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runningoncaffeine · 8 months ago
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Just thinking about how happy Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung will be when they find out that in all other universes, they live close to Kim Dokja
A lot of the of the No Scenario AUs have the kids as Kim Dokja’s neighbors or kids who live near by and have strangely taken a liking to him
And I think SYS and LGY would love that if they knew, that in those other possible universes, their Ahjussi/Hyung is still there and they can talk to him about bugs they found in the park, a neighbourhood stray cat or dog they feed, discuss homework with, talk about things at school with Kim Dokja not really understanding cause he’s in this late twenties thirties and basically being his unofficially adopted kids
I just think it is lovely
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7clubs · 1 year ago
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you are right here with me and yet i mourn you
[ID from alt: Rough, greyscale drawing of Yoohankim, all of them with tired faces and closed eyes. Dokja is in the middle in bright white light while Joonghyuk and Sooyoung are at each side of him in dark grey, both holding unto him, with Joonghyuk cradling the back of Dokja's head and pressing their temples together while Sooyoung rests her head on Dokja's shoulder. Tears stream down their cheeks as Dokja's figure seems to disintegrate in their embrace. End ID]
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myfckingnameisnuwanda · 11 months ago
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Mandatory Christmas Post (Yoohankim)
Yoo Joonghyuk gives Kim Dokja a backpack with a leash, the one for avoiding children running away, and a dagger to Han Sooyoung.
Han Sooyoung gives Yoo Joonghyuk a handwritten note that reads “Get Therapy”, and to Kim Dokja, a new light novel. Also handwritten, of course.
Kim Dokja gives Han Sooyoung a paper clip. Yoo Joonghyuk receives a rare item he didn’t even know existed.
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dreadark · 10 months ago
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I just realized lee jihye's final attribute is "monarch of the great sea"
and the title of the 999th turn's kim namwoon is... "monarch of the great abyss"
he literally named himself after his forty thousand year old crush...
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strawberri-draws · 11 months ago
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Currently reading the orv webtoon (literally so good, big fan of dokja and his blorbos) but for the life of me cannot figure out where to read/get the completed English translation of the actual novel? Not even Reddit would tell me y’all 😔 Sad day.
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runningoncaffeine · 1 year ago
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Do you think HSY was hoping KDJ would take care of himself? Like even a little bit cause she knew this guy was living on convenience store lunches but if by chance he had a good day or a bit of extra cash to spend, he’d go buy himself some healthy food and cook? Cause she knows he looks up to YJH and would want to try because he’s read about YJH cooking and give it a go himself??
Han Sooyoung made Yoo Joonghyuk a good cook because Kim Dokja didn't eat well during his life
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slowd1ving · 3 months ago
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Hello can u write a Dokja x Medusa!male!reader please
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HOW TO TRAIN YOUR GORGON ゜゜・KIM DOKJA
'You listening, Dokja? Maybe if you followed the guides for dealing with intelligent species like this one, you wouldn't be in such a stupid mess.' yall think aegis can be used as a different sort of barrier?!?! sorry anon this is less mythology centric than i planned icl art by @ 1L9l2Aa8UCL0IGJ (blackbox) on x! pairing: kim dokja + male reader warnings: canon typical danger, mentions of self-sacrifice wc: 2.9k
ORV MASTERLIST
MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION
There exist several unspoken rules when interacting with the particularly volatile species integrated onto Planetary System 8612. Most ‘monsters’ are unable to effectively communicate with the main intelligent species in the domes, thus are doomed for imminent slaughter. However, exceptions like the catalyst behind these reports must be treated with particular regard. 
Guidelines will serve you well in the coming days, reader. If you’ve accessed these reports, it probably means the days are bleak and you’ve encountered one of these species. One thing is for certain; if you are reading this, you will survive your encounter with a gorgon. 
< Observation log, section 1 > (Relative Earth time 21/◼◼/20◼◼)TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDING
‘Rule number one: if possible, do not engage with a gorgon. Though, considering your perusal of these records, it seems this was not successful on your end. Better luck next time!’
‘Sooyoung-ah, don’t be ru—’
Avoidance was always a good policy when it came to the apocalypse. It saved time, toil, and lives—much like a vaccine helped one bypass a virus. But one couldn’t rely on it entirely; neither vaccine nor evasion was infallible after all. 
