Any head cannons for being Idia's best virtual friend and then being sent to TWST? Digital media is multiversal I suppose.
IDIA SHROUD X GN!READER
|written platonically in mind|
• The reveal. When Yuu arrives in Twisted Wonderland, they're understandably freaking out. Then they hear someone in the distance yelling.
"...WAIT."
"...No freaking way."
"...PlayerTwo??"
You freeze.
"...Gloomurai?"
Silence.
"...IDIA?!"
Everyone else just watches as the gloomy shut-in who refuses to speak to strangers sprints across the hallway.
"...BRO."
"...BRO?!"
"...BRO!!"
And suddenly, the most antisocial person in NRC is hugging someone. Nobody knows what is happening.
• Nobody believes you're just online friends.
Ace: "You've never met."
"Correct."
"You've never seen each other's faces."
"Correct."
"But you're best friends?"
"Yeah."
"..."
"..."
"That sounds fake."
— Meanwhile, Idia knows your sleep schedule, your favorite games, every voice crack you've ever had, your food preferences, which bosses make you rage quit, and every embarrassing phase you've ever gone through. He's basically known you longer than anyone outside of his family.
• Your DMs are horrifying. Ortho somehow recovers years of chat logs. The first conversation. Hundreds of thousands of messages. Entire arguments over game balancing. Three-day-long conversations that never technically ended.
— A random message from four years ago reads:
> "brb bathroom"
Immediately followed by:
> "sorry that took 8 hours"
The conversation simply continued like nothing had happened.
• Voice calls. You'd spend six-hour Discord calls doing absolutely nothing. No conversation. Just existing together.
— Every so often...
"You alive?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
Then it was back to silence. That was quality friendship.
• Gaming legends. The two of you became infamous online. People recognized your usernames together.
"Oh no."
"It's those two."
"We're cooked."
— You developed combo strategies without speaking. Idia knew exactly where you'd move, and you knew exactly what ridiculous strategy he'd attempt. It was basically telepathy.
• Meeting in person is... weird. You've heard each other's voices thousands of times, yet actually standing face-to-face feels surreal.
"...You're taller than I imagined."
"...You're shorter."
"..."
"..."
"This is cringe."
"Extremely."
— Neither of you knows whether to high-five or hug until Ortho physically shoves Idia toward you.
• He's so much louder with you. Everyone assumes Idia is always quiet.
— The second you're together...
"NO, THAT'S A TERRIBLE BUILD!"
"IT WORKED!"
"BY ACCIDENT!"
"STILL COUNTS!"
Ignihyde regularly hears the two of you yelling at each other over game mechanics at three in the morning.
• Ortho absolutely adores you. He's heard about you for literal years.
"Oh! You're finally here!"
"You're exactly as Brother described!"
Idia immediately panics.
"ORTHO."
"DON'T."
Ortho innocently continues.
"Brother has mentioned you approximately 18,734 times!"
— Idia mentally blue screens.
• You know things nobody else does. You know what genuinely makes him laugh. Which topics he'll actually ramble about. How to tell when he's socially exhausted before he says anything.
— You even know his typing habits. His "..." means something completely different from "...?" and you can tell when he's lying because his punctuation changes. Nobody else notices.
• His social battery doubles around you. He still hates crowds. Still avoids people. Still wants to disappear.
— But with you? It's effortless. You're one of the only people who doesn't drain him. He can spend an entire day with you and somehow end up with more energy than when the day started.
> Gloomurai: "grim is eating fish shaped crayons again"
You look up.
Grim is, in fact, eating fish shaped crayons.
You type back.
> You: "dude stop him"
A second later...
> Gloomurai: "no u do it"
Neither of you says a single word aloud.
• The others slowly realize why you're so close. It isn't some instant soulmate connection.
— It's history. You celebrated birthdays together online. Stayed awake through each other's worst nights. Finished games together. Watched movies while syncing countdowns. Helped each other through bad days. Sent memes at two in the morning. Spent years slowly becoming each other's favorite person without ever expecting to meet.
When the impossible finally happened, it didn't feel like meeting a stranger. It felt like finally putting a face to a friendship that already existed.
• The heartbreaking realization. One evening, after the excitement has settled, Idia quietly asks:
"...So... does this mean... you're actually from another universe?"
You nod.
"Looks like it."
