Nomadic_Dwarf
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Ceiling of Stars by Nomadic_Dwarf
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
03 Dec 2025
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An eternity alone can change a person. Kim Dokja knows this better than anyone.
Even in the safety of the new world, he can’t sleep without the gnawing fear of dreaming again—of salvation, of safety, of comfort.
Yoo Joonghyuk, who has crossed lifetimes to reach him, now faces a single, endless task: to anchor a god who is afraid of his own dreams.
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Lavender Beneath the Ruins by Nomadic_Dwarf
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
04 Sep 2025
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Yoo Joonghyuk knew how to kill. How to obey. How to survive. It was the only certainty left, the only clear thought in a life controlled by others.
But when he's sent to track down Kim Dokja—the only connection to his lingering humanity—he’s forced to face the truth carved into his bones and blood:
Everything he touches falls apart.
And Yoo Joonghyuk has never been able to protect the people he loves.
"It was you that had become my reason to live."
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Chronology of Bruises by Nomadic_Dwarf
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
22 Jun 2025
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Over the years, Yoo Joonghyuk has taken more injuries than his body knows what to do with. They haunt his dreams, leave him sleepless and aching.
Lucky for him, a certain squid knows how to help.
Or: a lesson in tea, touch, and warmth.
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If you asked Yoo Joonghyuk what he thought of Kim Dokja, he would say...he didn't know.
Kim Dokja was something of an enigma—powerful, maddeningly unreadable. Still, he held people gently, soft and nurturing where no one else was. He was the worst kind of person—a bastard that gave parts of himself to protect the people he loved most.
Today, Yoo Joonghyuk would realize just how much Kim Dokja was willing to sacrifice to keep his loved ones safe.
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Of Worn Petals and Half-Memories of You by Nomadic_Dwarf
Fandoms: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
23 May 2025
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When the first petal tumbled from his lips, thin and white, Dokja knew exactly who it was for.
The one person who had been his anchor through years of pain. The same person who exposed his life to the world.
His mother.
In the quiet, Dokja crumbled apart.