#ask korv

[ziptieburns]

oh you'll be "one of the boys" alright. one of my boytoys that is. oh, you thought you were gonna get to play video games with us men? no, no. you have to wait until you've been on T for that. right now youre just a plaything for us while we wait for the T to kick in🎮

Fuckkkkkkk this sounds so<3<3 Wanna be used as a warmer/toy for you and a bunch of other tboys, let you use my mouth and let the other use me however they want, while they’re busy watching the others play games. The only time I’m acknowledge is when I’m pet or my hair is tugged. Getting told that I feel good and this is the natural next step for me to take as a man, you gotta help out your brothers, guys help guys. Fuckkkk and now ‘m hard over this

[vynl1xo9]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

aajjhah okokok 😭

i like my hands?? theyre nice and soft and warm i guess

i think im fucking funny as hell 🗣️🗣️

think my hair's pretty nice cause my bangs are bleached kinda

ive been told i have nice eyelashes??? so i guess i like that too lol

i think im also a very reliable person so :3

thanks for this!!

[flunflun]

I just wanna say that it brings me joy every time you and cj interact on here/on twitter. maybe it's because I don't follow many people but you guys pop up in my feed so frequently and I'm just like "ah the iwaoi besties are at it again", love u guys and so glad I found your art!!

Answering this so late, im sry T_T Youre so incredibly sweet anon!! It's funny bc i oftentimes forget ppl can even see us like in my mind im just mssging my best friend, im happy our interactions bring u joy!!

[korvid-19]

let them cook

Harry Potter IS good. It didn't suddenly become "Mein Kampf by way of The Room" just because JKR lost her mind. Her bigotry didn't go back in time to make the books horrible. That's ridiculous. I hate JKR too but The Boy Who Lived shouldn't suffer for the sins of his creator. I get it. It's ideological purity. You think that if you consume any media created by terrible people (Rosemary's Baby, Annie Hall, Mists Of Avalon, The Cthulhu Cycle) somehow makes you evil, it doesn't.

Trans rights are human rights, the fight for equality is important but telling everyone to burn their Harry Potter books and snap their toy wands won't bring back victims of anti-trans bigotry nor will it make JKR vanish into thin air.

Screw JKR and everything she stand for, just don't blame the Wizarding World for her turn to white supremacy.

anon i think you need this (:

[vermillioncrown]

more little teasers for tpac ch 11 bc i am in revision hell 😔

...

“Just work with me, Korv.” Tim is not wheedling. He’s asking very rationally, and Korvin’s being stubborn as all hell.

What else is new?

Even after getting caught with their metaphorical pants down, Korvin refuses to explain his hyperawareness or acknowledge it at all.

“Stop being a dweeb and I’ll stop detecting you,” Korvin says nastily—big talk coming from the weedy, braces-wearing math nerd.

“Glass houses, Lead Dweeb.”

He can’t leverage Cass treating Korvin’s…whatever like a game, either—one would think that’d be prime sampling for figuring out the extent of his hyperawareness. Now that Tim knows that Korvin knows that Cass knows that Korvin knows, the causality and responses are so diluted that Tim’s better off starting fresh.

Hence, politely asking; he’s trying to keep them all out of trouble. And for as much as Korvin proclaims he loves staying out of trouble, the stubborn little contrarian won’t budge.

...

[stellae-de-baphometis]

🖤 ~ About Me ~ 🖤

+ Introduction +

Hey there! My name is Korvella Starlight, but you can also call me Kody or Korv. I'm in my 20's and I use both he/him and they/them pronouns interchangeably (I'm a non-binary trans guy).

This is a blog dedicated to Progressive Daemonolatry, Theistic Satanism / Luciferianism, Daemonism, and Paganism. I first got into Paganism when I was 14 years old. Throughout the years, I further expanded my beliefs and eventually got into Theistic Satanism. From there, I later got into Daemonolatry. Nowadays, I consider myself a Progressive Daemonolatrist/Daemonist (a form of Daemonolatry that respects closed practices and doesn't engage in cultural appropriation), Daemonologist, Polytheist, Panentheist, and Eclectic Pagan.

Please keep in mind that I am neurodivergent and mentally ill, and this severely affects my ability to function. I may take frequent breaks in between posts and I won't exactly be consistently active here all the time. I try to post as much as I can though!

+ Why I Made This Blog +

I made this blog so I could provide a safe space for people seeking resources and information on the Infernal/Daemonic Divine. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

There's a lot of appropriation and antisemitism in some "demonolatry" spaces nowadays, and I had the unfortunate displeasure of being brainwashed and indoctrinated into thinking that cultural appropriation was completely fine at the beginning of my Daemonolatry path in 2022, because of an echo-chamber subreddit I was a part of. When a friend of mine explained to me how harmful it was, I vowed to change my perspective and I educated myself, changing for the better.

I wanted to try and counteract some of the appropriation and make up for my past mistakes, as well as help prevent others from falling down the same pipeline I did, by blogging about my personal experiences and providing info and resources that don't appropriate closed practises.

+ DO NOT INTERACT +

✧ Exclusionists of any kind. ✧ T3RFs, SW3RFs, m1s0gyn1sts, s3x1sts/ tr4nsm3ds, etc. ✧ Anything anti-LGBTQIA+. I'm a non-binary trans guy and a demi-grey-pansexual. As a queer person, I won't tolerate any bigotry or hate directed towards my community. ✧ Anything involving H3lluva B0ss and H4zb1n H0tel. I highly dislike the series as it portrays daemons (beings I have a lot of respect for) in a very poor light. No disrespect or anything, I just personally don't want anything to do with it. ✧ Appropriators of any kind. This especially goes for gentiles who appropriate Lilith from Judaism. She's not a "Mesopotamian Pagan Goddess" and she's not the same as Lamashtu. Stop making excuses for stealing shit from closed practices. ✧ Racists, antisemites, islamophobes, n4z1s and neo-n4z1s, xenophobes, anti-BLM, anti-ACAB, white supremacists, etc. ✧ M4Ps, p3d0ph1l3s, z00ph1l3s, b3ast1al1ty, etc. ✧ Right-Wingers, Conservatives, etc. ✧ P0rn0gr4ph1c and/or NSFW content that fetishises or objectifies Satanism, Luciferianism, Daemonolatry, and the Infernal/Daemonic Divine. ✧ Religious extremists/radicalists. If you're a regular old religious person and progressive, that's completely fine and I have no problem with you. It's just the extremists that I want absolutely nothing to do with; For example, those Christian radicalists that try to shove their beliefs down everyone's throats, or the ones who try to justify bigotry in the name of God. ✧ Ableism of any kind. This includes ableism towards mental illness, neurodiversity, and all personality disorders. ✧ New Agers. That shit contributed to my Schizotypal psychotic-like experiences and mental illness when it leaked into my spiritual practices as a teenager. Plus it's just highly problematic in general. I want nothing to do with it whatsoever.

