MULTIFANDOM, 26, They/Them, 🔞, Fanart Enjoyer, Current Obsession/s: ORV (Omniscient Reader), Dokhyuk/Joongdok and SVSSS, Liushen/Bingliushen Brainrot. Just doing my best!! :3 I go by Xen online!
The sound of ricocheting blades was all that could be heard as they cut through the open air with the force of a torrential gale, flashes of probability in their wake with every swing and crying out with every strike. The room around them shook whenever their blades would meet; the space around them quaking as it withstood the force of two walking disasters.
[Many constellations are anxious.]
[Many constellations want the incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to die.]
[Many constellations want the incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ to live.]
Kim Dokja had stopped talking a little while ago, Yoo Joonghyuk noticed, slamming his foot into his stomach and sending him flying towards the back wall. He doesn’t have the time to worry about the force of his kick when one of the dependents rushes at him almost instantly.
There’s no room to breathe. When he got rid of one, the other was quick to recover. Where Kim Dokja lacked strength, he made up for in numbers. Not only that…
The man in white suddenly appears behind him and he just barely avoids a piercing stab to his back. He inhales sharply when the air bends, his hair tickling his cheeks, and suddenly his world tips backwards.
…this Kim Dokja was a dirty fighter when he was serious.
Yoo Joonghyuk grunts when his back hits the floor, shaking his lungs. Added by the weight of Kim Dokja’s foot pressed against his throat, it’s hard to recover his breath. He doesn’t even get the chance to lift his hand before his sword drives through his sleeve, pinning it down. It’s humiliating that he let himself get caught by this guy of all people. Sometimes it really did feel like he had multiple arms.
“Are you done misbehaving?” the man asks, peering down at him.
The regressor growls, gritting his teeth and fighting the pressure against his neck until Kim Dokja staggers backwards from surprise. Yoo Joonghyuk reaches up and grabs a fist full of his shirt, yanks him down and slams him onto the floor.
The man beneath him blinks rapidly before glaring up at him, his hands flying out to seize the collar of Yoo Joonghyuk’s coat.
“Damn bastard, do you really want to know what happened up there?” he pants, his wicked smile sending chills down his spine.
When Yoo Joonghyuk notices the sparks intensifying, he grips his thin wrists. “You—!”
“Joonghyuk-ah.”
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’—]
“I made an Outer World Covenant with an Outer God.”
[The story ‘Transcendent of Storms’ is telling its story.]
The storm is searing, and the pain blooming on his bitten tongue is diluted by the sheer intensity coursing through his body.
Yoo Joonghyuk knew this fool had a tolerance for the storms, but experiencing firsthand the one that they shared was on a completely different level. How he was able to bear this at stage one transcendence was baffling to him, but this fact only motivated Yoo Joonghyuk further. If this guy was going through to such lengths to stop him, then he wasn’t going to play fair either.
Yoo Joonghyuk opens his maw and sinks his teeth into the man’s wrist.
“Agh! You— Shit!”
Kim Dokja shoves Yoo Joonghyuk and the regressor pulls away when he senses something from behind, leaping when one of the kkomas strikes the area he was just in and hitting Kim Dokja in the chest. He thinks he hears him wheeze through the ringing in his ears.
Unlike the other one he was facing which didn’t have a weapon, this one wielded a small spear. He looks to the side to see Ten fighting against his former opponent, probability dancing around them as they push their set limits.
With the sound of buzzing zipping through the air, he can’t hear what the dependent says to their incarnation across the room, but all that matters is the resulting look of shock that appears on Kim Dokja’s face.
The man in white sits up and hunches over, cradling the kkoma who sat obediently in his hand. “Damn, you’re all crazy.” He grumbles something else under his breath, turning to Yoo Joonghyuk with a glare.
Yoo Joonghyuk meets it with one of his own. “What you said, what did you mean?”
"Even if I wanted to tell you, I can’t. Did you not see what just happened?”
“Is that so?” He adjusts his grip and Kim Dokja hastily gets back on his feet, sword in hand.
As a result of the storm, his movements are minutely sluggish, but it’s more than enough for Yoo Joonghyuk to send Unbreakable Faith flying out of his hand. Kim Dokja grits his teeth as the tip of the sword is pressed against his throat, the blade shifting when he gulps.
“You can’t win against me as you are.”
Kim Dokja blinks at him with doe-like eyes. Although Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t lower his sword, his grip did loosen. There was always something strange about this guy, but today it was particularly obvious.
Ever since the beginning of the scenarios, Yoo Joonghyuk hasn’t been able to grasp the character of the person in front of him. One moment he was one thing and the next he was something else. Every time he tried to read into him, all he was presented by what could only be described as a shifting maze.
“Alternatively, I could hold onto your leg and prevent you from taking the star that way. Maybe until you decide to beat me to death.” There it was again.
