"I Need More Sai Nanami Content" I Say, Knowing Perfectly Well I Could Just Write It For Myself

i need more ryusuii plezhe 🙏🤌🤌😭

I'm always more than happy to write more for Ryusui. Or Sai please I need someone to want something with Sai I need an excuse-

I have a Ryusui x OC request in progress currently, but that is all for him at the moment. If there is a specific scenario or idea you have let me know! I'll get it done as soon as I can! ^-^

StanXeno x Reader fics where they're all high school friends turned lovers are everything to me I stg if no one stops me I'm gonna write one

Now that all those are done (for now, please send more I am begging-)

I can go back to writing horrible, awful angst for my Dr STONE oc and her big brother who's trying his hardest I swear Stanley really does care he's just bad at it-

All of the requests from yesterday/this morning should be finished and posted here soon!!

I have so much fun doing this stuff seriously I love it

Sorry, I keep spamming questions without asking if it's okay lol is it bothersome?

It's totally fine! I'm taking a break from working on requests tonight, so your questions give me something to do in the meantime :3

Officially added to the list:

StanXeno being massive simps for their third (x reader)

Undecided as to whether this is going to be a fic or headcanons

My list of Dr STONE drafts grows

Here's what I'm looking at right now:

Touchstarved headcanons

Next on my list to finish: Ryusui

Characters comforting you during a storm

Current list: Senku, Stanley, Xeno

Relationship headcanons

Lineup Undecided

I am also actively accepting requests for fics/headcanon lists for any character and still working on To the Moon and Back (updated today)

Now that I'm more awake and have had time to process this horrific thought, let me try to elaborate what I think I mean.

Speaking from personal experience, being vaguely suicidal doesn't necessarily mean Senku is actively trying to kill himself or is looking for ways to do it. It more likely means that if he died, he wouldn't care. There would be no panic, no fear of what happened next.

Senku would close his eyes, and let it happen.

Thats not to say he has nothing to live for, he very much does, which is why he hasn't already thrown himself off a cliff or something similar. But if you recall my thought about Senku and emotion, having big heavy feelings shoved further and further down can be extremely poisonous to your psyche.

Senku has lost his birth parents, his adoptive father, and the world as he knew it. He was forced to figure out how to surive and save everyone else in the world because as far as he knew, he was the only one that could. And he hasn't processed any of those emotions in a healthy way.

When Tsukasa kills him, Senku has no way of knowing if his revival plan is going to work as intended. What he does know, is that he'd be fine dying regardless.

When he's shot by Stanley, and is suffering through fever and fighting potential infection, he passes the torch to Chrome knowing that even if he died, science would live on, and he's okay with that.

He's okay not seeing the world be totally recreated. He's okay not getting to see his middle age and elderly years. He's okay losing his life, because he honestly is tired of living.

I say again that Senku isn't actively suicidal, so he's not going to kill himself on purpose right now. But if he got the chance to die? He'd take it.

Besides, whatever afterlife exists is where Byakuya is, and he has a lot to say to his father.

I just woke up in a cold sweat with the words

"Senku might be vaguely suicidal"

In my head, and now i want to curl back up and cry because why would my brain do that to me

Oh and if you were to be unpetrified, what would your role be?

Storytelling

I've lived so much of my life writing stories, I'd be the one to write down the 100 tales and any other stories people may have to share for the new generations to come.

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as I debate posting a soft touchstarved Dr STONE characters x reader headcanon list

if you have time, could you do some Tsukasa x reader hurt/comfort where the reader is injured while working? totally not thinking about a certain friend's oc... no.... i would never do that...

Oh, yeah, totally. Totally not thinking about the same oc I am absolutely not

😏

This is so bad I'm so sorry I don't know where my brain went does this even count as hurt/comfort-

Tsukasa x gn!Reader

It had been an accident. The knife you’d been holding had slipped and sliced into the meat of your other hand. You hissed out curses, trying to press a clean cloth against your hand to stop the bleeding before it got too bad. But the cut was deep, and you were definitely going to need stitched together. 

You’re in the middle of the simple procedure when Tsukasa comes barreling into the room. 

“Hey! Careful!” Yuzuriha scolds him, but her words go ignored as he rushes towards you, hands reaching for your face. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, breathless. He must have run all the way from the training field once he got the news. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say, pressing your cheek into his hand on instinct, seeking his warmth. Tsukasa lets out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing immediately. 

