#dojun answers

[dojunie]

i miss misdial jeno and y/n i feel like its been decades. but i hope ure doing well <3<3 btw i love ur writing style and i wish i could be as good as you or even just a half heh…

misdial is currently at 37k and i open that blasted fic almost every day <3 i promise you she is baking, thank you so so much for sticking around through this genuinely debaucherous hiatus i am putting you all through LOL

for your patience i will insert a blurb under the readmore of a scene in the upcoming ch, and its still in jen pov btw!!!

Back in highschool, when you were a junior and he was a senior, you’d had a short lived obsession with dying your hair. Mark had mentioned it to him in passing, recalling the half a dozen conversations he’d witnessed of you trying to convince your parents to let you bleach it, but he hadn’t really thought about it too seriously until he was over at Mark’s house to work on a project a few weeks later. Your brother, who’s brain stopped working properly when he was hungry, tapped out after about fifteen minutes to hit the convenience store a few blocks away for a pint of ice cream and a few energy drinks. 

It was only after the front door slammed shut that Jeno even realized you were home; he was slouched in Mark’s desk chair scrolling listlessly through his phone when he heard the bedroom door creak open, and turned around expecting your brother. It was not your brother.

It was you. Standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights as your eyes met, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, hair slicked down to your head with cherry red dye— it was all over your hands, splattered down your neck, an artful blob on the tip of your nose.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. He hadn’t seen you this close for a few weeks now, since this was around the time that you’d started hanging out with your friends more and were rarely ever home. That was what he blamed for the way his brain seemed to start buffering at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

You stood up straight and hid your hands behind your back like he hadn’t already seen them in all their bloody glory, and said, “I thought you… Left. Just now. With Mark.”

“I didn’t,” he replied. You stared at each other some more. Then, because he wasn’t quite sure what else to do and he’s never really been good at reading a room, he said,“You missed a bit, there. On the top.”

You stiffened, and then your whole body slumped like he’d cut your strings with those ten words alone. “I know. Mark has a little mirror in here somewhere that I was going to steal while he was gone, because I didn’t realize until it was too late that I couldn't see the back of my own head.”

And somehow this ended up with Jeno standing behind you in your bathroom, dutifully brushing red goo into your scalp as you fidgeted and twitched and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him in the mirror, even though it was very obvious that you were. Jeno pretended, like he’d been doing for the last three years, that he didn’t notice— even if he was finding it a little harder than normal to not stare right back.

Back then, he chalked up his jitters to all of the physical things that were happening in that moment. He credited his desire to stand a little closer to you than necessary to the pleasant scent of cherry coming from the dye in your hair, and blamed the uneven straps on your tank top for the reason his eyes kept drifting to the curve of your shoulders. He was hyper-focusing on the tiny beauty mark below your ear not because he found it fascinating, but because it was easier to keep his eyes trained on that than to risk forgetting what he was doing and finding your eyes in the mirror.

When the dye ran out and your head was sufficiently gooped, he’d been gearing up to ask if you needed help washing it out or something, not quite ready to go back to being strangers just yet, when the sound of the garage door opening whispered through the house and you stiffened. In an instant you were plucking the empty dye bowl from his hands and then herding him out of your bathroom— startled, he turned around to mention his sweater only to find it flying at his chest with enough force to knock him back against the hallway wall. Your eyes were huge as you stood in the bathroom doorway, hand already on the door as if already positioning to slam it shut.

“Don’t tell Mark you helped me,” you said quickly, before blinking very hard a few times, “And— Thank you? This probably would have turned out like shit if you didn’t offer to help me. Thanks.”

Downstairs, the front door opened. Jeno stood there with his balled up sweatshirt in his hands suddenly feeling very odd. Only later did he realize that feeling was hesitance. He didn’t want to go yet. “Why can’t I tell him?” he asked.

“Because Mark’s going to freak out when he sees me, and I don’t want him to get mad at you too for being an accessory to my crime.”

“An accessory to your what?”

“Oh,” you said belatedly. Then you raised your eyebrows at him, lip quirking into an innocent smile that felt like anything but, and his stomach twisted. “Might’ve said too much.”

Your brother's voice rang up the stairs and Jeno made the mistake of turning towards the landing. By the time he turned back to you, mouth opening to speak— even though he wasn’t even sure what he was planning to say— he only caught the last glimpse of your red stained hand through the shutting the door.

Mark returned a few moments later to find Jeno sitting back in the desk chair, back to peering into his phone, but what he probably didn’t notice was that Jeno was really staring at the little, cherry colored splotch on his palm.

I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!! but for real, thank you for keeping up with these two dumbos........... i will open up my misdial doc in your honor tonight!!!!

