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Just what you fucking deserve.. filthy slut.
Might as well clean up my shitty drafts one by one, starting with this one. Wrote it while on 2 hours of sleep a few weeks ago. Expect a mumbling mess of nonsense.
Expanding on my other post depicting a jealous Whitney.
Pairings : (A possessive, jealous M!Whitney x gn!PC)
Summary : (PC has a bad time with Whitney in the alleyway..)
Content warning! : (dub-con, non-con if you squint hard enough, physical violence as in slapping, semi-public fucking, lazy writing, lots and lots of degradation, whitney being whitney as always)
“How many times?” Whitney gritted out between breaths, skin slapping against skin resounding lowly in the sketchy alleyway. The one that you usually took to get home, in plain sight of the bustling street where anyone could just walk in on your ass getting destroyed. “How many times did that bitch fuck you?” He repeated, and honestly you didn’t know exactly to who he was referring to. Robin, Kylar, Sydney..? There were too many to count and your silence filled with gasps only seemed to further piss off the delinquent, grasping at the back of your hips and using it as leverage to fuck you harder.
“I-I didn’t—“ You had barely manage to get that one out only to be interrupted by a squeak and a whine, feeling like your legs might give out at any moment if it weren’t for the other holding you up right now. He only took it as encouragement to quicken his movements, hips meeting your rear with every sharp thrust.
“Liar.” He muttered, his face close to yours, this position way too intimate for what was going on. “You fucking lying bitch.” He snarled, rough hand grasping at the back of your head, keeping your limp body in place as he fucked you raw against the wall.
“How. Many. Times? I bet it’s because you flashed your ass again, huh? Didn’t you? Fucking whore!” Smacked you clean across the face, your cheeks burning red from the slap and having your hole stuffed full with Whitney’s cock, the familiar sensation of his length moving in and out of you that you squeezed oh so eagerly around. Fuck, you were seeing stars from how fast he was going, no way were you going to manage walking past the bathroom tomorrow.
“Yeah, that’s right.” The bully hissed, his pace momentarily slowing down for a second to spread your cheeks and look at your tight little hole squeezing around his dick, pink and puffy from his daily treatments. “No one can fuck you like I do. I just need to pull out my cock and you’re lapping at my knees like a dog. Don’t even need to put it in, you just cum from sucking it, don’t you?”
A blush crept up to your face from his words, remembering the embarrassing moment where you had come undone in front of him and his friends just from sucking him off in the boy’s bathroom. He really didn’t have to mention that part, trying to deny it even if it was half-true.
“N-no, I d-don’t—“ You hitched out, body slowly easing into his rough pace and relaxing against him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. Your compliance had his pissed off tone slowly shift into his usual one, low and husky whenever he was horny.
“Fuck, there’s my good whore, my slut.” He cursed under his breath, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging gently. “Only l get to see you like this. Fucked dumb and stupid, no one else. Not some bastard, not some whore. Me. Got it?” Whitney sighed out, burying his face in the nape of your neck and biting down. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood and elicit another whine from your mouth that you desperately hoped wasn’t heard by any passerby, lest you wanted to get arrested again.
“You’re all mine, right? Cmon. Say it. Say who you belong to. Who’s my fucking slut?”
“M-me, Whitney.” Voice shaky and slurred, answering him back without second thought.
“That’s right, that’s it. Shit..” The blond groaned against your skin, grip tightening on your hips and angling his cock to go in deeper, pressing down on the visible bulge against the skin of your stomach, clear outline of his entire length fully inside you. “Cum for me, bitch. Let me see how much you love having my dick inside you.”
That was all you needed, body reacting on its own and cumming hard, making a complete and utter mess of yourself. Watched on with a smug smile as you came right around his cock, hips bucking up and hands reaching up to grasp at the blond strands of hair on his head for support, the same ones you’d twist and pull at in math class whenever he teased you under the desk.
It took a while to come down from your high, shaking and twitching all the while, gasping for air before looking back up at Whitney’s grinning face, pressing an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your forehead.
“That’s right. I own you.” He stated plainly, lips possessively pressing against yours, murmuring once more.
“And don’t you fucking forget that, slut.”
