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Do you have a favourite arc?

Do you have a favourite scene?

And what is the saddest scene?

Rapid fire questions! Spoilers ahead!!!!

Favorite Arc:

In the anime so far: New World

In the manga: Globetrotting

Favorite Scene:

In the anime so far: Xeno and Senku reuniting. The light that shines in Xeno's eyes when he sees his student has me in a chokehold

In the manga: Ryusui and Sai playing chess together

Saddest Scene:

Any scene where Senku mourns Byakuya

U P D A T E

I posted three chapters all at once because it's my birthday week officially and I can do whatever I want

The absolute temptation of just dropping three chapters of To the Moon and Back all at once is seriously strong right now

This might be a bit weird so you can ignore this or use partially as an inspiration if something from this wall of text interests you to write.

My brain has been obsessed with Xeno and Stanley having a reader who is struggling with their inner balance of good & evil aka they are known as a person who wouldn't hurt even a fly and they truly want to help others and show mercy, even when that person is awful and done so bad things that they deserve the punishments and there is no redemption. Even then, the reader wants to stubbornly try their best to maintain optimistic visions of better world and that people can improve and be better if guided right and with gentle heart.

That is, until the reader is alone and there's no one around to see or hear, then they absolutely can breakdown and curse these people in the lowest hell possibly and would love to just get rid of these people themself in the most painful ways as they deserve with their own hands.

When ever these breakdowns happen the reader breaks something (or snaps out of that deep state of dark thoughts some other way), they would get scared themself, how awful things their mind contains and what they are ready to do if pushed enough in that direction. Most of all, they are afraid that if they don't have full control of themself they truly would fall on the dark side of life and entirely abandon their will to help anyone ever again.

The reader would hide this side of themself when around others, never gets caught of speaking ill about anyone and they maintain their "good person act" as long as possibly but lately it all has been cracking and it's just too much to bear and they are on a verge to do something stupidly bad that they would regred afterwards.

Xeno and Stanley could have seen hints that there's something different in the reader lately or they might have caught them in a bad time like in the middle of angry breakdown while the reader had thought they can be alone. Xeno/Stanley could reveal that they know now that the reader isn't just all smile and sunshine.

This is where my brain starts wonder is Xeno/Stanley would first just observe how long the reader can hold it together or they could also intervive before the reader starts majorly lose their hope for the good in this life.

I feel like Xeno could understand this as they were hold back by authorities and literally became dictator after his own fall when the society tried to supress his inventions.

Stanley on the other hand knows very well how it feels to do the dirty work and take out targets that are too dangerous to stay alive.

They could both help to stay on track or in "bad ending" they might be the ones that enable the reader to join the dark side.

This is where my brain stops working to connect the lines. I know this is a bit vague and strange but if this sparks an inspiration for short Xeno/Stanley/Reader fic, I would love to hear your take!

Wishing you that the day treats you well!

I have thoughts on this, and I hope I can get them across well.

Stanley would have them figured out immediately, and only because he's spent so much time with Xeno that he knows what someone desperately trying not to crash out looks like.

Xeno isn't blind either, and he's pretty quick on the uptake as well. Though he's significantly better at suppressing himself than they are, he knows just how hot someone's blood can run.

Neither of them would handle the situation in a healthy or helpful way at first, which would cause a lot of strain on everyone involved.

I'm definitely adding this to my fic list because you now have me equally as obsessed

Are there any characters in Dr. Stone that you don't like at all?

Ibara

Every time that man comes on the screen I visibly cringe and feel nauseous. He triggers a legitimate trauma response.

Other than that though, no not really. Even if I dislike a character at first, they typically end up growing on me after a while (See: Gen, Magma, Hyoga, and Moz)

My eating disorder has been rearing its ugly head, so have this thing I wrote to distract myself from feeling sick while I put myself back together a little.

Note and Warning: This is solely my experience with something of this nature, Eating Disorders can show in all kinds of different ways

Xeno glances at his watch, a frown pressing into his face. It was rare that he was the one ready to eat first. Usually, it's you who comes and drags him away from his work for a meal. But today, something was off.

Actually, something has been off for a few days now.

Three meals a day had fallen to two, an almost absurd amount of time passing between your breakfast and dinner. He'd been a little concerned, but hadn't thought much else about it. You both were busy, it was expected that schedules would change.

But then weren't eating at all.

No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, not even little snacks. All the food the two of you kept has been untouched by you for two days.

Now, Xeno was worried.

Were you ill? Had he missed something?

He pushes away from his workstation, scanning the room that was otherwise empty of people, wondering if maybe you were waiting for him and he just hadn't noticed you. But no, he was definitely alone.

The sun had fallen some time ago, leaving the colony to be lit by artificial light and the soft glow of the moon above.

He asks Luna and her two young devotees as he passes them if they'd seen you all day. Luna confirms that you'd been out and about as normal, commenting that you looked at bit rough, though in that same breath, she claims that you'd insisted you were fine.

He thanks them, and continues on, moving a little faster now.

