#I don't know what it'd be about but it'd be written under a heavy burden

[yellowocaballero]

dude psyched ur reading orv, insanely curious about ur takes

My friend @charterandbarter put it best.

ORV is pretty fascinating to me. It's really just a self-insert isekai OP webnovel, and it is nothing else. Its medium is trashy and lowbrow, and its genre is almost devoid of high art. OP isekais are 'id' stories, meant to be satisfying and fun and contain very little of substance. ORV is a very well executed OP isekai - it contains the elements of the genre that make it satisfying, it understands why people read the genre and enjoy it, it reproduces those elements very well, and it is very concerned with telling an enjoyable story. ORV really, really loves webnovels and isekais and shitty wishfuillment stories. There's a lot more to ORV than the 'fist pump' moments of kdj doing something cool or pulling a fast one on a shmuck, but those moments are the undoubtedly the point of ORV, as they are the point of all SIOC isekai OP webnovels. And that's the point of ORV.

Metanarrative stories are cheap. Neil Gaiman's written 30 and millenials love waxing philosophical about the power of narratives. These metanarratives tend to describe stories as a theoretical framework through which we understand the world and our lives. Therefore, stories are tremendously important and valuable because they contain the totality of religion, history, culture, relationships, and lives. ORV says this too. But this theory tends to land at mystifying and exalting stories on virtue of them being stories, which I think misses the point. Stories aren't special because they're stories. They're not more sacred for containing our lives. What ORV says is that stories are important, because our lives are important. I like that a lot more.

ORV says that stories are our way of ordering a disordered world. A history, culture, nation, and religion are stories. None of those stories are true or real, because histories/cultures/nations/religions are constructs - they're how we interface with reality. They're created with a purpose, told for a point, pulled together into a narrative, and are satisfying or dissatisfying based on certain factors. ORV's perspective on fiction is deeply seeped in its own nature as 'low art'. There's something very cynical and commercialized about narratives in ORV, and every narrative in ORV is being told for a quick buck or to try and spread an idea for an individual's gains. It's a very unromantic, unimpressed view of narratives and fiction. It's pretty much the only way a SIOC OP isekai webnovel like ORV can talk about it without being disingenuous. And it's remarkably raw and visceral as a result, because ORV loves SIOC OP isekai webnovels like kdj loves yjh. Fiercely, insanely, like breathing, exactly for what it is. No pretensions.

It's bizarre, because ORV is about love. It's not about love for anything that deserves it. Not for a story with a lot of literary merit, a main character who is a remotely kind or lovable person, or art itself outside of its commercial or philosophical value. kdj really, really, really fucked loved TWS - because it was there, and because it lasted 15 years, and because it was fake, and because it was what he had. He loves yjh because yjh was his only companion in a dark world. That's fiction. Fiction helped him survive, because love is a way of ordering a disordered world.

I'm still reading myself, but ORV seems to be about how we manage to live in a hard world, and how to find it within ourselves to love each other and find meaning in that hard world. I see why kdj's the protagonist: he can find merit in something for existing, and loving it for being there, and he holds onto something because he has it. He sees the value in that. He read it in a book.

TL;DR: ORV is well-executed trashy commercialized art that is so obsessed with trashy commercialized art that it's looped straight back around into being somehow the most raw and visceral depiction of love I've seen in a long time.

#wish i could lie to myself and say that yall aint getting orv fic but :/ #my asks #I don't know what it'd be about but it'd be written under a heavy burden #of having to write the most insane thing physically possible #writing boring orv fic is a sin and baby the fucking ao3 tag is tartarus #hey why do i have to type kdj and yjh #why can't i just say dokja or joonghyuk #why are we full naming everybody at all times #this is the only webnovel i've ever read and its a big learning curve for me

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Moment's Silence

Gojo Satoru x Reader x Geto Suguru

The Cursed Trio | Better Than Gold

...

A golden hand enters your field of a vision. The lines are the sharpest you've ever seen and it doesn't take you long to figure out who it is

"Kento." Your voice is soft, very tired. You had finally come back from the series of missions the Higher-Ups sent you --- well, it was more of a you had to drag yourself across campus to reach your dormitory but even then, you didn't even get to your door as you threw yourself onto the couch in the recreational room. Your body felt like you were trapped under the steel beam buried under ruins of your own making. So heavy were your burdens, so impossibly immovable.

Did he notice your new scars?

"Here," a warm cup was placed right before you. The aroma so familiar it brought a lazy smile to your lips, it's the one you showed him how to make so long ago.

(Side Note: Kento had seen you coming from afar, so he hurried himself to make your drink upon seeing the pure utter exhaustion written upon your face. He will never admit it, but he actually cooled the liquid considerably by lightly blowing on it. He didn't want you to burn yourself.)

"Thank you."

