[ your ■■ is 'eternity'. ]

𝙸, 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙽𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈, 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑩𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑺.

[dokseoga]

#DOKSEOGA. ───    the gaps in the black print. my own little snow garden lay in between the letters. this space , which was too small for someone to go into , was a perfect place for a child who liked to hide. every time a pleasant sound was heard , the letters stacked up like snow. in it , i became a hero. i had adventures , loved and dreamt. thus , i read , read and read again. i remembered the first time i was about to finish a book ; it was like being deprived of the world. / a selective writing blog for KIM DOKJA of singNsong's webnovel omniscient reader's viewpoint / 전지적 독자 시점.  sporadic activity, and will not be spoiler free! minors and personals dni. this blog operates on mutual interest , i will softblock if this is not reciprocated.

 ⁰¹ carrd.   ⁰² prompts. ⁰³ meta. ⁰⁴ read orv :) ⁰⁵ sideblog.

this tragedy, a dream still being dreamt : a solitary star, love is both a balm and the blade, the selfish act of endless sacrifice, the self - made martyr. ── and beyond this field of ever - winter , words fall endlessly like snow , promising this; you will see the epilogue of this journey. in this narrative i had begun, dreaming of this long and arduous story ; all my actions are the truth of me and all for you.

[dokseoga]

i love when sleepyc illustrates dokja like this because yes, he is a freak

[dokseoga]

thinking again about kdj's work in progress actor au.... actor!kim dokja who has self destructive tendencies using this job in the entertainment industry to steer himself away from those habits + enjoying the distraction- even with the lingering discomfort in the back of his mind - that it provides despite having been exploited since he was young

[salvationals]

3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . / for shin yoosung!! :)c

she starts at the motion, instantly alert. in quick succession her gaze flicks from where she had been staring listlessly at the ground to the blanket now around her shoulders—and then, drawn as always like one is to a star in the dark sky, finally upward to find him. a hand catches the edge of the blanket as it begins to slip despite the way her head shakes insistently. “it’s okay. i’m not cold.”

a breeze blows past and she shivers, fist clenching in the cloth as she draws her knees up to her chest. but she doesn’t retract her words. “i just can’t sleep,” she continues, but who can blame her, really? sleep is more of a miracle these days; the stillness itself feels like a luxury. shin yoosung is used to it by now, acclimated to the end of the world like no child should ever have to be. if she’s lucky, she’ll at least manage to get a little rest before morning comes and they’re forced to move on. “...what about you, ahjussi?” she asks after a long beat of silence. “why are you awake?”

and if there’s the slightest accusation in her voice, well. it cannot be helped. the man who saved her has never seemed very good at saving himself.

shin yoosung & kim dokja, 100 non-verbal prompts.

[dokseoga]

“ you're shivering , yoosung. ” i reprimand in a tone that comes out pointed. it's during times like these where i recalled the words jung heewon spoke to me.

wordlessly looking at shin yoosung , who looked to me with an expectant expression. she , alongside lee gilyoung trusted me , and me .... i had promised to see the end with my companions , with these kids who made it this far with me. i had to take care of them , take responsibility if we should continue to march on into this arduous story.

the scenarios weighed down on everyone , yet i trusted my companions to be able to pull through even the most daunting environments and situations. normalcy exists in the little pockets of time between the death games and the late hours of the night , when the constellations don't stir in restless anticipation. a moment of reprieve is a solace that was coveted. i sit beside her in the silence , looking overhead to the dim , quiet skies. ignoring the chill that prickles at the nape of my neck.

