I LOVE SDLS (sad doomed lesbian story) SO MUCH OH MY WORDDDD! But I canāt find good references for any characters or rant to anyone cuz itās a dead game!!!
I love Zuny x Laura but TBH Dwayne x MARSHALL IS MY OTP FOR THIS SERIES bcs
-spoilers ahead-
-Dwayne has every right to hate Marshall for hitting zuny with his car
-Dwayne would start hating Marshall but Marshall low-key doesnāt care and hates everyone anyways.
So I think that slowly Dwayne would grow to enjoy Marshallās company and Marshall would kinda open up. I hc Marshall as a stoner so maybe he was stoned the day he hit zuny and regretted it but didnāt know how to say it cuz hes emotional constipated!!!! Rahhh! And so Dwayne helps him bring her flowers!
I still need to draw them together tho might make a comic
YOU ARE PESTS AND ANTS BENEATH MY HEEL WAITING TO BE CRUSHED. THE DAY I FINALLY RIDE AND ESCAPE THIS HELL WILL BE THE DAY THAT YOU LOSE YOUR LIVES!!!!!!!!
but i think the roles should be switched around, yes? get your pussy destroyed and keep yourself satiated. knowledge isn't as useful when it comes to first-hand womb-filling experience!
the first few months after everything happened were⦠kinda hard, but it got better :] thereās been so much going on lately itās kinda crazy, especially with the whole multiverse thing lol
i still have some, uh⦠issues from what happened at the church, but it hasnāt been as bad as back then luckily!!
He stopped typing for a bit, pondering his answer while KIY nagged him in his mind, wanting to reply differently. But Derek managed to shove it into thr back of his head. He wasn't sure what to say. He feels guilt, although logically he knows it isn't really his fault. But recalling the note he left before he was meant to die, and knowing Avery didn't respond well to it, it made him feel... complex feelings. He sat in his newly bought spinny chair with his legs up to his chest, his headwings making soothing motions on his cheek to keep him calm.
I just... hope you're not, hm, resentful towards me (us?). For everything. I still believe in you, Avery. You can push through this.
And yeah, I'm guessing there's your otherwordly versions on this site too...?
iām not, i donāt think i could ever be resentful towards you
i mightāve been kinda angry when you were sacrificing yourself for me and everything, but i wouldāve done the same for you
yeah iāve met a bunch of different versions of me!! itās so weird, weāre all the same person but weāre so different. thereās one world where i took the place of the kiy, and another where you actuallyā¦
ā¦anyways, iāve met a bunch of yous too!! i sortaā¦
*Avery stops typing and leans back in his chair, tapping his desk with one hand and biting on the inside of his cheek. How is he supposed to put thisā¦*
He stared at his screen for a bit, blinking in shock. He struggles to differentiate platonic and romantic interest, so he's surprised his other versions are so eager to be with Avery so quickly.
But he softened up when pondering, not quite blaming them. Avery's simplicity and chill yet emotional personality was indeed magnetic. He does wish to talk to him more after everything.
Well, I hope they're good to you? I don't... like, the "infinite knowledge" thing came to a halt now, so I don't exactly know what my other selves are like. Hopefully not too awkward, haha.
the following writing piece contains the following:
a nightmare sequence
body horror
blood
a depiction of a panic attack
please proceed with caution!Ā
āAvery.āĀ
At the sound of his name, Avery jolts, his eyes snapping open.Ā
He immediately recognizes where he is. Itās the platform inside the temple, where he had found Derek sacrificing his mind to contain the King in Yellow. A shiver runs down his spine. Why is he back here?
Then, looking across the platform, Avery sees a familiar figure, clad in gold and red.Ā
āDerek..?ā Avery calls out.
āYou couldnāt save me, Avery.āĀ
āDerekā turns around, and the sight makes Avery feel sick to his stomach. A mixture of blood and golden ichor ooze from underneath āDerekāsā armor, leaving thick, sticky trails as it drips to the floor. His posture is hunched and his movements are erratic, as if he is a corpse being moved by the strings of a puppet.Ā
A pair of unnaturally yellow eyes stare out from underneath the helmet. Avery is stuck staring back, frozen in his own body as the eyes seem to be dissecting him, tearing past flesh and bone to pick apart his very being. Every part of him screams to move, but his feet remain planted to the ground.Ā
āWhy didnāt you do more?āĀ
āDerekā continues to stagger forward, his movements becoming more and more erratic with every step. Suddenly, he begins to cough, bending over and retching as blood and ichor spill out of his mouth. The viscous mixture begins to pool beneath Avery, covering his feet like it wants to hold him down.