+ IMPORTANT NOTICE +

If you see any old posts of mine (specifically posts made prior to November/December of 2022) spouting antisemitic rhetoric regarding demons and/or the occult, please understand that it's not who I am anymore and that I have changed and educated myself since then. I sincerely and deeply apologise to the Jewish community for my blatant ignorance and antisemitic takes.

I used to be part of an antisemitic "Demonolatry" group back then (r/DemonolatryPractices, a terribly cultish space that I advise everyone avoid), and was brainwashed and severely misinformed on the amount of cultural appropriation and antisemitism that exists within the occult community. However, it is no excuse, and I am deeply sorry for the things I said and did in the past.

If you feel uncomfortable interacting with me and my content because of my past, that is 100% valid and completely okay. You are in no way obligated to forgive me if you are Jewish and/or were negatively affected by my previous content.

I have deleted my old posts, however some of them may still exist in the form of reblogs and reposts across Tumblr, hence why I've written this disclaimer to set things straight. I just want it to be abundantly clear that I am not like that anymore and I have changed. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and once again, I am sincerely sorry. 💙

Hope you like what I post here! I wish you well on your spiritual path, and may whoever you honour/venerate bless your soul. 🖤

❀༻ Ave Satanas ༺❀

+ Decor Credit + . . . Bat Divider . . . Blood Moon Divider V1 . . . Blood Moon Divider V2 . . . Ram Skull & Horns Divider . . . Baphomet Image . . .

[worldwhampion]

she eheu on my friend! till i GRAH

She no on my man til i sky

[devildevotee]

Hi there! So I saw this post and I wanted to ask, how to you view and work with Lord Satan, and how do you differentiate him from Lord/Lady Baphomet? I've always been confused about Satan as a daemon, and never really knew if he was the same as Baphomet or not or how to differentiate them.

I've been wanting to work with Satan as his own deity/daemon for a while now, but never really knew how to go about it.

Really interested to know how you view them both!

~ Many Blessings ~

-Korv Xx

two reflections of one energy. i'd connect lucifer to this, as well (though keep in mind that this is my personal beliefs, and it's alright and even encouraged to form your own - do what feels right for you first and foremost). they're all connected, not dissimilar to the father/the son/the holy spirit all being apart of the same one deity, but being different aspects of said deity. think of them as like a hydra, having three heads with different faces and different brains, and one body that connects them. the heads are their own identities, while also being the same body that connects one to another. i hope that makes sense, because it makes sense to me.

anyway, another way i personally differentiate satan and baphomet is if satan was red, and lucifer is blue, then baphomet is purple - a peaceful middle ground between the two. additionally, if lucifer is more angelic and satan more demonic, then baphomet is a neutral ground between the two. baphomet is also divinely androgynous, whereas lucifer can be seen as being feminine, satan more masculine (though labelling demons as strictly one or another doesn't really slot neatly into my practice, i need to express that. it works for some people, but not for me).

i'm a little dissociative when writing this, so i hope this makes sense. i just want to express differences in order to help you focus on one or another. but again! it's totally fine to disagree with me and/or form your own belief system regarding this. this is solely just how i view it within my own practice.

[avaveevo]

Sneak peek for The New Solar Opposites Episode 2

Terry: Hey, Korv. Wanna have sex?

Korvo: Oh-ho-ho. You know I do. Should we do it on the couch?

Terry: Oh! Hold on! breaking the fourth wall Before we do this, we would like to let you know the sex you’re about to witness will not be pretty. So, if you have small children, now would be a good time to ask them to leave the room. to Korvo Now, shall we?

[tr1cerat0ps]

about the littles nd body...

about the body :;

bodily 18 . trans boy . slavic / croatian

about the mind :;

neurodivergent , BPD , autistic , system(?) nd short memory .

the littles :;

miguel ( 🐢 ) , mikey ( 🛹 ) , mikester ( 🪅 ) nd korvin ( ��� ) .

about 🐢miguel :;

or whatever nickname !! uses it / woozy / pawe nd only neoprns !! woozys aroace unlabelled nd bixenary !! typing quirk is i = I ( lowercase i = uppercase I ) nd e / E = 3 ( lowercase e / uppercase E = three ) with “ :33 ›› ” in front of the text !! age regressor :; big age is 15 , little age is 3 - 6 !! pet regressor :; bat nd turtle !! source is TMNT 2003 mikey !!

about 🪅mikester ::

or any nicknames !! uses he / ono / eepy nd neoprns that r silly :P ono is genderflux bxy enby symmaic !! typing quirk :; all over the place TvT ,, e / E = 3 ( lowercase e / uppercase E = three ) ,, i / I = 1 ( lowercase i / uppercase I = one ) ,, a / A = 4 ( lowercase a / uppercase A = four ) ,, o / O = 0 ( lowercase o / uppercase O = zero ) ,, s / S = z / Z ( lowercase s / uppercase S = lowercase z / uppercase Z ) ,, l = L ( lowercase l = uppercase L ) nd w / W = v / V ( lowercase w / uppercase W = lowercase v / uppercase V ) !! age regressor :; big age is 15 ,, little age is 2 - 4 !! pet regressor :; turtle nd kitty !! source is TMNT 2012 mikey !!

about 🛹mikey :;

uses he / it / shim !! shim is boygirl abro acespec t4t !! typing quirk :; o / O = ★ ( lowercase o / uppercase O = filled star ) nd i / I = ! ( lowercase i / uppercase I = exclamation mark ) !! dream regressor :: big age is 19 ,, little age is 8 - 12 !! pet regressor :; turtle nd bear !! source is TMNT 2007 mikey !!