“That isn’t funny.”
“You’re right, sorry.” His smile is sad and his gaze drifts to the side. “Yoo Joonghyuk, what do you imagine the end of the scenarios to be like? And I’m not just talking about the final scenario, I mean…after.”
Yoo Joonghyuk wavers. “After?” he repeats slowly. “We are in the 46th scenario.”
“I’m not stupid. I know it’s still a ways away.” He sighs. “You’re not really a conversationalist, are you, Joonghyuk-ie?”
“I don’t think of stuff like that,” he answers and before Kim Dokja tries to change the subject again, he continues, “I look at what’s in front of me. I think of now and not what dwells in the future.”
‘Have you already forgotten what you told me?’
“That’s just like you to say.”
“Kim Dokja, why did you think it was your only option?”
His brows furrow slightly and he looks lost. “I don’t think you’ll understand. Half of it I can’t even tell you.”
“Then tell me what you can. Even if it is half — or less than half — it still amounts to something.”
‘Why won’t you say anything?’
His eyes shake at his words. That headstrong confidence of his was nowhere to be found, and Yoo Joonghyuk could feel himself getting closer to the truth. But before he could catch a glimpse inside his mind, his gaze sharpens.
Just like that, Kim Dokja had closed himself off again.
“You will all have to make a decision sooner or later,” he raises his hand and wraps his fingers around the blade of Yoo Joonghyuk’s sword. “I’m sorry, but something has to give, Yoo Joonghyuk.”
[The story ‘Contract Binding Those Recalcitrant’ is telling its story.]
[The story ‘Dependent of Dependents’ is amplifying the effects of the story!]
It was only then did he notice the suspiciously quiet dependent’s hands pressed against the necklace at his chest that Yoo Joonghyuk’s rage suddenly boils.
“Kim Dokja!” he shouts as a light suddenly floods the space, the force of the magnified status pushing him back like the aftermath of an explosion.
The other dependents must have been experiencing the same thing because they’re pushed a little further back than him, the commotion bringing their fight to an abrupt end.
It took too much effort to keep himself grounded, the soles of his shoes creating dark streaks as he was repelled, and his arms habitually raised to block any potential attacks. Although the light did eventually subside, the same could not be the same about the intensity of the status before him.
It’s Ten who mutters out in a disbelieving voice, “What have you done?”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinks away the afterimages, zeroing in on the person ahead. There was nothing about the way he looked that gave away what changed about him, but he knew without a doubt that the person in front of him was no longer his companion.
The man reaches out and suddenly Yoo Joonghyuk was aware of the existence of an almost transparent veil pouring from him, formed together by stars and stray sentences.
「Only what was necessary.」
It was definitely Kim Dokja’s voice, but the cadence was all wrong. The way he moved, and the way his gloved hand wrapped around the apparition of a spear all told of a tale belonging to someone else.
[A fragment of the constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ has descended into his incarnation!]
With his free hand, “Kim Dokja” loosens the tie around his neck with a scowl, and Yoo Joonghyuk notices the necklace that was paired with it shining brightly.
“The aftermath will annihilate you!” Ten shouts.
「Then I will have fulfilled my role properly.」
There were no more room words before he begins stalking towards Yoo Joonghyuk; his starry eyes locked onto him like predator to prey.
Nothing that could have prepared Yoo Joonghyuk for how quickly he reappears in front of him, the spear in his hand driving forward just in time to meet his sword.
The power behind it was immense, and he could feel his arms struggle to hold themselves in place.
[Some constellations are requesting a ‘probability conformity screening!’]
[Some constellations are thrilled by this turn of events!]
[Many constellations are envious of the constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’.]
The dokkaebi’s voice could be heard somewhere.
[Apologies, dear constellations, but this rise of power is well within the incarnations right. Don’t you think it’s fairer this way? It makes for quite the underdog story!]
It’s condescending laughter echoes, and Yoo Joonghyuk can feel the way it was directed towards him.
“You can’t stay like this.” Probability will tear them both apart if he continues this for too long, especially with this powerful of a status.
「Time is not an issue.」
The spear and sword clash endlessly, this time with less intent to harm than before. It was clear they were using this strength to stall. At this rate, Yoo Joonghyuk won’t be able to claim the star — he won’t have the ability to prevent his companion from throwing away his life over and over again.
[30 minutes remaining.]
“Kim Dokja.”
Cuts were scattered across his body, but he persisted, the golden aura of a Transcendent becoming brighter along with his resolve.
There was no reply, but he could almost feel the way those eyes watched him, waiting for his next words. Yoo Joonghyuk wondered if his companion felt as helpless as he did in that moment. Would he listen, or would they fall on deaf ears once again? Was there really nothing he could do in his current state?
Regardless, Yoo Joonghyuk was never one to give up.