#what the fuck did i just write#well more like wrote weeks ago#asher regretting his actions..#the jealous and possessive whitney saga continues#yandere whitney#dol#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#whitney dol#whitney degrees of lewdity#brief mentions of#robin the orphan#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#sydney the fallen#asher writes#badly
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Not me thinking about the desperate situation that would lead to cannibalism
I'm imagining the temperature drops. Over the course of a few days, the snow on the mountain creeps downwards until the whole town is soft and blanketed. Maybe the island drifted north. Maybe it's a Snakolyte plot to save us from the hivemind. Maybe it doesn't matter.
Crops die. Bugsnax disappear. Soon the town scatters once again.
Some stay put where Filbo dependably makes a fire every day. Some try to flee to the desert, only to find the temperatures are only slightly warmer. It doesn't make up for the lack of shelter.
Lizbert and Eggabell are forgotten.
Of course Snorpy and Chandlo flee. Beffica too. They'd rather go alone than see what is inevitably going to happen.
Those that remain take refuge in Grmables barn. As the snow grows heavier, we have to huddle for warmth. Make fire indoors. It's too cold out to chop trees. My frostbitten fingers are proof enough of that. We're running low on firewood. Everyone is so hungry. Our paradise frozen before their very eyes.
Cromdo drops the salesman bit and uses all of his stock trying to keep the group alive. Shelda's meager rations keep hope in their eyes. Floofty has a few chemicals that won't kill is to burn for warmth.
But.... The morning when Floofty desperately tries to shake Shelda awake to no avail... Neither Filbo or I are strong enough to keep the fighting from breaking out.
Blows are exchanged, the shouting becomes too much. Harsh words turn to claws on flesh, blood in the deep snow. Filbo drops like a stone. I feel a paw take mine and drag me out of the town.
When I come out of my daze, Cromdo's made a fire in a cave, put a blanket over my shocked form. Hes making pine needle tea. Surprisingly, going up the mountain might save us.
"Who am I kidding? There's no hope." I sigh.
"I know, but that doesn't mean you stop fighting. Just means you change tactic." Cromdo scolds me.
"And run like cowards?" I poke the fire aimlessly. "They're dead down there. We're all dead."
"We survived because we're cowards. We'll keep surviving like cowards."
I sit with that. He pours me another cup.
"Yknow, I chose this cave because I hid some booze in here. Think Beffica took it before I could though."
I smile. The thought is nice.
I stare into the fire, replying the images in my mind. I know what I must do.
When Cromdo falls asleep, I tick him in, and leave him alone.
When he awakes the next morning, he awakes to a fantastic smell. Bacon? Hamburgers? He's never smelled anything like it before in his life.
He gets out of his cocoon of stolen blankets, catching me setting the table. One of my blankets for a tablecloth, plates from.... somewhere. Forks and knives. There's a stick in the middle I'm trying to light on fire to try and simulate a candle.
On the plates are large cuts of meat, cooked and served beautifully.
"Hey, kid? What are you-"
"Have a seat, sir."
....and he does. He sits across from me, both of us bundled up.... but keeping up the charade that it's a fancy restaurant. I see him hesitate... before taking the first bite.
"Wow, I didn't know you could cook."
"I didn't need to, until now."
We chat. We talk about our normal lives. What we did in the city. The lives we left behind for this dump. He talks about his daughter. His ex wife. I talk about the string of unlucky articles that put me on thin ice.
His hand finds mine once again. This time, it's an invitation to stay near.
We finish our dishes.
"I really... enjoyed this." He starts.
"Me too."
"So uh.... who did we just eat?"
...
"I don't think it's best to know." I say.
Cromdo thinks for a moment.
"Yeah, you're right."
We sit in silence.
His paw on mine, he leads us back to bed. We're both so tired. We lay down on the cold stone floor, wrapped in each other's arms, under all our cloth and blankets and insulation...both deciding...
not to keep the fire burning.
The sun sets.
The sun rises on an empty Snaktooth. No grumpsues. No bugsnax. No life.
Only blood and ice.
#soph talking bugsnax#bugsnax#major character death#cannibalism#Cromdo face#what the fuck did I just write#I promise that was not me that was a writing demon
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Obikin musicians au…. with a twist.