[luna-rainbow]

Scene (episode 6): Choi Changje walks out after Yangchul concedes to his political career. He asks Dojun, "Why would you help me, nephew?" Dojun answers, "Compared to being a son-in-law for Soonyang, you're much more suited to being the Mayor of Seoul, uncle."

“That reaction was all me. It wasn’t in the script, but when he suddenly smiled, leaned close and called me uncle…I couldn’t help my reaction. My hand went to my mouth. I was dazzled by those gorgeous eyes. My heart wouldn't stop fluttering. I questioned my sexuality.” -- Kim Dohyun talking about Song Joongki on “Knowing Bros”

[hwanduu]

january 4th, 2023 ㅡ 12:38AM

happy new year! i am currently in japan with my love just enjoying the winter bliss a little bit more before we go back to work. christmas was lovely. my parents came from jeju to my apartment in seoul instead to celebrate it this year and we have a new person joining in as well (it was my boyfriend dojun ㅎ). it was a happy celebration that i haven’t had in awhile so i was happy. but also sad? but happy and content. time is fleeting too fast is all and i wish for my parents to live longer and in good health always.

there’s something that bothers me a bit the past few days though. i think i’m grieving. not for my late brother although i miss him always. i’m grieving the time where i wish i had gotten more during my younger days. it all came because of one question. one question about my past that made me feel bad because i don’t have good answers to tell them to enlighten the moment. i wish i have better days to tell as an answer but all my mind remembered are moments that i wish to not be associated with me.

opening up or talking about myself and my past is not something that i like. for i know it will come with sympathy and bringing the mood down for everyone in the room. i grow so much from it and the pain that follows and linger yet it is still something that i have to carry myself around with. i don’t regret nor do i have any resentment with my bullies or the people i was involved in during high school but admitting i go through something like that is sad and once in awhile i wished i had not go through instead. 

being associated with trauma had made me realized that yes, it’s sad and yes it was hard but i do not wish for that to be all what i am. yes, it took me very long while to love myself again but i would like to be acknowledge for what i am now and not what had happened to me. that’s probably why i don’t like telling people about it either. 

maybe it would have been easier if i lied and laugh. i am jealous of what other people had and the things that i didn’t get to experience when i was their age, that i have to admit. i wanted to be normal and live a good ass life when i got a new family and yet, i was only able to achieve it when i entered my 20s. 

so here’s to teen hwa ryujin that died at 17 that thought life would end by then, the one that thought no hope is there and all dreams will die and buried. you would love to see the life we have. if only an adult like us existed back then, perhaps it would have been warmer and safer for you to be a normal kid. 

[allboutheyaoi]

i'm like 45 chapters into "love is an illusion" and till now i still can't believe how terrible the communication between dojin and hyesung is, like almost all of their sex scenes are non consensual, which is very off-putting, and the only reason i'm still reading is because of heesoo who is my favorite person in this whole mess. at this point i'm terrified to read his side story because i genuinely love him and i'm scared the author will ruin him as a character. please, does it get better??

you’re right and you should say it.

DOES it get better after 45 chapters? That entirely depends on which couple you’re talking about. 

Dojin & Hyesung relationship pretty much remains the same after marriage. Hyesung is still a brat but he does get better and takes good care of their son, Byul (who is the saving grace of the entire series). Dojin still remains crazy for Hyesung, though I’m not too sure why. Their relationship is honestly not a favourite, for the only reason I put up reading about them is because of Byul.

Dojun & Heesoo, though, gets so MUCH better. Heesoo is my favourite character in the entire series too and I fucking love how he doesn’t deny his attraction towards to Dojun. They’re absolutely compatible with one another and their sex scenes are all CONSENSUAL. This couple has a more mature flare compared to the other couple and I think that’s what attracted me to them the most. They’re sexy yet very domestic and Dojun is an absolute Daddy. If I dare say, they deserve an entire series for themselves.

In the end, it’s entirely up to you if you want to drop the series. But I’d recommend for you to continue reading the series solely for Byul and the secondary couple, Dojun & Heesoo!

[ohxdeer]

Number 96 and Blood Shepard!

🌿—Thank you for the ask, anon!

—Number 96—

Why I like them/Why I don’t like them

I have incredibly mixed feelings about 96. On one hand, I like him as this crazier side of Astral because it made him quite interesting and even entertaining, but on the other hand, he was a little too crazy for me. Especially after his (first?) duel against Astral where the whole god complex started—

What I like about their appearance

Like Astral, 96 is very aesthetically pleasing to me. One of my favourite things are the earrings and the marks, but what I specifically like about 96 is that he has those red marks and a different colour, which makes him unique in his own way.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

I don’t think that 96 has a different dub name? So— yeah xD

OTP

I actually don’t ship him with anyone.

NOTP

Astral or Yuma x 96 is a big no for me — I just think that the relationship would be incredibly toxic and unhealthy. In my opinion, a lot would have to change for 96 to have a "good" or healthy relationship with them.

