Dont Mind Me, Just Rambling Because I Just Read Tsukasa X Reader Arm Injury And Out Of All Injuries It

my computer just hard crashed so uh

uh oh

Okay but grabbing Xeno by his stupid little tie and pulling him into a hard kiss that turns into more

What would the first thing you'd request from Senku, Xeno, Yuzuriha, Kaseki, etc. (whomever you find to be able to fulfill your desires)? Would you even request something, or would you feel too indebted? Or is there an amount of time you'd need to warm up enough to request something?

Oh this one is hard.

I think I'd need to have a good, long, sit down and cry over everything first, for sure.

As for asking for anything, I'm really not sure.

Talking about fantasy and horror themed stone world! What if some humans during the perrification turned into mythological creatures? What creatures you think Senku, Taiju, Yuzuhira, Gen, Tsukasa, Ukyo, Ryusui, Francois, Xeno and Stanley or other characters would have turned into? Would they had turned fully into these creatures or only gaining some traits? Also would being petrified again turn you more into this creature and get them to loose their humanity entirely? Your post truly got my gears moving now!!!

Getting transformed into something is a process that isn't always all or nothing. It depends on each person's ability to fight off the magic being cast on them. As for re-petrification, so long as they maintain enough of their humanity, being turned to stone would in theory fight off the lingering magic. However, if they turn completely, they're no longer human and therefore have no hope of being petrified again.

That's not to say there aren't spells that could fix them, but they'd have to find someone who can do that, which may not be as easy as it sounds. If we're basing this on the magic system I built instead of classic fantasy magic, it's more of a cosmic horror type thing that will definitely leave them all scarred in some way or another.

Now! The list! Most of them are classic mythology and some characters might get the same creature, based on their general attributes.

Senku: Kitsune

Fox spirits known for their high intelligence and occasional tricky nature

Yuzuriha: Elf

Not in the Tolkien way, necessarily. Known in many tales for their beauty, wisdom, and crafting skills

Gen & Francois: Fairy

They're both tricksters and helpers in most mythology, which fits them both pretty well

Tsukasa & Taiju : Griffin

Griffins are creatures of power and protection, that should speak for itself

Ukyo: Naga

Creatures known in some mythology for peace and wisdom who will absolutely wreck you if you piss them off

Ryusui: Dragon

Dragons are known for their greed, but also they can be surprisingly benevolent

Xeno: Illithid

Yes, like in Dungeons & Dragons. Creatures of extremely high intelligence also known for a bit of madness and desire for conquering the world and twisting it to be in their image.

Stanley: Demon

Demons are pretty versatile in myth and fantasy. But Stanley, as we know, is beautiful, intelligent, dangerous, and extremely capable of whatever he deigns to do. Also, technically, he's under contract with Xeno (whether personal or professional it doesn't matter a contract is a contract)

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.

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.

Do you watch anime sub or dub?

Both!

There are certain anime i will only watch one way or another, but for the most part I have no real preference

The Snyder Siblings: A History in Complication

I felt like doing some Stanley and OC stuff between the requests in my queue and inbox

(this only has to do with the lore within To the Moon and Back and nothing else I've written for Dr STONE)

To start,

Stanley Snyder loves his sister. She is the light of his existence, and he would tear the world asunder for her.

Now, with that out of the way

Stanley and Odie's relationship is broken. It's cracked, and parts of it are shattered nearly beyond repair. If the world hadn't turned to stone when it did, they probably would never speak, or interact in any way at all, without Xeno as a mediator or messenger.

Because Odie is angry, and Stanley is avoidant.

He doesn't want to think about how he's failed her. He doesn't want to think about how all he really had to do after leaving for the military was write a letter, or make an occasional phone call. He doesn't want to think about how he left Odie sobbing while she was eight years old and begging him not to leave her behind.

Because if he thinks about it, he regrets it. And regret means confronting the fact that he's a failure.

Stanley cannot be a failure.

So he avoids everything. He turns away, letting the wounds he left fester and become infected. He dumps the responsibility of caring for Odie on Xeno (who's relationship with her is a different post altogether), and runs.

And contrary to what he believes, Odie understands. It takes a few years, but she eventually gets it. He wanted out of an abusive and neglectful household, and he couldn't take her with him.