In the mid-1950s, young Obi-Wan gets the opportunity to visit distant relatives in the United States. Life in an American suburb is wildly different from the one he knows back home. Perhaps the strangest experience is sitting down in front of television for their version of a Sunday roast, prepackaged and straight from the ice box to the oven to their trays in approximately 30 minutes. The television itself is a novel experience, since Obi-Wan’s parents hadn’t even bought one for the coronation a few years prior.
One seemingly ordinary Sunday night, who appears on the Ed Sullivan Show but a man who would change Obi-Wan’s, and many other people’s, lives:
Anakin Skywalker, with a kind of music Obi-Wan has never heard before.
And he also stirs in Obi-Wan feelings he’s never felt before, but he’s not foolish enough to repeat that.
Inspired to branch out from his church choir, Obi-Wan goes home with dreams of becoming a musician, and one day, perhaps even meeting the man whose music Obi-Wan can’t stop listening to. Eventually, he meets up with three other like minded lads and they form a band. They make it big in the UK, bigger than anyone before. And then, they too end up on the Ed Sullivan Show across the pond.
And the world goes mad.
When Obi-Wan finally gets the chance to meet Anakin Skywalker, he’s still shamefully starstruck, no matter that Ben Kenobi has become a household name, no matter that Anakin tells him “I’m a big fan of your music.”
He’s half expecting to be socked in the jaw when he asks Anakin if he would like to come back to his hotel room for a private show, but then Anakin is the one stammering over his words as he asks where Obi-Wan is hanging his hat for the night.
One night turns to two, turns to three, turns to… well, they both quickly lose count of the time they spend together. It’s not easy to hide with the amount of time they both spend in the spotlight, but given the consequences of anyone finding out, it’s worth it to try to preserve their newfound happiness.
#obikin#what the fuck did i just write#i don't know where this came from#i don't know anything about elvis or the beatles#i don't even LIKE 20th century historical aus#not you 90s aus you're okay baby#random ideas
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Hi I've come to be a nuisance again because this idea has been tormenting me all day
Having Christopher Pike meet a woman while stuck in another universe, someone that he was falling for, someone who sacrificed their life for him to make it home
Him feeling this loss, but doing his best not to wallow as the ship and crew move on, pulling himself together to meet the new cadet joining the Enterprise
Only for this new cadet to be this universe's version of the woman that he lost
okay first off, the VIOLENCE of this
how fuckin dare
secondly, I'm losing my mind over the idea of this, over the possibilities??? and the angst, oh boy, the angst potential -
because he sees this cadet appear on the transporter pad, sees the woman he knew from another universe and for a moment everything just sort of stutters - his heart stops, he can feel the blood from his face draining and the ground has just shifted beneath him - and then he blinks, and this cadet, this stranger wearing the face of someone who could have been so dear to him, is looking nervously between him and Una, the smile on her face flickering, dropping because Christopher's just standing there, frozen in shock. And he shakes himself, smiles, extends a hand and welcomes the cadet on board, before passing her off to Una as quickly as possible without being truly, overtly rude.
And then he tries to avoid her, at the very least, without making it overly obvious. Because of all things, of all things the universe to throw at him - facing his own mortality for the time crystal, facing the consequences of his warning the cadets about the accident - Christopher never would have expected to see another version of the woman who caught him so off guard. But then again, after all the things he's seen, everything he's been through - why wouldn't their paths cross again? A one in a billion chance of being sent to an alternate universe, so what are the odds he'd run into another version of someone who was dear to him, could have been everything to him.
A fixed point in space, anchoring together.
But she doesn't know him. All she knows are the stories she's heard, of the Enterprise, of her crew, of her captain - stories that left her with stars in her eyes and a burning determination to earn her place aboard. When she finally does, it's everything and nothing like she imagined. The crew is amazing, the work is interesting and the ship, my god, the ship is everything she could have dreamed of. But the captain...well. He's friendly enough, but he's standoffish in a way that surprised her, more than a little. After everything she'd heard, all the stories she'd been told, the reports she had read, she thought she would have been welcomed a little more warmly, maybe even been invited to one if those famed dinners she'd heard about.