OT3

Again, I don’t ship him with anyone.

Favourite card they use

I like his ace, so Number 96: Black Mist. Apart from that, the malicious monsters are kinda cute and have good effects, so I like them as well.

Favourite moment they were in

When he fought alongside Astral to defeat the guardian guy? Or whatever that thing was xD

Least favourite moment

When he murdered Astral :‘)

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

Uhm...kill, I guess? I honestly feel so bad for saying this skxnjsj

—Blood Shepherd

Why I like them/Why I don’t like them

I like that he really cares about Emma and his mother. You always see him as this "brutal" bounty hunter, but he’s actually kinda soft and incredibly protective, too. If I can say it like that xD That’s what I like about him.

What I like about their appearance

In all honesty, I don’t like his "real life" appearance at all. However, the design of his Vrains Avatar is really unique and makes him look like an actual bounty hunter. On top of that, he reminds me of a Star Wars character!

Do I prefer the dub names or original names?

Definitely original names for both his real name and avatar name.

OTP

Blood Shepherd x Happiness sounds like a good OTP

NOTP

I mean, I don’t really know what kinda ships he's involved in, but I sure hope that Emma X him isn’t one of them.

OT3

Don’t have one!

Favourite card they use

Batteldrone General!

Favourite moment they were in

I always appreciate the moments where he protects Emma, so those are my favourites! I also really liked his interaction with Revolver.

Least favourite moment

I don’t think I have one?

Would I fuck, marry or kill them

This question, man! xD Let me just, uhm— hug him, I guess? (Although I genuinely think that he’d kill me for that)

[merryfortune]

Spectre, despite having appeared twice so far and despite being third wheel to Ema and Kengo who are duelling next week, still hasn’t spoken in this season and isn’t due to speak for quite some time yet. But I have a new theory.

I complained about this before and when I did, I did briefly consider this possibility before deciding the answer was elsewhere. That is to say, in episode 103, Spectre didn’t speak because Ryoken told him not. I decided its because Spectre is being introduced to the others gradually like a pet cat and a pet dog. Others said that he was simply not allowed to speak because he’d say some freak shit and irritate Team Playmaker which likely would have gone against Ryoken’s desired outcome for the interaction. But I have a new, solidifying conclusion: Spectre has selective mutism. 

At the time, I dismissed this but now that I’m reading up on this disorder, it actually aligns quite well with what we know about Spectre’s childhood and how the Link VRAINS function.

Beginning with the latter item, the Link VRAINS, we’ll start there. The Link VRAINS functions on the basic premise of “if you can imagine doing it, it can be performed there”. As Spectre does most his speaking in the Link VRAINS, he is able to freely communicate. Compared to his IRL scenes where, if I recall correctly, he’s only ever spoken to Ryoken and it was just before his duel with Blood Shepherd. All other times we’ve seen IRL Spectre, he hasn’t spoken. 

In hindsight, one of his most notably quiet moments IRL was when he reacted to Earth having been placed inside of Go Onizuka’s brain. If memory serves correct, he didn’t make a sound. Not even an exasperated groan; something other characters are prone to do, for example, Takeru who often makes all sorts of noises when he’s upset and frustrated. Perhaps Spectre was simply psychologically unable to vocalise in that moment.

Additionally, in Spectre’s backstory, his child self was not depicted speaking - although, in the dub, I believe he was. He was also depicted as being socially isolated and as a child who was rude to the others of the orphanage. That sort of social avoidance and temperament are incredibly common to children with selective mutism. And if Spectre was, canonically, selectively mute, it would certainly add friction between his and peers.

However, Spectre mentions that after the Incident occurred, he wanted to speak about it. Being told to not speak about it, now that he was finally ready to communicate more conventionally, would have put a lot of pressure on him and add another layer to his hatred of how he knew society.

So, in the upcoming episode where he is not due to speak but certainly appear as Akira relegated him to the Bessho-Dojun sibling team, it would make sense for him to not speak as he has been put in a typically stressful situation for someone with selective mutism. Similarly, returning to episode 103, Spectre appearing in front of Yusaku and Takeru IRL for the first time would also be another typically stressful situation for someone with selective mutism. And given the facial expressions Spectre made during that episode - most of which looked grumpy, sulking, or uncomfortable - that adds extra support to this possibility.

And there you have it. That’s my pitch for why I think it's possible that Spectre has selective mutism.

[fmddojun]

Aesthetic + Headcanon : Dogs & Fennec Foxes & Jun

dojun doesn’t understand why exactly he keeps getting bitten by his girlfriend’s pets, because aren’t their pets supposed to love them more then...oh i don’t know, attempt constantly to bite their fingers off? 