‘If they were, these records would not need to exist.’
And for humans, their biggest hamartia was their ignorance. Nerve cells could only do so much to detect dangerous stimuli and trigger a reflex for flight. If the hazard was less obvious, much more innocuous, then the poor human would only be wading into quicksand if they weren’t smart enough. Right before getting devoured. 
‘Of course that squid was the blind one who got us into this mess.’
Just like these unspoken rules, it was de facto that Kim Dokja was unlucky. Unfortunate. Ill-destined. However you chose to put it, the man was born under a cursed star, which meant that the stranger sitting across from him in the park was naturally part of his jinx as well. 
“What are you staring at?” Unlike the squid wearing his stupidly pristine coat, the man sitting on the bench facing him appeared to be a student: civilian wear and a lanyard still around your neck, like you’d frozen in time these past few months. Glasses rested on your nose, which you pushed up each time they slipped—even if they moved only minutely. 
Perhaps you were nervous, but the caustic indifference in your tone suggested it was an unlikely possibility. 
“Ah, sorry. I have a habit of looking at interesting people,” he laughed your question off, but the lack of information on you, coupled with the fact he didn’t recognise who you were, gave him the answer he needed. You weren’t a part of the original novel. “Uh, it’s a nice park, isn’t it? Lovely statues.”
You glanced at the reader, unimpressed. Just like that handsome bastard, there was that same impassive scowl plastered on your face. But as soon as he’d mentioned the sculptures scattered around this surprisingly lush pocket of Seoul, your face had softened somewhat. 
“Art major?” he probed, for there was something about your gaze that drew words from his mouth. Or perhaps it was just how surreal this scene was: someone enjoying the park like anyone before the paid service began, just some guy taking a breather from classes with a thick, bound book beside him. 
A ballpoint pen, rather than a sword or any other weapon. Blue ink, instead of bloody atrament. 
You were a part of this world, yet detached from it all. 
“No, chemistry,” you said. Deadpan, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m specialising in geochemistry. Rocks, soil, minerals. Humans do so underappreciate what goes on beneath their feet.”
Specialising. Present tense. Not specialised. 
Humans: like you were utterly detached from anyone and everyone. 
His breath caught in his throat.
The urging of constellations reminded him of just the situation he was in—about to run out of time in this sub-scenario, where hordes of monsters would soon swarm. Right in this very park. 
“Listen, you’ll need to get out of here soon—there’s going to be swarms of insect-like creatures here in, uh, five minutes give or take. You’ll be in danger if you can’t fight,” he swallowed. A look of disdain flickered in your eyes, and his head throbbed with how much your expressions resembled that sunfish bastard’s. You’re the idiot, your brows indicated, while the set of your mouth held only one question: who said I couldn’t fight? In the same strand of thinking, the sudden curdle of your shoulders—hunched, guarded—seemed to gesture and who are you to tell me that?
‘If only you knew back then.’
In short, you could fight. You could fight, and you were absolutely terrifying to watch. 
“Aegis,” you whispered, and the statues seemed to continue in susurration with you as the air warped in on itself. Dokja was thrown back by the shockwave as the space rippled—all in time for the main guests of the sub-scenario to arrive. 
Insect mutations. 
They crashed right into the distortions. A barrier. You’d set up an impenetrable defence in less time it took for him to draw breath, only for him to keel over behind you instead. Wow. Okay. He could still work with that. 
“What are you—”
“Silence.” It would’ve stung less if you just told him to shut up instead, but from the very get-go you were never particularly nice. Kind? Somewhat, in the sense you’d viewed him as some useless, bumbling fool that would be better off behind the translucent shield you’d conjured. But nice? No, from the very beginning, you were never nice. 
‘Deserved.’
That was fine. Bearable. Still in the realms of believability. 
For Kim Dokja, the shock came after watching your hand raise to your face to slip your glasses off. From the back, he could no longer see the stern expression you no doubt wore. But he wasn’t focused on your face, but rather the warmth of the day instantly seeping from the molecules. 
Time itself froze, and the insects did too. 
No one breathed, and not a singular sound rang out—save something hissing. A tire, perhaps, but nobody was fool enough to simply drive cars during the apocalypse. 