But Captain Pike's distant with her. Cool, even, which was startling to say the least, especially when she considered how he interacted with the rest of the crew, especially his bridge crew. So for her to be on the receiving end of that polite but distant attention - it hurts. More than she thinks it should, but there's an echo to the hurt she doesn't understand. She pushes through, because he's not displeased with her, and she earned her place aboard the Enterprise, goddammit. She won't let some jumped up flyboy's displeasure over her presence get in the way of the one posting that will make or break her career.
A fixed point. Two stars, anchoring each other, repelling apart - would it be total destruction or the creation of something new?
#micky answers asks#micky writes things#youvebeenlivingfictional#youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies#dany tag#okay first off#sorry this took so long I kept meaning to answer and then I would get distracted#secondly#what the FUCK did I just write#I stg my soul just left my body for like a minute and then there were words#what the hell#that got a lot more poetic than I thought it would#also#OH FUCK I JUST REALIZED#THE FUCKING ANCHORS#IN SPACE FROM S2 of DISCOVERY#THE FIXED POINTS#OH I'M A FUCKIN GENIUS#I'M SO STUPID#I'm a goddamn mess I gotta log off now#okay bye#wait no dany I love this idea so much holy shit like you have no idea it's so *clenches fist* So Much
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How would Dylan and Olivia alongside the bullies react to being informed by law enforcement that their under arrest for Involuntary manslaughter (the accidental death of MC) and being accomplices in their involvement in a plan that lead to the death of a minor
except the mastermind their being arrested for planing the plan that lead to MC's death which is worse as their senteced as adults and the mastermind gets sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
Why is our MC dying in this scenario? I’m sorry but you’ve gone too far this time sam… Heads in the locker room was understandable but MC has to be protected at all costs.
Dylan, Olivia, and the bullies would react negatively. For some reason, I’m sure of it. Probably because the mastermind doesn’t get parole. That’s just too cruel.
PS. I’m pretty sure involuntary manslaughter is not premeditated.
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as much as i respect toxic yaoi as a dynamic, where's all my mediocre yaoi pals at?
where's my "they both know that they aren't perfect for each other but love each other enough to want to be better" yaoi? the "still learning how to navigate a relationship and making mistakes but part of love is figuring out where you don't quite meet and building bridges" yaoi. the "there'll be days we will fight and invariably hurt each other, but we're in this for the long haul so let's try to pick up the pieces together" yaoi. the "i completely forgot you absolutely despise eggs and made an egg themed christmas dinner that we can't just throw away so i guess we're just gonna have to suffer" yaoi. the "pain spots that we'll never truly be able to heal but that's okay because we're trying every day to accomodate those needs even if we aren't ever going to be perfect" yaoi. the "we're never going to be able to finish each others sentences, but we will eat each others leftovers" yaoi.
where's my "absolute-failboys-fall-in-love-and-suck-at-it-but-they-are-trying-and-maybe-one-day-they'll-be-okay" yaoi???
#renposting#what the fuck did i just write#no but seriously#does anyone have any examples of this kind of “we love each other but are really bad at doing this right” dynamic#because i need to feed this#toxic yaoi#nah#MEDIOCRE YAOI
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The morning will still shine. The earth may crumble to dust at the hands of eternity, but there will always be a light. We may not be there to see it in thousands, millions, billions of years, but it will still be there. Trust me.
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Me, after finishing writing for the night, rereading the final line I wrote before leaving off:
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Fuck it. Whitney headcanons, here we go.
I just can’t stop thinking about them, my stupid brain won’t shut up. It goes Whitney this , Whitney that, Whitney— SHUT THE FUCK UP.
This list is long, real long. I got too many thoughts to keep up with.
content warning! : mentions of non-con, violence and possessive behaviour, horny rambling.
SFW :
Just know Whitney has fangs, sharp teeth and everything, isn’t afraid to show it off with that stupid grin of theirs, tongue running across the edge of it. Proves to be real useful in fighting situations, just sink their teeth right in their opponent’s flesh and throw some punches in the mix too.