He stares at the floor.
"...That's actually insane."
"...Yeah."
"...Out of every possible reality..."
He lets out a tiny laugh.
"...I somehow made friends with someone who didn't even live in my universe."
You smile.
"And somehow we still ended up on the same team."
His lips twitch into the smallest smile.
"...Guess digital media really is multiversal."
A/N : im so sorry for the late reppplllyyy, i was actually contemplating this ask because I'm abit scared on how to write Idia because i always overthink if im mischaracterizing him and i cant seem to get his dialogue and speech habits right!! Anyways, thank you for the ask and i hope you enjoy it all!!!
Hihi I wanna request a kdj x reader where the reader is very OBSESSED with him, and while she’s happy and chipper with the people around her but kdj can sense how strange she is only with him (he doesn’t mind it tho lololol)
no bounds
kim dokja x obsessed!reader
a.n: i love yandere undertones hehe. kdj's pov because I think an obsessed reader works best when we don't get an internal monologue
w.c: 1.3k
warnings: none
"You're insane for that, actually."
Kim Dokja raised his head at the loud voice. You were leaning over Han Sooyoung, eyebrow raised and hands on your hips, peering down at something in the plagiarist's lap. He couldn't see it clearly from this distance.
As if sensing his attention, you glanced over at him and grinned. Kim Dokja returned it with a questioning look.
"Sooyoung-ssi is trying to mix beast blood into healing tonics."
Kim Dokja frowned. "That will not increase the effects."
"You've tried it, have you?" said Han Sooyoung snidely. "Tried all the potion combinations out there? Ha, I didn't think so."
You laughed. It was a sound that often filled the air when your companions were around. Kim Dokja had grown rather fond of it, and even Yoo Joonghyuk nodded along, content, when you brightened their ears with your laughter.
"Will you drink it?"
Your tone was innocent, but your eyes danced with mischief. Han Sooyoung huffed. "I'm not stupid."
"No?"
Han Sooyoung went off, spewing mild rage and curses at you for having taken a shot at her pride. Kim Dokja observed. He was impressed by your constant ability to bait the plagiarist.
"Just don't test it on animals," is all you said once there was a break in her ranting.
"How else am I supposed to see if it works—?!"
Kim Dokja decided to walk away before he was dragged into her nonsense. He nodded his head to you. You watched him go with an unidentifiable expression.
Some time later, Kim Dokja spoke with Jung Heewon. He had already spoken with the others, and the youngest, Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung, had accompanied Yoo Sangah and Lee Jihye respectively. Han Sooyoung had vanished. He left her to her own devices.
"There are hidden pieces not far from here," said Kim Dokja. "The rewards are probably low-level skills, beast cores, or rare potion ingredients. You can reach two within the day. Perhaps three if you go with someone."
"Hyunsung and I can do that. I don't think it will be difficult—"
Kim Dokja blinked, and you appeared next to him.
Your beaming grin was aimed at Heewon. "Heewon-ssi," you said, tone bright. "I think that's a great idea! You two—" Kim Dokja noted the flustered expression Jung Heewon wore "—gallivant off into the sunset. In search of hidden pieces, of course." You finished it off with a wink.
"That's not—ahem." Jung Heewon coughed. "I will go find Lee Hyunsung-ssi."
Kim Dokja noted the over-formality as Jung Heewon walked away sheepishly.
"Bye!" You waggled your fingers and slipped the other hand around Kim Dokja's arm.
He was going to speak, when several constellation messages came in.
[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' complains about the rude dismissal of her incarnation.]
[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching the scene with a smirk.]
[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is picking at his teeth with his thumbnail.]
"Dokja."
[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is looking at the constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' with a frown.]
[The constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' is shrugging.]
What did Uriel want with your sponsor? Were you receiving these messages as well?
"Dokja-ya."
[The constellation 'Goddess of Love and Beauty' tells the constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' that love knows no bounds.]
Love—?
"Kim Dokja!"
You nearly shouted in his ear as you hugged him from behind. Oh, you had been trying to get his attention.
"Did you need something?" he asked. Everyone else had separated to complete their tasks or personal quests. They would reconvene for dinner once the sun set.
"Kim Dokja."
Your arms tightened. Kim Dokja couldn't help but lean back into your embrace as your scent enveloped him in a cloud; despite the circumstances, you always smelled like warm rice and crisp paper. It comforted him.
