Torn Between Finishing This Request And Finishing My OC Profiles

Have you considered Gen/Tsukasa. Listen, The way Tsukasas response to the evils of the world can be summarized as fight while Gens was fawn/lie and yet both of them were lonely pre stone world. Them knowing each other before and Tsukasa choosing to wake Gen. (1/2)

Gen being the person later who hands Tsukasa the face paint as a way to make Tsukasa feel more included (he definitely was aware of the gesture feeling meaningful, its Gen). But also the way that Gen would feel so safe with Tsukasa just imagine. Like nothing can get him. I can def see them getting closer after Tsukasa joins our kingdom of science itd be v sweet. (2/2)

HI HELLO I AM CERTAINLY CONSIDERING IT NOW

Dr STONE AU based on my horror movie post where the reason Stanley shoots at the Kingdom of Science is initially because he's not sure they're actual people.

They'd been dealing with American folklore. Shape changers and things that can look and act human, and mimic voices and cast illusions.

Stanley who, when they panic and run, realizes that they very much are real actual human people. No, not just people. Kids. Children and young adults barely older than Luna.

Xeno is still very much holding to his goal of total power, but the two of them decide to herd the young scientists towards their colony, instead of away, for the sake of keeping both science and humanity from falling to The Things That Were Here First.

Finding out that the cryptids of lore and legend only lingered in one or two places because of restrictions placed on them by the growth of humanity.

Mothman is in California

The ancient mines in Appalachia have been leaking Things for hundreds of years that have wandered west as well.

Senku, who picked up a Siren along the way, fighting with his want to study every creature that he sees, while also having to deal with the little girl with glowing eyes who keeps trying to lure Suika into the forest alone.

Ukyo, who has to keep his ears stuffed with wax because he can hear the language They speak behind the trees, a language so ancient and unknown it's starting to affect his mind.

Stanley, who has to speak softly and with little expression, so that when The Thing That Looks Like Him comes back around the others know It's a Fake.

...anyway I gotta finish these requests and get back to To the Moon and Back so I can write this next

Heyy if that's okay could i request Gen crushing on Senku's sibling? But unlike Senku who's obsessed with science they are a huge history nerd/historian? And they love to randomly infodump with the weirdest, crudest, freakiest history "fun" facts they know lol, them and Senku are menaces togheter lol

I will try my best! I cannot claim to be big on history, myself, so I had to do research and hope for the best.

Gen x Reader

Gen liked you. 

He wasn’t so proud as to not admit that to himself. You were Senku’s wild-eyed sibling who had a head filled with history on so many different places and peoples, it never failed to amaze him what you did and didn’t know. What also amazed him, was how much of that history was gruesome murders and bathroom habits. It weirded the others out just as much as Senku’s long-winded science lectures exhausted and confused them. 

But there was something in the way you spoke, the way you would get more and more excited about what you were talking about. While Senku tended to stay pretty relaxed when lecturing, you’d start talking with your hands, words coming faster every third sentence until you were nearly unintelligible. It could get a little concerning when you and Senku shared tangents together, though. You fed off each other’s energy, and could keep going just between the two of you for hours if not stopped. 

But Gen liked to listen. Mostly to you, of course, as he found your miniature lectures far more interesting and easy to follow than Senku’s science courses. He also liked the way your face lit up when someone asked for more information on whatever topic you were talking about, liked how your eyes seemed to glitter and your smile grew wider. It made his heart leap in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxious knots.

“What are you thinking about, my dear?” Gen’s voice startles you a bit. You blink out of your reverie, looking at him as he slides to the empty spot next to you. 

“The moon,” You say, turning back to look up at the great glowing mass beyond the stars. 

“Because that’s where we’re hoping to go?” 

“Mmhm. Well, sort of. I was lowkey wondering if Buzz Aldrin’s piss was still floating around up there.”

Gen chokes on his own spit at your mumbled words. 

“And…why would that be?” He’s a little scared to ask. 

“The part of his suit that collected urine busted, so he ended up peeing himself while he was up there,” You say with a shrug, as if it’s the most basic knowledge in the world. 

“I would think it floated away a long time ago,” Gen says. You give another little shrug, shifting to lean into his side a little. You liked to do that while you were thinking, though he’d noted recently that you only did it to him. 

“Maybe. But how funny would it be if our stone world astronauts got a face full of it while they were looking for Why-Man?” You snort and laugh, the sound of it so purely infectious that he can’t help chuckling along with you. 

“You certainly know all kinds of things,” Gen says, his gaze on you warm. 

