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A little piece of my oc meeting Izuku for the first time.

"What the fuck?" Her body jerks to a stop, eyes narrowing. "Gods in the sky, you're a child."

Izuku startles a little, blinking at the woman he was so certain was a villain. Slowly, her face morphs from annoyed to a genuine concern. She looks worried for him.

"Are you alright?" She steps closer, heedless of how he stiffens in response, prepared for her to attack when his guard is down. Instead, his face is taken between two soft, chilled hands, his head tilted back and forth as she inspects for damage.

"Wh-wha-"

Her hands move from his face to his shoulders, stepping back once to scan the rest of his body, eyes pausing briefly at every bruise or singed piece of fabric. The longer she looks, the more lines seem to appear on her face as her concern grows.

Then, slowly, anger fills her face as she finally realizes just what's going on, her grip on her shoulders near bruising, nails digging through his hero costume like flimsy paper.

"You shouldn't be in a place like this," She says, voice tight. "Who let you do this?"

"I-" "Who let you come out here and get hurt?!"

Izuku jumps, goosebumps covering his flesh at the anger and protectiveness in her voice. She must notice how his eyes widen, how he shrinks back the slightest bit, and her grip loosens, the concern washing back over her face.

"Oh, no, I'm not upset with you," She coos at him, much softer now. Her hands smooth over his shoulders, rubbing away the stinging pain from how tightly she'd held him.

She looks like his mom, he thinks. Despite the fact that she's clearly younger, the way her lips are turned downward, eyebrows pinched together, voice and touch much more gentle than before, all of it feels so painfully motherly. It felt like when he visited home. All that was missing was the teary hug and the pleas to be safer. Though, something tells him if he asked for it, she'd pull him in and pet his hair and tell him that everything was alright. It has his throat closing up, his heart clenching hard in his chest. Great, now he wanted to cry.

"How badly are you hurt?" She asks.

"I'm okay," He mumbles. It was an odd feeling, having a villain parent him like this.

"Good. Come with me, I'll take care of you."

He's not sure if it's her quirk, if he's curious, or if he's just that desperate for respite, but he follows her when she ushers him along. A part of him knows this is probably a really bad idea, that just moments ago he'd been fighting her as a hero. She could easily take advantage of his dropped guard and attack again. But, even still, he wanted to believe that she was being genuine. That the moment she'd realized he was student, she'd stopped because she truly was worried for him, and wanted to make sure he was alright.

It was confusing, his mind was a mess and the others were definitely going to yell at him later, but he still goes.

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

Hi! I really enjoy your style to write and the thoughts of Dr. Stone you share with us! I especially love the idea of mythological creatures being real in Stone World!

I was rewatching Dr. Stone and noticed something in the episode where Stanley shoots the gun while Xeno watched and Stan didn't hit the target perfectly in the middle. Xeno just talked happily while Stanley observed the gun like searching a fault in the weapon itself in dissappointment until he noticed the tobacco plant.

That reminded me that during nicotine withdrawal some people may experience shaky hands and I'm just head-canoning that he's so depending on it that he isn't in his best aim without it and even after a long pause still feels the effect so Xeno assumes this is the case and that's why he guides Stanley how to make tobacco.

I haven't found others talking about this or I might have missed that entirely since that episode came out a while ago but I can't stop thinking about this detail.

To the actual request, if you have time and like the idea, would you write Xeno dealing with Stanley when he is experiencing strong withdrawal symptoms that messes up his work flow and is very dissapointed and harsh to himself about it but Xeno intervenes and confronts him?

Take your time if you decide to put this on your work pile! Wishing your weekend treats you well! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

This actually catches me at the best possible time, since most of the requests I've been working on are finished and in my queue to come out over the next couple of days.

So, here's the thing about quitting smoking suddenly from someone who's done it. It sucks. You get shaky and irritated (among other things), and even though the withdrawal eventually fades, it's miserable while it's happening.

I'm not sure this is totally what you asked for, but I had fun with it

"Dammit!"