Then came the stirring of your clothes. It was a breeze only you felt, rippling and undulating until your hair moved too. Except it wasn’t the wind that hissed, nor was it the wind that wafted the coils. No, they twisted into thicker, scaly locks—snake-like, except these were snakes suddenly attached to your head. It was no longer a simile, nor was it a metaphor. 
You had fucking snakes in your hair. 
His breathing was shallow; in the sudden frigid climate, those puffs crystallised and condensed in small white clouds. 
And what of those insects?
His eyes flicked back to the ground shakily, to where the arthropods lay crumbling. Statues, like the ones he’d complimented brief minutes ago. Pearlescent marble—no, stone. Your glasses were still grasped tight in your hand, and he knew if you turned to meet his wide-eyed stare he’d be next. But, alas—
“Who… are you?” 
‘And this is how Kim Dokja put his foot in his mouth and demonstrated his exceptionally poor luck.’
< Observation log, section 2 > (Relative Earth time 24/◼◼/20◼◼)TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDING
‘Rule number two: do not stare into the eyes of a gorgon. Don’t even look, except for when there are protective measures in place. Case one: a blindfold. Case two: glasses, which he literally wears every minute of the day save for when he’s sleeping. Dokja, do not sneak up on the man when he’s sleeping.’
‘Dokja, you suck.’
It wasn’t often you let down your guard, with writhing, clawing humans nonetheless. Pointing fingers to find the monsters under their beds and threatening their cities—when in fact it was their bellicose faults that doomed them. A self-made end, a fitting conclusion for the snake that bites its own tail. If you had ever been human once, these people shared more blood with the beasts than they thought. 
Point was: you didn’t particularly care for those who appeared to be like you. Bodies, soft and squishy from a life coddled in cities; smiles duplicitous and more monstrous than any snarl; and their thoughts, often more heinous than any demon. And despite their sins, they’d meander in life wrapped in the bliss of self-ignorance. Dead in their varying morals like shrouds of far-too different cloths. 
In this, no human was the same. This was the philosophy that alienated yourself from your sisters. 
This was also the philosophy that landed you in a warm, damp place—completely dark with something poking at your cheeks. Correction—even through the thin membrane and slightly thicker skin that covered your eyes, there appeared to be a dim redness seeping into the edges of blackness. It seemed your blood vessels were alit by some foolish beastling. Almost like the golden chariot was prancing afore your eyes, except only Aeos of the Dawn was trotting along your lash line with a proud toss of his shrunken head. 
Your fingers twitched inside your sleeping bag, but you forced a deep breath in before you could hear any hissing. 
Actually, you knew exactly who was prodding at your cheek with a frigid index finger; the faint brush of his scent gave him away almost instantaneously. 
“Kim Dokja. Are you an idiot?” you ground out, eyes still tightly shut to avoid turning this fool to stone. “I’ve already agreed to travelling with your circus, so I’d prefer you refrain from getting petrified.”
“You really do sound like him when you’re irritated,” he let out with a suppressed snort. 
“Aegis,” you whispered, and the impertinent hand ceased its movements. 
The barrier was not, in fact, activated. 
“Gave me a bit of a fright there,” he swallowed. “I just wanted to say, it’s fine if you open your eyes.”
“No,” you deadpanned. Though you couldn’t see the expression, you could feel your facial muscles twitch into an impassive wall. “Don’t involve me with your stupid plans to kill yourself off.”
“That’s not what I mean,” he corrected himself. Were all humans like this when you lived as one? “It just won’t work on me. Me alone, which is why I locked the door so no one could come in.”
“Why?” He was a fool like the rest of them—risking peril for a glimpse of cursed eyes. Like all of man, his hubris rested heavy on his shoulders. 
“I just want to see your smug face without any glasses.”
“You’re looking at it presently,” you argued. Though your ire was evident with your furrowed brows, he didn’t relent. Where was that puny man who’d trembled behind you at the sight of insects? More importantly, how had he changed so quickly?
“With your eyes open,” he clarified. He was more insane than anyone you’d ever met. 
“Does it really make a difference?” you stalled. “How can you be sure you won’t suffer the effects as every other human and beast does?”
“You care about me that much?” 
It was a quiet question. A tentative venture into teasing, yet strangely vulnerable. 
