#WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WRITE

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

I have a terrible idea just now.

Do you know those consultants (?) the people who help brides decide on what wedding dresses to get for their wedding day. I feel like Ace would be great at that job. He might not understand aesthetics very well—he finds all that high key boring—but he would put the bride first in every decision he makes. He'd smile and his flirtish side would come out in complimenting the bride to encourage them. He has definitely beat up more than a few annoying entourage.

What if femlaw is a customer one fine day and Ace is absolutely smitten! He knows she's off-limits, like get it together she's getting married, but she's so pretty! Ace loves her pouty lips, piercings, tattoos and slightly muscular shoulders. She's also very shy and timid. To Ace, that meant very cute.

He's determined to help her find the dress of her dreams!

He's happy to see that she seemed to have a good man who's willing to pay whatever she wanted and seemed to treat her affectionately. She deserves that much, anyway. When Ace asked what she wanted for her dress, Law just looked away, very clearly embarrassed. He reassured her that whatever she wanted can't be 'that bad'! She just said she wanted something simple and figure-hugging. Ace said sure and went to work.

After thirty minutes, Ace returned with five dresses for her to try. Ace told her to knock the door three times when she's ready for him to add accessories. Law thanked him and closed the door.

Ace was surprised to hear her knock the door in just ten minutes. He closed his webnovel and walked inside. Fuck- She was stunning. Despite doing this for a living, he never wanted to get married but he was having second thoughts now. To have a beautiful woman willingly dress up, put in effort to feel pretty just to be with you was an honour.

Ace finally understood why some men would simp so hard for their wives. He sure hoped Law's man simped for her. A girl like that isn't common at all!

"Ace, can I be honest with you?" She said. She had only spoken a few words to him up to this point, and they were mostly pleasantries. He was surprised when she stopped him from putting the veil on her head, though he sensed there was a deeper reason than her not liking it. "I don't want to get married. I'm not ready."

"Oh?" Ace knew he looked stupid. "What made you realise that?"

"I knew it when I realised I love this dress," she said softly. Nearly tearing up, she said, "Which is why I don't see myself walking up to him in it. I don't think I love him as much as I think I do."

"What do you want to do? The consult is free, you're not obliged to buy anything-"

"I know. Thank you," she said. They looked at their reflection in the mirror. She looked so tired all of a sudden. She looked like she would pass out from exhaustion. Ace felt bad for her. "To answer you... I don't know. I've wanted to call it off for a while now. Might as well before I sign anything binding."

"How are you going to do that?"

That was when she laughed slightly. Granted it was a sarcastic laugh but Ace ate it up all the same. He knew he was falling for her.

"Again, I don't know. But I'm tired of waiting for a plan," she said. She smiled triumphantly at Ace like she was proud for even saying she wanted to rebel. That's it. Ace was gone. "I'm going to be reckless and I'm going to castrate him and take his money!"

Ace's heart squeezed.

"I'll help," he said easily.

She smiled like she accepted the offer. Ace fell in love for the first time in his life.

[jgrills]

Ghostface hobie (readers a survivor)

"Stabbing Fest"

Tw: stabbing, MENTIONS OF GUNS, blood and injuries, ghostface, character deaths, chainsaw, cussing, honestly, this is more of reader fighting their betrayer.

Got inspired by @breeandhermunches and her e42 and 1610 ghostface miles fic.

reader survives.

6:30 pm.

It was an exhausting school day, good thing its Halloween night, now you can chill out and watch a (horror movie you like marathon).

Your phone rings as soon as you snuggle into the couch blanket. You groan and check who it is..

It's Mekell.

You answer, and immediately get your ears bursted with a loud "Hey!!" From them.

"Yes?" Your voice is groggy, still comfortable in the covers.

"I know exams were exhausting, but can the group come over?"

"Why are you just now deciding to tell me?"

"I'm sorryyy, the plans just came in late, so can we?"

"I swear.." you sigh

"Come on over, just don't mess shit up"

"Okay, we'll be there!"

6:56 pm

Shortly after they arrive, everything's going well, laughing, grimacing at the gorey scenes, but mostly yelling at the characters for being dumb.

"Fucking dumb bitch, go the other way!"

You snicker at Kay's comment, as she dramatically groans and leans on Maya , when the character on the screen gets stabbed.

You notice Mari, just admiring her features, she had looked even more different more different than when you first saw her. She had a afro-mohawk, several piercings, just overall beautiful.

You guys talk for a while, just talking about school, what grades you got, and just relaxing.

it's been a while since you've been able to hang out with them.

