My name is Cyan! I’m 21 years old and very normal about BlygBankKa!
I go by any pronouns and am a bi aroace demigirl! I have also been diagnosed with autism and pcos!
My hyperfixations at the moment are Until Dawn and The Quarry and my special interest is Splatoon! Other things I am passionate about are The Dark Pictures Anthology, Donkey Kong Bananza, Silent Hill, Mario and the Luigi’s Mansion series! I’d love to chat about any of these with people! (Especially Princess Daisy and Shiver, and of course BlygBankKa!)
My other platforms are AO3 and Twitter, where my username is the same! I’m hoping to use AO3 and Tumblr more especially because my passion for writing is returning thanks to my three quarry girls <3
How long had it even been there? How did he not know? What if one of the kids ended up caught up in it? It would’ve been all his fault. The guilt would’ve haunted him for the rest of his sorry life.
He thought back to the fond memories he had over camp. The little kids running up to his radio hut to tell him exciting imaginative stories and the music they liked in hopes he’d play it on the morning radio, which he of course did every time. The little kids gossiping to him about their camp crushes.
They trusted him, and he broke that trust.
Surely he had to be imagining it. This was his mind fucking with him, it had to be. From all the terror he experienced tonight, he’s started seeing things that weren’t there. His mind is just conditioning him to believe there was terror to be witnessed every breathing second he had left of his life until his soul was ripped from his body.
He tested whether or not it was true, whether or not his mind was actually playing tricks on him. He threw a random stick on the ground next to him towards it, and, sure enough…
“...”
He flinched away from the now used and definitely real bear trap.
Fear burst up inside him, clawing at his nerves. But he couldn’t panic.
He couldn’t panic because he was right next to Ryan.
He couldn’t panic because his newfound friends were out there fighting for their lives. He had to remain calm for them.
He couldn’t panic because that wasn’t in character of him. He’s the comedian, the jokester of the group.
So, he did what he learned to do best over the months.
Pretend. Joke. Because this scenario was for certain one thing that definitely could not fuck with him like his imagination.
“Something like that could really take your hand off.”
I’m going to try and do most if not all of these depending on my schedule! Thank you so much to @andromaqves for hosting this <3
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The silence was killing him.
The smell of blood was killing him.
Everything was killing him.
Yet… he continued to breathe. Continued to have a pulse. He had no choice.
Max didn’t know these people. He should have known these people, though. Yet amongst the sea of red painting the camp, the only familiar face was his now deceased girlfriend, Laura Kearney. Their final conversation in the treehouse should not have been their penultimate moment. That kiss goodbye should not have been their final moment.
Tonight should not have been any counsellors last moments except his.
He recognised none of the others, yet he recognised they had families. He recognised they had each other, too, possibly forming their own little second family during the summer, also. Maybe Laura and himself could have belonged in that family if they arrived the day they were supposed to.
He had no right to include himself, though. He did nothing. Everyone sacrificed, fought, and died for each other. What did he do? Nothing. He was beyond useless. All he did was cause hurt.
Hurt poor Emma Mountebank. The innocent girl he knew nothing about, other than the fact her dreams were shattered that one night, murdered and discarded alongside her outside a treehouse. Because of him.
Hurt poor Laura Kearney. She was going to be the best vet in the world. She did everything for Max, she was his soulmate. Everything she did that night was for the sake of helping Max. Something she would not have done in the first place if they just went to that damn motel. Now, she remains in the woods where the nightmare all began for eternity. Because of him.
No matter how much Max cleaned and scrubbed away at his hands, the blood from that night never seemed to go away. It remained there, consuming his sense of smell and taunting him for the rest of his pathetic, undeserved life.
Redraw of this piece I made in january! It's only been a couple of months and so much has changed. It feels unreal :,3
bit of personal yapping below:
honestly if you told me a year ago that I would post my drawings on the internet, I would've laughed. And now, seeing how much support I get on here, and how many wonderful people I've met both here and on tqbros dc server, it still feels like a dream. I can't thank you all enough really. Love yall<33
I have no drawing ideas at the moment, so take these lil guys as a recompensation<3 and if you'd like me to draw any other ship or duo, feel free to inbox me!(rarepairs are more than welcome)
not sure if you meant romantically or platonically so i took liberty to draw them in my favourite outfits of theirs and with their favourite snack!! >_<
in honour of pride month i have projected myself onto my four favourite characters from my favourite game. these are my new pride flags. enjoy.
dylan lenivy - asexual (headcanon)
emma mountebank - aromantic (headcanon)
ryan erzahler - bisexual (canon)
kaitlyn ka - demigirl (headcanon)
i actually do have reasoning for these by the way if anyone is interested in hearing them. maybe. idk. it’s mostly that but also like i said yeah mostly projectionSorry!