Premise: Dojun explores why exactly he gets all the hate from his girlfriend’s pets, and the reason why he actually does endure them Word Count: 515 words A/N: mentions of @fmdxchaeyeon

the first time he meets mark, clearly--the golden retriever shows its affection for him by almost taking his fingers off.

clearly-- its an issue with him, because mark is an angel to practically and almost everybody.

everybody except for dojun, and dojun thinks that perhaps its jealousy.

jealousy is an accurate assessment as he finds his shoes chewed to bits each time he stays over at chaeyeon’s place, and jun knows that its on vengeful purpose, because there was no way that chaeyeon wouldn’t have trained mark not to take shoes as his next favourite marking territory or to use his sneakers as a chew toy for the next hot minute.

he ends up walking back home barefoot. because there was no way he was going to walk home with dog slobber on his feet and toes peeking through the holes in his shoes.

but he’s nice, and its treats in return for shoes broken beyond repair that he brings the next time he comes to chaeyeon’s house. except that there’s yet another problem. perhaps its him once more, or that there’s something wrong with chaeyeon’s pets and all, but even the fennec fox that’s usually tame hates him like vice. 

are his fingers that nice to chew? he considers tearing out some of his hair just in exchange to understand the cogs working under those tiny brains of his girlfriend’s pets. 

jealousy. it has to be. he convinces himself as he stares at the dog and the fox curled up against his girlfriend, one guarding her legs like a guardian statue, the other comfortably curled in her arms, both lifting up their head simultaneously to fix their glowing, almost vengeful stares right at him as soon as he crossed the threshold of their line limits.

stupid dog, stupid fox. he’s all sour as he sits at the table, far away from his girlfriend, unable to hold her or touch her or even come close to her in fear of large, snapping teeth, and small, sharp claws. his arms still throbbed from the time that Artemis had clawed his arms out of vengeance, and his toe still throbbed from when Max vengefully stepped on his toes for getting a little too close for comfort.

was he and chae really destined to only interact with each other outside her home? dojun refused entirely to believe that. nothing was impossible, nothing was ever impossible as long as he set his heart to it. 

one day he’d either get back at those pets and earn their trust, or one day held be able to sneak around them, quiet and fast enough to steal a kiss of a hug from his girlfriend within the premises of her home before any of her animal guardians could physically attempt to separate them.

some would ask him--why make such an effort? why all the heartache and the physical pain of getting his fingers endangered? 

the answer was pretty simple.

because love was about tolerance as well as companionship, and since he loved chae, that was just merely a small price to pay. 

[rottengalzsworld]

I'm Lost Without You.

"I'm sorry.." "Let's end this.."

I wonder when it started. When did we lost our spark? When did our relationship fell apart? When did we fall out of love? Or rather.. where did his love go?

We're childhood friends. We have been neighbors for who knows how long. My parents and his are the best of friends. Like literally. Both my mom and dad and his. They even want us to get married if only one of us is a girl. We couldn't careless over such things since we were still kids that time. I remember he always comes over to play everyday. Laughing, Sleeping, Eating.. we did that together. We went on the same elementary he was my saviour when I'm being bullied. At the same time I was his teacher and I taught him everything about academics.

High school started we went on the same school. Again. Same grade, Same section, and year. Since were always together our classmates teases us as husband and wife. It didn't seem to bother him so I just went on with it too. I forgot this is also the stage where we get curious about almost everything. Sexuality. Relationship. Love. Pleasure. One day while walking home after school he told me he wanna come over. I said "Yeah. Sure." I wasn't thinking of anything else since I'm use to him being always in our house. We went inside. No one's home. "Go on to my room first. I'll get us some snacks and drinks" I said. He nodded and went ahead. I brought some cookies and juice. As I went inside my room he's lying on my bed. Faced down. "Hey. I brought some cookies" he gave me a moan as an answer. I sat down on the floor and leaned my back against my bed. He suddenly got up took his bag and started rummaging inside. "Ah! Found it!" He took out a somewhat called a dvd. "DOJUN! let's watch this!" He showed me what that dvd was about and to my surprise.. It was an adult dvd. "Wha-- where did you even get that?!" I asked embarrassingly. He smiled at me "Hehehe.. I saw this from my father's closet and I figured we should watch it together! Hihihi" he immediately put the dvd on and I had no choice but to watch it with him. Then like any other guy in puberty we reacted naturally. We weren't talking nor even glancing at each other. Too embarrassed of the situation. Haaah.. seriously.. why did we end up like this? I glanced at him and his all red and sweaty. His face screams pain. He's covering his crotch. 'Hehehe.. how cute' I thought to myself. "Could you quit staring at me? I'm getting uncomfortable" he's blushing so hard.. 'cute.. cute.. cute..' This side of him makes me wanna tease him more. And so I did. I slowly touched his arms. He shivered. "Wha- what the hell dojun!" He said while still blushing.. "What? You look like your in pain.. just wanna help you out." I said.. aah. He's so cute when he's embarrassed. "S-stop it.." he said.. ugh! I held both of his hands up. Went in front of him.. kissed him while un-buckling his pants. I don't know what came over me. But I can't stop myself. He was.. He kept on saying no.. but why do I feel like he doesn't mean it? I looked at him and stared.. "wh-what?" He asked nervously. "Heesoo.." I called out his name.. with a tone of hunger. I want him. What? Why? Why do I want him? He chuckled looked back at me and said "we've already gone this far.. don't leave me hanging now." After that I kissed him passionately.. started jerking both of our thing. Up and down. Twists and turns. Until we both came.

