Hello Tumblr. If you're looking at this account, then I'd say you know who I am. Yes, I am D3rlord. I would prefer that name, if you'd please.
I... don't really know what happened last. Or what happened between then and now, to put it better. It felt like my head was splitting apart and reforming every second even while writing my goodbye, and then all I saw was black after I pressed upload. I could... hear him. In my head. Whispering, yelling, I don't know anymore, it all sounded just as loud.
I only just woke up, sitting in front of my computer. Evidently I passed out... or died. But I'm awake now. And I have a Tumblr account, which I'm sure didn't exist prior. My head still hurts, but not as much. It's manageable, and feels empty for the first time in ages. While I figure all this out, I may as well record my findings in some way. I have for basically everything else.
#d3rtalks will be my general tag
#d3rasks will be for answering asks
#d3rlore is for important events
And anything else will be added if needed.
- D3rlord
Hi! Mod here!! Just call me Witness. It/He for me. This is... a very idealised version of post-DAWTDE events, where D3r is alive and well (not really but he's breathing and can think), and Tumblr is open for some reason. I don't know how to write someone who has infinite knowledge lol, so imagine his mind just put up walls around it while he and KiY were fusing because of freaky eldritch powers. Sometimes stuff might leak through though.
Anon list (dated 14/4/26)
I am jumping between this account and my main one, so chances are there will be some delays in response times and such (as well as me having a life outside Tumblr).
My main! Don't use it much but: @achilliesofnowhere
This AU officially has a name!!! The 'Kintsugi Timeline' AU. The link is to the official recap account.
@averyposting is this AU's Avery! Run by FMN
Anyway! This is my first attempt at a RP account. I'll try my best to honour D3r's character (and Wifles since he literally made the guy). I refuse to grammar like an American though✌️
If I need to post OOC, I'll use #witnessposting and #modposting, along with anything else needed.
what's you and avery's favorite color? and no i don't mean avery's fav color is ___ and your fav color is ___ i mean like a color you both agree is nice and is you guys's collective favorite
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Um. I don't think we have... that? He's sleeping right now so I can't really ask him. I know they like green so... maybe that? I don't know.
[Avery and Derek's apartment. 18/07/2026, 7:53 pm]
Derek: @derhutchins333
Avery: @averyposting
It was past afternoon, early evening, the sun was beginning to set.
Avery woke up in their bed, alone. Slow and steady they sat up, looking around confused.
"...Hhhmhh..."
He groaned, still trying to wake up properly from his nap. He’s been sleeping somewhat a lot recently, mostly due to the fact that all of his body was still sore after what happened in DMS. The bruises still hurt and bandages kept itching.
Once Avery rubbed his eyes and became more aware of his surroundings, he finally started questioning where his significant other was.
"...Derek?" He called out.
"Bathroom," was all Derek mumbles from the corresponding room. Barely audible aside from the quiet of the dusk. He hadn't seemed that bad when Avery fell asleep, so questions played on their mind.
"Just... mm... Avery? Could you... lock the door, please? From the outside."
He paused. Derek didn't want to risk ignoring the gnawing pain in the back of his head - he knew it too well at this point. The most miserable part is that he doesn't even know how it took hold so quickly.
"I can feel it again."
Avery carefully got off bed, rubbing his thigh as it still ached, before heading into the direction of the bathroom, carefully peeking in with concern on their face.
"Hmmm... this guy again? God, when will he quit this crap... just hope he leaves you alone soon."
They pulled out a spare lock from one of the cupboards, before putting it on the door.
"...just stay safe okay?"
And with a click it was locked, him sliding down against the wall outside the bathroom. God, what does this yellow bastard want again? You’d think he’d already quit trying by that point...
"Yeah, I will be. Thank you, love." Derek's voice sounded like he was right on the other side, back to the now locked door. "How's your leg? We, ah, can do shopping tomorrow. Get some more painkil-"
The bathroom suddenly got eerily quiet, Avery's ears straining for even a breath. A dull thump startled them, even if it didn't sound too serious. Not far to fall when you're already sitting down.