“You worried?” he echoed. It was a weak aegis of his own, already prepared to accept your scoff and firm no. 
“Fool.” Both the skin eyelids and the thin membrane unsheathed haunting irises. You already knew what you’d see in them—a milky sort of quality to their natural colouring, even without the extra membrane. Slit pupils dilated minutely at the sight of him, and his breath caught in his throat as you gazed upwards, unblinking. 
Fool. The word echoed in his mind, an answer to his question but not at the same time. 
I’m not worried. 
Peering, your claws gently grazed his face: almost a kiss, if a kiss left a slight sting behind.
“I’m always worried about you, Kim Dokja,” you murmured, and it was perhaps then that his heartbeat grew erratic. Staring into those pretty eyes of yours with your thumb tenderly swiping across his flushed cheekbones, it was no wonder he could taste his very pulse. “Remember our first meeting?”
“How could I forget?”
A back facing his hunched form, more dependable than the shield spreading and curling beneath your mighty palms. Snakes coiling down your back, but there was nothing scary about how they swayed like ribbons in the sunset. And finally those eyes, directly protecting him from the swarms of insects. 
No, perhaps it was then when the thrum of the organ grew somewhat more rapid. 
‘Glad you realised.’
< Observation log, section 3 > (Relative Earth time 03/◼◼/20◼◼)TRANSCRIPTION OF RECORDING
‘Rule number three: do not feed the snakes. Do not feed the snakes, Dokja. DO NOT FEED THE GODDAMN SNAKES.’
“Is Kim Dokja a masochist?”
The question, like most questions, came out of the blue. Such an innocuous, casual tone veiled your usual clipped syllables that Han Sooyoung found herself seriously internalising your words, before—
“What— koff— huh?” she spluttered against the sudden taste of her lemon candy, expression turning troubled, then incredulous. 
“Does he take pleasure in torturing himself?” you clarified, as though it were a matter of comprehension rather than tact. 
‘I knew what a masochist was! Why would he ask that?’
“If it’s Dokja, probably,” she coughed finally. Honestly, she’d pondered this very question herself—staring deadpan at the numerous deaths he’d experienced by his own plans. “Uh, just so we’re clear, why do you ask?”
“Is it normal to try to feed my snakes?” Definitely not.
“That… idiot did what?” she stared at the resident gorgon with quite the perplexed expression, but soon regained her composure. “No, not particularly. Are they… venomous?”
“Yes. Very much so. Please tell him to quit.”
Yet, despite all the half-hearted chidings of you and Sooyoung alike, your little snakes were beginning to grow fat and affectionate towards the man. You could feel something fundamental begin to shift, and it wasn’t a particularly pleasant feeling. 
< Observation log, section 4 > (Relative Earth time 14/◼◼/20◼◼)TRANSCRIPTION OF RECORDING
‘Rule number four: gorgon venom should not be ingested. If you are Kim Dokja, this applies perhaps most poignantly to you. You may be immune to its effects for whatever reason, but the venom is a nightmare to get out of clothing. Thanks.’
“An experiment?” 
Kim Dokja’s face didn’t change from his usual, vaguely blurred visage; but it wasn’t like snakes had particularly good eyesight regardless. “Yes. Would you be up for it?”
You’d agreed on a whim. Why the experiment was to take place in a closed room, you didn’t particularly know. Maybe humans encountering an apocalypse had special customs to adhere to. “I am familiar with experimental protocol in laboratories and practicals.”
“Would you like to help me upgrade my poison-immunity skill?”
You’d initially refused outright—struck dumb at how recklessly he treated his life. Every time you thought he was a fool, he proved himself even more foolish—a crazed endeavour if you ever saw it. 
Gorgon poison. Released in more diluted doses from the snakes on you, concentrated particularly in the bone-white fangs in your mouth. Like a vampire, Yoo Sangah had excitedly noted: much too excitedly for your liking. 
Bite me, he asked you. 
A pale wrist was held out cautiously in front of him. The air was no longer mere air, but an ancient altar dedicated to this sacrifice. Thus, you were the priest for this rite once more, but this time the ram carried the bronze knife itself. 
He’s an idiot, you seethed, yet you were too. 
