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[smartass-hoot]

reading through ORV thinking I'm nothing but a shitty constellation using stories to survive, only for the narrative to tell me I'm a fragment of kdj and that I deserve to be loved and saved,,, how do you expect me to move on from this

[tls12lessthan3]

the final chapters of orv to me are like this. youre feeling tired and insecure and your friend invited you to a party later tonight but you think they'll probably have more fun without you. so you fake sick and don't go. and you do that often enough with enough friends that you look back at your life and realize you never took a single person up on a single offer. and then you die and god hands you a big book and you open it and its full of every single time someone wished you were there. every single person who wanted to be with you longer, every old friend and passing acquaintance who wished they still knew you. every single person who you could have built a life with and didn't, and their life was colder as a result. and god says here is proof that you were loved and you say what do i do with this now. its too late. i missed it all. and god puts her hand on your shoulder and says you're not too late at all. the invite is still open. we're still here.

[chirabella]

I always have to laugh a little when someone asks if ORV is BL. Because, like. On the one hand. It isn't a BL story, except in the most literal sense: It's a story about love, some of which is between men. It's just not a story about romance. But on the other hand:

Fellas, is it gay to be so obsessed with a guy that reading about him and watching him and rotating him like a TV dinner suffering the torments of Purgatory becomes The Cornerstone Of Your Entire (For Lack Of A Better Term) Mental Health? Or to be literally made for someone (because you are The Cornerstone Of His Entire (For Lack Of A Better Term) Mental Health), and then give up your happy ending just for a chance at meeting him again, and then when it's explained "Hey you get that you're signing up for thousands of years of unrelenting torment and this won't even necessarily work, right" and you go "Sounds good, thx 👍"?

(And on the other other hand, when you're going "I would rather see the destruction of the world than live without you in it," whether the feelings that inspired that level of unhinged devotion are romantic just feels kind of... irrelevant. You know?)

[coffee-scrub]

“It seemed that no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find a reason why [Kim Dokja] would love him.”

- Chapter 169

[heademptyjustptysie]

The tragedy of regressing time and time again, losing yourself, for an unknown reason, only to find out that you did this to yourself. You Wanted This. You worshipped god so ardently you are now incapable of letting him go. This fate was wished upon you by youtself

[yuriartillery]

women are constantly fantasizing about severing me from my divine light and keeping me as a personal and private idol purely for their own individual worship

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

i’m doing it for the plot (creating a beautiful life for myself no matter the cost)

[alienpupy]

dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.

[doodle-devil]

Fucking insane

[alienpupy]

holy shit

[commonplacefolklore]

Maria Skłodowska-Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

[captsirknight]

Orv has done so much for me because every time I start thinking that if I just die maybe I’ll get to be happy in my next life it’s like who am I, Yoo Joonghyuk? That sunfish bastard? Yeah right, go find joy in the people around you, maybe you’ll find a purpose or something

[waitingandwishing]

everything, everywhere, all at once

In the grand tapestry of existence, the multiverse and time are not separate forces but two interwoven threads, intricately bound to one another. The structure of reality, then, can be envisioned not as a linear pathway or even a branching tree, but as a vast and fluid network—one where every timeline is both a singular entity and an extension of countless others.

You sprayed a bit of water from the sink, watching it land on their face with a mischievous grin. The cold droplets splashed across their skin, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. But before you could even enjoy the moment, you felt a flick of water land on your cheek. Surprised, you gasped, your eyes wide as the glistening droplets caught the light, and you turned to see their eyes sparkling with playful mischief. The water fight had begun.

You both started flicking water at each other—each drop a challenge, each laugh a victory. Your hands moved quickly, slinging water with abandon as you both danced around the room, ducking and dodging, trying to outsmart the other. Your clothes became heavy with the weight of the water, sticking to your skin in a way that might have felt uncomfortable in another moment, but here, in this moment, it didn’t matter. Every droplet felt like a part of the game, a part of something simple and pure.

Rather than a simple set of parallel universes, the multiverse is best understood as a web of possibility. Each universe exists within a framework of cause and effect, yet no universe is fully isolated. 

Instead, they are connected by subtle vibrations—moments of decision and fluctuations in probability. Every event, no matter how seemingly insignificant, sends ripples that do not echo through a single timeline but reverberate across multiple realities.

You bowed before them, padded knee against the ground as you raised your sword high. You didn’t deserve this title, one that you certainly could not live up to in the grand scheme of things. Sure, you had trained for this your whole life, but… You weren’t ready.

They told you to rise, to come forward. And you did, with your head not daring to meet their royal eyes and your sword by your side. They stood up, reaching their hand to your face and caressing it so gently that you were sure this was a dream. You should be cursed, cast out, but instead were met with a gentle whisper of praise. You did enough.

