All The Fun Senku Is Having Right Now Is Due Mostly To Delirium Caused By Exhaustion No You Cannot Change

let's all frolic in the meadows together! manokasa picnic date. that's all

Yes. All of this.

They go together on a rare quiet day for the Kingdom of Science

There's a nice field where they can lay out a blanket and sit together for hours

Manny plays the guitar

Tsukasa listens, falling more and more in love

They talk about many things

Family, the future, the past.

Tsukasa kisses Manny's hands and face

Whispering soft promises of forever that he intends to keep

They make me sick, I love them so much.

I love your OCs and their lore and everything! I feel really bad for Aurora, I hope she will find a future full of happiness.

And I wish I could cuddle Dog (as a wolf). I LOVE animals. Even if that animal would kill me lmao they're just so cute I can't help it <33

You mentioned Aurora does not have a preference in romantic partners; does that include the personality of her partners or does she have a type? Or maybe even icks and no-go's?

And what about Xenos (as a man ofc)?

"Oh! Xen loves to be snuggled when he's like that! He also loves it when you scratch behind his ears and rub his tum-" "Master, have you finally lost your mind?" "Maybe."

Xenos has never had a romantic partner in his canon lore, but that doesn't mean he isn't susceptible to it. He doesn't really care what you look like or what your gender is. He and his master both have some pretty big personalities, though, which can be hard to handle, so you'll have to be able to deal with the amount of sass being thrown at you from all angles. Plus, being a Hell Hound, Xenos is guaranteed to outlive you.

Aurora doesn't have a gender preference, but she does have a type. She needs someone who, in her words, "can keep the fuck up" with her.

"My master struggles with accepting love and care." "Watch yourself, dog."

Aurora likes people who show up when you need them. People she knows she can call at 2AM trusting that they'll answer. She needs someone reliable, and who can hold her together when she starts to break apart. That doesn't mean they have to be physically strong or exceptional, they just need to be patient. And understand that with her comes her pain.

She does not tolerate anyone who is abusive in any way, shape, or form, nor does she handle cheating of any kind very well.

"He starts making a mental last will and testament, and hopes through some miracle he can telepathically send it to Stanley, who bailed from the room faster than a bullet shoots from his gun. "

I wheeze! Stanley really said bye boo 💅

Stanley when he hears his or his closest companion's full government names being yelled:

if its not too much, can you make a fic on evil scientist senku? (and maybe the s/o and general should be seperate if thats okay TvT)

(i will send the art which affected me in this way in a separate ask, since i would like to remain anon)

Okay but that art was such a vibe and I'm totally here for Senku being a little crazy.

I did something a little funky here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

x gn!Reader

Senku Ishigami wasn’t evil.

Evil implied that he was torturing and murdering people for fun, and he had far too many better things to do than all that. Like helping his mentor do calculations, building his rockets, and testing chemicals on rats to see how effective they are. None of that made him evil. Just passionate about science. 

That’s what Xeno told him. And Xeno was always right.

Senku in this world let himself be swept up in Xeno's darkness

Science was so powerful, it could do anything

And Senku wanted to do everything

Even if it meant twisting his morals until they were no longer recognizable

In public, he's actually pretty much the same as he's always been

Bored, a bit distant, and a little eccentric

He's still friends with Taiju and Yuzuriha, though they don't subscribe to his way of thinking

His friends are actually very concerned and have voiced their worries many times to teachers, who have just waved it off

Because to them

He's a perfect student

There's no way he's that far gone

(he is)

The stone world is like a godsend to him

No laws means he doesn't have to worry about what he can and can't do

A master manipulator and still somehow manages to get the Ishigami village on his side

The only time he thanks Byakuya for being so sentimental

He does still want the world back to some state of normal though, and is trying to restore parts of it

When he and Xeno reunite, he jumps on the offer to merge their kingdoms together

Becomes his mentor's left hand (since Stanley is his right)

He narrows his eyes down at you, unamused by your invasion of his privacy.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He asks.

You have no excuse, you'd just been curious about what he did in his lab all day that no one was allowed to see.

You bulldoze your way into his life

Literally

The first day he meets you, you're in his lab uninvited

And that little habit of yours continues

He can't decide if you're just as twisted as he was

Or just that stupid

Xeno encourages him to take you as a better apprentice, since you seem so curious

He tells Senku it might help with his "research" to have an extra pair of hands that isn't constantly questioning what he's up to

Either way, he can't seem to get rid of you, so he let's you float around him

It was better than you messing something up when he wasn't looking

At least if he was around, he could keep you from getting hurt

Not...that he cared

...