For you suggested a less painful way of transferring venom, but he agreed. For you gently clasped his chin with razor sharp talons skimming the dermis of his throat, but he melted pliantly in your hands. For you leaned in with softened eyes, but his own simply fluttered shut in anticipation. 
You surged, pressing him against the cold cement of the wall. Air was robbed from his lungs as he gasped, but rather than pulling back his warm, human hands merely wrapped around your nape to meld your body against his. 
Why did his hands shake so? Was this not just an experimental procedure dedicated to strengthening a human? 
Despite your analytical mind, your eyes closed too—both membrane and skin—and you savoured the lingering taste of the meaty dinner he’d eaten, and the underlying flavour of him. Hot blood pumped beneath his fragile oral mucosa; your greedy, long tongue prodded his own to find just where his pulse thrummed the strongest. 
Ah, fuck, he thought dumbly; sloppily making out with you in a forgotten room was not how he’d envisioned this night, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Even as he winced with sharp pain when your fangs cut his lips, he couldn’t pull back—objective achieved but long forgotten. Those pesky, wandering hands of his clung onto your body when his head canted: deepening the kiss rather than wrapping up his poison exposure. 
Iron tainted his mouth. Dripping past the seams of desperate lips was the crimson mixture of blood and venom, dripping onto his sweater and corroding the very threads—yet Kim Dokja both did not notice and did not particularly care. 
But all good things came to an end. The two of you were met with an extremely exasperated Han Sooyoung at the door as she gave you a look, one that implied I expected better from you. For Dokja, the reserved expression was I expected this, to be honest. 
‘PDA is not appreciated during the apocalypse. Take that shit elsewhere.’
‘Thus, these reports can be summarily concluded in two points of advice: 
1. Unless you are Kim Dokja, do not attempt any of these activities with a gorgon. 
2. Simply don’t do what Kim Dokja does.’
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aomitois · 2 months ago
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*kicking my feet in excitement* i see that you're also enjoying alien stage.... yayyy!!! (i have tried and failed to get irl friends to watch it so i'm very glad to have a tumblr mutual who's into it) (it's literally so good) (also what's your favorite song so far)
*kicking legs and twirling phone cord back*
im in multiple orv servers and literally everyone there got into alien stage together like some sort of virus and they dragged me kicking and screaming HAHAHA (/joke i enjoyed it willingly)
now I'm trying to infect others 😈😈😈 posting all rounds to other friend playlists and stuff
CURE AND BLACK SORROW ARE SSOOOSOSOSO CATCHY???? i just keep listening on loop like a madman to both. and hum it everytime im becoming emo
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toast-of-eden · 1 year ago
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10 lines fic tag game
Got this from @kuroko99 who said i have no excuse not to (correct)
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
I WRITE SMUT, I AM TAGGING THIS MATURE. IF YOU'RE A MINOR STAY AWAY THANKS.
Vamphyuk WIP (ORV joongdok, dark paranormal romance, NSFW pwp)
Keeping his tone amiable, Kim Dokja casually inspected a viciously hooked stake, allowing the silver tip to gleam menacingly in the moonlight. "I suggest you reconsider your stance and answer the man. Joonghyuk hasn't fed properly in some time, you see."
2. Perpendicular (ORV epilogues, found family, angst, PAIN, song-fic (song by me))
Is Kim Dokja the Sisyphus or the Icarus in this tragedy? Does he carry out this world’s penance, or has he flown too close to the sun? Did he live out a tale of sacrifice, or hubris?
3. Scopophobia (ORV mundane psychological horror, pre-story)
And the eyes crept back in, swirling through the cracks of his broken phone screen, reflecting his anguish back a hundredfold. They surrounded him, hungry and predatory. One by one, they sprang open in the grouting, the stove, the dripping faucet — spreading like a virus, infecting every inanimate object they touched.
4. You couldn't do it without me (ORV genderbent kdj, joongdok, prohibition era mafia au, loooongfic, NSFW)
“You’re really no better than a mannequin,” said Dokja, who grabbed one of his hands, placed it on the small of her own back, and pressed herself flush to him.
5. I won't let you go undefiled (ORV joongdok, somewhere in the middle of orv, not canon like at all, NSFW, tw: dubcon)
And then he just held him there, gently cradling his head. Kim Dokja opened his mouth wide, so much so that he felt like a roast pig with an apple wedging it’s jaw open.
