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Every now and then I remember that my dad is a canon Gigolas truther and I’m like slay…

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alright, they got to me :)

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for my most dearest @cecefly <33

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every time i see discourse about pedohysteria amidst a trans genocide i think about that news article from 2016 about the mexican immigrant who voted for trump because trump said he’d get rid of all the “bad hombres” from mexico, only to be deported himself because it turns out what trump was really saying was that he wanted to deport all mexicans, not just “the bad ones”

not just him, but there were many other examples too, like white conservatives who have mexican immigrant friends and family or people in the community important to them who were mexican immigrants, and they voted for trump because they thought trump was just getting rid of “criminals”, and then they regret it when their families and communities get torn apart by deportations of their spouses, their friends, their favourite restaurant owners, etc.

anyways, i hope young queers, trans people esp, understand that when conservatives talk about “pedophiles” and “groomers”, they’re not talking about actual child abusers, they’re talking about all queer people. they’re talking about all trans people. it’s why in florida, they’re categorizing “drag” as a child sex crime, and making sex crimes against children punishable by death. they’re trying to execute every single trans person, and that’s just the rhetoric they’re using

so stop buying into the pedohysteria. it’s easy to think “well, i’m not a pedophile, so i’ll be safe” when you don’t realize that in the eyes of conservatives, every single queer person is a pedophile and deserves death, and contributing to their rhetoric by trying to figure out which trans woman is a pedophile is just accelerating your own march to the gallows

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FUCKING KING

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👀👀👀👀

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i think its verrry weird how you started posting nsfw posts and reblogging porn the minute you turned 18 idk

I hate to be the one to tell you this but I have been actively extremely horny since I hit puberty when I was like twelve years old. Human development does not work like "absolutely zero impure thoughts until you reach the designated legal sex age, where you have until 25 to finally learn what a boob is, and then 25+ you're allowed to have consensual sex 😊 because 19-25-year-olds are basically minors". I also can tell that the underlying idea in this ask is that I, and anyone who begins posting nsfw when they turn 18, was somehow "groomed" into it, when the fact of the matter is that I have been very naturally gay horny for years and waited until I was 18 to explicitly post about it because THAT'S how you keep yourself safe. You don't pretend to be a delicate sexless angel with the mind of a five-year-old who's never heard what sex is just because you're seventeen. I am a human being with sexual thoughts and I'm now a legal adult who is allowed to post about them. Realize that there is a difference between external adults "waiting until she's 18" and someone waiting until they themselves are 18 so they can go out and buy porn, which they've wanted to buy for years.

This is an extremely reductive, reactionary, infantilizing, and conservative way to speak to me. Don't even pretend you have progressive sexual politics if you think like this. Fuck yourself I'm so serious. No one ever speak to me this way again

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Video Game Idea.

A game that is marketed as your standard fishing game and for the first 20 minutes or so you catch normal fish like bluegill and bass and what have you. But the further you go into the lake you start to catch fish with mutations and it gets more and more intense until you’re pulling in Eldritch horror monsters and sometimes severed human limbs. You realize you don’t recall how you got to this lake in the first place and the objective becomes to find your way back to shore. You have no real weapons but you can throw the creatures you’ve caught far away from the boat as a means to distract whatever is underneath you, bumping into the boat sometimes. Additional items for the game.

A fishing pole with a radar that starts out with just beeps but later includes noises with hidden messages.

A GPS that displays texts and story elements.

You meet other boaters, all from various backgrounds, countries, and time periods. Some are friendly, others want to sacrifice you to the lake monsters.

You can also take the route of sacrificing others to the lake monster.

Or you can assemble a party and work to keep them safe.

The more fucked up looking the fish you catch, the closer you’re getting to a boss fight, which is usually running from something you can only see part of in the water.

????

And that’s my game idea.