about 🦴korvin :;

or korv !! uses he / it !! it is trans butch/femme boy aroacespec omni-lesgay t4t polyam !! no typing quirk !! age regressor :; big age is 18 ,, little age is 3 - 6 !! dream regressor :; little age is 1 - 2 !! pet regressor :; puppy , european pine marten nd bat !! one of the hosts of body nd body ( ? ) !!!

fun facts :;

body is a taurus !! our fav colours are green , purple , blue nd yellow !! our eyes are very sensitive to bright colors :(( we wear glasses !! we are mostly metalheads ^-^ we are in highschool for fashion nd design nd using that knowledge to try to make a battle jacket ( not even started that much TvT ) !! we have several cats nd 2 dogs !!! we are colourblind so if ya req w colours use hex codes or rgb codes ;)) nd finally ,, some of us r shy but we love talking to people !! feel free to message us whenever nd we will answer ( in asks or dms ) !!

onto the interests :;

we play a lot of videogames nd drawww !! minecraft, spiderman, pokémon , tmnt , tnmn , pou , talking angela 2 + so many more !! we also like a lot of shows nd movies :; lego ninjago , the lost boys , near the dark , power rangers nd a bunch more shows too !! we also watch some youtubers !!! bonus interests rr triceratops ,, bones ,, paganism ,, collecting tabs on cans nd collecting stuffies !!

anyways ,, if ya made it this far , thankk uu for reading aalll that !! also translation for typing quirk is always IN tags !! <333

[ziptieburns]

Is it bad that I want you to bulk up like I want you to get big I want your muscles to be massive

this would absolutely play into me wanting someone to force me to work out as a form of forcemasc and to also just get me to workout. Would certainly be better than what progress I have now. Would love for you to instruct me on the proper form for lifting weights, letting me know how big I’m getting and how much bigger I have to get to look how I want.

[zihette]

idk if ur up but. korvus. call his ass out.

where do i begin. ok.

- killed people just to have enough energy to bring his dead best friend back and chickened out and didnt even bring him back after all of that- fell for an evil guy with serious problems- manipulates people- has a bad temper- HES KILLED PEOPLE FOR FUN MULTIPLE TIMES I HATE TO REMIND YOU THAT- brought both nox AND nera back to life at some point JUST to lure neo out of hiding because if neo goes first the rest will soon follow- evil twink- has coats made out of the hides of like endangered species and shit just bc he can- KIND OF RULES THE WORLD RIGHT NOW?? LIKE IN A REALLY EVIL WAY TOGETER WITH KGOSI (who isnt my oc but you know. theyre sharing it. Though... KG is def the one manipulating korv in this situation)

[spaceygoobert]

solar opposites s1 & s2 that I noticed (it’s out of order)

Korvo thinks a kiss is how to do an apology, Terry thinks that getting mexican food and salsa is how to do an apology, but like he knows that Korvo has a thing for mexican food, you know with the taco tuesday thing in s1, which I think it’s sweet. 

Korvo fake died falling into a blackhole and Terry died falling out of the ship. Soulmates or what?

Korvo gets stabbed by terry, terry gets stabbed by a tree. Both are plants

Terry does a lot of things for Korvo, like study manuals and doing the taco-tuesday thing after he fake died, which BTW Korvo manipulates Terry into doing, AND he uses time travel to manipulate him. He regrets changing Terry because Terry is out to kill him now. In the end, he likes Terry better when he’s not psychotic

When the red goobler shows up in s1, terry assures korv that he’ll be okay and also spends his day helping Korvo hunt down the red goobler, and then lied about killing it when it escapes so Korvo doesn’t stress out

Terry spends the day trying to catch a rat for Korvo so that he doesn’t get killed by the red chris goobler

When Korvo wanted to be included in the dinner parties, Terry hesitantly invited him, but only because Korvo forced him to do it. Then at the end, Korvo gets what he wants and they have a dinner party together at home with the replicants, pupa and the nabadoodles

What has Korvo done for Terry? Like one thing, use the specs Terry suggested in making patricia, but like they both agreed on it because they both like it, so does it really count?

I think the reason why he doesn’t do anything for Terry is because maybe Terry doesn’t show that he wants Korvo to do something for him. Thus the passive aggressive angy boi. 

Korvo seemingly gets what he wants though manipulation, i.e magician fake death to get the others to care about ship stuff, threatened to thanos the planet for an invite to the dinner party, used time travel to change Terry

S1 Korv and Ter do things together. S2 they do things separately, which Korvo mentions and Terry explains why

Omg i have a theory. In s1 and s2, Terry cares about Korvo. What if in s3 he slowly separates himself from korvo because he recognizes that Korvo cares more about himself? But like, Terry is insecure, so would he even mention it? Would he be able to do it? I mean when Korvo left to be with the other aliens, Terry said he’s a piece of shit without him. Is he reliant on Korvo? 

When Korvo is around, he’s the one who’s doing the cleaning and managing around the house which gives Terry an opportunity to do nothing/whatever he wants because he knows Korvo will handle everything. With Korvo around, Terry doesn’t have responsibility because he wouldn’t need to.

Korvo and Yumyulack do cocaine more than Terry and Jesse.

S1 Korvo and Terry were like best friends/boyfriends, they were close. S2 they feel like a couple who’s been together for too long and they kinda lost value in their relationship but they’re still trying

What we know about Korvo so far (Might be more, these are from the episodes so far):

Likes to make fun of humans

He’s manipulative

Petty 

A slut

Does orgies with Terry but doesn’t engage? And bebones fish

Likes to watch/listen to super boring things. I like to think it’s because normal movies make him cry.

Falls in love? After sex? Willing to get married after one night of fucking

kinda cares for Terry

Likes his alone time with Terry away from the replicants

realized he likes his replicants

Doesn’t like it when he’s being disagreed with

Tugs Terry around

likes to be emasculated

Isn’t as chaotic as yumyulack

Likes it when Terry is agreeable

Only likes being with his team because he’s the one leading it and they make him feel valued

Likes it when his family is miserable without him; makes him feel needed

Wear blue makeup

Literally does something extreme to get what he wants

Would rather get killed by the other shlorpian than have Terry and Jesse die because of him

Not as insecure/self-loathing as i thought he would be

Deserved to be stabbed by Terry, but needs to be stabbed some more

Constantly calls Terry dumb and stupid

Gets lonely without Terry around

Even though he hates parties, he still wants to be asked if he wanted to go even if he says no

Expresses how he feels, like saying he and Terry haven’t had a night out together for a while

Banned dinner parties because Terry doesn’t spend enough time with him

What we know about Terry:

Likes to make fun of humans but with his family

Insecure

Likes to get drunk, usually drunk

Can outsmart Korvo

Isn’t intimidated by Korvo

will defy Korvo if he gets in the way of what Terry wants

Clever when he really needs/want something

Can’t form own opinions

Passive aggressive

Likes/allows himself to relax

Doesn’t express how he feels

Would confront Korvo if he was being a dick

Is a romantic, likes romance

Doesn’t fall in love after sex

Probably engages in orgies

Just wants to socialize and be around people like him.