(Side Note: Kento knows you like to sit on the right due to ache you get in the neck whenever you have to look right, so you rather have people sit on your left to avoid such pains. That's why he always sits on your left. Moreover, he noticed this after observing your interactions with Gojo and Suguru. Gojo has a tendency to sit on your right, so whenever you two speak, you rub your neck with a discreet grimace. The same could not be said for Suguru, who you'll happily talk with without a grimace tainting your face.)

And so, the two of you sat beside each other in silence. Your head slightly bowed into the curve of his clothed shoulders as you took small sips of the drink. A silence blooming for what seemed for hours until he, surprisingly, broke it.

"You look sick. Did you see Shoko for your wounds?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. His usual sternness is gone, at least.

You shook your head, "Didn't have the time. I'll go to her tomorrow. See what she can fix." You mindlessly note how the more tired you became, the more your foreign accent became pronounced.

"It's inefficient for you to not seek medical aid immediately after a mission, you'll likely die if you keep that up "

He's not wrong...oh well

You cleared your throat, god you were thirsty as hell. "How have you been, hm? You seem just as tired as me."

Grunting, Kento spoke," Gojo and Geto are alright."

You paused, what?

"Geto had been assigned a mission yesterday, and only just returned a few hours ago. He sustained minor injuries--- scratches. And that moron of your friend is fine. He never gets hurt on missions."

Pulling away (barely to be honest, your still an inch away from his shoulder), you observe the blond with an inquisitive look. "Why are you telling me this? I didn't-" "Knowing their status is the only way to calm that mind of yours." You go to argue, mainly to save face about not caring for Gojo, but he beats you to it with a stern glare. "You stopped shaking your leg the moment I told you they were well."

Wow, you're getting sloppy

Opting to keep your mouth shut, you lean back into his shoulder. Wrapping your arms around his elbow as you hug it. A wave of comfort breezing over you as you did so.

The both of you stayed spoke that for a few minutes. The silence was comfortable enough.

Until it wasn't

"What happened?" You leaned further into his warmth upon hearing his inquiry. You liked how his voice deepened the more life weighed down on him.

"Met a ghost from my past... I'm gonna have to face the music soon, but I-," "Don't want to?" You scoffed softly, a small amused smile hanged from your lips, "Right as always."

Should you continue? Tell him the whole truth? It'd get the weight off your shoulders although not the one from your heart.

Not the whole truth. That'll be enough for now.

"Yuki Tsukumo is my ghost--- one of my ghosts from the past. She's the one who found me."

You couldn't see his face yet from the way his soul glimmered, you know he was, at the very least, mildly surprised.

"The lazy sorcerer who bums her way overseas?" You snorted, "That's not exactly right but I'm just going to agree with you for convince purposes," you take a breath in. "When she found me...I was in a really bad place --- of my own making, to be honest. She, uh, saved me. But since she couldn't exactly take me in, she handed me off to to Yaga. " You stopped there, unsure how to continue.

By then, you'd already finish your cup. Without another word, Kento grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table by your feet without having to do move much due to his long limbs. You hated how everyone seemed to tower over you at times.

"How does that make her your ghost?"

You paused.

Was it time? Was it right?

Keep it vague, just like your pointless existence

"She did me a favor."

Yet, that seemed like all he needed to know for, next thing you know, he's gently pushing you away as he comes to stand. Curious, you watch as he makes head gestures to the shadows in the room. Strange, you couldn't see any one there --- ah, the fact that there's nothing there tells you that there's something there. And by something, someone.

Gojo

Had he been listening this entire time?

To be honest, you couldn't even find it in yourself to care. Although, you were feeling a little embarrassment from having said something so emotional in front of people.

(if you want to know more about how Gojo's Infinity affects your Cursed Sight, check the bottom of this post under 'A/N'. It'll explain everything you need to know.)

Suddenly, he drops his Infinity Shroud and his soul is back in sight --- albeit, what you see unnerves you yet fascinates you as always

His eyes, the first and surely the last you will ever truly see, capture your entire attention as though you're a winged insect to his funeral pyre (iykyk).

All-seeing, all-revealing, all-reflecting. With every movement you made, the colors in his eyes changed. A beautiful iridescent that you regret coming to love so vehemently.

You hadn't realized you've been staring until Kento's lips kissed the skin of your forehead, a silent goodbye and good night as he patted your head and left without a second word.

The amount of care from his actions, it left you momentarily speechless. That is until the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your train of thought

You didn't, miss the slight scowl that stained his perfect little face

"Gojo," you yawned. "What are you doing u-" "Waiting for you." The answer came almost instantly as though he anticipated your question.

You pouted, "And Sug-" "He's sleeping. In your room."

Had you really become so predictable?

Wait, Suguru was sleeping in your room?

"Why-" "Stop being stupid."

Coming beside you, he pulled you to your feet with a sharp tug. Forcing you to stumble into his chest as he dragged you away from the recreational room, giving you absolutely no time to recover as the two of you reached your room. The door slightly ajarred, quiet snores escaping through the crack.