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I'm aware that this is a pretty big blog, so I try to avoid putting people on blast- mostly cause I don't want anyone tracking folks down and dogpiling on them for the unforgivable sin of "being wrong about a thing",

Because we are all hilariously, ridiculously and unabashedly incorrect about things at times, and that doesn't deserve the embarrassment of a thousand jeering, judging strangers with their careless mockery and casual insults,

That being said

BITCH THAT SHIT DO KILLS PEOPLE

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An Idol Just For You [Idol!KDJ x Fan!SP]

Summary: Secretive Plotter’s B-day Fic

Even amidst his despair, Secretive Plotter, found solace in Kim Dokja's voice. Be it as Kim Dokja or Guwon, Secretive Plotter found peace in listening to that smooth, calm voice filled with kindness. It was natural then, that he'd protect the remaining thing that brought him hope.

Secretive Plotter could no longer remember all details of his past. The ones that had nothing to do with scenarios, he couldn't recall what games he used to like nor could he even remember the names of people he knew before the scenarios. It was a sad thing, when he gave it some thought, so he stopped thinking about his life before the fall.

He had given up ending the Most Ancient Dream, his sponsor, and all he wanted was a way to die. To finally end his regression until he stumbled upon a weird presence on the 3rd World Line. It was a bright presence, one that called out to him. For an outer god like him, warmth was a foreign feeling and yet Kim Dokja who caught his attention, brought him a familiar and unfamiliar warmth.

So he stayed and watched.

Watched how Kim Dokja survived the first scenario and introduced himself to the other survivors.

"I am Kim Dokja, 28 years old, a retired idol."

"He won the best newcomer award on his debut year!" Kim Namwoon revealed, "You've probably heard of him! He is Guwon!"

'Guwon' Secretive Plotter thought about that familiar name, and then it came to him. A memory of his forgotten past.

"He-hello! I am Gu-guwon of Byeol Entertainment! Today is my de-debut, please listen to my song, [To Neverland]!"

Secretive Plotter giggled, that slowly turned into a laugh filled with relief and bitterness. He wasn't one to believe in coincidence, so he knew this was fate. That he was meant to meet Kim Dokja, his [Salvation] from the past before the scenarios, and now.

"Kim Dokja...I will protect you." (and you will be my ◼◼.)

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His Dokja was a bit foolish. The type to return a sliver of kindness given to him 10 times, it was cute when it was directed to him but to others? It was an annoying thing.

He hid his annoyance and yet his foolish incarnation seemed to understand his silence well. Infuriating smile on his face and he'd be on the receiving end of a teasing, Kim Dokja did not fear him one bit. It was an annoying thing, and yet he found that he didn't mind.

He didn't mind when Kim Dokja would talk to him about mundane things, he didn't mind when Kim Dokja began to listen to his sporadic advises, he didn't mind how Kim Dokja seemed to know him, how this line between sponsor and incarnation grew blurry with each passing scenario that brought Kim Dokja close to Death at times.

He didn't mind the weight of Kim Dokja's trust on him.

Because Kim Dokja rarely trusted anyone.

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"Hey, Secretive Plotter" Dokja called for him, in the silence of watching his team with Yoo Joonghyuk sleep.

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says what?]

"...When the scenarios end...can I meet you?"

Secretive Plotter remained silent for a long time. Long enough that Kim Dokja smiled, his soft sad smile that made Plotter's heart ache.

"Never mind, I know you have your reasons..." Dokja looked at the stars in the sky, "Just treat it as a foolish wish."

Impulsively Secretive Plotter offered,

[The Constellation Secretive Plotter says don't rush, we will meet one day...]

Kim Dokja blinked and then smiled, soft and shy, and for the first time in a long while Secretive Plotter felt as if he was once again experiencing his first spring.

"It's a promise!"

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They grew closer then, close enough that his foolish incarnation began to challenge sub-scenarios alone and with only him as a companion. The Kim Dokja that everyone knew and that he knew were different, his Kim Dokja was less polite, less soft, more of a brat and an annoying rat that teased  him and tested him patience.

His Dokja had foresight, creative in solving problems and a complete hazard to himself. Secretive Plotter had half a mind to waste his probability and incarnate directly to teach his incarnation to behave and to not be so indecent. Secretive Plotter could no longer count the amount of times he had threatened other Constellations from issuing any sexual scenarios to his incarnation.

He could understand why Dokja attracted such folk. First, he was an idol and Kim Dokja was used to giving the occasional fanservice.

Second, Kim Dokja was an exceptionally charming man who didn’t know the extent of his charm.