Wants to be liked… maybe because he’s insecure?? Maybe that’s why he doesn’t hang out with Korvo as much anymore because Korvo belittles him, but Korvo is like “No, WE have to hang out.”

Repressed

Shallow

Somehow remembers pathfinding but not stuff about the pupa

Gets shit on a lot for no apparent reason

In s1, he freely wore his robe open despite not caring what other shlorpians think, but in s2 he can’t form his own opinions? Y’know, if Terry can’t think for himself on shlorp then he would’ve done the same things they did and not open his robe. What if Korvo made him that way?

Doesn’t like to be called stupid

Calls himself stupid and lazy

Doesn’t think anything will change the way he is

Gets distracted easily

Doesn’t tell Korvo about going to dinner parties because he already knows he hates people and parties

This season shows how much of a piece of shit Korvo is, then in the future season we get development. Also I really want Terry to realize his worth then go off on Korvo about how he always made him feel like shit, maybe during a climactic moment. Korvo apologizes but Terry doesn’t accept it because Korvo isn’t sorry about what he did, he’s just sorry for feeling bad about it.

Then Terry tells Korvo that he hates him and Korvo actually gets hurt by this. 

Now it’s Korvo’s turn to feel like shit. 

For reasons like this, shitty qualities of a character, is exactly why I love Korvo. Dunno why. Horrible characters have the potential for change, redemption OR pain.

It’s gonna be one of those, “you know what you have until you lose it” tropes

[vermillioncrown]

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. every time i rant about oats in my posts, roz fucking keeps me fed

enabler friend then inspires me to dump 3k in return lmao

(when we get to a point, ttbh should get posted on ao3. but later. hooo boy. there's a lot getting implied in our bits 😎)

It’s uncomfortable when Kui-Wing wakes up—like he’s missing something. His bed feels bare. Did the mink blanket get kicked off in the middle of the night? And it almost feels like the window was left open for too long, with how chills run down his back. As awareness trickles back into his body, he can feel how he’s not on a bed at all. It feels like a medical cot.

Hospital? What’s happening? Who’s there with him?

“He’s awake.”

“Okay, grab B. I’ll get him something to eat and drink, just in case.”

“Yeah, it’s been a long night.”

The whispers around him don’t sound like the clinical way medical staff talk around their patients. He’s being monitored? Nothing seems to be hooked up—

“Hey, hey—Korv, it’s okay.”

Who? Do they think he’s someone else? Kidnapping? Where’s Ma and Ba?

The owner of the first voice hurries over to where he’s lying. “I know, I know, it’s confusing, You’re safe, okay? Let’s wait for Tim to come back down before we start explaining things?” A large hand pats down on his hair, and he can’t help but open his eyes and give up the ruse (not that it seemed to be working).

Woah.

One of the prettiest guys he’s ever seen, in both of his lives, is smiling affectionately down at him. Why’s he looking at him like that?

Kui-Wing feels his face getting red hot and reflexively turns to bury himself into the uncomfortable padding under him.

“Gosh, I”—the pretty guy muffles a whine—”I am trying so hard. Okay, okay, be cool, Kon. No squeezing.” The hand comes back down even softer on his head. It feels good, but he still doesn’t know who this pretty guy is. He doesn’t seem dangerous…but he could be delusional. And he’s really observant, with how attentive he is towards Kui-Wing.

“It’ll be okay. Hang tight, Korv.”

Something about the pretty guy, how earnest and gentle he’s being, makes him feel safe to tell the truth.

“That’s…that’s not my name. You have the wrong person, Mister,” he tells him, squirming out from under his hand and sitting up. Hm. He’s in a medical gown.

The pretty guy falters and his face goes through a brief emotional journey. “Right…not yet. Shi—shoot. I don’t think you ever said when…”

“Ten,” the second voice from before says before the person rounds the corner of the stark room he’s in. “He goes by ‘Kui-Wing’ right now. I’m Tim, by the way. And that’s Kon.”

Oh no, the second guy, Tim, is also super pretty. He’s smiling down at him, a bottle of water and a packet of nuts on hand. And he said Kui-Wing’s name right, which is utterly bizarre for a white guy. He’s paying too much attention to him and it's giving him indigestion.

“Tim, that’s rude as hell,” the first guy, Kon, lectures. “I know Alfred’s out right now, but you could’ve asked me to make something. I think even economy flights treat their passengers better.”

“These”—Tim holds up the water and snacks—”are sealed, so he’ll know it’s safe. And you didn’t get Bruce like you were supposed to.”

“Got distracted.” Kon’s hand finds its way to Kui-Wing’s head again, and this time his hair gets ruffled. It’s not painful or rough, but it’s not something he’s used to and his reflex is to squeeze his eyes shut and move with the hand.

“Very fair.” Tim sounds even closer now. He’s amused. “Grab him now, Kon? Actually, make sure he recalls Dick ASAP.”

“Gotcha,” and Kon leaves the room after another hair ruffle. This time, Kui-Wing feels it coming and holds still.

Tim doesn’t start fussing with him the same way that Kon did. Normally, it’s like when old aunties and uncles poke and prod him, and Kui-Wing knows how to tolerate it enough. But the way the two of them look at him is…it’s way more than the patronizing interest of typical adults. There’s intent—nothing weird, but it’s like they’re completely focused on him. So, in a way, that’s still weird.

“Water,” Tim extends his offerings, flipping the bottle slowly twice and squeezing. Bubbles stream from the air pocket but nothing from the sides. He then peels off the plastic tab and hands the bottle over. “And some salted almonds,” he adds, shaking the little packet in his hand. “I don’t know if you have an upset stomach right now, though.”