9:30 pm

All your friends are asleep, except Mani and Maya, Mani seems unnerved, looking at Maya with a suspicious look. Maya just looks back in worry, shaking her head.

The tv blares with a loud sound, you recongnize the yellow bottom banner.

"BREAKING NEWS: TAY'SHAWN HARRISON, HAS BEEN MURDERED IN HIS FAMILY HOME ON QUEENSWAY GROVE"

"Shit.." You hear Mani murmur. "He just texted me too, rest in peace."

"Poor Tay'Shawn, today was his and his girlfriends anniversary.."

You see Tay'Shawns family on the tv, looking absolutely horrified and crying as they speak into the mic.

The house phone goes off. Mani and Maya look towards the phone.

"I'll go get it"

You pick the phone up, putting it to your ear.

"Hello? Is (your name) here?"

"This is them"

"Look, I..just want you to tell Mekell about the group chat, she didn't invite me to it."

"Why? There's a reason she wouldn't invite you."

"Speaking of Mekell, she talks a bunch about you"

"What does she say about me?"

"She says your (insert personality), and that you like scary movies."

Since the call is on speaker, Mani quickly wakes the others up, telling them a possible killer is talking with you. They all get up, and go to several hiding places around the house.

"She..does?" You're feeling unnerved as the strangers voice suddenly got deeper, and with more of an accent.

"Yeah, (your name)"

...

How does he..?

You hang up quickly, putting the phone back.

"Man-"

"Nope, I know, but keep the phone on you incase that fucker tries to mess around." Mani whisper-shouts at you from upstairs. "Maya's with me also."

"Thank you Mani, I can always trust-"

Phone rings.

"Now, let me ask a question" The stranger asks on the other line.

You stay silent.

"Did you lock the back door?"

Fuck.

FUCK.

You quickly downthe stair- Mani stops you. "Do NOT go down those stairs, I know that tatic"

Drip.

Something lands on your forehead.

You put a finger to it, looking at it..

It's blood.

"Mani.."

"I know" She wipes the blood off your forehead and leds you somewhere else.

"Not gonna answer me now?"

"Wait, huh-"

"Okay then, sucks Mekell will go the same way Tay'Shawn did." Horrible screams and stabbing noises come from the other line, something bubbling, choking sounds, likely from blood, then no more.

You go up the steps.

You put the stranger on mute.

"Mekell?!" You open the door and..

You see Mekell, or..what's left of her, she's torn up, her eyes dull and she stares ahead, her left arm chopped up, being able to see the bone underneath, and a knife in her throat.

"Mekell.." You sob, holding a hand to your mouth, Mani slowly brings you away.

"I know, I know.." She mumbles, bringing you away from Mekell's bloody body.

10:47 pm

Nothing has happened since you've handed up and saw your best friends body. You can't get a hold of your parents, you only have their gun for comfort.

"You don't need to hug it that tight you know, it could be a prank" Maya murmurs.

"Nigga, what did you just say? A PRANK? A FUCKING PRANK? HE LITERALLY JUST KILLED MEKELL, AND YOU THINK THIS IS A PRANK?!" You yell at her, Mani holding you back by your shoulders.

"That's not what I meant, I know she's dead, just get over it."

"Just shut the fuck up Maya" Mani grimaces at Maya, and Maya quickly shuts up. Mani continues comforting you, and you put the gun on the island table, you soon go to sleep.

12:00 AM

You're in your bed, gripping a gun to your chest, looking at that door-

You hear steps, firing off 2 shots.

"Did you just fucking shoot at me?"

You go downstairs, and keep your gun pointed ahead.

Revvvvv...

What's that noise..

Revvvvvvvvvv.... (my poor sound text of a chainsaw)

You go and see who it is..

MAYA?!

Maya stands there, looking downwards, pulling the string to rev up the chainsaw.

"You helping us? Cus i know he's in the house."

"Yes"

You hear the sound of clothes rustling,

Firing off two shots and getting closer, the figure stabs you in the stomach, and slashes you on the collarbone, seeming to dissapear in the shadows as he laughs.

It's a charming laugh..

You keep the knife there, not wanting to bleed out.

"Shit! Mani!" You run back into the house, through the back door.

The powers out, and you can't see shit.

Someone pins you to the wall and digs the knife deeper as you let out a scream of pain. Maya doesn't seem to come to your rescue though.

You kick him away, running to another room.

Where the hell is Mani??