He jumped out of his skin when your nose touched his neck. "Ah—?"
"Kim Dokja," you repeated. Your nose dragged up towards his ear. Kim Dokja didn't dare move, his breathing stalled. "You talk a lot with other people."
Kim Dokja was very glad that the others had gone off on their own. It would painfully awkward to explain...whatever this was. Your bodies pressed together. The feel of your hot breath on his neck, the color of his cheeks, your hands tucked under his coat.
"I guess so," he said, uncertain.
"Do you get lonely?"
Lonely?
Well... Kim Dokja thought about it. He was no stranger to loneliness. It had been an old companion since his early years in life. But now he had real companions, people to look out for. "Everyone feels lonely at some point," he said in the end.
"So you seek out company from others," you pressed, not seeming to hear him. "All kinds of people."
"Sure—" Kim Dokja winced as your fingers dug into his ribcage.
You sensed it and softened your hold just as quickly. "Sorry."
It happened often in your presence. A subtle shift from the sweet, cheerful person that you were into something murky, like your happy self was teetering on a tightrope only he could notice, and every time he looked up at it you wobbled.
You slipped around his torso to face him, much too close still. Kim Dokja's pulse thumped hard against his chest.
"I'll talk with you."
"What?" Kim Dokja was distracted by the sun glinting off of the shine on your bottom lip.
You smiled. Delighted. "I'll. Talk. With you." A giggle. "You don't need anyone else."
"I don't understand."
Instead of responding, you nuzzled under his chin. Kim Dokja was privately hoping that no one would return anytime soon. While he found your behaviour strange, there was no denying how good it felt to be held by you. Kim Dokja was a liar in many ways, but this was something he could freely admit within the confines of his mind.
"Sometimes I wonder how it could have been if we had met when the world was normal," you said dreamily.
Kim Dokja recalled his time at Minosoft. The small, sad apartment he lived in. Old kimbap wrappers balled up in his briefcase. Walking to work, invisible in the crowded streets of Seoul.
"You would not have noticed me."
You gasped, as if stabbed. "Don't be ridiculous. As if I could see someone like you and not notice."
It was flattering, but Kim Dokja did not want you to feel like you had to soothe his feelings. "No. It's true."
"You're a star, Dokja-ya. A wonderful, shining star."
Stars dotted his vision as your words washed over him and filled his head. It was too easy to get wrapped up in your joyful affections; Kim Dokja often forgot that you were bubbly to everyone. He wanted to believe that you fawned exclusively over him, but Kim Dokja had never been someone people fawned over.
But he indulged. Damn.
"Maybe if you were less of a star, other people wouldn't steal away your attention all the time," you muttered.
Kim Dokja was at a loss for words.
You heaved a grand sigh and tugged him to your group's makeshift campsite. "Come on. Go read on your phone, I'll watch."
He paused. "What?"
"...I'll watch out." You nodded rapidly. "I'll keep a watch out for, um, monsters. Or rogue incarnations. Yeah!"
"Okay."
You both settled against a wall. Kim Dokja scrolled on his phone, searching for a storyline he suspected might point him in the right direction for the next scenario. You curled into his side. He glanced at you, staring out at the street, and gave you a faint smile before diving into Ways of Survival.
The moment his focus returned to his phone, he felt eyes pinned to the side of his face.
Kim Dokja did not sense your gaze waver the entire time he read. And he would be a liar if he said it bothered him.
I was delirious from lack of sleep writing this so if it doesn't make sense, don't pay any mind lol
Just imagining making him ride a replica of your cock, but it just isn’t the same!
And of course you have to whip him for not using his toy “correctly”
-boykisser
Beautiful idea, him huffing and puffing, bouncing up and down on the faux cock. His thighs quivering while his chest bounces with the force of his own thrusts. You are happily lounging above him, a short whip in had for you to lazily cover his back in deep red marks. By now he can hardly remember what he's doing wrong or if this is a punishment or reward. All he can think of is how much colder the toy is than your cock and how desperately he wants your touch. He's so wet and stretched out, but without your touch he knows he cannot cum, in part because he's not allowed to touch his puffy, aching clit. Kicking his clit when he finally stops, endurance finally broken after hours of fucking himself in front of you, watching him scream and spasm like a man possessed. Even then, it is not over, now you can easily flip him into whatever position you wanted without him having any hope of resisting(though he'd never dare to) while you pump his pussy full of your cum, pinching his now-sore clit to keep him awake and crying for you.