6. Out for blood (ORV joongdok, tiny one shot, NSFW, tw: noncon)
“Stay right where I fucking put you,” Joonghyuk said in a low, growling voice. Those were the first words he’d uttered aloud.
7. Only the best for you (ORV joongdok, tiny one shot, NSFW, tw: noncon)
[Redacted], [redacted], [redacted], Kim Dokja was totally, completely, helplessly fucked.
8. The More the Merrier, Or: Han Sooyoung, if you're going to use us for free labor, you can't tease us like that and expect to not get fucked. (ORV yoohankim, kimcom house, NSFW, tw: noncon/dubcon like really straddling the line)
Han Sooyoung had taken dick before. Sure, it was silicone and bright purple and its girth was somewhere in the ballpark of three of her fingers and it wasn’t attached to a person — but it was still, by definition, dick.
9. Han Sooyoung is a little shit, or: Yoo Sangah punches Han Sooyoung in the face, who promptly says, “Joke’s on you, I like that shit.” (ORV Sangsoo, early scenarios, NSFW)
So even though it was Han Sooyoung’s lips that started this, it’s Yoo Sangah’s tongue that draws it out, tasting and caressing and running across that delicate lower lip. Her hands that cup those slender cheeks. Her hips that push that petite body back into the wall.
10. Just a little reminder (ORV Joongdok, just like not canon at all in any way, NSFW, tw: noncon/dubcon)
[Redacted]
oh my god.
uh look out for vampire yjh fic i guess.
most of my mutuals have been lovingly bullied into doing this and i will continue to do so.
tagging @stingray-shelter you go girl
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yisanged · 2 years ago
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so i have a. Healthy fear of downloading things onto my computer especially. things i am not. paying for.. i thought u might. enjoy or at least laugh at the gymnastics i just did to get the. orv epub on my computer while simultaneously making sure i am Not Getting A Virus
hmm im nervous about downloading a random epub on my computer i use for important stuff... hm -> i no longer have important stuff on my old chromebook, and it physically can't get viruses so i could read it on my chromebook!! yes i'll do that -> i charge my chromebook -> i download the epub -> "this file type is not supported" Ah. i see. i guess epubs are also a type of file this computer cannot run, along with exe files (hence the no virus thing). bummer -> search "can epubs contain viruses" bc now im considering downloading it on my good computer -> yes they can. hm. -> wait i have norton antivirus so it should be fine, right? right???? -> it will be fine. -> i check out the site im downloading from ok it actually looks reputable and not. Sketch ok this should be fine i haven't gotten any warnings from norton from being on this site it's FINE -> ok click download pls let this not screw me over pls let this not screw me over ple -> ok it downloaded time to scan the file TWICE -> it looks good ok to be safe let's scan my entire fucking computer okay looks good -> hmm i've never read an epub before but it should be like a pdf, right?? which means i can open it in firefox -> it opens up at least 200 tabs all empty and won't stop opening them -> HUH THATS WEIRD IS THAT. DID I JUST FUCK MYSELF OVER I DIDN'T LIKE THAT -> scan my computer AGAIN bc that was. sus -> search for "how to open epubs" bc that did NOT work at all -> ok i need an ereader thing on my computer. yay another. thing to download hhhhh -> i get an ereader thing for my computer -> mmmm my computer is glitching a bit Don't Like That but it could be just my computer being weird bc it does have. a history of being weird -> ok reboot computer everything is back to normal now -> time to scan my computer One More Time to be safe bc hhhhhh -> alright all good -> norton says the ereader is safe cool cool -> alright i set it up! -> I HAVE NOW IMPORTED ORV EPUB ON MY COMPUTER ->->-> ORV ACQUIREMENT HAS BEEN SUCCESSFUL YAYYY
in conclusion. i have a Very healthy fear of giving my computer deadly viruses but we have. escaped unscathed and with orv. hooray <3
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HELP............. well i commend your efforts and congratulate you on successfully making it out of all. that. lmao with orv intact. i personally prefer reading webnovels and ebooks and such on my phone rather than on a computer and if you feel the same way and happen to have an android i'd recommend the app readera it's good for viewing epubs and other files like pdfs and on epubs it lets you highlight things and add notes to your highlights like "gay" or "slay" and whatnot which i personally find highly elevates the reading experience. if you're fine with keeping it to your computer than that's cool too though and YAYYYYY i'm glad you're giving the novel a try :D
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epistemofili · 4 months ago
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I want reread orv and twsb. I'm starting to read Children of the Whale and Noblesse and Tower of God and D.Gray Man. I want to watch True of Vamp stageplay. I also started reading Lord of the Mysteries again. There this Gilgamesh copy that i borrowed from the library months ago and i have yet to finish it. I also have this 2 astronomy books to read, finish Frankenstein and go around on listening some political books.
