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@the1864thregression
Clg is stressful I hereby announce this blog as officially 18+
Some fics will be nsfw and I will be writing my thirsts for the ORV characters here!
I can write all characters EXCEPT THE ONES UNDER THE age of 18!! (It will mostly be kimcom at the start tho)
Some fics might be cringe and they're mostly ×reader inserts unless specified otherwise but I don't really care because I need a release from my classes I need to write smut !
SCAM ALERT
Hello everyone this is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, pls I hope you bring it to the staff's attention @staff
I think I was just almost scammed, or it did work since I ended up sharing my real name and email connected to this account
It all started because of this user @ghostvesselz who contacted me because of an accidental report they made. Im posting all the screenshots below:
Obviously I tried to help. I really did and contacted the person who was posing to be the Tumblr staff on discord according to the picture. They asked me for my email and also real name and country and such
Which is my fault as well as I should've seen it was suspicious, but I asked @ghostvesselz about it and I got this answer:
Also yes I had to share my latest transactions with them and then I was suddenly asked to do pay 500$ :
I DO NOT HAVE THAT KIND OF money so naturally I atp I snapped out of my panic enough to reasearch and YES TUMBLR STAFF DO NOT ASK FOR MONEY. THEY NEVER DO FOR APPEAL. THIS IS A SCAM !!! Furthermore I was being threatened for an arrest warrant and fine upto a million ?????! Is this normal @tumblr @staff
I blocked that discord account but please share this. It's important to let as many people know about this as u can !!
I am not sure if the user @ghostvesselz is naive or if they are in on it. Please DO NOT harrass them!!!
Any advice on this situation would be HIGHLY APPRECIATED.
Third base is getting stabbed in the stomach and slumping forward with your chin on their shoulder and blood dripping from your mouth
Y'all know who it is I'm not even gonna bother writing it.
Live action Yoo Joonghyuk outfit analysis:
Conclusion: movie Yoo Joonghyuk is doing a Kim Dokja cosplay
His fuckass running pose is killing me
Insolent fools don't know that the scriptwriter is Han Sooyoung and what we're seeing is SSSSS+ Grade Omniscient Reader.
The apocalypse has started. Jung Heewon is now called Kim Dokja's Gun. Kim Dokja discarded the laws of physics and made a piston out of a ground rat's spine. Lee Sunshin gives Kim Dokja the stigma Song of the Gun. Kim Dokja shoots down a fire dragon with his Unmissable Faith. Kim Dokja shoots at the absolute throne until it cracks. Kim Dokja gifts Jung Heewon a flame thrower that screams every time it senses evil. Kyrgios either wields a AK-47 ten times bigger than him, or a piston you could crush with fingers. He shoots at a huge man's penis rather than cut it off. Cheok Junghyeong has a gun whose bullets could blast mountains into two and cut rivers in half. Yoo Joonghyuk shoots at the outer god with his piston. Yoo Joonghyuk shoots at the ground when he is happy. Lee Hyunsung is called Steel Gun and can turn into a gun.
"Let's meet again Yoo Joonghyuk" *BANGBANG*
this is the funniest fucking thing to ever happen why does yoo joonghyuk have a glock. breaking the sky gun technique, shoot at the fucking sun.
Uriel 🫶
i will never be over this
sorry another bald tshirt post that came to me last night
Panel redraw
sangah ssi......i wanted her to wear a fedora but alas...
You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. Cabin 3807, of line 3 in Seoul to be exact.
In that cabin is a regressor.
You are here to slay him.
If you don't, it will be the end of the world.
The end of the world? What are you talking about?
Maybe he's going to end the world because you're trying to kill him.
Can't someone else do this?
[Silently proceed to the cabin]
[Turn around and leave]
Note: Massive spoilers for both novels as the story progresses! (Block #orv stp au)
"Maybe he's going to end the world because you're trying to kill him."
That’s an interesting thought, however, we are running out of time.
Let’s look at the facts. Regressors are dangerous. In the process of experiencing countless lifetimes, he’s discarded countless companions and countless worlds. Sometimes he just kills.
It is because he’s dangerous that he’s trapped inside cabin 3807. He must be slayed.
And how do I know this?
…
…That’s not important.
What is important is the scenario before you: If the regressor leaves the cabin, the world will end, and there is no changing that.
Unless of course, you do your job and slay him.
The end of the world? What are you talking about?
Can't someone else do this?
Forget it. I'm not doing this.
Have you considered that maybe I'm okay with the world ending?
[Silently proceed to the cabin]
[Turn around and leave]
"Have you considered that maybe I'm okay with the world ending?"
No one wants the world to end.
There are very evil beings in the world who might wish for that kind of ■■, but you're not one of them... are you?
...are you?
The end of the world? What are you talking about?
Can't someone else do this?
Forget it. I'm not doing this.
What did you just say? ■■ ? What does that mean?
[Proceed to the cabin]
[Turn around and leave]
“What did you just say? ■■? What does that mean?”
Are you curious?
There are various names for it.
Some say it is the end of every story and the beginning and the beginning of every story.
Some say it is the absence of change, or even the universe itself.
All of these interpretations aren’t wrong. This symbolizes the ‘end’ of something.
In the first place, there isn’t a proper noun capable of communicating ■■ in the proper sense. It is natural since your choices are different, the name of the ‘end’ is different.