Well... the leg still hurt, that’s for sure. Maybe it would be a good idea to go to the hospital. That’s what Avery was gonna answer Derek, before they had gotten startled by the thump. He flinched.
"...Derek? Derek! Are you okay?!"
They sounded worried, and well, reasonably. They were now facing the door, their hands placed on it, as they tried to be able to hear at least something. As much as they wanted to go inside and check on him, they knew it was too dangerous, Derek did feel the King’s presence after all.
Please, be okay...
It took far too long for a single noise to grace the small apartment. One that wasn't their rapid breathing, at least.
"...you prepared for my arrival yet again? How absolutely drab. If only you had stayed asleep."
The voice was Derek's... to a degree. Yet the soft undertones were gone, replaced by something cold. Something unfeeling.
As Avery heard that now familiar, ear-grating tone, their demeanor instantly changed, letting out an audible frustrated sigh and scoff.
"Guh... what the hell do you want now? Leave Derek alone."
At least Derek was okay physically... hopefully. There was still concern for an injury the King ignores.
"How many times must I repeat myself? Do at least try to prove you are intelligent."
There is a pause, followed by a sigh that sounded as if it was causing some amount of pain to talk to Avery.
"Derek Hutchins is my vessel now. He offered himself in place of you, and so we are now binded. It is my divine right to use my vessel as I wish."
"Urrrghhh..."
A muted thump is heard from Avery’s side, as they make their head fall back against the wall. Not to intentionally hurt himself, but just... out of frustration.
"Well, neither of us want you to use Derek as your vessel and you can’t do much in here, so how about you just... go back to doing whatever King stuff you usually do when not being a dick."
"His 'want' does not matter anymore, and yours? Your thoughts are nothing. His walls are strong, but I have broken harder. I wonder... how much could I change Derek Hutchins until he is unrecognisable to his own love?"
Avery straightened.
"...what does that mean."
A hollow laugh comes from the bathroom. "You have never even met Derek Hutchins, not as a real human. For as long as you have known him, I have been there. His mind belongs to me."
"Did you think changing his eyes was the extent of what my manifestation can do? That I could not... bend him? Make him resemble the one who holds his fate?"
A frustrated sigh came out of the other
"Oh, shut up. I know you’re just trying to manipulate me and stuff. If it wasn’t Derek, MJ would’ve noticed. His parents too, even if they’re... assholes."
"Manipulation? Perhaps. That does not mean it is a lie. Do you really believe an entity such as I could be housed in a vessel, broken or otherwise, without the capability to influence it?"
"Perhaps those thoughts of yours were correct. You really are so very idiotic."
"...of course you’re the one to think that. But I don’t care about your opinion. I’m not listening to some banana peel trying to tell me that my partner is influenced by it or whatever. I still love him, and I know he loves me too. Got anything else to say?"
"I know how to help with that little side project of yours. The one you are... oh-so-interested in making come true."
"...side project? The hell are you talking about?"
"Perhaps I was mistaken. Has your interest in my previous vessels waned since our last conversation?"
Avery pauses.
"That’s something me and Derek are looking into ourselves. What’s in it for you?"
"I get to watch you fail, even while knowing every possible thing you could."
"Why should I listen to you? For all we know, you’re a lying manipulator, who will kill both of us if we do what you want."
"I might. I might not. Are you willing to disregard my offer because of a petty judgement?"
"...'petty judgement'? PETTY JUDGEMENT?! YOU NEARLY KILLED BOTH OF US BEFORE! INTENTIONALLY! SEVERAL TIMES!"
"And...? Your lives are already so dreadfully short, it is a miracle any of you even care for minuscule things such as that."
"OH, FUCK OFF!"
A loud thud is heard as Avery punches the door in anger, before sitting back down and groaning with frustration.