Lastly, Kim Dokja was pretty. The kind of pretty that grew on you, slowly captured your attention until he was the only one you could pay attention to.

Plotter knew because he was the same as the rest of them when it came to his foolish and death wishing incarnation. He didn’t know when he started to look at his incarnation differently. What he knew was that he wanted to play with Dokja’s hair, brush away the hair that sometimes pricked Dokja’s eyes. He wanted to know if Dokja’s skin would be as soft and smooth as it looked like, if his eyes were just as pretty as it was behind the screen.

Would Kim Dokja shiver if he whispered in his ear? Or would he just smirk at him, tease him playfully?

Secretive Plotter wanted to know if his heart would beat fast if he held him in his arms, cradled him in it like the precious thing that he was. He wanted to know if Kim Dokja’s lips were just as delicious as they look.

It was for this reason that he had issued a sub-scenario for his incarnation.

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star] Category: Sub (Personal) Difficulty: S Clear Conditions: Perform for the Constellation Secretive Plotter Satisfy the Secretive Plotter Reward: The domain N'Gai's Forest will be permanently open to Kim Dokja Failure: ???

Secretive Plotter smiled and then began to prepare for his Dokja's arrival.

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Kim Dokja was no stranger to the back door deals between idols and the rest of the industry bigwigs. He was lucky enough that his former company wasn’t pimping him out, or worry about sasaeng fans. But it didn’t mean that he hadn’t had his fair share of offers, “favors”, from fellow artists or producers he had worked with.

He never accepted but those experiences always left a bad taste in his mouth. Kim Dokja was well aware of how disastrous it would have been for him. The only way he could protect himself was to keep a certain level of distance with everyone else in the industry, enough that no one would ever think of him when it came to “parties” but not enough that he wouldn’t get any legitimate job offers.

It was the reason why he learned how to dress himself a certain way, dancing the line between pure and alluring. It was taxing but when he thought of having to return to his relatives, Kim Dokja preferred the quagmire of the idol industry. And yet, reading his Sponsor’s sub scenario, Kim Dokja wanted to do that sort of transaction.

‘...If it’s him…’  Kim Dokja looked at the brightly shining star that he knew was his sponsor, and licked his lips, ‘I don’t mind it one bit.’

With a smile he accepts the sub scenario.

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In an old interview of his, after he had won the Best Newcomer Award the year he debuted, Kim Dokja remembered being asked what he liked the most about his job.

“It’s the feeling of having all eyes on me,” He replied, “knowing that I have all their attention when I perform.”

He had lied back then, what he truly liked was the idea that on the stage he was Guwon, an idol that was loved even if it was only as long as his song lasted. Kim Dokja could fool himself then, that he had a place in this world, that he was a being worthy of love.

And now, as he stood in a stage repaired just for him, his allies in the crowd of watchers, and his sponsor watching…Kim Dokja felt that his lie had, in this instance, turned into truth.

He smiled at the crowd, his gentle seductive smile as the first notes of his last song came out of the speakers. He walked slowly towards the front of the T Stage, hips swaying to the music and started singing,

“You already knew what this was when started, It’s alright, It’s alright, this is our secret Our lovely passionate secret”

Each step he took that brought him closer to the pole, had him slowly unbuttoning his dark trench coat that hid his skimpy costume.

“Turn off your phone and just focus on me, Isn’t this what you came for? A lovely sweet dream of me”

His coat slipped off and revealed his see through white blouse, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. His unbuttoned leather shorts that stuck on his skin, leaving nothing to imagination.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Where should we continue this game?”

He climbed up the pole, his body on autopilot, as he continued to sing the only sex themed song he ever sang,

“My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Don’t forget where this game started

Don’t be so rough, don’t be too gentle, You can leave your mark Just remember nothing ever lasts”

He licked his lips, thinking, wondering if Secretive Plotter was enjoying this show made just for him in mind.

“My heart is burnt black, your place Your heart is pure white, my place Are you sick of this game?

My words are pure white, my place Your words are dyed black, your place Do you want this dream to be real?”

It’s too late, there’s no going back We made this bed of roses Stop worrying and just keep on going

I don’t want to end it like this, And you feel the same too, Let’s keep the start of this game our secret

My heart is dyed is white, your place Your heart is burnt black, my place This is our lovely sweet reality, our place.”