I kept on apologizing.. but he said it was okay and that he didn't hated it. But it didn't just end there. It happened multiple more times. It became a routine. Every time he comes over. We do it. I realized my true feelings for him when were talking about what we wanted to be in the future and what school were going to. When he said he wants to go to another state for college.. it pierced me. Thinking that I'm not gonna able to see him everyday.. kills me. And so our graduation came. I confessed my feelings. I told him that wherever he goes.. I'll go and that I like him.. more than just a friend. He was shocked. I expected as much. But he answered my feelings right then and there. "I thought I will never hear that from you" he smiled and hugged me. Not long after our parents knew about our relationship and they're all supportive.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. We graduated college and again together. After graduation we bought our own apartment and lived there. We both work and have separate but not so much different schedules. We see each other every weekends. Spend it like any other couple. After a year I was promoted as an executive. We celebrated it but things go downhill for the two of us after this. Higher rank means more work load. I come home late. Wake up early or sometimes too late. We see each other once per week or sometimes we don't. We haven't spent time with each other. And I think that's one of the reason why something changed. It was the night of our anniversary and I did whatever it takes to come home early. I brought flowers and his favorite sweets. As I arrived I saw his shoes. "He's here" I smiled and I looked at the time. I made it. "Heesoo? I'm ho-me.." I saw bags at the side of the entrance. What? Did someone came over? He was sitting on the couch. "Heesoo?" He stood up and came to me. Then I heard the words I have been wishing and hoping to never hear my entire life.

His head's down "I'm sorry.." his voice is shaking "L-let's end this.." That time my chest started burning. My back aches. My knees are losing strength. I'm getting lightheaded. I can't say anything. My voice won't come out. "Nothings wrong with you.. You.. did nothing wrong. It's.. it's me.." he said while still looking down. I wanna say something but my voice just won't come out. I want to ask him why? what's wrong? But none of those were heard. I was staring at him. Surprised. Hurt. Confused. "I'm going." He walked pass me. I can't move. My chest hurts. I can't breathe. He left. He really left. I don't understand what just happened. I can't process everything. I sat down and held my head. Trying to calm down and think. My heart beats so fast I can hear it. My vision is blurry. Tears started flowing.

2 weeks passed and I haven't heard anything from him. I tried calling his number but his phone's off. Messaging him but no reply. I've asked his mom where he could possibly be but she said she have no idea. Even his friends doesn't know where he is. Heesoo. Please. Come back to me.

6 months later.. I'm still working at the same company. And a horrible news came to me. Heesoo's mom called and told me that she know's where his son is. She said that heesoo is moving to another country. My heart is beating so fast. It's burning. My chest. The same sensation I had that day. She said that heesoo will be moving to America but she doesn't know where and that he's leaving today. I ran fast to my car. Drove to the airport. Ran inside. Looking for him. I'm out of breath but I didn't stop. Then I saw him. "HEESOO!" I shouted. He looked back to see where that voice came from. He saw me. I ran to him. "Dojun! What the hell are you doing here?!" I hugged him. Oh god. Thank you. I miss him so much. "Heesoo.. why are you leaving? Do you hate me that much?" I asked him tearfully. "No. Dojun. I don't hate you." He said. "Then why? Why are leaving? That time too. I'm sorry about everything. I promise.. I promise I'll make it up to you.. just.. just don't leave me.."

"I'm sorry.. but I can't" he said. "I have to do this dojun. We've always been together.. always behind each other's backs and coz of that I.. I grew to not live by myself anymore. And so when you got promoted and come home late I felt so lonely I could die." But isn't that a good thing? Atleast I know you can't live without me.

"I know what your thinking. It isn't a good thing dojun. I don't wanna be a hindrance for your growth.. your success.. specially.. I don't want to be a burden." What? What's he saying?

"Heesoo. You know your no--" I tried to say something but he cut me "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! Dojun.. this is not just a simple thing. I have to do this not just for me but for us. I don't want us to end up like my parents.." his parents?