Xeno halts mid-step, head turning to find Stanley glaring at one of the targets made to keep his skills sharp. It was late, the soldier should be preparing for bed, not lingering out here while the sun continues to fall.

"Stanley," Xeno calls, noting immediately how stiff his friend gets. Stan glances over, an unhappy expression pressed into his normally calm face.

"...hey."

"Are you alright?" Xeno asks.

Stan doesn't respond, looking away again. His gaze lands on the target in front of him. Xeno glances at it as well, frowning a bit when he notices that not a single bullet hit the center, as they always used to.

"I see." Stanley hadn't needed to say anything for Xeno to understand. "Withdrawals?"

"Guess so," Stanley tucks his hand into his pocket, letting out an annoyed huff when he doesn't find the cigarettes he was still so used to having on him at all times.

"It won't be for much longer. The human body only takes up to four weeks on average to reorient after ceasing intake of nicotine," Xeno says. "You've been doing quite well."

"Well?" Stanley asks, turning to look at him. "I'm doing well?"

"Are you not?"

"Xeno, I can't fuckin' aim," Stanley's accent slips from him as he loses hold of his calm. "My hands won't stop shakin', I can't sleep, and my fuckin' head hurts all the time! I'm useless like this!"

Xeno reels back a little, eyebrows furrowing.

"Why did you not say something? I could have been more helpful to you," Perhaps it's a bit selfish, but Xeno can't help feeling a bit hurt that his potential to give aid had been overlooked. Stanley lets out an annoyed noise, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Because it's not your problem," He says, earning himself a hard look.

"It very much is," Xeno says.

"Xen-"

"You are my oldest friend and greatest companion, how could I not be affected by your struggles? It may not be my addiction, but your problems are, have, and always will be my problems." He leaves no room for argument, though with how Stanley's spine straightens and his eyes narrow, he knows the man is certainly ready to try.

"And, if I may add," Xeno continues, before Stanley can open his mouth. "You are the farthest thing from useless. You are the most competent person besides me in this wretched little place. I would not be able to do anything if it wasn't for you. Shaking hands, or not."

Stanley lets out a hard breath, his shoulders loosening a little as he takes in Xeno's words, mentally digesting them and allowing for them to calm his stirring mind.

"Yeah, alright," Stanley mumbles, turning back to the target. He lifts his hand, holding the revolver as steady as his hands would currently allow (which, Xeno admits to himself, isn't much), and pulls the trigger.

The bullet hits the target dead center.

"Getting better already," Xeno teases, earning himself a huffed out chuckle.

Xeno allows himself to get closer to his companion, eyes scanning Stanley's body as the man reloads the gun and starts back at his practice. It's not just his hands that shake, but his knees and breathing as well. Stanley was certainly doing his best, but he still had a long way to go before his body accepted this new state of being.

His eyes catch something nearby. A familiar plant.

The sight of it makes Xeno frown. The moment Stanley caught sight of it, he'd want it. More than anything else, he'd want the naturally growing tobacco to feed the habit he was doing his hardest to fight.

The target pings when a bullet goes astray, just barely hitting it on the very edge, and Xeno decides not to say anything.

For now, anyway.

Senku was only human, and even he got tied up in emotions sometimes.

Some idle thoughts about our super nerd and his feelings for the OC I wrote for him while I work on the fanfiction I dreamt about

The thing about Senku that I think gets ignored due to his...winning personality, is that while he seems uninterested in relationships, he's really...not. He's just focused on making sure humanity can survive in the new stone world, a task he has given himself for a multitude of reasons. This may be an unpopular opinion, but I don't think Senku doesn't feel romantic/physical attraction to other people, I think he's just currently hyperfocused on things he deems more important.

Which, lets be real here, saving the world is a little more important than getting with the love of your life. He'll save that sappy shit for Taiju for now, and once everything is said and done, then he'll worry about it.

It's a very logical thing to do, and Senku is nothing if not logical. Most of the time, anyway.

Now, with those thoughts out of the way...

Senku knows he's not bad looking.

I mean yeah, he's not perfect, but he's handsome enough. He's had girls confess to him before, but he's always turned them down for one reason or another.