He should have been more mindful, should have paid more attention. You were in bad enough shape that others had noticed, yet it had slipped right past him. What a fool he was to neglect you in this way.

He pushes his way into your shared living quarters, calling your name as he does.

"Welcome home!" You're absolutely beaming at him when he turns the corner to find you curled on the small makeshift sofa. You hop to your feet and meet him partway as he lurches to reach you.

"Are you alright?" He asks, taking your face in his hands, trying not to grimace at what he sees.

You did indeed look rough.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You say, tone a little confused.

"Good," He says. "Are...you hungry?"

There's a pause, a flicker of something in your eyes.

"No, not really."

Surely, that was a lie. There was no way you'd eaten recently at all, not with how haggard you looked, or how your body was shaking.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asks.

You avert your eyes, gaze flitting around to look at everything else but him. Guilt presses into your face.

"I had some water earlier," You say.

"Water is not food, my love," He says. "When was the last time you had food?"

Another long pause. It makes his chest ache at how long it takes you to answer a question that should not be this hard.

"I dunno."

That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. The human body couldn't sustain itself without proper nutrition.

His mind starts racing, searching for numbers, reports, and facts that he could use to figure out what was happening to you.

The colony wasn't lacking on food. There were plenty of cows and corn and other things they'd been growing. If something had gone wrong in that department, he'd have known a long time ago.

So then, were you choosing not to eat? But why? Was it an image issue? A health problem you hadn't disclosed? A mental disorder? All of the above?

"Xee?"

If his calculations were correct, you likely hadn't eaten anything in at least a day, if not two. A full meal would cause you to be ill. So what was the best way to go about this?

"Xee!"

Something small, first. Finger foods. Something you could eat one or two of at a time.

"Xeno!"

He'd have to monitor you. Perhaps he should take the day tomorrow to help you reorient your body before you passed out and got hurt. The colony would survive without him for a short while. You were far more important.

"Xeno Wingfield!"

He snaps back into focus, zeroing in on you instantly. He could almost laugh at how you looked like the worried one.

"My love," He says. "I'm concerned about you."

"I'm alright, Xee, really."

How could you look so calm? How could you act like this was of no consequence? He couldn't understand it.

"How often do you starve yourself?" He asks. "How has it gone past my notice for so long?"

"I..." You hesitate, looking away from him. A large part of him wants to get angry, to demand your answer faster. But he couldn't do that to you, not when you were clearly already having a hard time.

His poor darling, he just wished you'd said something.

"I was getting better," You finally say.

"So this is some kind of relapse?" He asks.

"I guess? It's kind of hard to explain."

"Please try. The more I understand the better I can help you," He presses his lips to your forehead, hoping his small act of affection works as the encouragement he intended.

"It's started in high school. You remember what it was like back then. Everyone was mean and judgemental, and I didn't feel like I was enough. So I stopped eating, for a really long time. And no one helped me. My parents missed it, my siblings missed it, my friends missed it, I was totally on my own."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes, then continue.

"I was sick a lot because of it, and I think that's what finally shook me out of it a little bit. I was tired of being ill and exhausted and miserable all the time."

"Did you get treatment?" He asks, fearing he already knew the answer.

"Xee, come on, you met my parents before we were all petrified. What do you think?" You say it with a laugh, but neither of you really think it's funny.

He kisses you again, just under your eye. He didn't know what else to do, or what else to say. He just wanted you to know that you were cared for in this moment.

"Anyway," You say. "I eventually got things back in decent order, but I guess...I'm sliding back down the metaphorical hill."

"It's alright, my love. Slide as far as you need, I'm here to help you regain lost ground," He says, pressing a few more featherlight kisses to your face before pulling you close to hold you in his arms.

There are no tears as he holds you, no sniffles or weepy words. You seem so utterly numb to the situation, that he's certain this isn't the first time it's happened.

"Let's have dinner," He says. "And tomorrow, we'll spend the day together."

"I can't just have a whole meal, Xee. I'll get sick."

Ah. He was indeed right in thinking this wasn't your first rodeo with relapsing into your disorder.

"I know, my darling. I'll make you something small and easy to digest for tonight. We'll work together on returning you to eating full meals over the next couple of days," He says, already making mental checklists and plans for the future.

He'd have to get Stanley involved. He'd need his trusted friend to look after things while Xeno took the day off tomorrow. Stanley would also be the perfect person to have keep an eye on you, to make sure you were making progress. He'd tell Xeno the moment you needed aid.

There was a worry of embarassing you, though. So perhaps he'd bring up that possibility later. For now, you needed food, more water, and rest.

Curly x Reader snippet

The cockpit is dim, as always, but warmer than usual. He’s sure he has the heavy blanket tucked around him for that. Everything sounds normal, with soft beeps and the incessant rattle the ship developed after the crash. The only difference was the soft humming coming from his left. 

He turns his head slowly, the image of you filling his vision, sending butterflies rushing through his whole being. 

You were curled in the co-pilot’s seat, knees pulled close to your chest. You were focused on your nails, eyebrows furrowed as you scraped at them with a file as you hummed along to whatever song played in your head. Occasionally, a lyric or two would slip through your lips, your voice filling him with a different kind of warmth. 