"Mani!!" You yell out, desperately putting your hand over the wounds.

Mani comes out, prepared with a knife.

"What?!"

"Oh thank god" you slump on her, she grabs you close in response.

She sits you on the couch, patching you up, the best she can anyway.

"You keep a close eye on Maya, she's been acting weird."

"Why do you say that?"

"Saw her talking to someone on the phone-"

"Back already, (your name), you must really want to die"

You fire shots where the voice came from, you get a kick to your shin, and Mani jumps into action by stabbing the figure in the chest, but she gets stabbed in the neck.

Seems effective, she falls down beside you, and Ghostface goes somewhere else.

"Mani.." you look at her, tearing up as she looks up at you, her eyes softly dull meanwhile.

"You better kill him and Maya, or I'll haunt you, you hear?" She laughs, choking a little, then letting out a sigh. Mani gives you her families knife.

"Why are you-"

"Don't question it, take it, kill Maya and Ghostface, cya in heaven or hell.. (your name)." She gives you a two-finger-salute, and she goes limp. You hug her cold body, then get up.

Your sweater, now riddled with blood, holes, and the shoulder of the sweater loose, draping over your right shoulder.

12:45 AM

You walk into the kitchen, and walk in on Ghostface stabbing Maya, her screaming and crying for you, you help, stabbing him and throwing him to the kitchen floor, seeming to knock him out. You drag him outside, and tie him to a tree by his waist, you also grab his knife.

You go back to where Maya is, she's standing up, and she hugs you, getting her blood on you.

"Maya, are you-"

"I lied."

"About what?"

"I planned this all out, I'm not really injured" Maya grins sickenly, looking at you through her locs. "How did you think Mekell and Tay'Shawn got all torn to shreds?"

"How could you.."

"How couldn't I?" She grips your face, inching you closer to hers, smiling creepily. "You were all so vulnerable, and honestly, all those years of friendship didn't mean shit, I just wanted a reason to kill you in the end."

"That how you really felt.." you mumble, grabbing ghostfaces knife from your pocket.

"Yep" She hugs you closer, and she stabs your chest. You gasp, bloods pooling already.. but quickly look at Maya with your own knife.

1:20 AM

It's a bloodbath, you and Maya are in a whole stabbing competition it seems, you have the lower hand, while Maya has the upper hand. She's made 2 lethal hits.

Neck and stomach.

You cough up some blood in a towel and rush towards her. I haven't made any lethal hits yet.

You manage to pin her down and keep stabbing her in the chest, she screams and cries, no one comes to her aid.

Like she did to you.

In a few minutes, she bleeds out on the floor, the marble having a stain on it, and some splatters on the floor and your face.

"Seems like you did the job for me" Hobie grabs your waist and kisses you.

You keep looking at her body though, feeling a sense of bloodlust rush through you.

It's just a dream...

right?

@chessbox, fics can be translated (ask first), I don't allow my content to be posted on wattpad/tiktok/youtube without MY permission.

I'm so sorry, this was genuinely unnvering, have a drink from me after that!

(^^)~☆

I actually apologize with what I just wrote.

[flooftyfizzlebeans]

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.

[drmajalis]

Combat Replika are extraordinarily strong, and thus the Storch could easily break out of whatever restraints the Eule puts her in, but, she does not, because the true test *is* restraint, the Storch must show her willingness to fully submit and not fight back, nor give into her own impulsive desires if she wants to experience the fruits of the rewards from the Eule. Breaking out of the rope, or handcuffs, or whatever else and having her own way would be a sign of weakness, a sign of impatience, so, the Storch waits. She may plead, beg, or cry for relief, that is expected, but it must be up to the Eule to decide what is done with the Storch's body.

[amadwinter]

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.

[isleofdarkness]

Warnings- desperation, implied/referenced- starvation, genocide, forced famine, eating of pets, death, cannibalism, pollution, murder, massacre

"By the way," Maverick finally said, voice quiet and filled with something... if Ben hadn't known better, he would call it hopelessness. "We haven't gotten a barge in a month. The last one we got was full of livestock, but every single one of them was rabid. We had to euthanize and securely dispose of all of it, because we can't risk another outbreak and we don't want to take the chance you can get rabies from eating a rabid animal. Your dad didn't like that we checked them over before releasing them. All barges are now routed, by official orders, to Maleficent, and she distributes supplies as she sees fit.