"My dad can't live without my mom.. he became too clingy.. at first my mom finds it cute but as time goes it became troublesome. My dad gets jealous easily. Thinking every guy my mom talks to is her lover. I'm slowly being like that.. and I don't like it dojun!" He's starting to cry.. this is the first time I'm hearing this.. "I don't want our relationship to be like that.. That's why I ended it. After fixing myself I'm thinking of coming back to you. I know it's selfish. But for us to have a happily ever after.. I will do everything." Heesoo.. so he broke up with me because he wants to save.. us?

"I want to create a brand new story with you. Start a new relationship that'll last forever and for that to happen.. I have to reconstruct myself... *cries*" he caressed my face..

"I want to be a man that deserves to stand beside you.."

I'm horrible.. I made the person I love cry.

"Will you be able to wait for me?" He asked.. full of hope I'd say yes..

"Heesoo.." I took his hand off my face and held it.. then put it on my chest..

"Your the reason why this is still beating.. my heart will solely forever be yours." I said. My tears fell. One by one.

"I will wait for you.. no matter how long it takes. Just promise me you'll come back."

"I will. I promise. My love."

I kissed him. Hugged him. One last time.

I don't know how long it will take him. But that doesn't bother me. Coz I know he'll be back. Back to my arms.

As I stand here.. watching you go. Staring at your back walking further and further away.. Slowly being engulfed by the crowd of passengers. The burning in my chest fades away. It still stings but I know that this pain will turn into happiness. I just have to wait.

Heesoo.. The love of my life. My one and only. I'll always be here waiting for you. I love you.

[darkzorua100]

Well...I guess that answers my question on why tiny Takeru is speaking in episode 60. On that note, Takeru, it has been nice knowing you as a sane person. If you don’t end up going bat sh*t insane by the end of this or just flat out murdering Blood Shepherd, wow your mental pain tolerance is high and you are a very forgiving person.

Well it looks like episodes 60-63 can basically be summed up as the following: Soulburner is going to get mind f*cked so hard. Of course, we don’t actually know about 60 and 63 yet but since Young Takeru is speaking in 60 and the title for 63 is called “Transmigrating Flames”, pretty sure it is going to be Takeru/Soulburner focused episodes for the next few weeks. 

And I just like to say this right now, why is this even happening? What is actually going through Blood Shepherd’s head to think that it is a good idea to go through the memories of a trauma victim? If this is going to go the way I think it is going to go, Takeru is going to have to go through the Hanoi Project all over again. Seriously why is he doing this? The only reason he would be after Soulburner would be because of Flame and if he captured Soulburner, he would also have Flame. So unless Takeru gave Flame to Yusaku at the last second, there should be no reason why he would be going through his memories unless it is for sh*ts and giggles and if that’s the case, that is a whole new level of messed up. Unless SOL Technologies gave the order to make him do this, because they would be the ones to actually do that, Kengo Dojun, I’m going to look forward to the moment when Soulburner snaps and you are going to be burnt alive.

And that’s not even driving into the theory about if Takeru’s current memories are fake as well. I’m still calling for him to turn against Playmaker, if not from this, something in the future for sure, but if he actually is working for the ??? guy and he gave him fake memories, since the best way into fooling someone is to fool yourself first, and Blood Shepherd ends up messing that up and Takeru ends up remembering his mission, Yusaku might also end up getting screwed from this. He is going to end up dueling Go’s lackeys in 62 in order to rescue Soulburner but after that, who knows. If Soulburner ends up snapping in general from all this, he might just actually turn against Playmaker, just because he isn’t in the right state of mind or because he actually does turn, and we could actually get Playmaker vs Soulburner by the end of this. And if that’s the case, Yusaku is going to die. I don’t seen him beating Takeru, especially if he ends up going completely ballistic. 

Just these next few episodes are going to be treat, maybe not for Takeru, but I’m sure as hell going to enjoy this because I’m calling a snap to happen and when a snap happens in Yu-Gi-Oh, people are going to die.

[ema-bessho]

[ep 54] casualties and soldiers, enemies and their allies. wartime catches everyone up in its waves eventually.

Once upon a time, Dojun Kengo had been blind.

It had been such a blissful sort of ignorance. Peaceful. Optimistic. His greatest worry had been making sure he’d have enough to treat his mother to anything she wanted, to impress her with the newest advances.

He hadn’t realized, then, what potential AI held for disaster. Not until he’d experienced their failure firsthand, until the screech of folding metal rang like a chorus through his ears that even the sirens and his own voice, calling desperate for the woman who’d supported for him, sacrificed for him, couldn’t drown out.

The scales had been torn bloody from his bandaged eye.

Rogue, malfunctioning AIs weren’t an anomaly. They were a pattern, grasping at something that they could never be allowed to reach.

This wasn’t a job. This was a battlefield, and Blood Shepherd intended never to face defeat.

