&& gunbreathe. inde. sel. priv. sideblog for genya shinazugawa from the anime demon slayer. this blog is highly canon divergent--if u know u know. THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE. a study in doing what you can with the abilities you were given. doing the best to make amends for what you've done so that you can fight alongside those you love. trying to atone for what you said in the heat of fear and anger.
this blog is also lower activity. i'm more active than not on my zenitsu blog than anything, thanks for understanding!
1. First and foremost, my name is Alcohol here so you can call me that, i am a 35 year old, i go by she/her pronouns. I have a fulltime job so I am very busy at times either that or tired as heck so i might take days that i don’t even come online, please respect that
2. No Godmodding- this means do not control my character. I won’t have it. Simple. I won’t rp with someone who does this. It’s annoying and not worth my time.
3. This blog is also for fun, so please you guys, don’t come into my ask pestering me to get to your RP I am just one person, and i have moods and at times i might not feel like rping with your character. Don’t take offense to that, I don’t mean anything against you at all
4. This blog is multiship- meaning that i will ship with different kinds of muses and those relationships are in different verses unless talked about with muns.
5. given how genya is under age there will be no smut here, romance can happen though just nothing more than normal teenage things. anything else triggering will be tagged as “___ warning” if you need anything tagged special let me know!
6 This blog is selective and private. Meaning that I am selective with who I follow and I only rp with mutuals. Also meaning Starter Calls, Memes that deal with rping, all that jazz are for mutuals only.
7. this is not a personal safe blog. and so personals will be blocked.
8. OCs are great! I have some of my own. But I would like a good about to go off of. But again, rule #6 comes into play here.
9 Any and all hate will be ignored from now on. You want to waste your time with writing hate? Fine. But I wont waste a moment on you.
10. I ask you to tag rape/bdsm as “hdl” thank you for your cooperation and consideration!
That’s it for now! Thank you for reading!
ABOUT
age: 16
sexuality: demisexual/panromantic
gender: cis male
breathing style: gun. (jokes aside he has no breathing techniques, he can't do them but uses a gun that has nichirin fused bullets and can eat demons to gain power)
a young demon slayer who joined the corps after learning that his brother had only murdered their mother because she had become a demon and will do whatever he has to grow in the ranks just for a chance to apologize to said brother for calling him a murderer when he was younger.
this is where there will be spoilers, so if you don't want to be spoiled, look away
in the battle in the infinity castle, genya receives a fatal blow, which would have killed him if it wasn't for the fact that he ate more than what was shown from upper moon one and was revived after the battle. and in doing so he survives, so that's why this blog is canon divergent beCAUSE I CAN DO THIS SHUT UP, I'M THE WRITER.
If no one else claims him, she'll take him! Mitsuri loops her arms around one of Genya's. "You look like you could use some positive vibes, you know that?"
Sanemi listened to Genya's reasoning for why the chores weren't done, didn't even look like it was started. "Seriously? You couldn't wait to play as much as you wanted after you were finished?" He just sighs, disappointed, as he walked back to the door. "Don't bother. Dinner's going to be later than usual. Clean up your room and do your homework."
Sanemi closes the door after him, placing the grocery bags on the counter. He had to start what Genya was supposed to get started. So, with his sleeves rolled up, he gets to cleaning the main room. The sound of the vacuum filling the air. This wasn't new for him, Sanemi had to grow up fast and involuntarily, as the oldest of seven.
knowing that his brother would give him that look, he was ready for it, what he wasn't ready for was telling him not to even bother with cleaning. he felt like a real piece of shit when sanemi closed the door behind him. he wanted to call out to him, but he couldn't get his feet to run after his brother.
for now, while he heard the vacuum downstairs, he would start to do what he was told and clean his room. though it wasn't all that messy, so he would already walking down to the first floor.
being quiet while his brother was still working on the living room, genya took to the kitchen to start to clean the few dishes in the sink.
he said he was going to clean, so even though it might be a little late--he was going to clean.
"Got it!" Inosuke goes to work writing, eventually tearing out the sheet of paper to hand it to Genya so he could look it over. Inosuke doesn't actually know what's meant to go in one of these, so it's kinda short.
Femna Skibbidigawa died at the age of insert age here from not doing chores. :'( . He was very sorry to his brother and family, who he loved. He willed all of his good video games to Inosuke Hashibira.
"hey! those games are going to my brother's and sister's! not you! and it's not---did you say my last name is skibbidi?!" he would tear up that will, no way in hell would anyone see it.
Sanemi hears his brother's quiet voice, already knowing what he's done wrong. Going to Genya's room, he opens the door, the other siblings should be in their rooms. Seeing Genya outside, he crossed his arms with a frown.
"What the hell happened? You were supposed to clean up the main room and kitchen before I got home." He spots the culprit though, the game system that his mother and he got Genya.
he would look downwards when his brother came in asking him what happened. he felt like the smallest person in the world right now, his brother put his trust in him to get it done and this is what he did with it.
"i thought that i could play a bit of mario galaxy and still have enough time when you got back but..i lost track of time." he would bow his head in apology. "i-i can still clean it up though! just--just give me some time! i'm sorry!"
inosuke, holding pen and paper: "hey, do you want your full name in the obituary, or just your given name?"
"full name, make sure you say how sorry i was to my brother in the obituary too..tell my family i loved them..and that i'm sorry that i was a horrible son and brother for forgetting to do my chores.."
Sanemi liked to make sure all of his siblings kept the house clean, it helped their mother when she gets home and doesn't have to clean additionally to working long hours. He left Genya in charge of some chores while he went shopping for dinner. The frown he has when he sees nothing done.
"Genya!!!" Sanemi is looking around for his younger brother. Teenagers...
he would look down at the ground below the balcony. thinking just how bad it would be for him to jump down and run away before his brother found him up here. he didn't want to cause him to worry about a broken bone or five...
time to deal with the consequences for his actions of playing video games and losing track of time.
Inosuke stared down at the bug in his palm for a few extra seconds, as if waiting for something. Since neither Genya nor the bug moved, Inosuke saw it as his cue.
A quick push of the mask, a swift motion of his hand, and the poor bug disappeared past his lips.
"Hah! If you'd been any faster, you could've snatched it from my hand and eaten it yourself! You missed your chance to have a really good snack!!"
and there was the inosuke that he has grown to know. watching as he ate the bug, genya didn't have any look of disgust on his face--he himself has eaten things that were less than savory just to survive, so who was he to judge.
"i'd rather wait for something to be made that's actually tasty and not a random bug. besides, that thing was small, there's not much protein to it, i'll pass."
Inosuke took a deep breath, sharpening his focus, and lunged at Genya without any further warning. He held a hand out in a grabbing motion, to perhaps grab Genya by his long mane of hair, or even an ear or the nose-
"You had a bug on your shoulder."
Inosuke had landed behind Genya without so much as brushing his skin. He walked around with his hand held out, a small beetle flailing in his palm.
he was ready to fight back if there was a need to, he had his bare hands if nothing else, and he could give a good hit with either of his fists. however, the moment that inosuke had jumped over him and held out the bug that had been hitching a ride on his shoulder--he looked a bit dumbfounded at the other.
"oh, you.." he looked at the bug in the other's hand once more and to his shoulder. huh. "well, thanks, i guess. though, i don't really care if a bug was on me or not, it's bound to happen being out in nature." it was still rather thoughtful of inosuke to do something like that for him of all people.
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