Got that fucking, loud-ass laugh, the typa obnoxious one that goes on forever, y’know needs to open their entire mouth, bang their fist against the table. Paired with their fangs, they look like a shark while they’re laughing, jump scares PC with it at times.
This one’s canon, they’re insecure about their looks, winces when PC insults or mocks them about it. So, it’s funny to think about all that time spent in their narrow bathroom, door locked, music blasting, busy running their hand through their blond hair just to get that fringe right. Says they woke up like that, but really they were just placing the strands with odd precision so it perfectly covers up one eye.
Would never admit to it, but they’re touch-starved real, real bad. Enjoys the feel of your body against theirs wether it be in a sexual situation or simply having your knees touch beneath the desk in math class, that warmth that radiates off of your body makes them want to actively seek it out. Always has an excuse to wrap their arm around your waist or shoulder, just likes the feel of being close to you. It’s comforting.
Again, they won’t say it, their favorite kisses are forehead kisses. I mean, why else do they keep kissing PC’s forehead at every fucking encounter like when you climb up the ladder and point the general area of the orphanage? Just admit that you want the same treatment, Whitney. Simply push their fringe aside to expose their pretty eyes, press a soft kiss to the skin of their forehead. Catches the bully completely off guard, titling their head away to hide that blush on their face, calls PC a “stupid slut” right after.
Absolutely no one knows, but their family and maybe PC, depends if they get snitched on or not. The big, bad bully has a plushie collection, some they got from the toy shop, some they won from claw machines at the mall, weirdly protective over it too. Would beat the living shit out of anyone who knew, claims they don’t know what they’re talking about are dead if they even say a word about it. Cuddles with their plushie at night, thinking about PC all the while, substituting their body for the softness of their plush toys.
Smells good, though I assume that’s a given. Sort of scent that you recognize almost immediately, subtle, but it stays with you. A hint of vanilla mixed with the bitter scent of cigarettes, makes you feel light-headed at times especially if paired with the smell of sweat stuck to their skin after doing a certain activity with them in the park.
Good with their hands, (not in that way, you horny little freak), you need to be skillful with your hands to be a smuggler or a surgeon in the future after all. Surprises people with their dexterity, they wouldn’t expect the bully to actually be good at something like that. Makes me think they could also be a tattooist, great way of marking you in their own personal way too.
Damn, they really hate how they feel when it happens, seeing you laugh to Robin’s jokes in the cafeteria, chatting away with that Kylar freak or idly playing with Sydney’s long hair behind the library counter. They hate it all, makes them grit their teeth and their hands ball up into fists. Don’t know what it is, that feeling that seeps into their stomach. God, it’s annoying, wants to have that kind of soft treatment from you too, would never say it though.
Whitney shows their affection through their actions, not words, that’s why they wrote their little “I love you, slut” note on a piece of paper. They just can’t go ahead and say it, that’s too embarrassing for the blond. Needs to insult you a few times before pressing soft kisses to your lips. That’s just how they are. Not a talker, but that flush on their cheeks and the way their hand clenches in your own tells you all you need to know.
We’re not finished yet. Not even close. (It sounds like I’m edging you or some shit)
NSFW :
There’s a reason why I gave them fangs by the way. Whitney likes to mark you, doesn’t matter if it’s through body writing or leaving little hickeys and bite marks all over your body. Sinks their teeth right into that tender, sensitive flesh, wants to see it all red and bruised up from them. They need to make sure the whole town knows who their slut belongs to, even better if it’s a tattoo, means it’s permanently etched into your skin, tracing a finger over the lettering of their own name with a smug smirk on their face.
Has a blood kink, didn’t even realize it till they felt the way you’d tighten around their cock/strap-on every single time they’d nip and bite at your neck. Unlike Kylar, it doesn’t exactly involve knives, involves their teeth. You look so goddamn cute covered in your own blood too, laps up the red fluid with their tongue, messily licking across the skin and savouring the taste in their mouth.
Loves, loves, LOVES the dumb look on your face whenever they fuck you, drool running down your chin, eyes rolled back, disheveled hair and flushed face. Fuck, they live for it, needs to see that pretty little face of yours while you guys are going at it. Wants you to be extra loud too, gives them an ego boost to know how good they’re doing, how you wouldn’t want it any other way with anyone else, but them. Plus, attracts a crowd and they’re an exhibitionist that likes to show off their property, right?