"Sorry, I don't have time for stuff like that," Is his usual go-to rejection. He tries to let them down easy, but not give any room for hope. Plus, it's 95% honest, which is the best he can do. I mean, he's running all over the world, studying any and everything he possibly can! Who has time to text, call, or write letters to someone every day , I mean come on. In order to do that, he'd have to have memorized the time differences between all the places he's been, and the person he's contacting. Who in their right mind-

“What time is it for you?”

“9:30 PM.” 

“That puts you, what, sixteen hours ahead of me?”

“Something like that, yeah. It’s Friday night for me.” 

“Lucky.”

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Odie is the exception to every rule.

She's bad tempered and mouthy, but she's also always willing to sit and listen to him talk for as long as he wants without complaint.

She likes to hear him talk, likes to lay in her bed in the wee hours of the morning, and listen to him explain some of the most complex subjects ever conceived while he's having a late dinner at his desk. There are even days where she asks him to just pick a subject and go, regardless of whether or not she understands a single piece.

He knows, somewhere deep down, that she does things like that as a distraction from what's happening to her on the other side of the world (he can hear it in the way her voice shakes), but hey, he likes to talk about science and she's an active listener. It's a win-win in his book, and she's never once argued with him on it.

It's a comfortable platonic relationship, one that comes shockingly easy. Even in the beginning, when it was just one or two sentence letters passed back and forth over hundreds of miles when they were just thirteen years old.

When he realizes he might like her in a more romantic way, he just kind of accepts it. It's one of many natural progressions of human relationships. It happened with Taiju and Yuzuriha, and with plenty of other pairs he's known through the years.

However, being in love is still kind of a big deal, and he spends an embarrassingly long time thinking about whether or not his realized feelings will change how he acts around her. He genuinely worries, for a solid 2.765 seconds, that he's going to end up like Taiju.

But when his phone pings with a text, he realizes that all his worrying was useless. Odie was his friend, his confidant, and someone he trusted to an almost insane degree. Who cared if he was in love with her? It barely changed anything for him. He was a scientist first and foremost, and she was his friend. Plus a researcher in her own right...when she wanted to be, anyway.

Now that I've taken a nap, let me continue.

Surviving in the wilderness is hard. Like, really hard. And Senku did it by himself for six months without any kind of modern tech or intervention.

Now, I can hear you now saying "But Red, Senku is a scientist who is shown to know basic survival tactics," to which I remind you that knowing how to do something and actually being able to do it are two very different monsters. And Senku, as seen, doesn't get it right at first, which means he has to keep trying, over and over and over or risk illness/death.

Senku has to rely on primitive hunting and gathering techniques, he has to chop wood, make leather and craft basic clothing and shoes, and build both a shelter and a lab. Someone who has no real physical strength can't really do that. And even if we assume Senku went into this with little muscle in the first place, he certainly has built himself up by the time he and Taiju meet again for the first time, and likely even more so as he continues to do his projects.

He still has his limits, and he'll never be as OP as Taiju or Tsukasa in the strength department, but he's not weak or incapable this is one of several hills I will die on when it comes to Senku (and this show/manga in general)

Senku is not physically or athletically inept, and yes I will elaborate.

I was the one that requested the gen x historian reader, tysm for doing my request!! Loved it! How you have a great day/evening 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'm so glad!! I had fun writing it ♡

Hi hello it's me again literally don't ever worry about bothering me I genuinely love it

I'm a cryptid, your attention feeds my power :)

Watching this interaction on my post has honestly made my day I'm dying

RP blogs are everything I love when you guys pop up

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

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? 

How tall are your OCs? And Xenos as a hellhound?

Aurora is 5'6" (about 168 cm)

Xenos in human form sits snugly at 6'4" (about 193 cm).

In his Hell Hound form, Xenos can vary. At full size, he sits at a massive 7-7.5 feet (roughly 220 cm) from paw to ears. But that's a rare sight, and something only ever really seen in moments of pure necessity.

In worlds where he's a wolf-dog or German Shepherd, he's average sized, if not a tiny bit bigger.