Okay, maybe he cared a little

Refuses to admit he falls in love with you as quickly as he does

But you listen to him, and you're patient with him, and sometimes you really are as crazy as him

Sometimes crazier

You're his version of Stanley

How would you imagine Xeno & Stanley deal with insomniac partner?

PS. Your writings are delightful to read ♡

You're so sweet <3

And speaking of mild insomnia, I, too, need a nap

Stanley and Xeno don't really fuck around when it comes to taking care of their partner and each other. If their partner struggles with sleep, they're gonna wanna know why before they do anything.

Regardless, once they've rooted out the cause, they're quick to act.

Xeno will make a list of things to do to soothe their mind and body into wanting to sleep. I'm talking warm baths, lavender oils, extraneous activity (aka, physical intimacy with one or both of them). He will look into different medications, if the problem is that severe, but he'd prefer that they not rely on such things since he knows they can be addictive.

Stanley hides the coffee and anything else with caffeine between 5pm and 4am (when he wakes up and needs it). If they are physically able and willing, he will make them go on runs with him. If not, he's a killer masseuse and will try to stretch and loosen their muscles instead.

There was a television in the bedroom at one time, but Xeno has it removed to limit their time looking at screens before bed, and Stanley buys a white noise machine, a fan, and blackout curtains.

Stanley also becomes pretty strict about enforcing a bedtime schedule for everyone, so that their partner doesn't feel left out or neglected. All three go to bed together, no exceptions.

The only way to get out of it is if one of them is gone for work related reasons, but the two left behind are expected to keep to it (even if the only two home are Xeno and Stanley)

hello! I'm a masc reader, but gender neutral is just fine.

i wanted to ask for a one shot with senku, sorry for my English, is not my first language.

reader is a super affectionive person, but thought senku hated being touched, maybe that causes a misunderstanding? im really bad with plots haha you free to do whatever, but maybe add a flustered senku?

Senku being secretly desperate for touch is everything

The writers block I had working on this was insane-

x gn!reader

“Hey!” You’re always so excited to see him, a fact that makes him feel rather smug. He plants his feet, preparing for the hug he knew was coming. Even if he rarely hugged you in return, you never had any issue wrapping yourself around him.

It drove him insane. 

Not in the sense that he hated it. He actually liked how you feel against him a lot. Arguably too much. There were times your hands on his body made his brain short circuit. And somehow, you never seemed to notice what your touch did to him.

“Long time no see,” Senku says, grinning at you. It had only been a few hours, but he’d missed you regardless. You simply hum in response, nuzzling your face into his neck. There was no way you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating, or how much warmer he felt now that you were pressed so dangerously close. 

“Oh-” It’s as if a switch flips in your head, and suddenly you’re pushing yourself back, putting distance between the two of you. “Sorry! I forgot you don’t like that very much.” 

Damn.

Recently, you’d come under the impression that his lack of reciprocation came from a hatred of touch, which could not be further from the truth. But he’d consistently failed to correct you, worrying a little that you’d feel uncomfortable if you knew how desperate he was for your affection. 

3700 years of petrification had definitely changed him, that was clear. 

“No problem,” He says, unable to fully hide his disappointment. “I need help in the lab today. Ready to get to work?” 

You nod, smiling brightly at him. The two of you walk together, Senku occasionally letting his shoulder bump yours just to see the way you brighten when you touch. 

It really was your love language. You liked to touch and be touched, and he hated how hard it was for him to meet you where you needed him to. Between how flustered it made him nowadays, and his lack of desire to be touched in the old days, he knew you thought he wanted little to do with your preferred kind of affection. He needed to change that, and soon. He hated the way your inner light dimmed when you felt like you had to pull away from him. He’d always hated it. 

The lab is big enough for both of you to work separately, but Senku scoots closer and closer to you as time passes, eventually ending up practically on top of you. 

“Am I in the way?” You ask, looking at him with a small frown. 

“The opposite actually,” He says. “You aren’t close enough.”

You turn and look at him, eyes wide and confused. Maybe now wasn’t the time, but he’d opened his mouth without thinking first. 

“Do I need to be close?” You ask.

“I need you close all the time,” He says. “Otherwise, I can’t think.” 

You make a soft oh sound, eyes refocusing on the task at hand. The lab falls into silence, but Senku swears he can hear the wheels in your head turning as you take your time digesting his words. You were thinking over his statement carefully so that you could give a proper response. 

“Senku?” You murmur his name after a while, shifting to press your shoulder more firmly into his. 

“Hm?”

“Do you…like being touched?” You ask, eyes flitting to his face for a brief moment before they return to watching what you were doing. 

“Not always,” He admits. “But if it’s you, yeah.”