“I feel fine,” Kui-Wing says carefully. It seems these people know him, somehow, and aren’t…hm. It’d be best to work with them for now. “May I have some, Mr. Tim?”

Show respect, don’t draw too much attention.

“Oh—Jesus, I don’t know how Dick survived this long. Serious psychic damage,” Tim mutters even as he opens the packet. “You can just call me ‘Tim’, Kui-Wing.”

“Nuh-uh, you’re an adult. I gotta be respectful,” he explains. Adults are less likely to bother with him if he doesn’t give them anything to complain about.

This time, Tim also comes in for a hair ruffle. “No wonder you were winning since day one—you’ve had years in the game. ‘Respectful’,” he snickers to himself.

Kui-Wing tries to not let a frown show. They’re too observant. It’s honestly a bit alarming, and only not more so because it’s clear they’re trying very hard to make him comfortable and not like some weird psy-op. He takes a sip of water to stay calm.

It really helps. So, he starts on the almonds, too.

“Did I get hurt, Mr. Tim?” That would be the obvious reason why he’s in a medical bay. It’s more cramped than he’d expect at some hospital, though. No windows, either.

“We don’t know yet,” Tim answers and it sounds honest for its uncertainty. He takes out a small heart rate monitor and another device. “And that’s what we’re trying to find out. But something did happen, which is why you don’t remember me or Kon right now.” He looks at Kui-Wing expectantly until he holds out a hand for the monitor.

Plausible. If they wanted to run some weird Truman Show experiment on him, there were so many ways to have staged it better…unless they were so deep in his head they were staging it like this to look uncertain and genuine. But then, Kui-Wing would be completely outdone in that it wouldn’t matter.

“Okay.”

Tim is nice, otherwise. He tells Kui-Wing everything he’s doing, and within three explanations vacillating between overly complicated jargon and veering towards patronizing, he seems to figure out exactly what Kui-Wing understands.

Maybe it finally happened—his Ma and Ba realized he wasn’t normal enough and gave him to an institution. And Tim is actually a doctor studying him, which is why he’s able to clock him immediately. But he’s being nice about it, so there’s no point in making life rough for himself if he doesn’t need to. And if the doctors are hoping he’s something special like the people on the news, the heroes, well…they’ll be disappointed.

Another voice becomes audible. “—okay?”

“He’s fine, Tim’s checking for residuals.”

Kon returns with an older, very handsome, man in an expensive, perfectly tailored suit. It’s slightly rumpled like he’s been sitting and moving too fast without time to straighten himself. The man stares down intensely at Kui-Wing, brows furrowed and mouth in a stoic line.

Kui-Wing stills. Kon leaves the older man’s side and plops himself down on the medical cot, right next to him. “It’s okay, Little K. Bruce is just surprised.” His hand rubs down his back. It’s surprisingly nice, so he doesn’t move away.

Tim passes by the man, Bruce, and snaps his fingers in front of his face. He continues on the way to some machines on the other side of the room. “You’re freaking him out, B.”

That seems to reanimate Bruce. He gives one glance back before moving towards the touchscreen that Tim was originally working on. All the technology around seems to imply this institution is really advanced.

“…he’s so small,” Bruce finally says.

“Wasn’t Dick eight? He couldn’t have been that much bigger.”

“It makes a difference.”

“Tim, you done?” Kon impatiently calls out to interrupt their conversation.

“We should do blood work,” Bruce suggests abruptly. He’s now frowning at the screen.

“B, we can’t keep holding off—I know that look on his face. Brain on overdrive.” Tim rolls his eyes but his tone is fond as he tidies up and walks over. “Explanations now before anything else. Where’s Dick?”

Bruce shakes his head minutely. “Nearest Zeta tube is hours away.”

Tim frowns. “Then it can’t be helped.” He sits down on Kui-Wing’s other side.

Kui-Wing looks up at Tim, and then at Kon. And when Bruce doesn’t come over to box him in, he feels himself relaxing again. Kon’s hand is back on his head, carding through his hair. There’s something about him, despite being so overwhelmingly beautiful and solicitous, that makes it not creepy. It’s a grounding point as Tim starts to talk.

Tim’s explanation is careful, deliberate, but for the three times Kui-Wing requests he reiterate certain points, it doesn’t seem like he’s lying. The way he's trying to contain his personal feelings about the situation is very earnest in its restraint.

So...

Magic. Magic that made him forget, that changed him so fundamentally—that’s just this kind of fucked up world now. Kui-Wing hoped he’d never have to deal with any of it if he kept his head down.

“I know this is a lot to ask for you to trust us on top of everything,” Tim tries to wrap up, his expression growing more hesitant. He’s looking at Kui-Wing like he’s waiting for him to say something.

What is there to say? Even if things are true, it’s not like it feels like that for Kui-Wing. He…he feels as fake-seven as ever. To know he has a whole new family here to help him, outside of just Ma and Ba, sounds unbelievable.

“Do you like frogs, Little K?” Kon segues, breaking through his ruminations.

The question comes out of left field. “They’re nice, Mr. Kon,” he ends up admitting.

“You like catching them?” Kon’s pulling something out of his pocket, his tone knowing and amused.

Well…

“It’s fun.”

“Here. Big-You thinks so, too.” Kon holds his phone, a picture blown up on the screen, in front of Kui-Wing.

There’s a guy in the photo. East Asian, glasses, but hair curlier than Kui-Wing’s waves. Same mole by the lip. He looks really cool—tattoos everywhere, as he’d expects for someone that’s supposed to be Kon’s friend. The guy is standing in murky water in the woods, face grinning and streaked with mud, and he’s holding a huge frog.

No way.

“That’s…me?” Kui-Wing looks up at the adults’ faces to track any bit of deception.

Bruce makes a little noise at the back of his throat. “Send that to Alfred,” and the words are softened from a demand to a request by the subtle amusement in them. “He’s annoyed we don’t have enough photos of everyone.”

“That’s you,” Tim confirms over Kon and Bruce negotiating photo distribution. He takes the phone and pans the photo with his fingers, pinching and zooming in on maybe-Kui-Wing’s face. The naked fondness with which he studies the photo is far too much to act out. “You never get sick of catching them, and yet every time we tell you to keep one as a pet, you say no.”