"I can only manifest so much under the barrier and even if that weren't a problem, we have no way to distribute food. We would need carts, and those carts would need battalions we don't have to protect them because believe me, we tried, but Maleficent attacked what we sent out and stole everything before it could be distributed. Assuming we did have battalions, we would need an irregular drop schedule because Maleficent has the numbers to overpower us, and that irregular schedule would impair the amount of food we'd be able to hand out. We wouldn't be able to hand out anything in Villain's Keep of Barricade, because she can respond too quickly. We're using the ships to distribute, but that's not effective. Maleficent's men will attack people they notice going to the ships for food, kill them. If they see anyone carrying food, they take the food and kill the person. People are too scared to get food or supplies.

"It's only a matter of time before she starts attacking the ships. The Hope and the Secret are docked in places she can't get to yet, but it's only a matter of time before she sets her sights on the Roger, the Revenge, and even the Hurricane. The only one of those that's almost completely protected from her is the Hurricane. The Revenge is well-guarded but there's no way for them to cut off an enemy's access to the ship- the only way to access the Hurricane is a pipe, and that pipe can be blown the second Harriet give the order, but the Revenge is on the docks and the only way to cut off access would be to set sail. The Roger has pretty much zero protection- she's unable to sail, so if she gets attacked there's no way out. Also, the Hurricane is the only ship that has functioning long-range weapons. If the Hurricane is attacked while out at sea, they can fight back with more than just bows and arrows. The Revenge has no canons. As long as the Revenge is anywhere near the Isle, we run the risk of losing that one, too. And if we lose both of those, the only distributor will be Harriet and the Hurricane will be Maleficent's main target. And there would be a monumental loss of life.

"We could use the Broken Arrow, but Maleficent can still kill people going there for food and either way, we're monumentally fucked if the Arrow falls into her hands because she has a functioning model of the Tsar Bomba. Yeah, you heard me right.

"So really, we don't have an effective way of distributing food. Most of the Isle is reliant on barges, which they no longer have access to. It's only been a month but people are already getting desperate. I recovered seventeen corpses from The Woods last week alone.

"You have to realize that food on the Isle is entirely reliant on barges. Your father had the soil cursed so that it can't be farmed. The pollution kills sealife and plants, the only way we can fish is diving to the reef nearly two miles off the coast but the reef has sharks and a billion other hazards. We can't hunt unless we hunt rats and cats, because stepping into The Woods or the Wilds is a death sentence unless Tarzan or Mara happen to find you in time. We only have one source of fresh water, a well in Villain's Keep, and Maleficent controls access to it. We don't have ways to make our own textiles or other equipment, we don't have working electricity or gas to cook, and we don't have the equipment or knowledge required to build agricultural things in our basements. Don't even get me started on the hospital. Your father made us entirely reliant on his good grace and we're out of it for not letting another rabies outbreak happen.

"In two more weeks, people will get desperate. I've seen visions of it. They'll eat pets first, then, when they run out of those, they'll start eating other people. I see..." her eyes closed, "I see corpses, stripped of their flesh, left to rot in the streets. I see people being dragged out of their homes, dismembered, and cooked. I see thousands flocking to the few sources of food only to be murdered before they can even see the ships. Senseless murder, long, slow deaths, disease running rampant, innocent people being slaughtered in droves. I see mass exodus to the Isle of Exile, and I see the crazed eventually following us there. I see our last true refuge filled with thousands of people without room for thousands more suffering and dying.

"I see the end of everything we've built. I see our society crumbling under desperation. I see us being forced to leave our home because of your father's cruelty. And I see nothing I can do about it without giving your father an excuse to begin to massacre us.

"And I'm gonna be honest, what I see terrifies the fuck out of me. Because I don't know how to prevent it. I don't even know if it's possible to prevent." She finally looked him in the eyes, anxiety and desperation so strong it took Ben's breath away. "I want you to remember what I've said. And I want you to know that I've done what I've had to do. This is the only way forward I see, the only one where we have even the tiniest chance of survival. If you remember nothing else, remember that, Fenris."

[nominalnebula]

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?

[opreaadriann]

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.

[delta-lethonomia]

I'm starting to understand why people are into vore

EDIT: ok apparently vore refers only to consuming an entire person whole, not just the board category of cannibalism and adjacent things like I thought. Still, the intimacy of consumption is fun to think about 🤔

[ren-or-rin]

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???

[bostrichidae]

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

[danwithouttheplan]

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.

[sanityshorror]

Me, after finishing writing for the night, rereading the final line I wrote before leaving off:

[officermaddie23]

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)

[floofe-trans-doggie]

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.

[well-of-silence]

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