“Just me?” 

“No one else feels as good,” His voice may be calm, but he was internally panicking. He was essentially confessing his feelings to you, giving you the chance to turn him away and distance yourself forever.

“You…think I feel good?” You ask, a sly grin beginning to form on your face as the implication of what he’s just said starts to set in for you both. 

“Very,” He says, grinning when you giggle, noting how red your face goes. 

“How vulgar,” You tease. 

“I never said I was a good boy,” He teases right back, sending you into another fit of amused and slightly flustered giggles. 

“No you did not,” You agree, taking a breath to calm yourself. “So…does this mean I can touch you more often?”

It’s his turn to pause, to think about what you’re really asking. 

“Yeah,” He says. “If you want.”

I think I'm funny and that's all that matters

StanXeno x gn!reader

In which the American colony is extremely confused about what exactly is going on with their leader and his right and left hand people

Warnings: language, smoking, general confusion over polyamory, suggestive, definitely some ooc-ness happening here

You're lazing in bed, Xeno's body covering yours, head resting on your chest while you play with his hair when you first hear of the confused rumors making their rounds through the colony. 

It's Stanley who tells you, strutting into the room and throwing himself down onto the bed next to you. He presses a kiss to your cheek and Xeno's head, cuddling up to your side. 

"I overheard some of the others yellin' earlier," He says. His words make Xeno groan and bury his face deeper into your chest. 

"Over what now?" He asks. 

"Us," Stanley huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he remembers the conversation he'd heard. 

"What about us?" Xeno asks, sitting up onto his elbows to look at Stanley's grinning face. 

"No one seems to realize that the three of us are together," Stanley says. "They all think we're dating each other." 

"We are though," You say, eyebrows furrowing. 

"They think we're a pair and a third wheel. They can't seem to agree on who the pair is." 

A hand covers your mouth, laughter exploding out of you as Stanley continues to explain what was being whispered about under all your noses. 

Apparently, it had started when you had given your okay for one of the colonists to undertake a project in Xeno's stead. He'd supposedly made a comment about your ass when you walked away, and Charlotte had jumped to your defense, claiming you to be Stanley's spouse. 

Which had another person claiming that it was actually Xeno who was your lover, and a third who swore it was Stanley and Xeno who were in the relationship. No one had considered for a moment that all of the options could be correct at once. 

Though, you had to give Charlotte credit, you were legally married to Stanley in the old world for the military benefits, even though the three of you had always considered yourselves spouses to each other and at one time had rings to match. 

“That’s the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” You say through your laughter. Stanley joins in your amusement, snorting out another chuckle of his own as the moment hits him yet again. Xeno, however, remains quiet. Contemplating, for a moment, what to do next. 

“Shall we run an experiment?” He asks, rolling onto your other side so that he and Stanley now have you sandwiched between them. 

“Oh?” You lean into him, silently encouraging him to continue. 

“I believe our colony is suffering from lack of basic information gathering and observational skills. I would not call our love for each other overly subtle at all, and yet it appears they have all collectively missed the mark. What’s say we test how long it takes before someone finally puts the pieces together?” Xeno says, tapping at his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I worry that this experiment may never end unless we make ourselves significantly more obvious.”

“What are the parameters? There has to be a way we can accurately measure people’s understanding of what’s happening,” You say. Xeno hums thoughtfully. 

“I'm not sure,” He says. “I'll admit, psychological experiments are not where my expertise lies.” 

“Let’s just fuck with them.”

You and Xeno both look at Stanley, who’s lit a fresh cigarette. 

“Being openly affectionate with each other could encourage more conversation, which would be the best way to gather their thoughts. Perhaps we could also make an anonymous poll and log their answers on a weekly basis,” Xeno says, already making mental calculations.

Xeno and Stanley said two very different things, but are so clearly on the same page. You can tell they’ve known each other for a very long time. It almost makes you a little jealous. Almost. 

-

The colony explodes with rushed questions and confused conversations. A large sheet of paper had been hung in the dining area asking people to vote on who they thought was in a relationship with who, with three options. 

You and Stanley.

You and Xeno.

Xeno and Stanley.

No one knew who made it, or who put it up. It had no name, no one recognized the handwriting, and not a single one of the three of you seemed too interested in it. At most, it got a raised eyebrow from Xeno, but little else. You and Stanley barely even looked at it. 

By the end of the first day it was posted, there were equal votes between the pairings.

-

Luna’s face was burning hot, her whole body shaking as she tried to be as silent as possible so as to not get caught. Which was seriously hard considering what she had just walked in on.

Stanley had you against a wall, your legs around his waist, his lips pressing seriously hot kisses into yours.