Also, has a scent kink. That one scene in the game where they catch their friend try to get a taste of you, completely loses their shit, drags you at the back of the school, proceeds to non-con you, says you got their scent on them now. Yeah, they purposely do that, it’s practically like marking you. Lends you their jacket one day, claiming that it’s rainy, really, they just wanna see you in it, leave their lingering scent behind on you. Now, no fucking whore will try anything with you, not with Whitney’s distinct smell on you.
This much is obvious, they got an oral fixation. Likes giving and receiving though the giving part is a bit more private. Something they only do to you if you guys are alone, pushes you onto your back, snugly moving themselves between your thighs so they can lick and suck at your genitals. They’re extra good at giving head too, easily works you up to orgasm before letting go of your cock/pussy with a lewd pop and you’re just left sitting there, dazed.
90% a sadist and 10% a masochist, the sadist part is pretty well-known by now, likes watching you suffer a bit, it’s just part of the fun. I’m more interested in the masochist part, the bully doesn’t want to admit the thrill they get from you taking charge. Suddenly straddling them on the park bench, planting your knees on either side of their body only to feel their hard cock pressing up against your ass or smugly pulling their panties to the side to reveal their dripping cunt, fabric all wet from it.
Casually fucks you in front of their friends, idly chatting away with them like nothing is amiss, wet sounds of your hole being filled up with their cock/strap-on. Could be the other way around if PC has a cock, bullies your length too. Either way, just know that their little cronies will be jeering and cheering once you cum all over yourself like a fucked dumb slut, Whitney soon following after.
This mostly applies to F!Whitney though it could work with M!Whitney too, just lifts up their skirt one day, sits on your fucking face, suffocating you and demands you to suck. Even better if PC is a degenerate (like me), they just start licking and sucking, gripping at the delinquent’s thighs to keep them in place, rides your face to orgasm and finishes right on you too. Makes me think of that one audio that goes “WHEN I TELL YOU TO SIT ON MY FACE, DON’T JUST PUT 10% OF YOUR BODY WEIGHT DOWN. FUCKING SIT ON IT. SIT LIKE A CHAIR. DON’T ASK IF I CAN BREATHE, JUST. SIT. DOWN.”
Got more to say, but I’ll stop here.
#dol#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#whitney dol#whitney degrees of lewdity#haha#hahaha#what the fuck did I just write#does this count as asher writes??#asher writes#asher rambles
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humans evolving to combat demons? das crazy
so i've been thinking. about the shinazugawa family. and how both sanemi and genya each have a special thing about them that seems to help them survive against demons. and that got me really thinking.
humans probably developed certain traits to survive. during the demon slayer canon, demons had been around for at least a thousand years, which is plenty of time to create defense mechanisms against this overpowered apex predator.
so stuff like marechi and the whole demon eating thing are probably some sort of genetic mutation passed down through families, with marechi being the most common given that it's a blood type and not special organs.
this may also apply to mitsuri's increased muscle density; none of her siblings or parents were ever mentioned to have this, so it's likely either a recessive gene or mutation. this ties in to her increased appetite- her body dedicates most of the nutrients and sustenance she eats towards her muscles, so if she doesn't eat enough, she'll starve easily.
it's safe to assume that there's some sort of drawback to these traits, though. including mitsuri's increased danger of starvation. i also like to think that marechis have a natural resistance towards death- you can't kill them as easily as other people. however, they have poor eyesight (sanemi's colorblindness, even though it was trauma induced that doesn't just happen) and are more prone to conditions such as albinism (which sanemi likely has some form of. look at his hair. i'd say kyogo isn't the father but they look way too similar so. albinism it is).
as for the special digestive system/demon eating one, that is nowhere near as common as marechi or enhanced senses, but it's certainly happened a few times before. it was mentioned in the manga that kokushibo had encountered a slayer who did the same. there are likely other similar abilities, and the tradeoff is the lack of innate talent.
