Have You Considered Gen/Tsukasa. Listen, The Way Tsukasas Response To The Evils Of The World Can Be Summarized

The first chapter of my Senku x OC fic To the Moon and Back is almost done. Have a treat

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It's not the first thing he does. It's not even the second or third. No, Senku has to wait until he's at least vaguely able to survive on his own first and foremost. No point in doing extra work if he couldn’t feed himself.  

He considers for a long time how best to make it work with his limited skills and usable materials. He wasn’t especially strong, nor did he have the time to spend hours upon hours on something like this. In the end, he decides on carving tablets out of leftover wood that would otherwise be used as tinder for a fire, which he knows he’ll have plenty of as soon as the oaf finally wakes the hell up. The biggest problem would be preservation and weight, but he’d deal with that later.

It was nothing new to him to stay awake well into the night working on something, but this task was particularly gruelling. After all, what did you say to someone after taking a 3,700 year long nap? 

Senku with a totally unhinged partner

Thats it that's the post

Wow wow wow

Can you believe I wrote this in a month? 2023 was a weirdly great time for me productivity-wise

What's this "server mother" talk? Is... Is tumblr being called server now days????

Hah! No, no, it's not that

The ones calling me mother are all in the same discord server

I'm a classic mom friend 🥲

hey hey! i adore your work and i know you get a lot of stanxeno/reader requests but….if you’re willing to and comfortable with the topic, could you write a stanxeno/fem reader fic about the reader being someone who struggles really hard with depression? maybe struggling with getting out of bed frequently as a focal point? lack of pleasure in doing things, self care, and motivation in general could be some other topics. if you’re not comfortable with this, i completely understand! thank you ❤️

Bold of you to assume I don't want to continue doing StanXeno x Reader stuff okay I'm in love with them

Based entirely on what I need when I get like this

xFem!Reader

"Ow-"

"Sorry, sorry. You have a knot back here."

Stanley runs the brush through your hair again, more careful this time. Once the knots are cleared and the brush slides through your hair with ease, he drops it onto the table and grabs a hair-tie.

"I'm braiding it today," He says with full confidence, though you're not sure he actually knows how to braid hair.

"Okay," You mumble. Stanley goes slowly, muttering curses whenever your hair slips from his fingers. He had the general movements down, but even without a mirror you could tell it was going to be a mess.

But Stanley liked doing it, so who were you to stop him? It made your life a little easier on days like this.

"You should spray water on it," Xeno's voice comes from somewhere nearby.

"Shut it, I've got this," Stanley says, not even looking over his shoulder at the other man. "I can do it."

The hair tie snaps when Stanley tries to wrap it around his poorly-done braid, pulling more curses from him when it makes you flinch.

"Sorry, baby," He says, grabbing another hair tie and quickly finishing your hair. He leans down to press a kiss the back of your neck before moving around the chair and pulling you to your feet.

You're marched into the living room, where Xeno was placing a plate filled with an assortment of little food items on the small coffee table.

"I made a few protein options," He says. "As well as some fruits and vegetables. It isn't much, but you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," You say, plopping onto the couch.

"I know you aren't, my love," Xeno says. "But you must eat anyway. You haven't had anything since last night, and it is passing noon now."

You stare, dead eyed, at the food in front of you. It looks good, and you knew Xeno was a good cook, but you didn't have the desire to eat. Just the idea of picking up the fork felt like a Sisyphean task.

As if reading your mind, Xeno kneels next to you, and picks up the fork himself.

"You don't have to feed me," You say, guilt creeping in.

"I know," He repeats, stabbing the fork into a piece of egg and passing it to your lips. "But you are struggling, and I want to help."

It's hard to swallow, your throat closing up as tears threaten your eyes.

You hated this. Hated being like this.

It had taken both of them just to get you out of bed an hour ago, and now Xeno was insisting to feed you out of concern that you wouldn't do it yourself.

Loving you could be such a burden. You wonder why they stay.

As Xeno presses bits of food into your mouth, Stanley moves furniture around. He steals pillows from your shared bed, pulls blankets from where they're stored, and carefully crafts a little fort for you in the small living area. Xeno fusses at him at least once, lecturing him on the stability, but Stanley waves him off.

"We do this all the time," He says. "I know how to make it."

All the time. It really was all the time, especially now that the world was turned to stone and you no longer had access to medication or real therapy. You really were burdensome, weren't you?

Xeno doesn't force you to clear the plate. Once he's satisfied enough with what you've managed to stomach, he cleans everything and sends you into the fort where Stanley was already waiting to wrap you in blankets to make a little you-shaped burrito.

"Too tight?" He asks after tucking you under the soft material. You shake your head, earning a pleased hum and short nod.

You're left to take a nap, while they busy themselves around your little home, staying with you instead of going out and doing their usual work within the colony.

Stanley nudges you awake after about an hour, pulling you from the fort to have some water and lay on the couch instead, your head in Xeno's lap and feet in Stanley's.

Xeno talks at you about whatever he's been working on recently, letting you look at the papers with all his notes and thoughts on them as he does. Stanley rubs his hands over your legs, massaging your muscles with careful fingers and occasionally chimes in as well.