“Seize the day.”
Kim Dokja’s eyes widen a hair, and something glazes over them. The spear in his hand twirls expertly and before he knows it, his back hits the wall; the length shoved against his jaw and pinning him in place.
“How can I trust someone who doesn’t take his own advice?” he struggles weakly. “Is it yourself that you doubt or is it your companions? Why have you only become more uncertain?”
Yoo Joonghyuk feels a great sense of loss. Even when Kim Dokja was right here, he felt so far away. Sparks begin intensifying, and he notices the kkomas have begun collapsing. They were quickly reaching their limits.
“Kim Dokja, screw your head on right!” Eventually he stops resisting, bracing himself for the storm that was coming. He had been bearing the ones Ten had been producing, so it’ll naturally hit him too when this is over.
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is listening to the words of the incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’.]
He glares at the notification.
‘I despise you.’
‘I despise you for being a constellation.’
‘I despise that you sit idly by as everything falls apart.’
‘But more than anything, I despise that I am unreliable — that my words don’t seem to work for him the same way they did for me.’
“The Kim Dokja of the future can’t give your companions what they need now. They can’t afford to lose you again to something so superficial.” The spear trembles and Yoo Joonghyuk’s takes a deep breath, looking around him. So that was why those dependents were in a frenzy. The one Kim Dokja loves most…
His left eyebrow twitches and he raises his head.
“Keep your incarnation in check, constellation. If he dies before you, I’m going to kill you both myself.” Then he exhales. “So let me bear the storm, too.”
‘It’s clear that my strength won’t be enough to reach you where you need me most.’
‘No amount of technique can teach me the words that you need to hear, and no amount of running can close the growing distance between us.’
‘But there has to be someone out there who can do it. There needs to be someone. And I hope..."
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is smiling knowingly. ]
Wearing Kim Dokja’s face, Three bows his head.
「If that is the answer you have decided.」
“Do not be mistaken. I haven’t forgiven you for allowing him to be taken by an Outer God. Your incompetence was the reason he ended up like this in the first place.”
Begrudgingly he answers, 「We know.」
And everything suddenly goes white.
Littered across the room, the kkomas were as good as discarded napkins after experiencing the aftermath of the storm, Three having long since been extracted in the middle of his wavering consciousness.
It doesn’t take Kim Dokja long to regain consciousness, rising to his feet with shaky legs and stumbling over like a newborn fawn towards the pedestal.
“You fool…” He tries to push himself up, but his arms only twitched uselessly at his sides. He couldn’t feel his limbs and his eyelashes felt like heavy weights.
“Enough worrying, you bastard,” he grumbles, bending down to pick up one of the kkomas. “Just…stay put.”
When he has gathered them all, he slumps against the pedestal and holds one of the kkomas to his head like clockwork. It almost looked like he was using an icepack for a headache.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t feel comfortable letting Kim Dokja do whatever he pleased, but there was nothing he could do in his condition, so he watched the scene play out wordlessly.
And so, piercing through the silence Kim Dokja speaks, “All I see is the end. Nothing in between belongs to me. Not even my own ■■.”
[The scenario’s time limit has ended.]
Yoo Joonghyuk furrows his brows at the strange assortment of words. He wanted to ask what it meant, but his tongue felt too heavy in his mouth.
[The room star has failed to be acquired.]
“Yoo Joonghyuk, how do you do it? Regressing, I mean. Isn’t it exhausting?”
“I don’t have a choice.” He closes his eyes with a huff.
“Right,” he laughs bitterly. He frowns when Kim Dokja goes quiet again. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was on his phone again.
[Nobody harm their companion.]
“Kim Dokja, what do you feel?” he asks quietly — softly. His throat trembled at how difficult it was to maintain such a gentle tone. This was his last attempt.
But it seemed their conversation was over the moment he opened his eyes and found Kim Dokja staring at the blank wall ahead of him.
[You have proven your ‘trust’.]
He didn’t know what delusion came over him in that moment, but Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly thought that Kim Dokja looked similar to a feeling from long ago — something he hoped never to experience again.
Kim Dokja looked like a person who was experiencing regressor’s depression.
[You have acquired a new story!]
[You have met the conditions to clear the scenario.]
— ✦ —
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is displeased with the actions of his incarnation and dependents.]
“Isn’t that the third time you’ve sent that? Sponsor-nim, I didn’t know you were so involved in our affairs. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll apologize again.”
[The constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ says his incarnation takes things far too lightly.]
Kim Dokja hums dismissively, rummaging around his pockets for his supplements. He gives it a skeptical look before popping it in my mouth and immediately his face scrunches at the unexpected bitterness, fighting the urge to spit it out.
“What does it taste like, ahjussi?”
“By the way, hyung, why do you look like you came out of a paper shredder? At this rate you’ll need a new coat.”