She was going to be haunted by the noises you two were making for weeks.

-

“My love, if you would,” Xeno’s words make Brody jump a little. The man watches you flit from the other side of the room to your great leader’s side, pressing close to him. 

Xeno hands you something, catching you in a quick kiss before sending you off to do whatever task he’d assigned. 

“I’ll be right back,” You say, earning yourself a hum. 

“Do hurry, I miss you far too much when you’re gone,” Xeno says, making you grin and your cheeks flush a nice pink. 

“Flatterer,” You coo, already heading towards the door. The look you flash Brody as you pass him is downright mischievous, leaving the engineer wondering just what exactly he was missing here.

-

Xeno’s chest heaves with heavy pants, his hand swiping over his mouth to remove the lipstick that Stanley had smeared over him before another colonist had wandered into the room without knocking to get Xeno’s opinion on something. 

Stanley narrows his eyes at the poor fool, who stares at them with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. 

“Get out.” Stanley hisses, “Xeno’s fucking busy.” 

“Yes sir!” 

-

Your little experiment goes on for weeks. The poll gets changed out on a regular basis in order for Xeno to note how things do or don’t change based on whether you all are caught being affectionate with each other. However, it spurs something none of you had expected. A new rumor rushes through the colony, one that was far less fun or interesting. 

“I think they’re all cheating on each other with each other.” 

You’re the one to hear that one, whispered hurriedly between Luna and Charlotte as you walk by to meet with Xeno for an update on some issues with the cows you’d been looking into. Both the young women look at you with wide eyes before scattering when they realize you’re standing nearby. 

Well, that wasn’t good. 

You spend the day thinking about it, about how quickly that had spread, and how it could affect the morale of the colony. If people thought Xeno wasn’t a faithful partner, his abilities as a leader could come into question. Not only that, but one of the reasons people still followed Xeno was because he was genuinely likeable. If resentment towards him started to creep around due to rumors of him being a part of some affair, things could take a turn for the worse. Sure, it may be a bit of a stretch, but it still worries you nonetheless. 

It’s still on your mind when you walk into the lab the next day, where Xeno and Stanley wait for you along with several other colonists. You wonder how they don’t feel the weight of the tension in the room when you enter. 

A frown presses into your face. The dissent you worried about was already growing; you were going to have to end the experiment. And if Xeno’s expression told you anything, he was thinking the same.

-

The truth comes out by elaborate design.

It starts with someone ‘finding’ the weeks of collected polls in one of Xeno’s storage cabinets after he sent them to get something else for him. After that, you make a comment about your husbands, making sure to carefully enunciate the plurality of the word, during a conversation. The final blow comes during dinner one night. 

You enter the dining hall, where a majority of the colony was gathered for their evening meal, and head straight to where Xeno and Stanley were waiting for you. The three of you rarely eat with everyone like this, so between that and the continued confusion and rumors, everyone’s eyes are on you. 

“Sorry I’m late,” You say, joining them at their chosen table. “I got caught up with something.” 

“No worries, my love,” Xeno says, nice and loud. 

“We don’t mind waiting for you,” Stanley adds. 

You smile, eyes glancing quickly around the room before looking at Xeno for confirmation. He gives the subtlest of nods, signaling his okay. 

Leaning your elbows on the table, you speak loud enough for everyone to hear without yelling. 

“So, for tonight, I was thinking that we could all go stargazing,” You say. “It is my turn to pick what we do.” 

“We’re creating light pollution here, so if we want to see anything worthwhile, we’ll have to travel for that,” Xeno says. 

“Fine with me,” Stanley says. “Long as we’re together, I don’t care.” 

You beam at the two of them, pushing up to stretch your body over the table and press kisses to them both. First to Xeno, then to Stanley. 

“Perfect,” You coo.

-

“What the fuck just happened?”

“I have no idea.”

“Wait, are they all dating each other?” 

“Can you do that?!”

“I…I have no idea…”

“I don’t see why they couldn’t. I mean, do the rules of the old world still really matter here?” 

“...who do you think was the third?” 

A whole new argument rushes through the colony.

UPDATE: Did not cry over Senku, but Stanley is definitely crashing out over my oc and I am living for it

Writing angst for an upcoming chapter of To the Moon and Back today.

Who wants to bet I make myself cry over Senku?

Hiiiii

Quick question

Are you alright with people yapping to you about their ocs- and fic ideas?

- totally not 🌙

Hello person who is definitely not Moon

I am totally okay with being yapped at about ocs and fic ideas! Just be prepared for me to have my own excited thoughts about whatever you send me because I am very supportive of people having fun with fandom

Just a taste of something

Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.