Kui-Wing doesn’t like the implications of that anecdote. “It’d be unfair to the frog to keep it solely for my amusement,” he reproaches Tim.

“That explanation also never changes,” Tim nods along with a chuckle.

Because Tim seems to not disagree, Kui-Wing goes back to analyzing the photo. Metadata shows a date in the far future. When Tim doesn’t stop him, he swipes through the neighboring photos and sees that the dates are consistent. He goes back to the photo and looks at Big-Him. Seeing the running script tattooed on the guy’s forearm confirms everything. No one else would know what it says.

Or, he’s already insane and this is all a dream. In that case—nothing better to do than to go along for the ride.

An hour later, he regrets going along with everything. The adults taking care of him—Kon, Tim, and Bruce, along with a bunch of others he’s yet to meet—all know him as ‘Korvin’ or ‘Korv’, so he’s okay answering to that. Korvin. It’s a pretty cool name.

They all want turns holding him when they see him tolerate Kon’s head pats. He doesn’t get the appeal but fine. They agree to ‘no cheek pinching’—small mercies. He feels like a cat being manhandled by their overenthusiastic owner.

He gets real clothes—new clothes—Tim delights in picking out too-nice everything for him, perfectly fitted and styled. Meticulous. It’s obvious that they’re well-off, with how he texts his order and there’s a huge delivery within the hour, but it feels like a waste. He’s still grateful, though.

But his personal toll—

“This is undignified,” he complains and raises his hands. The voluminous sleeves of the green hoodie given to him barely roll down to his wrists. “You’re just doing this because you can’t bully Big-Me! He’s gonna make you pay when he—I—”

Damn, this is confusing.

Kon’s curled up against the wall like he’s dying, clutching his phone to his chest. Bruce is sitting at the bench by the foot of the guest bed, looking to be daydreaming ten thousand miles away. Tim’s squatting in front of him, expression trying to remain earnest and sincere but giving a poor showing of it.

Korvin should just push the big jerk over.

“If this happened to me, oh—Big-You would be even worse,” Tim refutes. “I’d be menaced to within an inch of my life. He’ll understand.”

Okay, fuck it, pushing time—unfortunately, Tim’s also really fast along with being observant, and catches onto Korvin’s hands before he can be toppled. He holds him in place, no matter how hard Korvin steps and digs his feet into the carpet.

“It’s so comfy, though, isn’t it?” Tim tries to coax—more like, taunt him. “Don’t you want to wear the hood?”

“Oh, please, please wear the hood,” Kon begs from the sidelines. His hand tries to hold up his phone, red light indicating a recording, but it’s too shaky. He switches to stabilizing the device with his fancy telekinesis.

Okay, to be fair, the frog-shaped hood (the whole hoodie, in fact) is…it’s really comfy. But this is why people should love nothing and no one, lest their sentiments be used against them.

“Go pound sand, Mr. Tim,” he bites out at Tim, and the man looks about to burst either into tears or hysterical laughter.

Bruce actually lets out a little huff and Kon smacks the wall and rolls along the surface. The adults’ mischief is interrupted by a cacophony of alarms, all from their individual pockets. They pull out identical devices. Communicators?

A tense silence permeates the room once they’ve all checked their devices.

“Shit,” Kon curses, looking at whatever the device is displaying. “It’s that bad?”

“I did think it was weird we’re the only ones not”—Tim bites his thumbnail, brows furrowed in thought—”luckily, we decided to stay behind. Korvin’s presence is doing a bit to keep the distortions from us.”

Korvin looks down at himself. Besides the not-obvious obvious thing, he’s never been anything special-special. “I’m not doing anything?”

“That’s kind of the problem,” Tim says with a grimace. His hand comes up to brush Korvin's fringe. “Or more like, you can’t do anything right now.”

Bruce stands up and something about his posture shifts. Suddenly, he’s the most dangerous man in the room. “That dampening effect won’t last forever. And when the distortions gain enough strength to break through—”

Tim grabs onto him. It’s almost tight enough to hurt. “We can’t let that happen. And we don’t know how much time we have left.”

What’s going to happen? He can feel how tense Tim is, hear how his heartbeat starts to speed up with how he’s being crushed to Tim’s chest. From under Tim’s arm, he sees Kon float over and stand close. Protective.

Korvin squirms in Tim’s hold. “Mr. Tim,” he calls out. “Mr. Tim!”

He’s released from the crushing embrace only to have Tim latch onto his shoulders, face worried and scanning Korvin from head to toe. Kon doesn’t look any calmer.

“What’s gonna happen, Mr. Tim?” he asks out loud. They probably don’t want to say he’s dying. Nothing hurts, really…so there could be worse ways to go. He's a primary source on that.

After a moment of intense inspection, Tim seems to have figured something out. “Doesn’t matter—I won’t let it happen.” His words sound heavy like how he’d imagine a magical oath to feel. Tim stands up, lifts Korvin by the underarms and passes him to Kon’s telekinetic hold. It’s all so extraneous and while Korvin feels uneasy, it’s clear that the adults are much more rattled by the proceedings.

Kon grips him tight, both with his arms and power. His hand comes back onto Korvin’s hair. It…it does feel safe, for once, being held like this.

“What’s the move, Rob?”

“You have the simulation from last month, B?”

There’s an implied nod, and Tim answers Kon. “I have a plan. We’re calling in some help from outside.”

the time being had is of ambiguous quality, but we're certainly here

(ttbh for abbreviation purposes)

below the cut is the scene i wrote as gift fic for @vermillioncrown as a spin-off of our collab 'we're here for a good time, not a long time,' which we've hinted around in previous posts. (we were talking abt our beef w kidfic and this happened.) abt 1.7k words

to re-cap, general premise is that allie and korvin got de-aged in their respective universes, have to camp out in canon-verse for a little while as things settle down at home. whfagt events were abt six months prior.

Allie doesn’t think it’s unreasonable that when the very beautiful man who told her to call him Conner attempts to set her down amongst a group of vigilantes that she’s been assured are an alternate universe version of her family—and whom older her has apparently visited before?—she tightens her grip on his t-shirt and her knees around his hip.

The even more (somehow?) beautiful man who is first to approach them makes her hide her face in Conner’s shoulder because he’s so nauseatingly good-looking. Well, it’s a combo of that and people staring at her in general. Is everyone stupidly pretty here?