“Thank goodness. All I’d heard was that you were hurt, but no one told me what happened,” He says. 

“Can I finish working on my patient please?” Yuzuriha huffs, though you don’t think she’s actually that mad. If anything, she looked more amused than anything. “I still need to wrap their hand up.”

“I can do that,” Tsukasa says, turning and holding out his palm for the necessary supplies. Yuzuriha sighs, and hands them over before quickly and quietly slipping out of the room with a sneaky little grin on her face. Almost like this was planned. 

Your friends were getting less and less sneaky about what they were trying to do. 

Tsukasa takes a seat in front of you, pulling your hand into his lap so that he can inspect the careful stitching with a frown. His eyes always held a kind of intensity, but his gaze almost felt like it was burning. It made you more than a little anxious. He was always telling you to be more careful, and here you were getting hurt doing something mundane. 

“I’m sorry,” You blurt suddenly, unable to hold it in. Tsukasa looks up at you, soft eyes flitting across your anxiety filled expression. 

“What for?” He asks.

“Getting hurt. Again.”

“It happens to the best of us,” He says. “I’m more worried about how this is going to affect your ability to do the things you enjoy.” 

“Oh…” You hadn’t had time to think about that. With an injured hand, you wouldn’t be able to write, play music, or even help with basic tasks until you were healed. There was no way Senku would let you risk an infection. 

So, what were you supposed to do now? Nothing? But how could you just sit here and do nothing all day? The Kingdom of Science needed every available hand in order to keep things moving, yours included.

What a burden you’d become. Not only were you hurt, but now you were useless too. 

“Hey, hey,” Tsukasa’s hand touches your face again. You blink, a little startled at his touch and worried tone. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” You ask, a little embarrassed to have to even ask. You should have been paying attention already-

“No, it’s alright. You just…looked lost for a minute,” He says softly, fingers brushing across your cheek before dropping. 

“Oh…” 

Silence falls between you, neither knowing really what to say next. Tsukasa grabs the supplies he was given- some ointment and bandages- and gets to work on your hand. The ointment stings a bit, but not too seriously. Just enough to know it was working. 

As he works, you take a moment to focus on his hands, hoping the small distraction was enough to shake some of this anxiety you were building. 

They’re bigger than yours, though to be fair Tsukasa was a bit taller. And they were warm. Very warm. You always liked that about him, his warmth always giving you a strange feeling of security and comfort. 

God you liked him so much. You just wished you’d stop embarrassing yourself in front of him every time you were together. You always said or did something that made you wish a hole would swallow you up so that you could perish in peace. But no matter what, he never stopped finding and spending time with you. It made you dare to think that maybe he liked you too. 

“There we go,” Tsukasa murmurs once the bandage is firmly in place. “You’ll have to change this pretty often, but I can help you with that if you need it. I know you don’t handle pain very well.” 

Your face flushes, but he just gives you a warm smile, sending your heart beating a million miles a second. 

“I-I can do it on my own just fine!” You say with a huff, making him chuckle a little. 

“Of course,” he says. “My mistake.” 

There’s another moment of quiet, though this one is filled with a different kind of tension. The kind that told you Tsukasa was measuring his next words, planning them extremely carefully before speaking. 

“I was worried,” He says softly. 

“I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize, I know accidents happen. But when I was told you’d been hurt, I couldn’t help but feel anxious,” He sighs, holding your bandaged hand in his gentle palm. “I think you’re the first person other than my sister to so thoroughly scare me like that.” 

Great. Fantastic. Now you felt even more terrible about the whole thing. Way to go, you! 

“I’ll be more careful, I swear,” You say, praying your voice isn’t shaking given your sudden need to cry. 

“Good. Because if something serious happened to you, I don’t know how I’d ever recover,” He murmurs. You’re still processing his words when he lifts your hand, and presses your bandaged palm against his lips. 

It’s such a small and quick action, but the kiss has your whole body heating up, your face bright red and your heart hammering somehow even harder. You needed to calm down, and fast, before you passed out. That was the last thing either of you needed after this whole ordeal. 

“I-I’ll be extra careful,” You repeat. “Cross my heart! You won’t have to keep taking care of me like this!”

Tsukasa chuckles, a warm smile on his own slightly flushed face.

“What if I said I didn’t mind taking care of you?” He asks, standing and pulling you to your feet with him.

“I’d say you shouldn’t waste your time,” You say. 

“It’s not a waste. Not if it’s you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”