Photocard I Did For The KDJ Birthday Event At The Kick Café In Paris Hehe

reminder if you ever feel alone that han sooyoung wrote an entire world into existence to love every part of you. every blade of grass every flower petal every thread of cloth every pebble on the ground & everyone in this story will love u as much as they can, forever. bc han sooyoung loves you too

I am not an emotionless monster It's so hard for me to push a knife in your heart but I know, I am the only one who can do it

spoiler rambles under the readmore

This line from the play stuck with me a lot, and I know its not particularly in the novel but I still enjoyed it because it makes you think about her being the one who wrote in dokja's death, in a way also dealing the final blow along with yjh in this moment, death by story, includes her as the killer too

HSY

YJH

KDJ

epilogue II

the beautiful days still didn’t arrive or at least not as i had imagined - there was no bright and early awakening, or a stretch towards the sun, no feeling of "i am finally worthy" and no lack of the familiar shadows. the beautiful days were disjointed and blemished, the streets were littered and the sun was too hot, the clouds too little, the breeze on my cheek not enough to ruffle my hair like the movies. the ancient cathedral was a modern art installation and the historical city was a street, but my heart was stirred all the same

my beautiful days were so ordinary i barely noticed, until the stroke of midnight, how much i loved them. come back to me, night spent in a hotel room playing mafia, come back to me exhausted laughter and charades and home-cooked pasta. come back to me, friends, and accuse me of being the mafia again and let me laugh and incriminate myself again, and let me love you in that moment, please, i didn't realise it then

my sweet forgiving days let me sleep in though the 8am alarm still woke me, perhaps my body had heard my desire to consume and conserve the daylight hungrily - summer sun, let's put aside our rivalry, you made our smiles glow so gently on the last day, i owe you

my sweet forgiving days, that i fear, that i fear are lulling me into complacency, i fear so much but i love you still. i love you still, i thank the heavens for you still, train delays and all. i'll trudge through the city on tired feet and sleepless muscles again, come back, i'll wear my short sleeves and you will make it feel okay.

come on, hurry, the train will soon arrive and the karaoke place will soon close, i heard my voice in recording and i'll forgive it, i sang you proud. the city is so alive, breathing me in and out, pushing me against the hand-grip of the subway and pulling me from bookstore to bookstore, up and down the stairs and up and down, and up once more because the apartment was always one floor higher than i hoped, though i already knew that from the blue flower prints i memorised, and the rainbow mat of the neighbour who must've cursed us out, let me send flowers to them, let me send flowers. thank you for allowing me joy and delirium and obnoxious laughter. happiness is so fleeting and easily questioned, forgive me, allow me your mercy of returning again and again, and again as i look into my friends' smiles and burst into giggles. 

my beautiful days were so short and spaced between the ordinary days (that were still beautiful, god, they were all so beautiful-) but you still fit so much inside; i battle time and memory to keep you with me, a little more, a little longer, let me linger on the memory of touch and sound and don't you dare take it away from me. my world and my people and my people's people and my world's planet, i love you so. 

and when that plane lands, and that shuttle screeches to a halt, and when i walk down that wooden hallway and hear the familiar roll of my suitcase, i know i'll forget you, i'll forget that i'm not alone. the past will beckon me once more and my daydreams will say so what of happiness when there is no success within it. but perhaps one fine morning of sleeping in again the world will forgive me as it always does, as i pray it always will, and i will be reminded that i have pockets of my heart beating gently around this stupidly large globe. maybe a smile or a joke will set it off, maybe a moment of sadness or even frustration, maybe i can be missed as i miss you so already, all of you, all of you, all of you who i remember and forget with the turn of the earth and the pilot's steady descent onto the landing. i love you so much even when i don't. i love you so much even though i will never be certain that you love me, i will never accept that you can love me differently or less or more, or perhaps not at all. not at all. not at all- 

but you did for a moment, right?

baat!

(bonus concept doodles under the cut)

(i know canonically the horn is meant to be in her forehead but once the beret idea hit me i couldnt let it go)

ive had the basic elements for this fan design floating around since my first read through and finally settled on something more concrete :)

i miss orv

Shin Yoosung³

short little orv themed ask game :)

1. whos your favourite character

2. what was your favourite arc?

3. do you have a favourite quote?

4. do you have any characters you wished interacted more?

5. if you could ask the authors any question, what would you ask them?

6. whats a headcanon you have that you absolutely believe is canon?

7. conversely, whats a headcanon that youre just pulling out of your ass but you love anyway?

8. whats your least favourite arc?

9. any popular thing in the fandom you love?

10. any popular thing in the fandom you cant stand?

11. any character you wish we saw more of?

12. are you more of a reader, writer or protagonist?

13. if you could meet any character, which would you pick and what would you say?

14. favourite theme in orv?

15. any characters you didnt love at first but grew to adore?

16. what part in orv made you realise it was gonna be a favourite?

17. any controversial takes?

18. who would you choose as your sponser?

19. whats your favourite duo?

20. be honest - are you making it to the epilogue?

message to beloved