innate talent could be considered a dormant gene, and fighting demons can activate it in most people who have it. it was mentioned in regards to genya, who said he lacked it and it was the reason he couldn't use breathing styles. innate talent involves increased reflexes, the abillity to use total concentration breathing, and requiring less sleep. this particular trait is usually associated with enhanced senses and unusual hair and/or eye colors. some of these people have the potential to unlock the demon slayer mark. those with innate talent are also less likely to scar, which is why almost every character in that show has perfect skin.
enhances senses... where do i begin. i mean, they're observed in various people throughout the series, the prime examples being the main characters- the "kamaboko squad". those with enhanced senses are a subgroup of the innate talent group- you can have the first without the second but not the second without the first. however, they're also seen with many "survivor" characters- those who have survived the impossible or are the only ones left. these were simply developed to help evade and combat demons, and the people who have them are more likely to move up the ranks.
well. it's time to discuss yoriichi. the world really said "oh look a child to test our new invention on" and threw the demon slayer mark at him. he has innate talent, though it seems to be the most prominent in him as he not only has the potential to develop the demon slayer mark, he always had it and the power it granted. yoriichi never had any descendants, so this type of natural power was never really seen again. yoriichi was the first to truly utilize innate talent to the fullest, creating breathing styles that suited everyone's individual skills (and enhanced senses, if they had them). he really jumpstarted the whole shebang, honestly.
i'm done writing for now but i might make a follow-up/sequel to this sometime. idk.
biology nerds feel free to attack me about the whole genes business. i have never taken a biology class. i am relying purely off of my 7th grade science unit about genes
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer headcanons#demon slayer theory#what the fuck did i just write#how did i think of this#this makes no sense#me rambling about genetics and logic for a silly little series about child soldiers fighting supernatural immortal nearly unkillable beings
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William Afton's announcement
William Afton: I came to make an announcement Fearstrike is a bitch ass mother fucker who pissed on my wife
(Everyone looks at Fearstrike judgmentally)
Fearstrike: I did none of the sort
William Afton: That's right he pulled out his lizardman dick and pissed on my fucking wife and he said it was this big and I said that's disgusting so I am making a call out on my twitter dot com Fearstrike you got a small dick its the size of this walnut except way smaller and guess what here's what my dong looks like (a big boulder explodes on Afton's facility revealing a giant laser blaster) that's right no scales just two balls and a bong. He fucked my wife so I'm gonna fuck the earth except I'm not gonna piss on the earth I'm gonna go higher I'm gonna piss on the moon. (The laser hits the moon blowing up half the moon) I PISSED ON THE MOON WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT MICHAEL
Vanessa: Uh dad you might want to see this
Michael Afton: WHAT THE FUCK
William Afton: you have 23 hours before the piss droplets hit the fucking earth now hand over what's rightfully mine or I'll piss on you to
Maddie Drachenfire: NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND OR THREATINS MY FRIENDS AND GETS AWAY WITH IT (turns into the Darksteel Dragon)
#Fnaf security breach#Not alone after all#fearstrike#maddie drachenfire#fnaf vanessa#micheal afton#willam afton#what the fuck did i just write#meme
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As I was eating a delectable meat stick (the food not a penis, just so we’re all on the same page here,) and I had it down to the final bite, perhaps an inch and a few centimeters long, I prepared to slurp it up and consume it in its entirety.
At that moment, it slid from my hand as though finely lubricated (I did not lube it up, so we’re clear), and cascaded down the side of my office chair with the tragic elegance of Icarus’s fall from the sky, except if Icarus landed on a cliff and bonked his head several times on the way down.
Upon reaching the desolate floor, which had the slight benefit of being recently cleaned, it proceeded to roll along its side in a curved arc dictated by its shape and distribution of mass as determined by the bite I myself had taken from it moments before.
I watched in horror and disdain as it made its wretched path across from my office chair to perfectly wedge itself beneath the very tip of one shoe from the dirtiest pair I own, that being the pair I typically wear outside. A cruel motion as if to solidify itself as distinctly inedible, as if to taunt me.
I was forced to carry it with the agony and disgust of a parent cradling their freshly deceased child who’d been stricken with terrible illness all the way to the kitchen, so as not to attract ants by placing it within the trash bag in my room.