Someone makes a cooing noise.

“Jason filled us in,” says the Even More Beautiful Man. “This is Allie?”

His voice is all cheerful-gentle and Allie hates it, she does not want this man paying her his undivided attention, it’s mortifying, it’s even worse than when Duke and Jason had had to calm her down from a panic attack a few hours ago and had treated her with kid gloves and looked at her like she was the saddest, wettest kitten out in the rain.

But part of what he says makes her perk up, and she looks around the cave which is apparently called the Batcave because everyone sucks at naming things. “Jason?”

Conner snorts. “The more things change…”

“—I just don’t think it makes sense to leave me in an alternate universe with people I don’t know,” comes a child’s voice, only barely petulant, and Allie’s distracted from her search. “Can’t I be protected at—home? Don’t you have superpowers?”

“Yeah, but you’re extra squishy human right now, Korv,” says a fond-sounding Conner. A Conner who is not her Conner, or at least not the one holding her. It’s a Conner carrying a little boy piggy-back who looks about her age, walking down a set of stairs. Hm. She had gotten flown in through an entrance directly into the cave. It had been really cool.

“And the true dynamic duo is reunited,” mutters another pretty boy, trailing behind. He catches Allie’s eye and smiles.

Allie wants to die. Just how many beautiful people’s company can she be expected to endure?

“Reunited?” Allie redirects her attention. She looks at the little boy who looks back at her with equal discernment, and doesn’t recognize him though the preternatural canniness is viscerally familiar. “We’ve met?”

The Even More Beautiful Man clears his throat. “You and Korvin met the last time you were both in this universe, Allie.” He sounds slightly constipated. Unfortunately, it doesn’t diminish his charm.

“Yeah, and now it’s something something, latent agents of chaos and order, multiversal shenanigans never letting up, achieving balance in the force,” says Korvin’s Conner. “Easiest if you and Allie are in the same place for the time being while the rest of us do clean up. You two even each other out, existentially speaking.”

“That’s a stupid explanation,” Korvin grumbles. He darts another look at Allie, scans the cave.

Anything his Conner might say in response is drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle engine echoing, and Allie’s attention is stolen by the figure on the bike, who, besides Conner, is the only one she recognizes thus far. Though that’s not saying much.

Jason—or this universe’s version of him, and wow this is all getting confusing—eyeballs her once he’s parked and takes his helmet off, hair mussed and a little sweaty. He gives a little wave. “Hey, Allie.”

“Hi,” she replies, and she can feel her cheeks reddening again. She turns away.

“No memories at all?” asks Jason in a tone of confirmation more than interrogation, and she’s not a hundred percent on who he’s talking to, but she decides it’s not her. Besides, he should already know this since her Jason is the one that initiated contact with him about her coming here.

Conner answers. “Nothing past the age she is now.” He rubs his hand on her back.

Time to lean in.

“I’m seven,” she announces in her best ‘I’m baby’ impression.

“Me too,” says Korvin.

“Fascinating,” says the pretty boy. “You had at least a ten year age gap last time.”

“So, this is a situation that is potentially hilarious, and I’d love to stick around for multiple reasons not even to do with the hilarity, but unfortunately there’s a time crunch.” Korvin’s Conner sounds genuinely apologetic.

“Ditto.” Conner is similarly regretful. “Believe me, I want to hang around, and you are wicked cute as a kid—” he directs this part at Allie “—but the universe-saving thing. Kind of pressing.”

“They’ll be safe here,” assures the oldest man in a gruff voice. He’s handsome, but in a dad kind of way where he looks like he needs a nap and a shave. Allie bets he gives really good hugs if you’re able to surprise one out of him.

“Hopefully less mayhem than last time,” says the Even More Beautiful Man with a laugh. “Admittedly not a high bar to clear, though.”

Everyone has been extremely vague about what had happened the last time Allie had universe-hopped, her Jason especially, and he had seemed to know the most. Maybe she’ll get some answers here.

“This is child abandonment, I’m pretty sure,” protests Korvin when his Conner detaches him and sets him down. His Conner winces deeply.

“I’ll be back, Korv,” he promises, crouched down to eye level and more serious than an adult making those kinds of promises to a kid usually is.

“Hm,” is all Korvin says.

“You too, now, Allie,” says her Conner. He’s wearing a reassuring expression. “Back soon.”

She doesn’t put up a fuss this time, though she feels a little silly standing there in the Wonder Woman t-shirt her Jason had given her—older-hers, apparently, and she swims in it even with the hem tied in a knot at her waist—and the jeans and shoes that had been hastily purchased in her home universe.

The two Conners eye each other, and then Korvin’s Conner says, “Good to know I can pull off a nose ring.”

Her Conner scoffs. “I can pull off anything.”

Korvin’s Conner grins. “It's true, I can.”

“See you in a bit, Allie.”

“Real soon, Korv.”

The two of them have some universe-traveling bracelet doohickey and vanish in short order, and Allie looks around the gathered inhabitants of the Batcave—seriously such a stupid name—and then at Korvin, who looks back at her, and, in unspoken agreement, they move closer to each other.

“I think this means we’re best friends now,” she says solemnly.

Korvin nods back with equal solemnity.

The Even More Beautiful Man squats down and smiles at them. “Either of you hungry?”

“Is Steph here?” Allie ignores him and peers around the cave for effect. ”Or Duke?”

“Steph and Duke?” Korvin asks her, also ignoring the Even More Beautiful Man.

“They're nice,” Allie informs him. ”And Steph's really pretty.”

The Even More Beautiful Man makes a noise in the back of his throat, apparently of confusion or dismay, because he quickly clears it and that noise is different. “Steph's wrapping some things up and Duke has class. He'll be back for dinner.”

“Oh.” Allie stops looking around. She still doesn't look at the Even More Beautiful Man; it'd be like looking at the sun if the sun wasn't an indifferent ball of burning gas and instead actively liked you.

“Who are you, anyway?” says Korvin to the Even More Beautiful Man, though Allie notices that he doesn't look at him straight on. Still. Respect.

The Even More Beautiful Man smiles again. “I'm Dick—”

Allie chokes, shares a frantic glance with Korvin.

“That's a bad word,” Korvin accuses instantly.

“I can't say that, I'll get in trouble,” Allie follows up.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“That's not nice.”