I want to consume media and let it consume it but fucking unfortunately i have a life and obligations and oh god i kinda wish the quarantine came back but without the deadly virus. I want spend 1 year without school and activities and without worrying about getting a job too.
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runningoncaffeine · 1 year ago
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Okay
Okay
Maybe I’m a bit too up in my head that’s full of orv and nothing else
But Alec Benjamin’s new song “Different kind of beautiful” with Joongdok
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Please!!! Someone make a fanart or animatic or something!!
I have zero talents on drawing but I so desperately want to see an animatic on this one
I’m going to cry seriously
My Joongdok delulu mind is not letting me rest. I’ve been listening to the song on repeat for a whole day now
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lunimy · 2 years ago
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i want to read orv so bad but also where the hell would i find an english translation that doesn’t look like it would give me a virus
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myfckingnameisnuwanda · 11 months ago
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Gift Battle (Yoohankim)
Kim Dokja gave Yoo Joonghyuk a dinosaur ladle.
So of course the week after that Han Sooyoung gave him napkins with duckies holding knives.
And of course the week after that one Kim Dokja buys his man a soft knitted sweater with a little dancing skeleton.
Then the battle really started.
Sooyoung gave him a fucking hamster, cage and everything. Yoo Joonghyuk named it Cheese.
Kim Dokja then had to learn how to make Yoo Joonghyuk’s favourite cake, Selva Negra.
Han Sooyoung gave him concert tickets to his favourite band, Tame Impala.
And Dokja bought him a new console, the latest in the market.
Han Sooyoung, of course, was the first one to make it sexual, and bought a very sexy piece of lingerie of which Dokja also benefited a lot.
And then Kim Dokja just had to give Yoo Joonghyuk a break and top him.
Han Sooyoung, not to be surpassed, followed suit.
Then they both got them all a house to move into, because neither of them could pay it without the other.
And then Kim Dokja ordered a stone grill for the backyard.
So Han Sooyoung got him a greenhouse, full of starter farm plants.
Kim Dokja adopted an australian shepherd puppy. Yoo Joonghyuk named it Pancakes.
Sooyoung gifted him a hairless cat. He named it Banana. Banana wore a little vest with a dancing skeleton.
Dokja bought dancing skeleton vests for the dog and the hamster.
Sooyoung gave Joonghyuk a new toothbrush. He had already bought himself one the day before...
Yoo Joonghyuk finally took an end to the battle by getting on his knees in front of his partners and proposing one afternoon.
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arytha · 3 years ago
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#also: ur tower computer for vocaloid caught a virus so you gotta get the key from the second floor and go to the server room in the attic :/
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cascade-rockhound · 5 years ago
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Rant
Washington fucking sucks and needs to change. I love the state. I absolutely despise what people are turning it in to and the government here (I hate government in general but it’s especially shitty here). This virus has made things worse. Not being able to play hockey is kicking my ass, but the arena (also my work) has been converted to a temporary medical facility and I’m ok with that. Where things get shitty is with the “stay home stay healthy” garbage. Closing down gathering areas and social distancing is all cool and good. This shit is too much.
They’ve closed all state lands to keep people from hiking and camping. I was on my way to a private mineral claim today that I have access to. You have to take a forest service road through state land. Even though it’s a private claim they blocked the road yet they did nothing to close the trails that many people were riding ORVs on. Normally my fall back plan would be fishing. I could be out in the middle of a lake or the sound alone with no one remotely close to me. Nope. Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife has closed all recreational fishing state wide.
Washington is beautiful, and I love it here. But it’s run by a bunch of fucking idiots and the population is getting out of hand
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