Time is an illusion of structure. In reality, it behaves more like an ocean than a river, shifting, eroding, and reforming its paths with the weight of existence. The past, present, and future are not fixed entities but shifting constructs. Some moments are more resistant to change—fixed points where the probability anchors them into stability—but most are fluid, subject to alterations caused by interference, both internal and external.

Every night at 2:47 AM, a person appears in your dream. They’d confess their love for you then caress you softly and hold you close. You have no idea who this person is, but every day no matter how horrible or good, they are there. And they comfort you even though they’re a stranger.

You want to find them but can never speak in your dreams, can never change the fact that they are pulled away from you time and time again, but… They’re there. It never sat well with you that you could never find this person who whispered sweet words to you. But there was some comfort that even if you two were strangers, they’d always end up loving you.

At key moments, timelines and universes brush against one another, forming convergence points. These can take many forms. For example, echoes. Residual imprints of events from one timeline appear in another, creating déjà vu or premonitions. 

Or perhaps crossroads, decision points so powerful that they send tendrils of possibility stretching into multiple realities, ensuring that at least one version of existence bears witness to every choice. Or, on rare occasions, merging phenomena. When two or more timelines collapse into one, their histories intertwine into a singular thread where paradoxes are absorbed into reality itself.

For centuries you have wandered the earth, untouched by time. For centuries you have seen your friends and family die. After a few centuries, you have learned not to love. But then why did the lungs that you never knew were there make you lose your breath whenever they looked at you? Why did a heart you didn’t know you had skipped a few beats every time they kissed you? 

You told them stories of places you had been and ancient civilizations you had witnessed, but you never shared the truth. You could feel their growing attachment to you, and the weight of knowing you could never truly grow old with them was unbearable. You saw the glimmers of hope in their eyes, the desire for a future—their future—and you knew that, like all the loves before, this one would be destined to end in tragedy.

While some aspects of existence are seemingly unchanging, the interplay between free will and fate is an ongoing struggle. Within this theory, fate is not a force that dictates a singular path but rather a gravitational pull—one that can be resisted or redirected but not entirely ignored. Some beings exist in multiple timelines simultaneously, their consciousness stretching across realities, while others are bound to the linear perception of time, never aware of their counterparts in distant echoes.

A couple sits side by side at the kitchen table, papers scattered across the surface. The air is filled with the quiet rustling of forms, the clicking of a calculator, and the occasional sigh. There's a rhythm to your collaboration. Every so often, you pause to share a look or a laugh about the complexity of the tax code, both trying to make sense of the labyrinth of deductions.

Despite the stress, there’s a sense of camaraderie between you. You’ve learned to navigate this annual task together, finding humor in the little mistakes and the occasional frustration. At times, you argue over the numbers, but the tension usually dissipates easily. It was all part of the process.

Changes to the past rarely only overwrite reality. Instead, time exhibits a form of self-correction, where contradictions resolve themselves by redirecting the course of events rather than outright erasing them. 

A paradox does not destroy reality but instead forces it into a new equilibrium, ensuring that continuity persists in some form, even if the details shift.

You grab the detergent, carefully measuring out the right amount, your eyes glancing over at them with a smile as they fiddle with the dryer settings. They’re the one who always forgets the fabric softener, but you don't mind—it’s a small quirk that makes you laugh.

There’s no rush, no pressure. Laundry is just another part of your day, but it’s also a chance to enjoy each other’s company in the quiet moments. Folding clothes, laughing at an old shirt that brings back memories, chatting about everything and nothing. The task is simple, but together, you make it something a little more—something shared, something that makes your home feel warmer.

Concluding things, to navigate the multiverse and time is not to travel through space or history but to understand the delicate balance of choice, consequence, and convergence. Reality is not a single truth but a shifting mosaic of infinite possibilities. The past and future do not merely exist in isolation—they are sculpted by the infinite interactions between worlds, each moment a ripple in the great and boundless sea of time.

[kimdokjas]

the thing about orv is that it's the world's longest, craziest, most elaborate scheme to trick you into loving yourself. and it works.

[fishofthesius]

Oh that you could dream so long and so beautifully, that you could weave a tapestry of words in your mind, the power of stories and stars embedded in each letter, imprinted on every heart, that your creations could come to love you so dearly that they might defy the ending you wrote to truth, and break the barrier between worlds to bring you back home.

[silversoulz-art]

Fading

[willjulep]

It's not enough to call your knight a "good boy". Sometimes you've got to hit him with a "you're the only one worthy to sit at my feet".

[willjulep]

Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

[enemiestolovershereicomeeeee]

I was thinking in orv, everything happened because kim dokja had never been able to deny him anything. He had always indulged yoo joonghyuk. this was actually highlighted in on the world of zero. the 0th regression. it was the best possible ending, the one without betrayal, suffering, and pain. but when his yoo joonghyuk, his beautiful lovely protagonist ask for the stigma, asked to meet him, kdj cannot deny him. He had always give him everything he wanted.