, uninterrupted – and it really is a droning, the kind of indistinct murmur you hear as background noise, only occasionally cut with actual lecture material.
Everything here is indistinct.  There’s a vague sense of blurriness about everything.  The faces of her teacher and the few classmates she remember are clear, or at least, almost clear.  Everyone else?  Faceless.  Unmemorable.
… Maybe that’s the point.
Yoo Sangah likes to think her memory is good, but truthfully, it’s hard to remember the faces of her middle school classmates when she hasn’t talked to them in years.  A few that she kept in contact with, sure, but everyone else, she’s likely to get wrong.
They’re in some kind of scenario space right now, and if the scenario is drawing things from her memory, that might be why everything is so… unclear.  Unreal, almost, the edges of reality soft instead of well-defined, only sharpening around her younger self as she files out of the classroom, chatting with – is that Ahn Minji?  Yoo Sangah hadn’t thought about her in years.
Things only get worse as they head outside. The younger Yoo Sangah is a beacon of clarity, but everything else is just fog, white and dense and casting a featureless pall over everything.
…No.  Wait.  Not quite.
Lee Hyunsung had taken some time to tear his eyes away from that boy he’d once been, talking to one of his seniors – “I guess I’m not really sure what to do.  I don’t have to think about it if I go directly into the military after high school, right?”  In the end, though, there wasn’t any use to paying attention to that sort of thing, not when he was alone.  He hadn’t entered the scenario alone, so where were the others?
Not in his school, he’d looked.  The only other thing he could do is go straight into that strange white fog, even if it meant he was walking blindly towards nowhere.
Except it hadn’t turned out like that.  In the backdrop of nothingness, he could make out a building, getting clearer and clearer as he ran towards it.  So well-defined – that had to mean something, didn’t it?  
Shin Yoosung pressed her nose against the glass of the window.  That building, the only one she’d seen in what felt like forever, was getting closer.  Maybe that was where the train would finally stop.
Maybe the train wouldn’t stop at all.
But no, that’d be weird, wouldn’t it?  There had to be an end to the scenario somewhere, and it couldn’t end if she was just stuck on a train that never stopped.  Or, well, maybe it could, but – the point.  The point was that the scenario had to have some way of ending it.  It couldn’t go on forever, that wasn’t any kind of proper entertainment at all.  That was just throwing an incarnation into an infinite commercial break, wasn’t it?  No dokkaebi would let that kind of scenario pass.
Yeah.  There had to be a way out, right?
[Ahjussi, are you there?] she sent up tentatively.  
Still nothing.  There had been nothing for a while.  But she had to keep trying, didn’t she?
Lee Gilyoung had been trying.
But there weren’t any bugs on this train.  Sometimes, he’d get the faintest impression that there was something there, and then – nothing.  If he could get a bug, any bug, he could – he didn’t know.  Scout.  Get some information.  Call a plague against anyone moving against him.  Something.
That was Plan A.  Plan A wasn’t working out, so he was stuck with plan B, which was this: if he kept running through this fucking train, he’d run out of carriages eventually.  He’d run into something eventually.  Maybe the conductor’s carriage, and then he could press some buttons and force it to stop, or maybe drive it into a building or whatever.
Yoo Joonghyuk pressed his hands into his eyes.
He’d really thought that he had died.  Ended regression three, back to the start at regression 4, back in that same train carriage all over again, and this time with a death he hadn’t even seen coming.
He’d died three times now, but the shock of it, even though it wasn’t real – hard to snap out of without a scenario in his ears telling to kill someone to live.
What had happened?  
There had been a scenario.  
He had been with his companions.  There had been a scenario, and Kim Dokja had vanished.  Then that subscenario had kicked in… what was it?
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[Sub Scenario  – Will to Survive]
Category: Sub (Personal)
Difficulty: ????
Clear Conditions: Help Incarnation, Kim Dokja, realize the will to survive.
Time Limit: ????
Compensation: ????
Failure: ????
Kim Dokja blinks.
He had the strangest feeling that he had forgotten something.  Something important.
…It can’t have been that important if he’s forgotten about it.  He’d already run through his list of things to do, anyway, not that the list was very long.  He supposed the right thing to do was to talk with somebody, but really, he had no one to talk to, so there wasn’t any point.
There was maybe Mother, but… no, she didn’t count.  He didn’t talk to her, he talked at her, and she never cared enough to give a response back.  If she, by some miracle, cared enough to be upset about what he was doing, then – well.  She could get over it.  There was nothing wrong with him enjoying the sunset.  There was nothing wrong with anything he did after that, either.
With that thought firmly in mind, he took one last breath of the air – cool, refreshing – and headed towards the edge of the roof.
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blerghie · 2 years
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you guys ever think about how kimcom spent so much more time without kdj than with him
and yet they still couldn't bear another second without him
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immortal-tale · 1 year
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So there's the saying:
"Small steps at a time."
I suddenly remembered when I saw my baby cousin was crawling slowly, then suddenly had the confidence that he can stand. From the beginning, he was already strong.
All of them were strong right from the beginning. Just like how they were as a baby, they just needed a hand to hold to continue walking.
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Why do I feel like the phrase presented by Kyrgios Rodgraim is also a foreshadowing? It can state as in the future how they were able to spread Han Sooyung's...
No...
THEIR story to find Kim Dokja...
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localapparently · 9 months
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/ Orv novel main story + epilogue spoilers
!! Please do NOT reupload my comics / works anywhere !!
"Did you know, Dokja-ssi?" - A Jung Heewon comic about platonic love
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!! Please do NOT reupload my comics / works anywhere !!
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Thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for the ID (available in ALT text). ID was rephrased here and there according to what the panels are meant to show
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meltedmush · 1 year
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kimdojega · 2 years
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Why is nobody talking bout this?!??
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lifeof-pink · 2 months
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do you think part of the reason why dokja’s face is so unclear/censored throughout most of the story is because his self as the oldest dream (ie 15 year old him) cant imagine himself surviving to adulthood
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neptunespaladin · 2 years
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