His clothes clung to his skin, soaked with sweat and Kim Dokja knew exactly what sort of picture he made when his face was flushed, panting softly with his slightly parted ruby red lips. He smiled at his audience and sang the last lyric of his song,

“Did you enjoy it, my love?”

[(Personal) Sub Scenario - One and Only Star]

Congratulations on completing the scenario, the reward is immediately available for use.

Kim Dokja disappeared in front of everyone.

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As soon as the performance began Secretive Plotter watched without blinking or even taking his eyes off. He stared with heated eyes as Kim Dokja started to sing, thin scarless hands unbuttoning his coat with practiced ease, seductive and alluring. The sway of hips, the imprint of his bulge on that leather shorts, the perked pink nipples visible through the white see through shirt.

All of it made Secretive Plotter hard. It made him want to stop the show and teach his stupid incarnation a thing called “boundaries”.  Still he watched as Kim Dokja sang with a smooth sultry tone that promised dark secrets.

Kim Dokja’s pole dancing skills were professional. His artistic sense, drawing attention to the contours of his body, his voice, a wonderful instrument of lust. Secretive Plotter didn’t bother to deny his urge and released his throbbing cock as Dokja wrapped his legs around the pole and twirled downwards.

He rubbed his cock, languidly as he imagined fucking Dokja in front of that crowd, thrusting his cock in that virgin hole, mercilessly fucking him until he couldn’t stand, until his knees were bruised, until everyone in the Starstream knew who owned him.

He watched as the dokkaebi focused on Dokja’s chest, pink nipples straining against the cloth and covered with sweat. He gripped his cock, hands moving faster as Dokja’s throat became the focus of the screen, slowly moving up to ruby red lips and capturing how Dokja licked his bottom lip sexily.

Secretive Plotter groaned, he breathed deeply, he didn’t want to end his masturbation yet, the song was only halfway through, his eyes tracked the visible hardening of Dokja’s cock and he licked his lips.

His cock was bigger than Dokja, he was sure of it, he imagined how Dokja would moan if he rubbed their cocks together, wrapped it both with his hands while Dokja was tied up and wearing those shorts.

He wanted to defile him in those leather shorts, spill his cum on black cloth, marking Dokja in that way. He wanted to see Dokja walk in clothes stained by his cum, visibly limping while his cum flowed down his abused hole. Secretive Plotter wanted to ruin Kim Dokja for everyone else. The thought, the image of Dokja dirtied and sullied by him sent him over the edge, he aimed his cock to the screen.

The image showed Dokja with flushed cheeks, lips parted and eyes filled with joy. His cum covered the screen, covering Dokja’s face with thick white cum. Plotter leaned on his seat, stared at the desecrated image of Dokja and smirked.

He waited for Dokja to appear at the boundary of his home while he rested for a while, and when Dokja arrived a minute later, he stood up and didn’t bother to hide his cock. He hugged his incarnation from behind and immediately began accosting him.

His hands teased those pink nipples, pinching and tweaking it through the fabric, while he mouthed along Dokja’s neck. He rutted against his ass, hands undressing Dokja’s clothes while he groped him. Dokja’s moans were music to his ears, he let his wandering hands be guided by Dokja’s smaller ones, touching him where he wanted to be touched.

As soon as Dokja’s shorts dropped to the ground, he wasted no time in lifting Dokja and rubbing his cock against the hole and between Dokja’s thighs. Kim Dokja’s body was a pliant, sensitive thing that spurred on his lust. A small spark of probability to make turn Dokja’s asshole into a self-lubricating one, another spark to let it accept his cock without any preparation.

He kissed Dokja filthy, tongues entangled with each other and swapping saliva as he kissed Dokja without any regard for Dokja’s state of breathing. He thrusted his cock into Dokja’s warm and dripping hole, swallowed his moans as he vigorously slammed his cock in and out of the clenching walls.

His arms holding Dokja’s legs together as he treated his incarnation like a fleshlight, a warm hole to fuck and spill his come until all his frustrations were spent. He bit on Kim Dokja’s shoulder, listened to the sweet loud moans that fell from Dokja’s lips.