Hi! (And happy holidays!) I just wanted to inquire a bit about your drawing process. Particularly how manage to get so much work done? I read on one of your posts and how you mentioned working full time and then I reread "You're so Cool" (which is still amazing btw) again and I thought "Fuck, where did he find the time and energy for this? I can barely muster up energy for warm ups after an 8 hour shift+ commute. It's inspiring really . Any tips you'd be willing to share if any? (Any advice will help really, Ive been struggling through the self teaching process for a good year now)
Hello! And thank you! I hope you're having a good end of the year too.
I get a lot of work done - and still not as much as I'd like - because I've spent a while thinking about how to best do that, and arranging my life to enable it. Art is my main priority, but the idea of it just happening is bullshit. Maybe it does if you've got rich parents or are far enough into a career and earning residuals so you can set your own schedule and fill your days how you want and creativity is a relaxing organic experience (doubt it, willing to investigate if anyone wants a trophy husband), but most of us can't do that. I have a horrible job and need a structure, and it might help you too.
I did a lot of the inking on You're So Cool while I was at the end of recovering from surgery, but that was unusual. It was great, I felt pretty good and I was doing 3 to 4 pages per day. It slowed down a lot when I went back to work.
I currently work eight hour days (technical writer), plus about two hours unnecessary commute (it used to be a WFH job lol) so it eats 50 hours per week. It comes easily to me and I needed health insurance for surgery, I don't like or care about it. There are jobs where the level of emotional disengagement I have reached is not possible, I prefer it so I can put the energy into art. I work 7am to 3pm - I leave around 6am (ten minutes after rolling out of bed), but I'm home and in the shower by 4pm. This gives me a lot more evening, as I usually go to bed around midnight.
Before this, I had a wretched decade that ended in depression. I did almost nothing for years, partly due to shitty circumstances, and coming out of it cemented the idea that I needed to be very proactive. I want an art career again - and this might not work out for me, who knows, the point is I'm trying. Someone who wants to carve out more time to spend on a hobby may be less intense.
There's a lot of advice around about balance, being kind to yourself, seasons/breaks, etc. I don't think they're wrong, but they apply to the "forgiving yourself for not doing" bit. My goal is to do things, I care a lot about what I'm doing and I'm happiest when actually doing it. How do I improve that? Not by taking a break, I was taking a break and it made me fucking miserable. Forgiving myself for not doing art wasn't solving my problem of I am not doing art and I want to.
The following system works for me. You could try it out - it's easy to start, you don't need anything for it, you could be on your way in half an hour. And before you go any further: do not turn maintaining the system into a task in itself. Making a list is a step towards doing, but do not turn the list into the doing. Do not spend weeks looking for the perfect app/planner or setting up elaborate colour coding and making it pretty. Stay basic. The art is the point.
I have a text file for the year with a list of goals. Some are creative, some are personal, some are practical. I add and remove throughout the year, and every month I look through that list and use it to make a list of things for the month (in the same text file). There are things on the month list that didn't make the master list, like painting glow in the dark eyes all over a jacket or filing my taxes.
Each week I write a list out in a physical planner - what can I do this week towards the month goals (plus other life stuff)? Every night before I go to bed I look at this list and write out a to-do list for the next day on scrap paper - what steps can I do towards the week goals? What else do I need to do tomorrow?
For example, the breakdown for You're So Cool looked like:
Year level task: draw You're So Cool
Month level tasks: thumbnails, pencils, inks, colour, scan and process, send for print (not all in one month)
Week level tasks: pencil 10 pages, choose a printer, test ink/inkwash to decide paper/look
Day level tasks: pencil page 4 and 5, get quotes from the two printer websites, check paper/tape and make list of supplies needed
The day list has the most unrelated items, like cleaning the shower or going to the post office. Knowing what I'm doing helps me plan. I can adjust if something comes up (maybe I decide to go out with friends).
The point of these lists isn't to torture myself, it's to get things done. I move things around, I delete and add. I just finished rolling over the stuff I didn't get to this year into the 2026 text file and a few things got shelved or removed. I didn't hit all of my 2025 goals, but I did some stuff I didn't plan on too. The year list can be ambitious, keeping potential projects/goals visible, but the month/week/day lists should be increasingly realistic.