“I was bored at school a lot.”

“Tell me something else,” He says, his heart trying to jump from his chest when one of those smiles brightens your face. 

“Medieval Europeans used to put animals on trial,” You said. “The little criminals had lawyers and everything.” 

“What would be the point of that, exactly?” 

“To maintain peace and order.” 

“Ah…of course.” 

You giggle at his skepticism. 

“Here’s one Senku likes,” You say. “Scientists weren’t always called scientists.” 

“Right, they were alchemists, I believe.”

“Oooh,” You lean a little more on him, the heat of your body making his face flush. “So close, Gen. Alchemists were sort of like ancient magicians. Scientists were actually called natural philosophers, sometimes savants. The word Scientist itself wasn’t coined until the 1830’s.” 

You stand back up straight, turning to face him, and Gen knows he’s in for more. 

“It was created by William Whewell. He was a historian. The word is supposed to pay homage to the word artist, which honestly makes perfect sense to me. Science is an art. Oh! Speaking of the 19th century, did you know that they used to do full on seances in the white house?”

“No, I didn’t,” He’s pretty sure he’d read that somewhere, but you looked so excited, he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. 

“Yeah! So, when President Lincoln’s son died in…” You pause, searching your mind for the correct date before moving on. “1862, if memory serves, his wife totally lost her gourd and hired people to come in and try to contact the dead. Which is totally bogus, by the way. If ghosts existed, they’d be made of purely energy, so I’m not sure they would actually be able to speak in the way we think.” 

“Is that so?” He’s leaning on the railing of the ship now, head tilted in a way that he hopes tells you he’s interested, rather than calculating. 

“Mmhm! Oh! Speaking of ghosts-” 

Your name is called, Senku waving at you from the doorway leading down into the lower floors of the Perseus. 

“Hey, quit flirting with the mentalist and come here, will ya?” Senku calls, sounding bored and a little disgusted. 

“M’kay,” You call back, leaving Gen reeling a bit over the small fact that you hadn’t corrected Senku when you’d been accused of flirting with him. 

You turn and start towards Senku, who lets you move past him down the stairs, pausing before following. 

“By the way, mentalist,” Senku calls. “If you’re gonna make a move, just make it already. I’m tired of watching you two dance around each other.” 

Gen lets out a chuckle, feeling rather embarrassed. Of course if anyone had noticed his growing feelings for you, it would be Senku. 

“I have no idea what you mean, dear Senku,” Gen says, lifting his eyes to look at the moon. He hears Senku scoff, but the scientist says nothing else.

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.

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.

Do your OCs have a favourite food? A favourite non-alcoholic drink? A favourite alcoholic drink?

Xenos likes anything with meat. Mostly red meat, like steak and hamburgers. He doesn't have a preference for alcohol, to him it all tastes mostly the same. Is a big sucker for sweets.

Aurora loves her fried foods, and makes a really good lemon chicken dinner. She eats healthier when at home, to encourage her father to eat healthy as well, but has been known to stop by a fast food place and eat in the parking lot before going home. Is far more likely to be drinking beer than hard liquor, and likes most sodas.

Regarding my in-progress Dr STONE fanfiction:

idk it sounds fun to me and I still might do it anyway

Oho! That's such an unfortunate combination for you lmao that is if you fit your sign

If you do, it must be rough wanting to charge forward asap and simultaneously needing to take time to think things through (lol alliteration) but stressed, And hating to be stressed and getting irritated by your own anxiety.

If this fits, I'm sorry for you, but at least you're kind, mature, and funny.

I am, as my friends say, both ram and bull headed :')

Okay I need to hear more your thoughts/writing on big scary Hyoga and his sunshine s/o! Maybe on how the other villagers/main crew feel about them being able to melt this scary man

It's a huge shock.

When Hyoga tells Senku that he wants the rights to free three people from stone (two being Homura and Moz, as we know), Senku just thinks it's a colleague or someone Hyoga thinks will be useful. He's a pretty practical and logical guy after all.

But the person Hyoga tells them to find is nothing like what they expected. They're friendly, all smiles and laughter. And Hyoga just follows them around everywhere, hovering over their shoulder like some vicious beast.

When they find out what Hyoga is done, everyone stares in complete amazement as they have Hyoga literally sat down looking like a kicked puppy. They make him actually apologize to Senku and Tsukasa and the entire Kingdom of Science thinks they're going collectively insane.

But at the same time, everyone can see how much Hyoga deeply cares for this person. He shows them true respect and consideration, and though everyone wants to know the story, no one wants to ask.

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.