Avery continues to stare at āDerekā, opening his mouth to speak, to yell out, to do anything, but nothing comes out. Heās entirely helpless.Ā
With a snap, one of āDerekāsā arms contorts, bending outwards in a way that is not natural, and the other arm follows. Then, his head snaps up, the two yellow eyes staring into his once more. His mouth opens, the liquids continuing to pour, and a voice rings out.Ā
āThis is what you did.āĀ
The floor seems to disappear from beneath Avery as he finds himself free falling into the pitch-black void, reaching up towards the contorting figure of āDerekā.Ā
A terrified, gut-wrenching scream erupts from his throat.Ā
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āDEREK!āĀ
Thud.Ā
Avery frantically looks around, his vision blurry and dark around the edges, as his hands claw at the carpeted floor beneath him. Barely any air is entering his lungs, the panic he feels acting as a boa constrictor tightening around his chest, ready to strike. He raises a shaking hand to his face, feeling the cascade of hot tears traveling down his cheeks.Ā
Heās in his bedroom, on the floor in front of his desk. He must have fallen out of his chair.Ā
A choked sob escapes his lips and he moves a hand to cover his mouth, his entire body trembling. He curls his legs to his chest, making himself smaller as the words from the nightmare loop through his head.Ā
āYou couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more? You couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more? You couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more? You couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more? You couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more? You couldnāt save him. Why didnāt you do more?ā
*Avery flushes at the contact, leaning further into the touch as he stares back into Derekās eyes, though he has a questioning, confused look at the way Derek says āfriendsā*
*quickly leaving, moreso to recompose, i come back with a black tee-shirt and shorts*
i don't know how well these will fit since i'm taller than you are, however these were all i could find. the rest of my clothes are... well, they weren't something i envision you wearing, is all.
*hands avery the spare clothes*
not that i envision you often; i apologise if that seemed... implicitory. /flustered
anyway, the bathroom is just down the hall if you want to get changed there. you can leave your wet clothes with me, i'll put them in the dryer. it's still raining so i'd recommend staying the night, but i do have an extra umbrella if you want to go home.
iāll stay the night!! i mean, i donāt wanna get soaked by the rain again. okay, iām gonna go get changed real quick, iāll be back!!
*Avery hurries off to the bathroom, quickly changing into the dry clothes once he shuts the door. Theyāre a bit long on him, hanging off of his body slightly. He realizes what it probably would look like to someone with no context, but he quickly shakes that out of his head and leaves the bathroom, his wet clothes in a ball in his hand as he walks back to Derek.*
right then, we should get the pastry out the freezer so it can get back to room temperature, and in the meantime we'll cook the meat mince. then, we can stuff the pastry with the meat. ah, and if you want, you can add capsicum or potatoes in your empanadas, too.
*as i get the pastry and mince out, i continue rambling*
i've been meaning to make these for a while, mind you. just didn't have much time to do so until now. well, that and the fact i still have leftover soylent to finish, so i didn't feel like making food that'd go to waste, i guess. but since you haven't tried them before, i'm eager to make them. i want to see if you like them.
okay. that's fine. i was just wondering if that ever... if it's weird being around me, when you're dating another version of me? or, multiple versions now, i suppose.
i mean, surely i must remind you of your boyfriend(s) in a way.. right?
and if that were the case, then it'd only make sense you'd be attracted to me. but... i don't want to ruin what you have with your partner(s). if i get in the way of your relationship.. i can't. i can't get in the way of it. because i respect you and your relationships, even if they're with other versions of me. i know i'd get jealous in their place.
so, uhm... i guess the question is, are they ā or, am i...? ā okay with you being here, spending the night where, theoretically, anything can happen and they'd be none the wiser? i mean, i know nothing will happen ā not unless you want it to happen ā but.. they wouldn't exactly know, would they?
i'm just... i don't want to be the reason you have problems in your relationships down the line.
*Avery reaches over and takes one of Derekās hands in his, giving it a light squeeze.*
they donāt mind what i do with other Dereks as long as i still, yāknow, pay attention to them and donāt neglect our relationships. you wonāt cause problems for us. youāre not gonna get in the way.
and itās not like they wouldnāt know anything. i talk to them about stuff, iām not keeping secrets, donāt worry.
but⦠i get it. sometimes i worry about getting in the way of other versions of me. i donāt want to, like, steal Dereks away from other mes.