“You shouldn’t try and trick people.”

“I don’t like this.”

Korvin latches onto her hand; she squeezes back. They shuffle even closer to one another.

The pretty boy is clearly biting his cheek in order not to laugh, his face pinking. Dick—and not only is everyone pretty here, the bad names aren’t limited to places, apparently—just stares at them, shell-shocked.

“I—it’s not a bad word, my name is—Dick is short for Richard. It’s a nickname.” He sounds thoroughly lost.

“Sure, Mr Richard,” returns Korvin derisively.

The pretty boy loses it at the same time as Jason bursts into a full-on cackle and Dick’s expression turns to one of horror. Allie, trying not to observe everyone else laughing so that she doesn’t crack, manages instead to make eye contact with the old guy, who gives her the most subdued yet intense smile she’s ever seen, causing her to reflexively smile back.

“His name really is Dick,” the old guy says, subdued-amused. Wow, everything about this guy is subdued, but strictly in a lurking-under-the-surface kinda way. “I’m Bruce. Allie, you’ve met Jason. Korvin, you’ve met Tim. The others will be by eventually and we’ll do further introductions as needed.”

Smart, not offering up information until it’s immediately relevant. Also, paranoid. Allie notices Bruce noticing that she notices, and, judging by the grip on her hand, Korvin notices, too.

“Holy shit, this is great,” Jason wheezes.

“Language,” Tim wheezes back, setting them both off again.

With an air of trying to regain his equilibrium, Dick looks to her and Korvin, jokes, “What, you’re not going to reprimand Jason for using a bad word?”

Korvin scuffs his foot on the concrete, looking down, hand swinging in hers. “Not my business.”

Allie, feeling a little emboldened by the general good humor, interprets: “He’s not trying to make us say anything bad, so it’d be rude to reprimand.” Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, she continues, “And we have fucking manners.”

Even Dick loses the ability to hold it together in the face of such impeccable logic; he snorts loudly, claps a hand over his mouth.

Korvin grins and laughs, then, and Allie grins back.

[officermorozov]

Whose in Charge

After things had settled down in town, he’d gotten Jolyan taken care of, and back to the station to see how things had gone booking the man that had caused the ruckus it was time for the castle to take over. Ransom wasn’t the biggest fan of how things were dealt with here, this wasn’t the US and even though it was in Russian, it didn’t really follow that flow either. It was all on the castle, all up the vampires. Ransom not the biggest fan of them as it stood and even less so the more he stayed in the town specially with a half breed on his payroll. Jame’s had said he wanted to keep it on the down low. Ransom wasn’t fan, but he understood. He’d his for a long time he was half demon. 

Leaning back in his chair he had the phone to his ear. James had gotten the details on the slave and their systems finally updated with info from the castle meaning he new species, slaves, masters, staff. It was nice to know what he was dealing with before he was dealing with it. It was standard issue to have bullets made and treated with different materials and magic to handle the array of creatures in the area, the biggest issue was getting those bullets into his gun before whatever the fuck it was came barreling at him. 

His thoughts were cut off as the phone was finally picked up. “Seth Harper?” He asked into the receiver waiting for it to be confirmed. “This is Chief Morozov at the Korv’s town PD. Your slave is currently being held in one of our cells. We’re going to need you go to come down to the station, fill out some paperwork, and make sure you bring cash, we no longer takes checks. to pay his fine. Unfortunately because of the property damage and he’s actions following that, you’re looking at about $250k to pick him up. I know it sounds like a lot, but trust me, I’d do what you can to get it and pick him up.” He said before giving the address and hanging up with the other. 

@witchysethharper

[silentghosttimez]

Almost all of the hate Xanderhal gets is just EXTREMELY in bad faith, it's just people spreading a bunch of lies about him that can EASILY be debunked if they were actually there to watch some of his streams.

It's understandable if you're iffy about him because of his past ableism, even people in his chat/audience get in him for that and try to educate him on.

But saying shit like:

"He's a racist/white supremacist" is completely a lie, he literally speaks AGAINST racism. People legit think he's racist because he said a black youtuber he was watching seems far from being reactionary which????? That's a compliment, being called the opposite of reactionary is a good thing tho so why are y'all mad?????

"He's a nazi pedo" He literally is neither of those things, he also ACTIVELY has his audience report pedo/loli accounts and has even gotten into an argument with a pedo that tried to justify lolicon on his streams.

"isn't he alt right?" No, but like many young kids and teens on the internet, he DID go down the pipeline when he was a dumb, vulnerable, impressionable kid. I, a black person, ALSO went down the alt right pipeline(aka the sunken place) when I was a dumb kid, vulnerable to reactionary content, I was VERY reactionary when I was around 15 to 16 looking back at my own watch/search history and my thought process at the time. I can confidently say that Xanderhal has greatly grown past all of that, and so have I.

"isn't he transphobic/didn't he leak blair white's deadname?" No, he is VERY supportive towards trans people though many people like korv*day have tried to paint him this way. I think people got mad because he as a cishet white man tried to speak up for them when he tries to defend people from transphobia, so they just started making up shit. The most yikesy he's ever gotten is saying he " knew" philosophytube was trans, which he later apologized for on stream. He didn't "leak" blair white's deadname, if you knew the context, he was watching one of her videos and in the video, Blair brought up an email, in which the emailer kept bringing up a masc name that made it seem as though it was her actual deadname, a few people in chat thought the email shown in her video was her deadname, and some asked about in confusion of whether it was her deadname. So, Xanderhal, though it was yikes, tried to look up if the person in her video was calling her by her actual deadname, though nothing came to fruition from this and nothing was found so, no, he leaked nothing of hers. And if the name WAS her deadname, then that would only mean Blair leaked her own deadname.

"he's diet vaush/destiny" he's actually been around longer than vaush, and destiny was the one he was ORIGINALLY inspired by, though he's realized after talking to Destiny that destiny is kind of a fucking asshole and so is his audience, so he's not really a fan or destiny anymore I guess.

It understandable if you don't like Xanderhal because he's kind of an asshole at times, talks alot, and also kinda overshares too much, but it's very bad faith when you just straight up lie abt him or just regurgitate shit bad faithers have said about him. If you want him to get better at, or understand things better then you should just talk to him about it instead of immediately getting all pissy about it