(Side Note: Your room was one of the largest in all of the dormitories thanks to a few bribes here and there to none other than Yaga, who even went as far as to help you make it even bigger. It was also a pride thing for him considering that out of all his students, you were the one most receptive to his plushy making. So he made you a large dormitory so that the stuffed animals he's made you over the past few months could be put on display better.)

Point is, you have a big ass bed

It's not the first time the three of you have done this. In fact, the first time happened in Suguru's room --- you and Suguru had been assigned a mission together. It took longer than expected so when you both came back, you found a sleeping Gojo in the young Geto's bed. A little anime snot bubble and everything (your room was farther away than Suguru's, that's why you both discovered Gojo together)

Without a second thought, you kicked off your flats and crawled onto the bed. Gojo not far behind as he lifted the cover so you could slip in beside him

Grabbing his glasses off his face, you gingerly placed them on the nightstand beside the bed while he undid Suguru's right bun, letting the dark locks flow loose on the silk pillow.

(Side Note: The silk pillowcases were a gift from Gojo. And the hair tie was actually one of yours, an obnoxious one too.)

Almost as if sensing you, Suguru unconsciously turned to your direction, his hand splayed across your hips while Gojo wrapped an arm around the crook of your neck, his own body pressed to your side (you had your own hand wrapped around Suguru's wrist by your torso. Your fingers rub on his pulse as your own heart beats alongside his)

One beat

His breath on your ear as he whispered, "What favor?"

You shivered at the sensation of his warm breath caressing the curve of your ear.

Two beat

"Huh?"

He tightened his hold around you, not at all threatening. You knew he simply wanted an answer to what was bothering you. Even if it was a little demanding, it's how he showed his care for you. That and by annoying you to death as well.

Three beat

You acquiesced, "Before I came here, I was...a different person. Tsukumo found me and took me in for a short while but by then, the Higher Ups didn't, uh, like me --- understandable to be honest. Tsukumo vouched for me and well, I came here."

Four beat

He didn't say anything, yet you could clearly hear the gears turning in his head. At least, Suguru was asleep. You don't think you could handle a confrontation at this time, if ever

Five beat

"There's more?" He quipped.

"Obviously."

Six beat

"Later?" "Later."

With that, he buried his face deep into the space of your neck, his nose tickling the skin as he relaxed his body to mold into yours like memory foam.

The forest and the dawn enveloping you, the night of dahlias

Ah, you missed this.

Seven beat

...

(A/N): Not at all how this was suppose to go. In fact, this entire episode was suppose to be something completely and utterly different. Also, it is unbelievably hot. I shower and I still sweat. We truly are in the era of global boiling

Let's talk about Cursed Sight: Chains and how they relate to Gojo Satoru, our dear Limitless and Six-Eye user. To my understanding, up to this point, Gojo has yet to use Infinity automatically. In fact, it is only after the events of Star Plasma Vessel that he begins to use it automatically. I had to scour my manga for this shit. Anyways, what I'm trying to say with this is that Gojo has to manually activate Infinity. Now, let's move on.

Infinity basis itself as an ever-expanding boundary that continually splits into countless smaller segments, each representing an infinitesimal fraction of the whole. As a result, the boundary presents itself as an infinitely intricate maze of dividing dimensions. Moreover, Cursed Sight allows you to see all souls, curses, and others in the vicinity, but as the sight extends towards Gojo, it is met with an unending cascade of infinitely dividing barriers. A sort of waterfall to your senses.

To be put in simply, imagine trying to walk along an ever-branching path that continuously splits into countless forks, with no end in sight. In the same way, the Cursed Sight, with all its potency, finds itself perpetually entangled in this boundless labyrinth of infinity. The result is that your spiritual perception cannot reach far enough to observe Gojo Satoru and his soul, making him completely and utterly invisible to you Jesus fucking Christ that was a long as explanation.)

Originally:

This episode was supposed to be a direct continuation of the previous, starting with Yuki Tsukumo confronting you on your successes as well as your failures ever since the last time she saw you. But I changed it at the last minute because I felt like Kento would be a better transition for some reason. (Also because I missed him)

When Kento asked, "How does that make her the ghost of your past?" You were supposed to say, "She saved me from myself." But in that split second before the words left your mouth, you decided to keep things vague. Not for the reasons you believe. In all honesty, you do not believe you have been saved but rather, you are in someone's debt.

Your interaction with Kento was supposed to be a lot shorter but like characters charactered

Did you notice? Throughout this entire story, Gojo has let his Infinity fall just for you since the very beginning. At first, he didn't know his Infinity blinded you to his presence, but when he did, he made it a habit to drop it around you. I wonder what kind of implications that has for the future.

What kind of person were you like before? Why is your past so ominous

Did Gojo really wait all night just for you? How sweet of him. But if he did, why did he wait until you had confessed the truth to Kento to finally reveal himself? Could it be because he knew you don't fully trust him so he had to cheat his way into your trust? As in, force you to open up. Hm.

Suguru's soul is the color of a forest

Gojo's soul is the color of dawn

Your soul is the color of a black dahlia

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