“ hmm ... i also can't seem to catch a glimpse of sleep. ” an attempt at consolation , meeting shin yoosung's gaze with an assuring smile. in truth , i had been planning for the upcoming scenario , speaking with members of the company into the late hours until they too , retired for the night. i wanted to look over details myself , sleep betraying me ─── might as well use the time to make preparations. “ nothing that you should be worrying about. ”

i reached over and lightly patted shin yoosung's head. “ good work today , ” quickly shifting the conversation away. “ but try to get some sleep , i'll stay for a while. ”

[reienne]

" don't. "

and what was once a delicate pull becomes a deliberate strangle. before dokja can even touch the knitted fabric, aylen tightens it around his neck like a vice. her expression is quite stern, but the flush of her wind-nipped cheeks softens the blow of it.

still, she is unyielding; her tongue as sharp as ever.

" in case you've gone blind, i'll remind you. i have long hair. you don't. " an agitated huff comes out as she speaks, ivory with the cold and lightly pressed by yet another insistence of his own neglect. aylen fluffs up her dark waves to emphasize her point, fingers brushing through sleekly. " and my ears aren't red like yours are, so just use it. "

[dokseoga]

the force in which they securely wrap the scarf around my neck ─── prompts a helpless smile to tug on my lips in response , bordering on suffocating beneath the fabric. i loathed to admit , but it really did provide me with some relief from the chill. the weather had been unpredictable , i'd forgotten my own at my apartment.

i looked to them with disbelief at the comment , and the action that followed. absentmindedly , i lifted one hand from my coat pocket to reach up and feel around and pinch at the skin of my ear. almost numbed from the chill.

nonetheless , i was grateful. nodding in appreciation at the gesture. “ well , don't ask me for it back now ! ” i respond playfully , brushing against their shoulder. “ hey , let's see if there's a pocha around the corner. we can grab some mandu. ”

[dokseoga]

some thoughts i wanted to get out of my brain.. orv + vague orvss spoilers!

i've been thinking about this for awhile because i wanted to really look at my interpretation of kim dokja from an objective standpoint.

if you know the ending of orv main story then ... orvss is actually such a brilliant sequel because the main story, while in kim dokja's perspective, is told from other peoples' experiences around a person they can only recall through memory. most notably han sooyoung trying to understand kim dokja in such a deep and intimate level, crawling inside of his brain and speaking his words. and yoo joonghyuk, who read his story over and over in his efforts to also truly understand kim dokja during the years he was searching for him. in a sense, we don't know who kim dokja truly is, and we just know him through the memories of his companions and the people who loved him.

thus, orvss is a sequel to his story that asks this one overarching question to the universe: "who is kim dokja?" we are introduced to him as a concept, and fragments of him with their own unique personalities and experiences; he can be cruel, he can be condescending, lazy, mournful, caring and kind.

so... who is kim dokja? who is the real kim dokja? despite their polarizing personalities, one thing that persists throughout the kim dokjas we meet in orvss is his love for reading, gorging himself into a story. if there's one thing his companions know about him; it's that he can read for a very long time.

[dokseoga]

i suddenly want to overhaul my aesthetics to give dokja more of his snowfield motifs but i cannot let go of the red

[nonpoppie]

nothing sweet as the flavor of your lips

[dokseoga]

tentative actor au???

** dokja's backstory as a victim and witness of domestic abuse will remain unchanged across different verses!

his rise to stardom was a circumstance born out of necessity and scandal. pushed into the public eye at a young age because of his mother's book, kim dokja has earned his successes as an up and coming actor when he got scouted by an entertainment agency on his way to his part-time job. thus, eventually becoming amongst one of south korea's biggest names in their cinematic scene. although he dons a mask for the theatres — expressions that entice the audience for more , who seem to believe they have gotten to know his facets, kim dokja remains a private person amidst his performance for his adoring fans.

[dokseoga]

*because i love reading the most in this world , after all. a writing blog for KIM DOKJA of singnsong's webnovel ; omniscient reader's viewpoint. an exploration of the loneliest existence , this long and arduous story , and how reading can become one's lifeline. oc , and crossover friendly. please give this a ♡ or ↻ if you'd be interested in interacting. i look forward to writing with you !! ──── as narrated by key.

[dokseoga]

happy pride month

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x.

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character associations , kim dokja. repost & fill in the prompts with what you most associate with your muse!

animal:   weasel and fox! singnsong have mentioned that they associate him with weasels , but for a long time amongst the fandom , he's been likened to foxes. (i'm too fond of foxja to let him go)

colour: dokja doesn't really have a lot of colours in his design in the first place , beng a character that's most represented by white. however , i see him with these combinations for specific reasons: red - like the colour of spilt blood , a frosty/iceberg blue - the fog during an unrelenting blizzard storm , or a midnight black , for the vastness of space.

month: january - february. the beginning , origin. and the months where the winter season is at its peak.

song: fairy of shampoo // dosii ver , chroma drift // plave ... he suits the citypop genre :)

number: 9158 lol ( the other ones are spoilers ) // in all seriousness , 1. in the major arcana of tarot , the magician is numbered one , and represents creation , the willpower to create what he chooses. dokja is characterized by his imagination and immersion into the story , and... well , we know the whole ordeal towards the end. not to mention that the magician is one that acts with strategy and and discipline. although dokja creates reckless plans , he is a strategist at heart.

day or night: the late hours of the darkest night , 3am.

plant:   asphodelus - in greek mythology , this flower is associated with the underworld and known for its gray colour , the asphodel meadows is a section in the underworld where ordinary souls live on after death. kim dokja is often associated with the underworld , and his countless deaths. / white chrysanthemums - in asian cultures especiay china , korea , and japan ; white chrysanthemums are offered at funerary processions. camellia - a romantic flower representing devotion , often used in weddings. this flower can also represent resilience.

smell:  the scent of books, woodsy and clean with sweet notes of vanilla. dokja is described to have a cold , ' clean ' scent , i'd like to think it's quite subtle , but sweet.

season: winter. ok i know i keep saying winter but considering his association with snow/the snowfield , the month of his birthday — he's very ... winter in the way you keep warm from the cold , but also a duality with winter in the sense that it's frigid and merciless.

food:   in terms of his favourite ; omurice. thematically / narratively ; apples & pomegranates. apple: fruit of knowledge , it's classical symbolism of temptation... pomegranate: his association with the underworld , the cyclical nature of life , death .

astrological sign:  aquarius lmao 😭😭

element: air. not so much as freedom , but air in the way it comes and goes. an old friend , or a frigid companion.

drink:  white tea.

tagged. @incertion , thank you !! :3c tagging. @pexfections , @reienne , @fortuniis ( nine and whoever you want !! ) , @visvivae ( x 🤔 ) , @gloomyrains ( for cheng xiaoshi :3 ) , @salvationals ( for shin yoosung !! ) , and you , the reader.

[dokseoga]

headcanon generator !! pick as many or as few as you want , tick those that apply , cross those that don't. feel free to add details.

kim dokja set a public school on fire and got away with it. ✓ // this is the most tame of his crimes bro

kim dokja will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being.✓ // gestures to 73rd demon king arc

kim dokja knows the lyrics to Never Gonna Give You Up by heart. ╳ // this is one of the few songs he doesn't have memorized i fear

kim dokja forgets to eat sometimes. ✓ // pre - scenarios he was quite malnourished lmao , so.. well yes ! it's only until the scenarios started where he actually was able to splurge on food.

kim dokja likes to sing at 4 in the morning. Their neighbors hate them. ╳ // he's such a good neighbour. doesn't make noise. at all LMAO .. unless he hates you. then he'll inconvenience you in creative ways.

kim dokja has an intense fear of heights. ╳ // he has other fears , heights just aren't one of them.

kim dokja has chronic nightmares. ~ // 🤔🤔🤔 hm

kim dokja is very good at walking in platform heels. ✓ // this guy ran around in an apocalypse wearing DRESS SHOES i'm sure he can walk in platform heels

kim dokja killed princess diana. ? // kim dokja has committed genocide. 🙂

kim dokja believes in ghosts and insists on trying to summon one at every sleepover. ╳ // he doesn't really believe that they exist or do harm , but also kim dokja IS the ghost lbfr

tagged. @pexfections thank you!! :)c tagging. idk who's already done this but steal it ~

[dokseoga]

i don't have a lot of drafts for dokja atm, so, i'm gonna raid some inboxes instead :) comment w your prompts tags!!!

[fortuniis]

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU. IT'S ROTTEN WORK. NOT TO ME. NOT IF IT'S YOU.

fortuniis  &  visvivae  —  indie multi-fandom, multi-muse blogs featuring utowin  &  easthies from witch hat atelier,  &  a variety of muses from to be hero x, wuthering waves,  &  other media. please read respective rules before interacting. minors dni.

[skybrokensword]

It is humiliating to let himself fall into the other man's palms, but he had little other choice. For all Kim Dokja acted a hero in life or death situations, when it came to the more mundane grievances of life, this man was truly useless, wasn't he?

It would almost be endearing if Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't suffering the consequences of it.

At least he didn't have to fall a second time.

Laying prone on Kim Dokja's free hand as if he were little more than a doll, he lifts up part of his shirt to make it easier for the other to slot his arm back into place. He did his best to not think about how humiliating it was to be in this position. The magical nature of his prosthetics limited the amount of fumbling necessary, but Yoo Joonghyuk's small size did not help matters. Back when he was alive, it wasn't this humiliating to be cared for by Lee Hyunsung and Uriel, was it?

He sighs in relief as he feels the magic click into place, fingers flexing automatically as the arm begins to re-calibrate to his body.

Sitting up and taking the proffered leg, Yoo Joonghyuk immediately sets to work feeding it through his pant leg, scrunching and stretching the fabric until he feels the prosthetic press against the stump of his thigh. It takes an unseemly amount of twisting and wriggling around—even necessitating lying against Kim Dokja's hand again—before the magic finally activates and his leg attaches once more.

He had mostly ignored Kim Dokja as the other man studied their surroundings, but hearing him suggest rest was much appreciated. His head still throbbed from where he hit it and the stumps of his limbs ached even with the prosthetics in place.

❝There's a large hollow in that tree just ahead. ❞ The weather of the forest was mercurial at best. A breeze could quickly turn into a monsoon. ❝ Just don't trip again. ❞

[dokseoga]

the weight in my the palm of my hand is a constant pressure , shifting as [ 999 ] busies himself with attaching his limbs. i looked away for a moment , maneuvering through the forest in front of me with one hand while the other held the kkoma [ 999 ] firmly. it would be an embarassment to fall twice in just a span of a few minutes , one knee still pounded dully from the impact.

“ i'll make sure of it , ” i reply sourly , once again starting the short trek upon uneven terrain , stepping over tangling vines and pushing stray foliage as we make our way to the hollow in question.

it was a silent , short walk to our destination. the noise filling the silence between us was the sound of crunching leaves and the sway of branches along the wind , the only sense of comfort i could provide was through wordlessly curling my fingers inward , not too much to crush the kkoma yoo joonghyuk , but enough that it would prevent him from falling out once again.

the destination was an unmistakable large hollow as he described , the roots of the towering tree spread out along the forest floor like a vast web digging into the soil , its hollow big enough for one person to take shelter in.

as we settled into the safety of the cramped space , sinking down to sit on one of the protruding roots , i look up at the sky as the wind starts to pick up , the stars of the < star stream > glinting beyond the canopy of the forest , galaxies hovering quietly in between the onlookers. i glance away from the sky , looking down to [ 999 ] , perched in my hand , now given the courtesy of solid ground.

“ we'll move on , in a bit. ” the radiance of the sky's celestial bodies burned bright as i spoke.

“ wouldn't want to get caught in a storm. ”