He ignored the heated looks from the Kkomas hiding behind bushes and branches.

He ignored the cries for mercy, to slow down, and kept on going, even when Kim Dokja let out a loud moan as he came. Secretive Plotter kept on thrusting his cock, fucking Dokja through his orgasm, supporting the limp body and drowning Dokja with praises that automatically fell from his mouth.

He spilled his first load inside Dokja, roughly turning his head towards him for another kiss.

As soon as he stopped cumming, Secretive Plotter licked his tears away and then smiled, soft, warm, loving, and most of all dangerous as he said,

“Welcome to N’Gai’s Forest, Kim Dokja.”

And then Kim Dokja could only let himself be fucked on the ground, the grass was his bed, as Secretive Plotter, his beloved sponsor, thrusted his cock inside, stretching and abusing his cum-filled asshole.

The lewd wet sounds of fucking could clearly be heard, interspersed with his moans, Dokja could only cover his face to hide his embarrassment as moans and Secretive Plotter’s name came out from his mouth. Soon it turned into begging, begging to be fucked harder, rougher, to be marked, to be bred by that monstrous throbbing cock that stretched him out so good.

He wrapped his legs around Plotter’s strong waist, leaving scratches on broad shoulders as Plotter ordered him to stop hiding his eyes, he stared into the face hidden underneath the veil, a familiar scarred face and pulled it closer for a sweeter kiss.

He wrapped his arms on Plotter’s neck and closed his eyes as he kissed him and clenched his hole to be filled again. It was a sloppy kiss, Dokja could only follow Plotter’s lead, moaning as an experienced mouth left more marks on his neck, as his nipples were sucked and teased relentlessly. His body was on fire and Plotter’s touch was the only cure.

His cock was stroked by large, scarred hands, heterochromatic eyes staring straight at him with a soft, gentle smile that promised things Dokja wanted.

“Plotter” Dokja called out, sweet, loving, and everything Secretive Plotter had always wanted.

“I want more.”

Secretive Plotter grins, eyes twinkling with love and lust as he devours Kim Dokja’s mouth and fucks him again. The sounds of fucking doesn’t stop for a long time, not even when Dokja’s cries and moans grew hoarse and faded.

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From that point onwards, Kim Dokja accepts every personal sub scenario given by Secretive Plotter. Each scenario was lewder than the last, a special private show for his dotting and protective sponsor.

Kim Dokja learns how to be fucked by sentient vines, how to position his body just so to drive Secretive Plotter to edge. He learns how to moan prettily, softly, and barely there while Plotter’s invisible hands molest him in his room. He learns how to suck a cock properly without alerting anyone.

Secretive Plotter guides him in his foray into sexual acts, teaches him first hand, and rewarding him with a night he’d never forget each time he succeeds.

His heart was filled with love, his account filled with coins, and his hole constantly filled by Plotter’s thick white cum.

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Secretive Plotter watched as Kim Dokja fought with an egg vibrator hidden beneath his clothes. If other constellations did what he was doing, he knew that their incarnation would end up dead. But with him around and his Dokja’s resourcefulness and quick wit, no harm would befall Kim Dokja.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says separate from your group]

On the screen Kim Dokja talked to his companions, blind to the way Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him as he did as Plotter ordered.

‘The third round…is so useless’ He thought with disdain.

Then, once Kim Dokja was alone in a secluded part of the Demon Castle, he pressed the button. Turning it to the highest setting and watched as his incarnation immediately crumpled into the ground, moaning and panting.

In tandem with Kim Dokja’s movement, Secretive Plotter brought out his cock and began stroking.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says good. Just like that, stroke yourself think of me]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says don’t hide your moans]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says Kim Dokja, let everyone remember that you are mine]

Through the screen Kim Dokja obediently followed his lover’s orders. Moaned out Secretive Plotter’s name shamelessly. His hands moving faster as he reached his climax, he slumped on the ground as he spilled his cum, panting heavily and calling out for his sponsor.

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says very good, Kim Dokja.]

[The constellation Secretive Plotter donated 100 000 coins]

“Mmmm…I miss you…Plotter.”

[The constellation Secretive Plotter says tonight at 10]

Neither him nor Kim Dokja paid attention to Yoo Joonghyuk who was hiding behind a pillar, fists clenched in anger and eyes filled with jealousy.

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The scenarios grew harder and yet Kim Dokja was mostly at ease, there were moments when he felt at loss but Secretive Plotter never failed to bring his spirits back up. In this apocalyptic world, Kim Dokja found his reason to live.

He found his place in Plotter’s side.

And now on his 29th birthday Kim Dokja stared at the sleeping face of his lover, his body was littered with love bites, his asshole dripping cum and his back ached. And yet he had never felt happier.

He laughed softly when his lover frowned in his sleep. He smoothened out the crease between Plotter’s eyebrows. And when Plotter opened his eyes, he smiled at him and kissed his lips softly, a quick peck.

“Good Morning.”

“Dokja-ya, you need to sleep more” Plotter muttered, as he hugged his beloved and pressed him down the mattress, “It’s your birthday…take a…rest.”

Kim Dokja hummed and decided that his secret could wait.

“When we wake up, let me tell you my secret” He whispered as he closed his eyes to join his beloved Protagonist in the world of dreams.

[The Most Ancient Dream welcomes Secretive Plotter into their ◼◼]

#secretive plotter x kim dokja #secretive plotter x oldest dream #plotja #spod #orv fanfic

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Of Fathers and Sons (1/?)

Summary: In another universe neither Kim Dokja nor Yoo Joonghyuk are unwanted children. In another universe they found someone worthy to call a Father. This is that universe. CH: 1/?

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You have never wanted to be a parent. You were not cruel enough to inflict your flaws to an innocent babe who had no choice to be born. You never wanted to look at a tiny human being and see yourself. Here is the thing, you had no choice but to be a parent.

What had been a dalliance, a mere exchange of pleasure, resulted in this tiny child standing before you. Yoo Joonghyuk, the government employee said, was your son born from a woman whose name and face you’ve forgotten. You look at this child, this unknown being, and see a literal mirror of your tiny self. 

‘Flawless’ you thought with dark envy. unmarred by the cruel world you have only ever known.

You do not doubt for a second that he was not your spawn. Not when his face was carbon copy of you. A version of you that you had never known because Yoo Joonghyuk grew up loved. You could tell from the state of his clothes, to the way his eyes looked.

You knelt before him, looked at him eye to eye and lied, “I wish we could have met in a different way.”

In the end he comes with you to your apartment. You fed him dinner, a sloppily made omurice and set it before him. You don’t speak or watch him eat, instead you sit across him and browse your phone. You do not know how to be a father because you had never known one. You search for answers on the net on what children needs, you buy books about parenting because there is no other option. Yoo Joonghyuk would not have a father or a home but at the very least he would not be mistreated in your care.

“...ahjussi...”

You look at him and wait for his next words.

“bath please.”

Wordlessly, you carry him to the bathroom and carefully prepared his bath. You didn’t speak beyond ordering him on what to do. You worked with him silently and carefully, watching him go through the motions of his routine before you sent him to your bed and told him to sleep.

You left him with in a dark room with only a lamp and his thoughts for company. You ran away from, carrying your change of clothes as you go back to the bathroom and have finally, finally, process the upheaval of your established life path. You have never wanted to be father.

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The fundamental problem wasn’t about your preparedness or willingness to be a father. It was the fact that you have never known how to be kind or good or gentle. You were made of sharp edges and cold apathy. Yoo Joonghyuk had only ever known a mother’s warmth and blunt edges.

The best you could do was compensate for what you lack, you had never known hunger or the struggles of impoverish, and so you give Yoo Joonghyuk gifts. Drown him in material things if only to hide from him the messed up creature that you were. You buy him whatever caught his eyes, whatever he pointed at, you bought him the best and hoped he never saw the monster beneath your human skin.

‘Not yet...at least.’

Here is the thing you do not notice, no one is born cruel or hateful, for all of the absence of warmth in your life, your jagged edges and apathy, you were at the very least honest. And Yoo Joonghyuk could feel that.

He could feel your reluctance, your wariness, he was not blind to the sharp look in your eyes when first met. But he could also feel that you were trying your best, you held him carefully in your arms, shielding him from the cold with your thick coat. You asked him what he wanted to do and let him order you around, you don’t tell him stories but you leave him with a lamp and blanket tucked underneath his chin and a soft ruffle of his head.

It was not his mother’s gentle kiss to put him to sleep but it was enough.

‘Maybe father’s were this way’ Yoo Joonghyuk had thought as he fell asleep.

Tomorrow comes and Yoo Joonghyuk watched as you shower him with gifts and a smile that doesn’t really reach your eyes, he heard your sigh and he wondered whether he was a bother. But then you help him try his new clothes and he doesn’t know what to think of anymore.

You don’t kiss him on his cheeks or call him “Joonghyuk-ah” but you held his hand and looked at him in his eyes and you carry him close to yourself.

You feed him and wiped off the stains on his face without any chastisement.

 You are warm and gentle and kind and everything he thought a father would be. The sobs come suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk could not articulate why he felt sad when he had you now. All he knew was that it felt unfair.

“I miss mom” he cried.

He looked at you and waited.

“Everything will be alright” you said, softly, as you rubbed his back.

He waited.

But you don’t say anything else after that and Yoo Joonghyuk cried louder.

He wished that his mom didn’t have to die.

He wished you could promise him to never leave. - || Next

#orv fanfic #yjh & reader #orv adoption au

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#taking commisions #orv #genshin impact #obey me

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Lee Sookyung/Original Male Character Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, Lee Sookyung, Kim Dokja's Father Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Scenarios (Omniscient Reader), One Big Happy Family, Meet the Family, Implied Sexual Content Series: Part 1 of Happy Kim Family Summary:

Every parent dreads the day when their child comes home to introduce a significant other. Kim Hajun was the same, he just wished he didn't have to find out his son was a bottom like him.

#yoo joonghyuk x kim dokja #joongdok

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk Characters: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Scenarios (Omniscient Reader), Yandere Yoo Joonghyuk, Yandere Tamer Kim Dokja, Top Yoo Joonghyuk, Bottom Kim Dokja, Implied Past Relationships, Rough Sex, Butt Plugs, Butt Slapping, Intersex Kim Dokja, Boypussy Kim Dokja Summary:

The morning after their marathon sex, Kim Dokja wakes up with an aching body and an ass filled with cum. Naturally, he decides to punish his beloved pervert through seduction.

#yoo joonghyuk x kim dokja #joongdok

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Episode 1: The World After Conclusion

From JuuHachi on NUF

※LHK is Lee Hakhyun (OP made a mistake in the abbreviation) 

※ JEY is Ji Eun-Yu

"This is a story of unread despair"

LHK attends the fanevent with JEY. The reader who gifted him the tickets was called "CEOKimDokja" the two of them wore nametags of their username/online name and enter the venue which had 30 people. LHK overhears that this was the 12th event for KDJ's bday and concludes that the previous ones must have been filled with people until it dwindled down to this point. A guy resembling LHS in mannerism(?) asks to sit beside him with the nametag Judge Heewon. LHK assumes that he must be a JHW stan.

The two talk about ORV without LHK disclosing he was the writer. And then the fan event starts just as LHK was about to share who his favorite character was after a long pause and a misunderstanding from Judge Heewon that LHK's favorite character was the entire cast. LHK mentions how the MC wore a black suit and white coat (KDJ cosplay) and begins the event. (SS-nim probably saw the KDJ CSEs held around the world)

Comments left by the readers were shown on the screen. And the adverts left by the fans on the subway was also shown (Reference to Naver's Subway AD for KDJ's B-Day last year) and there was also a reference from that one event where the proceeds were donated to an KR organization for victims of domestic violence under Kim Dokja's name but in the story it was donated to an orphanage.

From MTL:

"It's Kim Dokja's birthday" "It really snowed in Seoul that day, too."

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LHK then becomes inspired from seeing the comments of his readers he wanted to continue the story for them. And then the MC announced the writer's presence shocking LHK and his editor who both knew nothing about it. The entire audience gasps as the writer steps on the stage.

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From MTL:

A spot of tears on one's white skin, short hair tied tightly to the back. Without explaining who she was, there was no one here who didn't know her.

The real author of Omniscient Reader's View was there.

HSY appears on stage and LHK concludes that it was a made possible through virtual motion (like VTuber 3D) Everyone was shocked. LHK shrugs it off as he remembers KDJ's story.

From MTL:

Well, you were all readers too, by the way to go.

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"HSY" then proceeds to talk and says "I recently sent a short story to the cloud, have you all read it?"

LHK is shocked as HSY goes on says, that the "foreign war" is going to start soon (i.e. the paid service just like in ORV) HSY then goes on a monologue saying that of course all of them (the readers) have read it.

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(Not sure whether this was HSY or LHK) From MTL:

No, wait a second. You can't say that when you don't have stockpiles yet. Give me the manuscript right now.

So please continue to take good care of me. Finally, I take only one question.

So a Q&A proceeds. Everyone asked a joke question until one reader goes and ask the question "Did Kim Dokja wake up?"

HSY's answer wasn't revealed but LHK says that it was the answer everyone already knew. (Once again SS-nim leaves that up for us to interpret. Continuing the story without removing ORV's open end) Crowd energy gets hyped up as the video got cut off before HSY's answer and the MC (KDJ Cosplayer) proceeds to smoothen it out by saying, "Let's all check out whether KDJ is alive or not"

LHK comments that the MC was as good as KDJ in improvising. The event continues and finally it comes to the last part, a trivia quiz about ORV. The MC says that winners who answer correctly have a prize behind the curtain.

SS-nim confirms that the theory about YJH's regression number was a reference to the year the first train station was made. and then reaffirms that every number in ORV has a meaning. As the quiz goes on, LHK remains unable to answer until finally he was the only one left.

The question he receives from the MC (I asked a friend to TL this for me) was:

Who is the Heroine of this novel?

And LHK answers with his favorite character. It isn't revealed who it was but from the clues left behind (i.e. a character made for KDJ, appearance rate isn't high compared to other main characters) it maybe Jang Hayoung.

The MC asked why and LHK answered not from the perspective of a reader ,because he wasn't one, but from a writer and says: "Because I wrote it."

The MC asked, "What?"

and then LHK answered with a bitter smile, "Because he's my favorite character." LHK admits that he doesn't know whether it was the right answer or not but the MC applauds him.

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From MTL:

Along with the host's words, he walked down the stairs of the theater and went down to the stage. Along the road that the readers walked down first, the empty seats caught my eye.

The phrase [The Fourth Wall] was glimmering on the screen.

Suddenly, readers who were walking down while stealing the snow and looking back once in a while smiling came to mind. Only then did I know how they felt. They didn't cry or laugh because they were happy to get the quiz right.

This was because this is the end of the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint.

I'm finally going down the road that I should have gone down long time ago.

It occurred to me.

The readers reached the end point in their own way, and now it was my turn. The host was waiting for me as I went up the stage. We looked at each other for a moment on the stage.

The host looked at the nickname used on my name tag.

[⬛⬛⬛]

"That nickname is very difficult to pronounce."

LHK wanted to ask the EMC if he was "CEO Kim Dokja" but didn't because he felt undeserving. As he walks through the curtain, LHK looks back. (The words used in this part is similar to the scene where YJH and HSY looked back on the train as if they have left something important behind) and LHK thought of wanting to write a story for the person left behind him. He sees the MC standing in the center of the empty auditorium waving at him.

He waves back at the MC (who he previously commented that he (LHK) couldn't see his (MC's) face properly.

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From MTL:

It was time to live in the post-completion world.

"Are you really going to end it like this?"

But then,

"What about the rest of the people if you finish it on your own like that?

The host was heard.

As soon as I tried to answer, I heard a squeaking sound somewhere, I held my cellphone reflexively. It wasn't a cellphone vibration.

"So please take good care of that story"

LHK ends up on the train carriage. He hears the words KDJ heard on the prologue. He has entered the world of ORV.

At this point, we can assume that the MC KDJ Cosplayer was probably KDJ.

Prologue || Table of Contents || Episode 2: Rewrite

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader's viewpoint side story #orv #orv ss

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being a hater is a private affair. haterism for clout is embarassing, get a journal, gel pens even

#hsy to kdj pre-scenarios