Me: I'm Writing For Myself, I Started This Fanfic For Myself, And Because I Have A Passion For Writing

I think tumblr ate my ask sad 😔

But I just wanted to know who do you think would snitch about Hyoga crimes to his s/o, honestly I'm betting money on wither Gen or Senku

This has been happening all day oh my god

To answer your question though:

Its neither.

It's Yo, 100%

He's just running his mouth, not realizing Hyoga's partner is nearby and they overhear him making a comment about

"What is someone like that doing with Hyoga? I mean that guy literally kills people!"

And Hyoga's partner is just

"Sorry. He did what now???"

Hyoga hears his name yelled across the ship and can't run so he just freezes and lets it happen.

Apparently I have Hyoga on the brain tonight

He's a better person than he makes himself out to be, and I will take no criticism on that.

Hey friends pals my guys

I just wanna thank everyone for being so patient :') I promise, I'll get this mountain of requests down to a hill as soon as I can

Anyway i love you all bye

*cough* *cough*

May I humbly ask who you would see best with willow?

-🌙

Hello Moon~

You absolutely may humbly ask that, however I have a couple quick questions of my own to make sure I answer this properly.

Am I correct in assuming you mean @whydoyouwatchmeweep, and is there a specific fandom you have in mind?

i feel so embarrassed typing this out but. Haha you'll know who this is by the request,,, ryusui x oc. can be literally anything [even inspired by the art i made i mean what art I MADE NO ART] fld vkjskaxfje rldfske. NOT SAYING HER NAME. I'M ASHAMED. HER OC DOC IS PINNED TO THE OC CHANNEL IN THE SERVER IT'S THE. ONE SENT BY ME. aka setra. Haha. Ha. [just dm for the link if you can't find it this is just me being insanely embarrassed about self-indulgence. Haha. Kill me.]

Ryusui x Miryuu

A match made in heaven honestly

“Mir-chan!”

She looks up from what she’s doing at the sound of Ryusui’s voice, her heart fluttering when she sees him running right to her with one of those big grins on his face. 

“Hey, Ryusui!” She says when he stops in front of her. He was breathing hard, he must have run all the way from the ship to get to her. How very like him, she thinks. When he wants something or to be somewhere, he makes it happen no matter what. 

“I have a gift!” He says. 

“For who?”

“You, of course!” 

She blinks at him, head tilting a little in confusion. She hadn’t asked him for anything before he left, that she can recall. She stands, holding out her hand for whatever he has to give her, only for him to shake his head. 

“No, you need to close your eyes,” He says

“Why?” She asks.

“Because I don’t want you to see it until it’s in your hand, of course!” He says, grinning at her.

There’s something in the way he’s standing, in the way his tone comes out a little shaky, that feels off. But she can’t quite put a pin in what it was. Could Ryusui be nervous? No, that’s not possible, he was never nervous. 

Closing her eyes, she wiggles the fingers of her outstretched hand, encouraging him to just give her what he has. She hears him take a breath then the rustle of a hand digging in a pocket. He mumbles something under his breath she doesn’t quite catch, then the tips of his fingers set something small into the palm of her hand. 

“Okay,” He says quietly. “Open.” 

She opens her eyes, inspecting the object that she’s been given.

It’s a ring, with an aquamarine gemstone in the middle. The band of the ring wrapped around the stone like waves on the sea, and had several smaller yellow gemstones set into it. The stones were no doubt lab grown, as she wasn’t sure where they would have found natural aquamarine in the stone world, but even still, it was beautiful. She could tell that a lot of careful care and craftsmanship had gone into making it. 

She looks up, lips parting to tell him what she thought of the ring, only to find him no longer standing in front of her. Instead, he was kneeling. Waiting patiently for her to give him her attention once more. 

“What…are you doing?” She asks, heart leaping out of her chest. There was no way he was doing what she thought he was doing. Not in a million billion years, was he about to ask her-

“Miryuu Capitana, will you marry me?” 

She stares at him, eyes wide. Was this real, or was she dreaming? Had he seriously just asked her to marry him? But-

“W-why?” She asks in her shock. 

“Because I want you,” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You want everyone!” 

“Not like this.” 

Miryuu looks between him and the ring, taking in the style and size of it. It was small and simple, nothing like what you’d expect to be given as an engagement ring from the Ryusui Nanami. And yet, it was perfect. It had her birthstone in the middle surrounded by an imitation of the waves encrusted with his birthstone. It was meant specially for her, to show just how intertwined the two of them always were, and always would be. 

No one else would ever be given something like this from him. Money, sure, but nothing this intimate. