22 yrs old (she/her). Hello beautiful human! Check out the pinned post for more details about my blog. Expect replies to comments from my other account.
Warning(s): Descriptions of illness (colds), mentions of over-the-counter medicine. Note that any mentions of medication ARE NOT prescriptions; this is for entertainment purposes only! Always read the bottle label and consult your doctor. Not proofread.
Author's Note: You guessed it. I am sick 🤧 and I feel like I've been a bit down lately. So, I decided to write for our favourite reader and I hope this brings you joy in your life, even for a moment.
There was a warm damp towel by the bedside table with a pack of Tylenol and a water bottle before Dokja left for work in the early hours before dawn.
He made sure to leave a note, torn out of a random notepad you both share for unexpected doctor calls:
'One pill every four hours. Make sure to take the non-drowsy one.'
At the bottom of the sheet, a scribble:
'Try to get some sleep, too.'
Perfect grammar. Very Dokja.
You roll over in the bed; a hoarse cough that you're confident grabs your gut on the way out, retches pass your lips.
The time glares at you: 5:44 PM.
You could have sworn you had at least a few sentences down of whatever the hell you were working on. But your lungs erupted with another cough before your body forced you to close your eyes, just for a little bit.
On cue with the sneeze that stabs your throat, the door to the apartment opens. The bounce of two keys dancing together rings through the hall, followed by the taps of running shoes clicking together, tucked into the shoe rack you intended to clean, before you got sick.
You roll over to be greeted by a dangling tie. Fingers instinctively pinch the fabric, tugging it down.
Dokja doesn't resist.
He sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for the half empty water bottle.
"Did you take your medicine?"
That's the first thing he asks. Not "how do you feel?" Not "Do you feel any better?" And certainly not "I missed you."
But you already know what that question means:
I was worried about you.
"Yeah," you answer hoarsely.
You drink the water handed to you, ignoring the sear in your throat before throwing it back onto the bedside table.
Resting your head on the pillow, you shut your eyes, hoping this stupid cold will go away.
That's when you feel a hand card through your hair. Fingertips are cold, almost frozen. Dry skin scratches your scalp. The faint smell of an office breezes past the one breathable nostril. You don't open your eyes. You don't need to.
"You'll get sick," you mutter.
Dokja's hand doesn't falter. He moves it to stroke your hair again.
"I don't get sick."
Liar. He will. Next week, you'll be in the kitchen, chopping up extra carrots for his soup to help with his sore throat.
But you know what it means. That's why you keep your mouth shut and cling onto his tie.
OOOO OKIEE I GOT SO WORRIED AFTER I MADE THAT REQ OF DOKJA 😞😞😞 HMMMM DOKJA GIVING US KISSES IDGEJSBSJENS (on the lips) im so feral for him im not joking
The illustration that I did for the DGM Iconic Moments Fan Project! You can find the full zine for free through the link!
I got assigned the iconic moment of Eliade and Krory's fight, which is a moment in the story that I didn't think much about back when I was a kid, but really got to me when I revisited it as an adult :')
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
Author's Note: Surprise, surprise, I need to think about Dokja to sleep because I'm delusional 🙃 but that's why most of these random one shots are in the comfort of pre-apocalypse Dokja's bed. P.S. one of the hard things about writing him accurately is that this man will never show affection even though I wanted to sneak in a forehead kiss SO BAD. Enjoy!
Warning(s): Not proofread! There may be some grammar mistakes which I apologize for in advance.
Yoo Joonghyuk lunged forward with his sword slashing into the open flesh of the disaster.
A battle cry roared across the abandoned city, enough to shatter earth's core.
The demon towers over Yoo Joonghyuk. A thick coat of purple simmering between the scales where Joonghyuk cut.
It opens its mouth as...
A sigh creeps beside Dokja. A slight irk twitches through his eyebrow and his eyes shift from the blue light on his handheld device to the desk in the corner of the bedroom.
Another light, much larger than his, squints at him before dissipating into the night as his partner slaps her laptop shut.
His eyes move in search of the sentence "it opens its mouth..." but he struggles to land on a certain word when he lifts his arm.
She notices his quiet gesture. Dokja is a man of few words. Quiet was the best term to describe their relationship. Quiet is the best kind of relationship. Others would argue differently.
She shuffles to the bed and slips under his arm, crawling into his lap and pressing her cheek over his heart.
His heart always ran a steady beat when he read TWSA. It was faster than when he was sleeping, but slower than when he tried to cook dinner.
His arm gently falls over her side, hand still occupying the phone. He props his chin on the top of her head and it's the perfect angle to read: not too far away, but not too close to the phone.
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
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