"Fucking asshole..."
"So I take it my knowledge is not wanted? You all get worked up over the smallest of things, really."
"Ohh, and what can you POSSIBLY tell us that we don’t already know? That we should kill someone and bring them as a sacrifice to you? Tch..."
Another frustrated sigh is heard.
"I may be old, but I do not abide by those rites. There was not any deaths when I was funnelled into Derek Hutchins, was there? None that directly related, at least."
"He nearly died. I know there was... blood. He felt like he was dying."
"And yet, he did not. Because of me, I add."
"None of this would’ve happened in the first place if it wasn’t for you. Derek wouldn’t be suffering."
"He has been happier because of me. While it was certainly not my intention in the slightest, to deny it would be foolish."
"Fuckingselfcenteredprick."
Avery takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool.
"Yeah yeah, think whatever makes you feel better. Just get to the point already before I walk away from the door."
"My point is that transferring vessels is nothing new. The humans wished for a way for me to walk among then, and that I did. Simply wearing the skin of the devout until it crumbled."
"...transferring?"
"If that simple word is unknown to you, it is truly a wonder why Derek Hutchins admires you."
"No- no. I know what it means, but... what does it mean in THIS context?"
"It means that my consciousness is moved to another vessel. There is no absence of good vessels in this world. True vessels and broken ones are unique in that respect."
"...so what you’re saying is that your cult could’ve chosen ANYONE as the vessel, but they decided to choose some random chud skywars player."
"The cult that had worshipped me never had any control over who I chose. They certainly believed they did, though."
"Okay. My question stays. Why did you choose some chud as your vessel?"
"True vessels are not randomly chosen. They are predetermined anchors for those beyond humanity. The life you lived prior, well... it does not matter."
"...sure, whatever."
Avery takes a deep inhale, getting their thoughts together.
"...can- can the transfer happen while the current vessel is... still alive?"
"I never saw it attempted, but I do not see why not. All that is truly needed is the current vessel and the replacement."
"...but you’ll still cause havoc if that happens, so that won’t do... plus that person will be in pain as well."
"Might be. Might not be. I believe I have told you all I care to talk of."
Another sigh of frustration.
"You’re a dick. Just... we’ll figure something out that DOESN’T involve you dominating the world and getting someone else hurt. Again maybe we could shove you into a doll or something..."
"It needs to be a living human."
"...whatever, we’ll think of something. We won’t let you hurt someone like this again."
[Timeskip: 2 hours. 10:06 PM]
Avery lies asleep against the same wall of the bathroom, their head hanging down. Doesn’t seem to be the most comfortable position, but they make it work.
A knock slowly comes from the other side of the door, along with a gentle thud of a head against wood.
"...Avery?" Derek’s voice was tired, but his.
"Mmrrghh..."
Avery grunted a little before finally waking up, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the bedroom. A faint voice can be heard from their side.
"...whaa...?"
"Could you unlock the door again? I'm... me."
"...Derek?"
Their voice sounded relieved, happy almost. That tone... the King could never have his voice sound like that.
"Mm..."
But just in case...
"...what version of Minecraft were slimes added in?"
"Slimes...?" He sounded confused, his head still pounding. He hums for a few seconds. "I think, um... Java Edition Alpha. Version 1.0.11."
A quiet chuckle is heard. "Heheh... alright, it’s you for sure."
After a few moments, the lock clicks and the door opens, Avery standing in the doorway. They reach their hand down to help him get up.
"Are you okay, flowerbud?"
Derek takes his hand, leaning against him for a few moments before remembering their injury. He moves towards the bed, sitting down with a sigh.
"Mm... yeah. Headache."
They walk up to the bed and sit next to him as well.
"...wanna rest a little?"
"Mhm." He nods, already wrapping his arms around the other.
"Alright..."
Avery proceeds to hug him and lie down in bed, pulling the covers over them both.