Pretty. 

Your head snaps up, as if you’d read his thoughts. Or maybe he’d spoken out loud, he wasn’t totally sure. Your eyes find his, and you smile.

“Hi,” You say softly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, a smile creeping onto his own face. 

“You okay?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

He just looks at you for a moment, really taking you in. Your uniform had been abandoned for something more comfortable, you’d likely traded places with someone just long enough to change but not leave him totally alone. Your eyes were tired, though that was nothing new, and God you were just…

“You’re pretty,” He says before he can stop himself. You make a noise, like you’d choked on air, and your face fills with color, pink dusting your cheeks and ears. 

“Wh-where did that come from?” You ask, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“My heart, I think,” He says, feeling awfully cheeky. You laugh for real this time, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. You open your mouth to quip back at him, but he speaks first. “I mean it though. You’re really pretty.” 

You pause, blinking at him real slow, thinking about how best to respond to him. Not that your hesitation was much of a surprise. His words came out of nowhere, surprising even himself when he’d blurted them out. He was honestly somewhat glad that you were taking your time to speak, rather than waving off what he’d said as a joke, or something he’d said out of exhaustion. 

“Thank you,” You finally reply. “You’re not so bad, either.” 

“You think?” He asks, feeling a grin stretch his face. 

“Mm. Very handsome,” You nod. 

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” 

The silence that falls between the two of you is long, but comfortable. You shift in your seat, moving to sit criss-cross rather than bunched in a ball, your gaze following him as he sits up and stretches the sleep from his limbs. Your eyes burn into him, making him grateful for the blanket still covering his lap. He couldn’t say why you looking at him like that made him feel this way, but it did. It gave him a surge of something, confidence or bravery or stupidity, it didn’t matter. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, hoping you saw the sincerity in his face. You make that choking noise again, eyes blowing wide and lips parting in shock at his question. The pink on your cheeks darkens to more of a red color, and his heart beats so fast he’s not sure he’ll survive to see tomorrow. 

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You already know what this is

Suffer [said with love]

He’s going to be sick. 

There’s so much blood. It’s on his hands, the ground, pouring from Manolo’s chest- 

How did this happen? How did Tsukasa fail this badly? 

He was right there. Manny was so close to him, practically in his arms!

But then-

Gods, what even happened? His mind is running so fast, he's not even sure he remembers. All he knows is one minute they were both fine, the next, Manny was choking on his own lungs.

Why him? Why the one person Tsukasa had finally started truly opening himself to? What kind of cruel universe gave him someone to love, only to take him away so violently?

The sound of Manolo gagging snaps him back to full attention. The man lying below him has little light left in his eyes. He wasn't going to make it, not even if Tsukasa ran as fast as he could.

So instead, he just gathers him in his arms, and pulls him close.

"I'm sorry," Tsukasa says, a sob breaking from his chest. "Manolo I'm so sorry."

His dying companion gasps, breath coming in broken wheezes. He mumbles something in Spanish, but Tsukasa can't really understand it. His words are too heavily slurred.

"I'm here," Tsukasa says, hoping to give him some comfort. "I won't leave you to die alone."

He shouldn't be dying at all.

A hand, shaky and far too cold, reaches up and weakly caresses Tsukasa's face, pulling another pained sob from the warrior.

Tsukasa leans down, pressing his lips to Manolo's. They're just as cold as his hand, and trembling slightly. Tsukasa can taste the blood splattered across them.

"Manolo I-"

-

His whole body jerks as he awakens suddenly, his breaths coming hard. Tears were in his eyes and pouring down his cheeks.

A dream? Had it really just been a bad dream?

Maybe he should check on Manolo, make sure the other man was alright. That would certainly give him some comfort.

He rushes outside, letting the cool air soothe his nerves and calm the nausea in his gut. It's late, everyone else has long gone to bed. Everyone but...

He moves without thinking, taking his steps quickly and without any hesitation.

Manolo turns when he hears Tsukasa approaching, smiling at him in the way he always does, whether he realizes it or not.

"Hey 'kasa, can't sleep either-" Manny's words are cut short when Tsukasa gathers him in his arms, pressing him as close as he possibly can.

"W-wha-"

Manny is stiff in his arms, but he's warm. He's alive. Tsukasa can feel his breathing, can feel his pulse thrumming under his skin.

He's alive.

Not me reading an old My Hero Academia fic I wrote in 2020 and realizing that I wrote an extremely similar fic for Call of Duty in 2022.

Damn. Am I unoriginal, or do I just have a type?

need to send you an ask to congrats you on your lovely brain for your horror ideas oh my days!!! so good :3

I'm glad you enjoy my nightmare fuel as much as I do :3

Yipe :D

I would love to yap with you about OCS and fic ideas

My dm's are always open if you feel comfortable with that, and you know my discord lol

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My DMs are also always open! You can literally poke me about it at any time and even if I'm sleeping I will eventually wake up and see it and scream with you in enjoyment