“Hey, I asked a question first!”
“Well, mine was more important!”
Kim Dokja tries not to acknowledge the ominous aura of the Yoo Joonghyuk being treated by Lee Seolhwa behind him, chuckling lightly as he pats them both on their small heads. “This Kim Dokja is okay, so calm down you two. Aren’t I alive and standing right next to you? That’s all that matters right?”
The kkomas were still unconscious, tucked away in his inner pockets and specifically separated based on their supposed factions. He was going to have to give Three the talk after what happened because what he told him at the time did not involve the annihilation part. If he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have agreed to the descent in the first place.
He shudders at the memory of being part of Three, a hand moving to cover his lower face when he feels his cheeks grow warm.
[The nebula ‘Kim Dokja’s Company’ has broken through the 46th scenario.]
The man raises his head towards the surrounding scenery, basking in the light of gentle stars sprinkled across the black backdrop and taking in the feeling of the cold breeze bringing about distant aches. Without a doubt he could feel the gaze of his sponsor among them weighing on every wound.
“By the way, I was told to give this to you.”
Kim Dokja turns his head to the left where Han Sooyoung stood, looking down at the object in her hand with wide eyes. When he reaches out to take it, she pulls it away.
“Don’t forget the reason we’re even here. They’ll get on my ass if they found out you got impaled while gawking at this damn thing.”
“Did you forget that I’m an adult?”
“Only when you act like it. Otherwise, you’re a big baby.”
He snatches it from her hands with a frown. “I don’t need someone like you to tell me that.”
Han Sooyoung gives him an unimpressed look, eyeing him up and down in a way that gave him chills. He doesn’t know why he was being judged when she herself looked like she went through the same hell he did.
He startles when she suddenly leans in close, her gaze sharp and scrutinizing. “You've changed a lot, haven't you?”
Kim Dokja raises a brow, leaning back to reclaim his personal space. “Haven’t we all?”
At times like these, Kim Dokja would normally have a lot of thoughts. But after everything that occurred, there was just no way he could sort them out coherently, not that it mattered. After all, most of his thoughts have been thought of before. Whatever he thought of would have belonged to someone else once upon a time.
His head suddenly hurts.
That’s right; the people before him held precedence over everything else. He couldn’t dwell on meaningless things with their nebula missing one person. His next goal should be Gigantomachia and there was still a lot that needed to be done before then.
They dressed up all nicely for a party, but they just look like they’re going to get married…kdj has no idea, he’s just happy they agreed to accompany him
omg hi!!! really excited to see you here on tumblr omgomgomgomg uhhhh yeah top kim dokja supremacy amirite!! genuinely love your secretive plotter art on twitter, he is so ethereal milf, wifey coded, and your veil designs are soooooooooooooooooo gorgeous... i fucking love those colors omgomgomgomg my fav colors truly, and its all i have ever imagined for that silly petty man!
also love that you are a fellow kimhanyoo shipper. yay!
anyway i'll stop gushing but i would love to see your dkos wing grooming headcanons if you have any... ty! also, what if yoo joonghyuk or han sooyoung were demon kings instead... (though hsy would've been killed in canon because she gave that demon the killing blow...)
but anyway i am happy to see you here ^v^
Thank you anon you are so sweet ! Appreciate the kind compliments. SP milf is so reaal ugh . I have a complicated relationship with his veil. In my imagination it's a much more delicate fabric. Near his face its dark enough to conceal his face, but it gradually becomes more transparent as it falls.
I imagine it glittering/sparkly especially near the ends of each fold. Or sparkling while he moves. When he stands still, I imagine it very dark making him merge with whatever the background is, like a camouflage blanket. The concept is difficult to convey with poor english and hard to draw with skill issues........
for Dkos wings, i dont have any hc for grooming specifically. other stuff I imagine tho : I like normal human size Demon King KDJ (not him becoming big..). I vaguely imagine him staying transformed longer periods of time the more the final scenario approches or something like that. He would cover his companions with his wings while the 3 of them sleep together. Cute/protective
FFUCK ANON TY FOR REMINDING ME I HAD TO DRAW HSY WITH HORNS !!! I have a demon king yjh wip I have to finish since ages. I wanted to post the trio as demon kings aaah thank you
about kimhanyoo, I plan to post more here too ! Its sad a lot of people use yoohankim altought they get the dynamic because its the most widely used shipname…I was thinking of using both tags to get the reach too but I honestly dont want to give the wrong impression.
Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.
And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'
let's share these two sketches i did on my phone at 4am... yesterday? today? idk anymore — i need more practice drawing yjh's face, BUT i think i did a pretty good job this time /applause to myself
and kdj... my pretty man, i love him... it feels like he's seducing me with his eyes — or maybe i'm just insane
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