He’d embraced the war and found his enemies were so pathetically easy to fool. They hardly understood the concept of trickery, couldn’t willfully navigate the nuances of deceit. If he gave them a three count, they honestly believed that he’d hold to it.

They didn’t deserve free will- they hardly deserved even a mind. AIs were fools.

(And half of the time, he thought, looking over fool after fool and tool after tool, tricked by the promise of three and startled with action on two- humans were no better. Blind, the lot of them all.)

Who decided what an AI said was accurate? Who decided when it spoke, and who decided when it had said enough?

The one who controls it, thought Kengo, loading his newest weapon into his duel disk and standing to answer that Zaizen’s call. He’d seized fine victories, until now- but the war was truly to begin. He’d show no mercy.

[feykijung]

` * ∞ undertaking

@feydojun:

“aw, hyung, are you worried?” dojun can’t help neither his teasing tone or the amused smirk on his lips with kijung’s question. even though the witch is more than certain that the vampire isn’t someone has coldhearted as he seems to be at first glance and the fact that their… friendship is mostly based on them bickering with each other, it still comes as a little surprise that kijung would be so forward like that — but then maybe it shouldn’t be considering that kijung is blunt about pretty much everything else. and of course that dojun can’t help but answer that honest concern with more teasing. “cute.”

at least at first because in the next moment he’s serious again, or more like nonchalant about the whole thing in an attempt to really express how much he doesn’t think any of this is that much of a big deal. “but really, it’s going to be fine. i’m not a defenseless human, you know.”

maybe it’s because dojun is a little too arrogant, the reason why he doesn’t seem nervous about walking into a vampire bar to see if he could get someone willing to share him some blood because he has this potion commissioned and he needs that ingredient, assuming that due to witch blood not being as tasty to vampire as any other species’ then there’s no other way that they had to harm him — or more like they won’t even bother to harm him anyway — or how he trusts the protective amulet under his shirt that will keep warn him about ill intent and give a way out for the witch.

of course that he could’ve just asked kijung for it even if he isn’t quite sure if he’d accept it — probably would’ve considering the other option is having dojun be this “dangerous” situation —, besides it just feels a little wrong to ask the other for it. it feels like he’d be taking advantage of whatever they have between them — friendship, what they have between them is called friendship. moreover, he’d have to explain why exactly he needs that for and he knows kijung will give him that judgmental look when dojun would just shrug and say he has no idea (and technically he really doesn’t because it doesn’t concern him what his costumers do after he delivers what they payed for).

instead he’ll receive the judgemental look now while kijung is serving as his (unnecessary) bodyguard in this vampire bar. “besides, i’m too cute for any of them to harm anyway.” he adds completely serious.

“so.” he says as soon as he’s done making sure that everything is in place. “are you going in with me or what?”

at least dojun calls him hyung. kijung takes comfort in this fact; that despite all of his teasing and obnoxious antics, the brat that is ahn dojun addresses him, a highschooler to the eye, with a term of respect. that’s about as far as it goes though, because dojun runs his mouth incessantly. cute, he says, and kijung’s jaw tightens, as it always does in the face of that word. “don’t patronize me,” he warns him, though he doubts it’ll deter dojun.

is he worried? that seems like a stretch. he and dojun aren’t close. kijung holds most at arms length, and ahn dojun isn’t a special exemption, as much as kijung is sure he’d like to think so. he doesn’t consider him a friend; kijung has one best friend, now an eternal one. he doesn’t need more friends than that. in fact, he’d rather not have more, at least of the mortal variety. however, something befalling dojun would be unfortunate. if he happened to die, kijung isn’t sure he would mourn, but it would be...sad. unfortunate. inconvenient. all of the above.

“i’m not worried about you,” he assures him. “i just know you’ll do something stupid. don’t take me down with you.” kijung has too much to lose. it’s easier to worry about that than admit he cares about dojun getting hurt from this grand scheme. 

not a defenseless human. “that’s what i’m worried about,” kijung grumbles. “don’t start a fight.”

kijung rolls his eyes, and doesn’t bother telling dojun that if he was actually cute it might be cause for concern. (he doesn’t bother telling him the nature of some vampires that frequent places like this-- vampires like his sire that harmed him for that very reason. cute. even more than 300 years later, he nearly shudders.)

he sighs. truthfully, kijung doesn’t want anything to do with this. he wants to let dojun crash and burn on his own, but he’s already accompanied dojun this far; he might as well see it through with the hope that his presence will dissolve any conflict before it gets a chance to start.

“fine,” he begrudgingly agrees. “what are you hoping to get out of this again?”

[dojunie]

swimming for dummies (ljn) Will it be updated?