They move you again after another while, this time sitting you at the table with a tiny plate of more food while they work together to clean up the fort from this morning.

It felt like such a waste, but if you dared to look at the clock Xeno had made, you'd see it was already getting to be evening. Time moved so weirdly when you were deep in the storm of your depression. Hours had felt like minutes, and minutes had felt like years.

At some point, you're stripped of the blanket you'd been wrapped in all day, and marched to the bathroom where Xeno carefully undoes your braid and brushes your hair back out while Stanley prepares a bath. It takes some doing, as the piping in the colony was still technically under development, but eventually your clothes are pulled off and you're dragged under a stream of warm water, though you really just stand there and let your mind swim in guilt at having to be so thoroughly mothered like this by your lovers.

You lose track of whose hands are whose when they run soap across your body and in your hair, their voices melding together in streams of idle chatter and whispered worries.

By the time you're cleaned, dried, and in fresh clothes, it's somehow time for dinner. Xeno makes more finger foods for you, and smaller meals for himself and Stanley so you don't feel left out.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, staring blankly at the plate in front of you.

"Whatever for, love?" Xeno asks.

"Being so hard to take care of."

"You're not hard," Stanley says without an ounce of hesitation. "And even if you were, it wouldn't matter."

"You shouldn't have to give up your whole day just because I can't get my shit together," You say, the built up guilt finally spilling out of you. "I feel like I'm nothing but an awful burden to you, anymore."

"Stanley and I have been at your side for long enough to understand that your brain's chemical imbalance hinders your ability to function normally without proper treatment, which we currently do not have access to," Xeno says.

"But-"

"No buts, little lady," Stanley says, raising a hand to silence you. If you were feeling more...yourself, you'd giggle at how his accent slips out on the word lady. "It's our job to take care of you when you don't feel good. Like you would if it was one of us."

You sigh, somehow deflating even more. Once the heavy fog lifted, you'd realize that they were right. That if it was one of them with your disorder, you'd give everything you had to keep them afloat.

You weren't a burden to them because they loved you, and that would never change.

What other fandoms are you in?

At the risk of sounding super annoying with this answer:

Can you be a tiny bit more specific? Do you want the full list of everything, or just what I'm enjoying at current?

I've been in fandom for a long time and I just don't wanna give you a super long list if that's not what you're looking for :')

If you dream it, do it (literally)

thank you so so much for writing that stanxeno x reader depression fic 😭 that really brightened my day!!! i’ve been in a rough spot and your writing is so comforting ❤️ thanks again!!!

I'm so glad I was able to brighten your day ❤️

Touchstarved Headcanons: Tsukasa Shishio

@crescentmoonfallen I struggled a bit bit I hope you like it

x gn!reader

General:

Sudden and unexpected touch can make him flinch

He's had a bad childhood and spent a majority of his life fighting people for money, so his relationship with it is a little iffy.

That's not to say he doesn't like it, he just has to be warned first

Loves hugs from his sister and other gentle-handed people

Tries really hard post stone war to reorient his thoughts and be more accepting of casual touch

With His Partner:

It takes time for him to warm up to touching and being touched by you

But once he's fully comfortable, it's fairly constant.

He's a lot like Senku, where he'll find little reasons to touch you at all times of day.

He'll hold your hand, brush his fingers over your arms, tug on the back of your shirt so that you don't go too far, and find reasons to lean his weight on you (just a little, he's genuinely worried he'll hurt you).

Sleeps with his whole body wrapped around you like a giant cocoon, and will pout if you scoot away because you're too hot.

An absolute cuddle fiend

Would rather die again than move even the tiniest bit when you lay on top of him.

Loves when you hold his face

His body will follow your hands on instinct when you pull away, aching to get more of your touch

Doing this made me realize how complicated some of my OCs are, and that I definitely need a spreadsheet. Anyway, meet these two absolute divas in their most boiled down states

Aurora (Named Kit in older versions of her character)

Abused, traumatized and chronically exhausted. Aurora is a versatile character who fits in most alternate universes.

She's typically seen as an adult in her mid to late twenties. In modern universes, she has dyed hair (typically some variation of pastel, usually pink or purple, sometimes blue). Otherwise, she's blonde, and has the kind of blue eyes that make you nervous to look into for too long.

She has no preference in romantic/intimate partner, and has been known to flirt her way into and out of several situations. Smiles with her teeth, but not always her eyes.

Is most often seen paired with Xenos in stories, but can be placed anywhere without him.

Xenos (I created him before Dr STONE was even published don't come at me)

Called Xen, or Dog, he is Aurora's counterpart in every way but romantic. He's her servant, her friend, and her most consistent companion. He is endlessly loyal to his Lady, and is no stranger to changing to fit the story.

Xenos has two common physical forms in stories: Man or Beast

If a man, he appears around Aurora's age, if not a bit older. He has dark hair, his eyes varying from black, to red, to sometimes even gold.

If a beast, he appears as either a massive black wolf-dog, or German Shepherd, depending on the world he is in.

Though he is arguably the most versatile OC I've created, Xenos is never seen on his own, save for a few extremely rare circumstances.