But that doesn't excuse his own neglect of her, or fix the damage he's caused. The only thing that can do that, is Stanley himself who, as stated above, is too scared to.

So Odie is left to feel resentful, and that resentment twists into vicious, spiteful anger the more time passes.

She idolized him. He was everything to her. And he turned around and left her to rot.

But when given the choice between leaving her a statue, and trying to wake her up, we know the choice Stanley made. Above everyone else that could have been more useful to them, he chose his sister.

With that choice, comes the responsibility of change. It's the one thing Xeno makes him swear to do. To change. To be better, because Odie deserved that much at least.

But the burden of change isn't just on Stanley.

Odie has to change too. She has to learn to let go, to forgive the words and actions of her brother, who isn't the same kid he was when he left. She has to pay attention, to stop pretending that she doesn't see what he's trying to do. She has to let herself be open with the person who hurt her the most, and trust that he's not going to do it again. And that's much more terrifying than staring down the barrel of his rifle and daring him to pull the trigger.

hihi, dying for some ukyo soft stuff so i wanna request something😭, like we cannonically know that ukyo, after lilian, knows how to sing very well so i was thinking about ukyo lullabying reader because she's feeling down like yk being in the stone world could be overwhelming for the people of the modern world, thank youu

I love Ukyo so much (If I totally butcher his character pls forgive me)

xfem!Reader

You shift from foot to foot anxiously, hovering in the doorway to the room just beyond the threshold. You know he knows you're there, but even still, Ukyo sits with his back to you, waiting for you to announce yourself. He always did that. He always gave you the chance to speak up first. 

“Hey…Ukyo?” You say softly. He turns in his seat, a warm smile already on his face. 

“Hi there,” He says. “Everything okay?” 

Your lips slide into a small pout as you creep slowly into the room. Surely with his sensitive ears, he’d heard you tossing and turning in your bed just a few doors down for the past two hours or so. 

“Yeah…and no,” You say with a sigh. He gestures for you to come closer, a hand reaching for you as you approach. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“I just…the ship is so quiet, even though there are so many people on board. I can’t sleep, and it’s driving me crazy,” You say, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“It’s loud to me,” He says, teasing you a little. 

“Everything is loud to you.”

“Not everything,” He says. “But if you want, I can try something to help.” 

You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You’d be taking him away from his duty for however long it took to get you to sleep, which could get both of you a lecture from Senku or Ryusui. But also, you were desperate for some rest, even if it was just a little bit. 

“If…you don’t mind,” You say. 

He smiles at you again, just as warm as the first time, and lets you pull him to his feet and lead him hand-in-hand back to your sleeping quarters. Thankfully, you were one of the few with a room to yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone giving you dirty looks for bringing your boyfriend back with you. 

He tells you to lay down and get comfortable, but doesn’t join you, as you'd expected. Instead, he sits on the edge of your little cot, and takes your hand in his once again. 

“Don’t judge me too much,” He says. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” 

“What are you even doing?” You ask, noting how his face turns a little pink in the dim lighting.

“Just trust me, okay?” He asks, clearing his throat a little. You give a hesitant nod, and squirm a little under the blanket to get more comfortable. Once you’re settled, he gives your hand a little squeeze, takes a breath, and opens his mouth.

Your face flushes at the realization of what he was doing. He was singing to you, soothing you with his voice. And what’s more, he was really good. 

As he softly sang to you, keeping his voice low so that only you could hear this talent of his, all you could think about was whether singing was something he’d wanted to do before he became a sonar operator. He seemed so at ease doing it, as if he’d sung like this so many times before it felt like breathing to him. 

You shift on the cot, turning onto your side and nuzzling into the pillow. You didn’t recognize the lullaby, but whatever it was appeared to be working a little bit. Though, whether it was the song or his presence that made you feel so at ease could be hotly debated. 

One song reaches its ending, and seeing you were still awake, Ukyo starts another one. This song was more familiar to you, but it felt so different coming from him. There was something in his voice, something in the way his eyes occasionally flit across your exhausted face, that made the moment feel perfectly intimate. This was just for you, and no one else. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but his voice follows you into your dreams.

Senku with a totally unhinged partner

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