After a few years, I've got a good idea of what I can do. I know my speed and capacity - do you know yours? Aim low at first, go for some easy wins. Do not best-case-scenario this because most days are not best case scenarios. If I have time and energy to do an extra page, that feels ten times better than biting off more than I can chew and choking.
I tape all my comic pages up next to my desk. I want to keep what I'm doing in my mind as much as possible - it often stops me from wasting time, because there's a whole wall of stuff right there I'd actually rather do! I have a text file full of random art ideas that I look at when I'm at a loose end or sulking too.
This morning I pulled some penciled paintings that have been stacked on my shelf for ages taped them to my wall. I want to do them, I'm a bit annoyed I didn't make time for them this year - now they're right there. I'm thinking about them.
I guess my whole approach is recognising things that aren't contributing to being the person and artist I want to be and changing them. Derailing a bad habit/mindset/spiral/distraction works best when you've got something else to switch to, preferably quickly and easily.
It's incremental too; the massive sudden overhaul won't usually stick long term because it ignores your whole life outside that one thing. You are here because of your whole life, and cramming art into it as-is isn't working well. You can change your life to make room - but not overnight. There isn't a shortcut, unfortunately. If there was, I would never shut up about it. I can tell you that the long way feels less arduous and you appreciate and enjoy the journey more and more as you claw back your time and energy.
If you don't have the energy for warm ups right now, don't do warm ups. Do what you actually feel excited about and the energy will start to come. What gives you that little spark of enjoyment? And be honest with yourself - what do you actually want to do, right now? Not what you want to want to do or think you should be doing. I wish I wanted to thumbnail a pretty heavy NewOldRare script right now, but I don't. The past few months have been hard and I'm feeling kinda low, so I'll probably make some teeth or paint sketchcards. I've got multiple projects and lots of little things, I can switch for a break when I get stuck or out of sorts. This has helped me get faster at recovering, because inactivity makes a feedback loop for me.
I got back into drawing/writing after a long break because what I had energy to come home from an awful job and work on was Reservoir Dogs fanart/fanfic. Not the comics ideas I'd been neglecting for years. I sat on my childhood bed in a city I hated, drank gin, listened to music, and drew an absolute fuckload of fanart. I wrote a lot of fanfic too, some of it on my phone at work. What I couldn't post on tumblr, I texted to friends who were interested in horny sketches of Quentin Tarantino characters. None of this was "useful" in a direct way like making portfolio pieces or putting together a book pitch, but it was more than I'd done for seven miserable years.
After about six months of that, I started to shift to original work. I didn't have an epiphany or a huge emotional turning point, I just got back into the habit of making something until it was coming naturally, the way it used to. Start with low pressure stuff. Finish some pieces - and don't start big things you aren't sure you can finish. Find other people who are doing creative things because it winds up being contagious.
Self-teaching is different for everyone. After resources and practice, my final step is always a project I care about. Seeing how you want to use this new skill in your own work is the whole point. Don't bore yourself!
A side effect of all this is that I now feel pretty good about myself, and being honest about what I can do has bled over into other areas of my life. I'm doing more, it's getting easier. I can read my own emotions better and know when to push through a bad mood and when to step away. Seeing other artists succeeding doesn't make me feel as much like I'm failing any more - and I have failed, a lot.
I'm not anything special, just a stubborn middle-aged man who won't quit. You can do it! It's worth the effort!
Oh my god I had to listen to French news for a course and “le wokeism” is absolutely fucking wild to hear as a native English speaker 😭
Do they make you listen to Far Right news for your course? (Unless you picked it randomly yourself then ignore my comment lol)
But yeaaah it drives me craaazy. Like France in general has an issue with using english terms when we already have perfectly good french words for it, just bc english is CoolerTM or to sound ✨️International✨️.
But le wokisme is worse bc its a Far Right SpecialTM and hearing ppl using it srlsy is like watching their brain leaks out of their ears. French Far Right took it from American Far Right when it means something specific there. Like what's next, are they gonna complain abt DEI? And ofc there's the fact that "woke" is AAVE and french far right politicians completely ignore that origin and its original meaning, either out of plain ignorance or bc they don't care. Probably both.
