˖⠀⠀ ݁ Welcome, everypony! This is a simple summery of my Outlast Trials yumeship(OCxCanon, Demi isn't a self insert!), Canes&Cigs! You'll find me talking a lot about them over on my Tiktok, @thisplacewillgrow! You may also notice that someone on Tiktok shares this user(@Canesandcigarettes) this is the #2 ClydeDemi truther, my friend Aliyah! I'm the #1 ClydeDemi truther!!!!
Please note that Demi is from my Outlast Trials ARG/Project, The Murkoff Files:Project Burner! It's currently unfinished, therefore a lot of things here will be spoilers meant for later site updates! If you're down with that and you're fine with that then BUCKLE UP, CAUSE HERE WE GO!
Demi McCallion is a Murkoff director for a Project known as Project Burner. To make a LONG ass story short, 'Shadowing' is the procedure utilized in Project Burner, this procedure involves torturing a person psycologically until their very identities are as shapeable as clay. Although the premise is similar to Lathe(making sleeper agents), Burner is VERY different when it comes to their procedures, uses, and aftermaths. Rather than making mindless sleeper agents, they make new people designed to fit into the world permanetly. No magic word to make them go insane, no snapping your fingers to turn someone feral, just a brand new identity, allowing what they deem as 'The Shadow' of someones brain to take control.
Demi is a VERY cruel woman, having a disconnect from her own empathy. She can feel it only towards those she holds adoration for, only towards those worthy of her pity. This comes from a mix of how she was brought up and the disorders she was born with. She's a very difficult woman. She was raised on more traditional famillial values, however she grew up with those values twisted and turned into something more... Authoritarian. Be a wife, have children, know your place as woman. But also be strong, be hardworking, be smart, don't be another sheep... But submit only to the one that loves you most. Because of this, she has a very difficult view and experience with love. She wants to be perfect for her lover, she wants to believe it's out of her own will. She wants to dominate her lover, to be everything to them for a price. She wants them to be hers and hers alone, she wants nothing more than them. She becomes almost obsessive with her lover, with how good she can be for them. And when she deems herself not good enough, the guilt is enough to bring down a kingdom. Her self loathing brings her to the point of destruction, she often times needs others to help her up. Thank god for her friend, Sailor Claudius.
Clyde is different, but not too different. He wants to believe in love the traditional way, but the traditional way has no room for real feelings. A life of slaving away at work and being too exhausted for love, a life of forced masculinity. Although he believed in it as a young boy, his beliefs were shaken when he met the love of his life. A woman not much younger than him, a woman with curly brown hair that many other woman would've been ashamed of, but not her. A woman with a dented nose and eyes that spoke of nothing but danger. Her glare was that of daggers piercing through his ribs and straight to his heart. It made him see something new, made him realize just how flawed his belief system was. He couldn't abandon those eyes, he couldn't see the personality under those daggers as nothing more than a breast and a thigh. He wanted to love this woman, to hold her in his arms and kiss her skin until she was all marked up with his love. He wanted to feel her hands on the back of his head, fingers feeling through his balding hair. He wanted to hear her whisper sweet nothings, he wanted to bask in the feeling of being loved. He realized just how badly he wanted it. To be loved.
He had been tasked with retrieving Demi for her brains and work, meaning he'd have to be professional with her... But he couldn't just tell her that he was going to send her miles away to a job she knew nothing about, it'd scare her! She was a young woman, a woman who clearly had little experience in life... He'd have to be strategic with this. What's something young broads adore?
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Dates.
"She was reluctant to answer, but took his help. He took her out in exchange, a drink never hurt. She silently thanked whatever God existed. As a 19 year old woman, she had never gotten the liberty to pop a drink. She was happy about that. He gave her the good kind, the kind that made her feel just right. The kind that made his eyes sparkle under the light, she wished she didn't run her hand across his cheek. He responded with a small gasp, but allowed the touch. She could feel him slightly lean into the touch, a reluctant chuckle coming from him. A fierce blush spread across her face, she had apologized profusely. He didn't seem to mind though, if anything, he was flattered. They leaned in during the dance, her lips brushed against his. She wasn't satisfied. She pulled him in, stumbling into his lips. Her time spent reading magazines were not in vain, her time spent with a tongue in her mouth taught her well. Right there, she claimed him. Her own. Her lipstick stained his lips, her hands exploring his back as he returned the touch. She was stumbling back to the car by the end of the night, giggling. Their arms were interlocked, him leading her back. She climbed into the car, feeling like a real lady. They cracked a few jokes, her crotch felt tingly. She couldn't hide behind the mask of a lady anymore, her hand reached to rest on his crotch. Erect, hard, pushing against her hand, well... The night was still young. Once they arrived at the motel, he was fast with unbuttoning her blouse, fast to move her hands back to his crotch. She shushed him with a finger, and the night pursued. She wasn't an ordinary lady, one who'd willfully submit to a man. She had him down just how she liked him. Soon, he was sweating and begging, just how she liked it. She fell back onto the bed, opening her arms to him. He climbed onto her like a dog, finally allowing himself pleasure. It was too much, she'll admit. She almost cried half way through. He of course, wiped her tears, asked her if she was alright. She answered with a nod, and the night continued. She felt amazing afterwards, stuffed and tired. She fell asleep in his arms, dreaming of a life she could now feel closer than anything. She remembered waking up, and remembering why she had done what she'd done. No different, they're all no different. But this one... They talked on the way to the facility, he spilt to her his reasoning. Her 'charm' once again won. She obliged, finding opportunity in her mind. A choice she'd come to question, but not regret. When Mr.Blue came to visit her again, their plans changed. Dell didn't like him, didn't like how much time she'd spend with him. A drink didn't matter to her though, it was the feel of his lips again. She remembered him apologizing for how fast the first night was, how he got carried away. She disagreed, seeing his work as amazing. They held eachothers hands, and again, he led her somewhere new."
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