These events have filled me with the wrath equivalent to that of a god whose name is used to justify personal agendas, the personification of a raging forest fire, or a wasp when you sufficiently disturb and threaten it like any other stinging insect because they have survival instincts that they follow to survive this part is becoming a tangent instead of an example.
Regardless, I now have a sufficiently cruel and agonizing origin story; as such, I am to become a world-class supervillain. I am not one of hesitation, so I will skip pissing on the moon and aim my sights first upon the Earth. You have the time it takes me to finish my glass of water and stop moping about my meat stick (still talking about the food) to say your goodbyes or whatever the fuck before the Earth goes bye bye. Eat shit.
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✚ Defeat the Lesbandits before they steal all the estrogen!?!?
✚ Quest!: Give my muse an objective to complete
This really was an odd bounty to pick up. These...."Lesbandits" or whatever they were called, they didn't seem like Gears, but not quite the typical humans either. And, stealing a shipment of Estrogen? Sure did seem like a targeted bounty to Bridget, but it paid well and she needed the exercise.
Rolling up, she found a small group of them surrounding a stack of 3 crates. They didn't even look all that threatening, and Bridget wasted no time in pouncing on them after sizing them up.
Seems like she was right, but with their lack of strength came some craftiness. Traps and tricks abound, she fought through them all as she attempted to subdue her targets. The sounds of smoke bombs, mixed with the griding of her yoyo's gears and Roger's punches, all sounded off for a few hours before the dust settled. Only one of them remained, and she snapped her whip tauntingly.
"Tch, like, you really want this junk? Its, like, so totally pointless to fight over it, y'know~?" Bridget, despite being British, cringed outwardly at this obnoxiously thick valley girl accent. This woman was decked out in flannel and ripped jeans, attire that seemed much too inappropriate for the warm weather they were fighting in. Even Bridget had to shed her hoodie in favor of breathability and comfort.
"Gawd, your fashion is like, sooooo outdated. You dress like my mom, LMAO!!! Look, if ya really want this, like, medicine stuff, then just come get it already~!" With that, the woman jumped on top of a crate and kickflipped the lid off of it. It was honestly such an extra and unneeded display of acrobatics that Bridget was stunned to silence at the act. Unfortunately, this spelled trouble, as she was instantly wrapped up in the woman's whip and shoved to the ground.
To her surprise, she wasn't attacked further. In fact, the woman backed off for a moment to hover over the crates for a moment. Suddenly, the woman threw a fist right towards Bridget's face!! She tried to dodge, but being wrapped in the whip kept her from moving too far as the now open palm of the bandit slammed into her mouth.
Several pills and gummies were shoved into her, and Bridget's eyes went wide as she was stuffed with the stolen Estrogen!! She contemplated for a moment why some of them were candies, but she was interrupted by another handful.
"Like, ohmaigod your face is sooooo funny right now~! How about you take this stuff back home and your gut and see how your boss likes it~!"
She continued to struggle, squirming and writhing in place as far too much estrogen was pumped into her gut by the bandit woman. Several moments passed, until Bridget was able to get a hold of her yoyo, clicking a button in the center. Out of the sky, Roger expanded outwards, dropping straight down onto the both of them and taking out the bandit once and for all. Roger helped his host to her feet as she cradled a belly that was visibly extended with loads of enough estrogen to fuel a small country.
With Roger's help, she rounded up the bandits and made a call, waiting for her contact to retrieve her and the bounty, as well as what was left of the stolen estrogen. Hopefully they didn't dock her pay too much...!!
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I need my followers to know when I say "oh my gods" I am not pjo fangirling. I am not referring to the Greek or roman or fuckin any other culture/religion's gods.
I am talking about the ineffable, pure, chaotic and raw eldritch thingies that no one knows the names of.
The ones we catch glimpses of when we're at peace on a sunny day, or holding a cracked and bleeding heart while sobbing uncontrollably, or containing white hot anger for so long your face turns red.
The ones that poke you from the inside when your best friend has to move across the country. When you finally beat that level you were stuck on. When you're hanging out with your friends and managed to make everyone laugh. When you guess exactly what the TV announcer was going to say, word for word.
Idk where I was going with this point is if I say gods it's to be cringy in a completely different way fuck you
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