YES!!!!! im actually really really close to finishing pt 1!!!!! i've been working on it on and off all week, especially today, and im nearly done with the last scene :D i think i will probably post a new teaser bc so much has changed about it that the original teaser is kind of outdated now :DDD

thank you for asking!! im so excited to post it LOL

[yujinfey]

electric/turquoise

— DOJUN⋆ˊˎ

dojun hums, plays with his half empty cup on his hand. “been good.” he answers, takes a sip of his drink. “got into art school and now i’m trying to find a roommate so i can move out from my mom’s since i want to be a little more independent.” actually dojun could very easily move out on his own, but then for the kind of apartment that he wants to rent it’s much better for him to find someone to share the rent, makes it cheaper and gets him to save even more money — that he doesn’t really need considering how his parents could help him with it and the money he makes with his commissions is more than enough but saving more is never too much. besides, his mom is always complaining that he doesn’t have enough friends anyway, this could be a nice way to get to know someone new.

“how about you?” dojun smiles, shifts on his seat so he’s also facing yujin more.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ —

his cheeks are already flushed from the alcohol, but his words only seem to make the color stand out more, ducking his head a bit with a smile. “maybe the dim lights are doing me justice. or you’re just as kind as i remember you being,” he says, letting out a little laugh, his eyes shining, glimmers of light like flecks of flames, reflected and burning in his irises. yujin takes a break to sip from his drink, finishing off the liquid and leaning to place it at his feet, just so he can have his hands free.

he fiddles with his rings, the smile on his lips never really fading. “it’s kind of remarkable we haven’t, since i’m sure i’ve been to every one. though.. lately, i’ve been getting too into the punch, you know?” chuckling quietly, his knee starts bouncing, unable to stop moving. “haven’t been remembering much, been waking up on.. rooftops.. park benches,”

he stares out into the distance as he thinks about it, about early mornings with the sky still pink and lavender, birds chirping in the trees, and he’s still in his leather pants from last night. he letsmore of a laugh at his own words, though it feels emptier then the other bits of laughter that had fallen from his lips that evening.

yujin watches as he brushes the space the punch might have gone, and in the low lighting, he couldn’t really see any stains if he wanted to, anyways, though he assumes the bright color would make an impression if it had gotten on them. hearing about him getting into art school makes him brighten considerably, grinning at him. “that’s so amazing! i bet you’ve only gotten more talented since high school. you have to show me your stuff. you know— if you want. i’d really like to see it,”

he raises an eyebrow when he says he wants to move out, humming a bit and mulling over his next question, just how he’d been since high school. he slumps down a bit more on the couch, letting himself sink in.

“i moved out, actually. after high school. though my parents still— you know,” he waves his hands and lets out a puff of air, unsure how to word it without feeling his throat try to tighten up. “they own it. the apartment. i get freedom but i think they just wanted me.. out of the way? just waiting around for them to tell me they need me for something,” he takes a moment, eyes looking away from dojun, to the lights shifting on the wall.

“just wasting time until they decide to let me take over the business. no real.. choice there. they don’t want me working or going to college since that’s what i’ll be doing, so. yeah. i’ve just been doing.. this. to pass the time,” he says, hands going up to gesture to the party, to everything, like that held all of the answers.

looking back to him, he tries to provide a tiny little smile, though there is still evidence of hurt lingering in his eyes that he can’t quite get to go away as quickly as he wants. “so.. if you want a place to crash sometimes, i don’t mind. it’s kinda lonely at my place anyways. don’t be a stranger, okay? plus! you gotta show me your art. if you want. i can’t believe you got into art school— that’s so cool. i, um. sometimes i take dance classes. late at night at some studios around here,”

@feydojun​

[hwanduu]

july 9, 2022 ㅡ 11:50PM

i love him. i truly do. 

i haven’t been in love in a long while until recently. recently? well it’s been awhile but still recent to me ㅎ truthfully, being with him makes me realized that perhaps, all this time, i didn’t know what love is until i met him. he made me feel a new way of love that i didn’t know exist. 

i didn’t know i had in me to love this hard honestly. i had always been scared of such romantic connections after all. the thing is with lee dojun, i have always been certain. the answer is always clear and it’s to be with him right from the start. i used to doubt a lot. whether to pursue or not people who feels romantically to me. there’s always games.. there’s always cautions because i always fall hard and that always end badly.

but things feel calm and safe with him. always.

god, i love him so much there’s nothing else to describe how much love i have for this person ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

why am i even crying over feeling so much joy.. man i really am loosing it. 

either way, i really am in love.

i really do love him. 

[allboutheyaoi]

"im just a little worried on how fargo is gonna execute the plot coz c’mon we ALL know she’s very bad at it." my god. amen.

i only speak the truth hunnie

[dojunie]

misdial ch5 is coming this week :3 days prepare urself for 14k of............ more build up!!!! because after this, things will definitely be changing for mc and jeno...

plus i will be answering the rest of the asks in my inbox!!!