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@nibbelraz

Sun, 16 Jan 2022 18:29:03

Constantly vibrating with the need to rant about them to literally anyone within hearing distance

#kim dokja #yoo jonghyuk #yoo joonghyuk #yu junghyeok #yu joonghyeok #why does this mf have so many names #omniscient reader viewpoint #omnicient readers viewpoint #omniscient readers viewpoint #omniscient reader fanart #orv novel #orv fanart #orv webtoon #webtoon fanart #joongdok #dokhyuk #pax art

@paxopalotls

Sat, 16 Apr 2022 03:00:12

portraitoftheoddity:

Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

#saving this for later #tag your otp #joongdok #wangxian #bingqiu #find you a partner who will fill your bags with oranges

@paxopalotls

Wed, 06 Apr 2022 13:14:26

something small and soft and self-indulgent

image descriptions & raw text under the cut:

you can read the full unscrambled version of this text here: archiveofourown.org/works/36785092

Image 1: A drawing of two heavily scarred hands with their fingers linked, one palm facing up and the other palm facing down. The background is a warmly-colored photograph of flowers. There are text excerpts on the image which look as if they’ve been cut out unevenly from a page. The text reads:

He huffs as Yoo Joonghyuk cups his fingers in his hands, thumbs rubbing over his palms in a circling rhythm. Really, he doesn’t mind the touch itself. It’s just that he hasn’t quite gotten used to Yoo Joonghyuk’s attempts at emotional honesty. They’re clumsy and uncertain, but still backed by an unwavering bravery Kim Dokja can’t openly admit to lacking.

He receives and halfway reciprocates more than he initiates, still feeling too afraid of his possible resentment to comfortably assume he wants any part of his companionship.

He knows, but knowing is only one small part of taking in information.

He swallows thickly, steeling himself. He wiggles one hand out of the man’s hold, mechanically sliding their fingers together before he can tense in response and assume he’s behaving cowardly. Even this much is almost terrifying.

For five absolutely agonizing seconds they sit there, one hand held properly and the other in an awkward tangle. Yoo Joonghyuk very lightly squeezes their chained fingers, as if testing something. It’s a lot of bone. It isn’t a very comfortable hold. It still soothes his impatient heart a little regardless.

Yoo Joonghyuk releases the properly held pair, mirroring this baffling position instead. One palm facing up, the other palm facing down.

“…It’s uncomfortable.” ‘Ahgh, you’re too blunt!’

Image 2: A drawing of two heavily scarred hands with their fingers linked, palms touching. The background is a warmly-colored photograph of flowers. There are text excerpts on the image which look as if they’ve been cut out unevenly from a page. The text reads:

Kim Dokja grimaces as Yoo Joonghyuk pulls their fingers apart, leaving him feeling almost shameful. Yes, he isn’t any good at this.

He’s about to take his own hands back into his personal space when Yoo Joonghyuk forklifts his own under his, tilting them, sliding his fingers up his palms and slotting them together that way.

Kim Dokja is suddenly struck with a strange scandalized feeling, as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be. He stares at their clasped hands in a wide-eyed daze before hearing a sound that is the emotional equivalent of being hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

He snaps his head up to look at Yoo Joonghyuk - his eyes slightly crinkled, lips curling into a little smile, head tilted slightly as he chucklesat him.

“What?”

Yoo Joonghyuk shakes his head. “It’s nothing.” He reigns in his face, putting on that cool and composed look that lets Kim Dokja know he feels caught.