*d3r flinches slightly at the touch, but doesn't pull away; rather, he moves his hand to entwine his fingers with avery's*
i get that, but jealousy... well, it's illogical and irrational, even in the most logical or rational of people. i don't want your partners to feel they need to compete with me over you.
i mean, realistically i know they probably don't see it that way, but i try to put myself in their shoes and all i feel is... envy. love is a sacred thing, sometimes it feels like a betrayal to watch someone you love give their love to someone else.
*d3r's grip on avery's hand falters*
perhaps i'm just selfish in comparison to the dereks you've met so far. it's.. difficult, seeing an avery ā from my universe or otherwise ā be so outwardly affectionate with another me.
*suddenly realising how much he's unintentionally opened up, d3r immediately turns red in the face and looks away, pulling his hand away from avery's*
... not that that applies to you, of course. unless you want it to.
*Avery blinks, remaining silent for a moment, before he breaks out in giggles. He puts his hand on Derekās arm to lean on him, covering his mouth with his hand.*
sorry, sorry, iām not laughing at you, i justā
*He takes a breath, straightening back up and looking up at Derek with a sparkle in his eyes.*
before we were dating, one of my Ders was jealous because i went on a date with and kissed the other! so then i gave him a kiss too, andā
*Avery giggles a little more before settling down.*
anyways, youāre not selfish in comparison at all, youāre actually way more similar to them than you think!
jealousyās just⦠another part of being a person, i think. what matters is that you donāt let it hurt people. iām glad you talked to me about it.
*d3r remains blushing, though a little more now as he looks at a giggly avery*
.. sorry. i guess i'm just all over the place around you ā emotionally, anyway. i just...
*d3r's expression becomes more solemn as his gaze averts to the ground*
i'm well aware of your relationship with at least one of the other me's, but i don't think that jealousy will ever go away. perhaps along the line it'll get easier to manage, or i'd get used to it, but i'm not.. i'm not able to ask for affection when i desire it ā least of all when i require it. so i suppose i'm destined to a life of envy, as i can't take what i want, when i want it. that just... isn't who i am.
i'm the 'brooding-in-silence' kind of jealous, as silly as that sounds ā the kind of jealous that just watches and lets things happen. you don't belong to anyone, least of all to me; i shouldn't have a say in what you do or who you do stuff with. to think otherwise would be nothing short of hysteric.
*d3r looks back at avery, whose head rests on his shoulder*
but this isn't... i'm not asking for anything of you, avery. you don't owe me a kiss, or a relationship, or.. anything. don't think you have to do any of that with me, because you really don't.
i just... hope your relationships work out in the end. that's all.
*Avery sighs softly, muttering something that sounds like āyou really are all the sameā under his breath, before removing his head from Derekās shoulder and reaching up to cup his face in his hands and gently turn Derek to face fully towards him.*
hey, look at me.
i donāt feel obligated to do anything, or like i owe you anything. i wouldnāt be here if i didnāt want to be. i couldāve just taken your umbrella and left, or called an uber, or something, but i decided to stay because i wanted to.
*He steps a bit closer, still looking up at Derek.*
i donāt do anything i donāt want, buttercup.
*Then, he stands up slightly on his tiptoes and presses a short, soft kiss to Derekās lips. When he pulls away, his face is pink.*
When I see digital circus 9 Im gonna tell my friends all fake spoilers except one stupid sounding real spoiler cuz then they wonāt be spoilt cuz they think it doesnāt happen :)
sorry for all the text posts lately just realized I have free will
listening to music is weird cuz wdym no one else sees the same music video in their heads as me? Itās⦠weird to listen to music and see the same one every time?
Whos at the door? Another character? Your mother? Sans undertale? Idk I havenāt made it yet.
Also if you want to ask this auās regect and Z (Moe will only speak in honks so others will translate) go ahead just make sure u mark the questions as for them :)
Thinking of putting together an audio drama series like the Magnus archives⦠wanna see if people care.
The story:
Dockson Academy for Universal Knowledge is a prestigious university in Suffrance Alberta, but other than its province famous library, it also has a basement full of information on anomalous cases regarding the paranormal and otherwise strange. All these case files are written on paper, and need to be transcribed, so a simple librarian working at the academy is promoted to the head transcriber.
unknowingly to her the cases are real, and her view of the world around her changes as more of the cases pop up in her real life. Not even her closest friend can be trusted now.
Dockson Academy for Universal Knowledge (DAfUK) would take inspo from Magnus archives but hopefully be more based around entities more similar to the back rooms or scp foundation ^_^
also there is yuri. Did I mention the yuri???
This is Olivia! The librarian mentioned above! She is our protagonist and will suffer and die!!!! /j
if people want I may release a pilot! This is a small project me and my friends want to work on ^^