Of course, your ■■ is that of a hero who saves the world.
We can’t waste any more time with definitions. The world is in danger.
You must go and slay the regressor.
The end of the world? What are you talking about?
Can't someone else do this?
Forget it. I'm not doing this.
[Proceed to the cabin]
[Turn around and leave]
[Proceed to the cabin]
You make your way up the short path to the cabin. As though it were missing the rest of the subway, the lone section of it sits at the top of the hill. You’ll find the regressor within.
Be careful.
He will lie, he will cheat, and he will do everything in his power to stop you from slaying him. Don’t believe a word he says.
“We’re not going to go through with this right?” the Fragment of the Reader asks. “He’s a regressor. If we try to slay him, won’t he just regress? Is there any point to this?”
Ignore him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
…..
You proceed further.
The exterior of the cabin is dull and lifeless. The paint is all but faded; rust lining the edges of its steel. The light refracts from the windows in such a way that the interior is entirely filtered.
The only thing of note is an unbreakable blade, placed precariously against the wall.
The blade is your implement. You’ll need it if you want to do this right.
[Take the blade]
[Enter the cabin]
[Enter the cabin]
The door to the cabin creaks open, revealing an interior shrouded in shadow. The light cuts through it as you step inside.
This is an oppressive place. The air feels heavy and still, and dust lays thick on the surface of every seat.
If the regressor really lives here, then slaying him is doing him a favor.
His voice, tired and worn, calls out.
"...who's there?"
You lock eyes with him. There is a heavy chain around his neck and wrist, binding him like a collar to the rails of the subway.
The Fragment of the Reader lets out a small gasp.
"His face... even living in all this filth couldn't hide his good looks."
Don't drop your guard. Even killers can be handsome.
You're playing a dangerous game by coming here unarmed.
I'm here to save you.
(Lie) I'm here to save you!
Hey. Some bastard wants me to slay you.
I just want to talk.
[Silently inspect his chains.]
i hate when i go to read about kim dokja and kim dokja is there
happy late birthday to lee seolhwa (jan 2)
kim dokja and his shaggy hair he doesnt want to bother spending money to cut it. kim dokja and his egg-on-rice dinner fives days in a row because he doesnt know any other recipes. kim dokja and his cheap ikea* bookshelf that only have his uni textbooks in them and nothing else. kim dokja and the christmas ornament he stole from the store one day just because the anime figurine guy looked like yjh even though he doesnt have anywhere to put it.
Hi, hi, hi! Love your work! If you so kindly can, could we get some more pre-apocalypse, Dokja...? Specifically, him coming home after work from Minosoft to his s/o welcoming him back with some cute kisses...? Thank you!
He hates long days.
There are times when the days pass in a blur and times when the seconds crawl by like a persistent itch that won't stop pestering him no matter how much he scratches it. Every few minutes or so, he glances up at the clock and then gets disappointed when he sees that there are hours, minutes, and seconds left to go.
The days feel too long and he goes to work every day waiting for the moment he can go home.
When the clock hits six o'clock, he leaves his seat, dashing out of the office before everyone else. No point in lingering in a place where no one would care about his presence.
He texts you before heading home, on the way to the train, while sitting on the train, and on the walk back home from the station. A few times before, he offered to go home with you, but you turned him down with the sweetest of smiles. You always insist that you meet each other at home, citing the double distance he'd have to take if he did that.
He accepts your consideration because it'd upset you to see him going out of his way for you. Never mind that his heart aches more when he has to wait longer to see you.
At least today, you're home ahead of him. His steps hurry at the thought. You texted him about going grocery shopping earlier, your plans for dinner, and how long it would take for him to be home. All mundane questions, but his heart races at the thought.
Being with you. You. You.
He fumbles with the key when he opens the door, cursing under his breath. This is a day like no other, he shouldn't be in a rush for something so simple. But his body moves on its own, foreign to the logic of his mind.
"I'm home—"
You greet him before he gets the chance to search for you. With a hug that almost drags him under, you chase away his train of thoughts, making his chest warm at the feeling of your embrace. "Welcome home!"
He laughs, the sound is so soft and affectionate to his ears, that he doesn't know how he can manage to do it. "Thanks," he squeezes you in his arms but dares not to linger for too long when he feels you pulling back. Before he has the chance to feel disappointed by losing your warmth, you press a soft peck on his cheek, blanking his thoughts once more.
"Come on, accompany me while I make dinner," you grin, tugging him towards the kitchen, "I'm cooking up something special today."
"I feel worried," he teases but all he feels is the warm mush of his inside. "Should we call the doctors beforehand...?"
You usher him towards the chair at the dining table, shushing him with a wave of your hand. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm an amazing cook." You say that with your chest puffed and an all-too-proud smile that melts whatever's left of his heart.
"Even the greatest of cooks needs a sous chef sometimes," he remarks with a dry smile, but it falters when you kiss him again on the other cheek.
"Just stay there and look pretty," you bounce back to the kitchen, leaving him a jumbled mess where he sits.
A retort is already at the tip of his tongue, but when he watches you at work, it comes out quieter than expected, "Yes, ma'am..." Dokja doesn't know what witchery you weave, but it always works so effectively on him.
And if he's being honest, he sees no reason to resist it.
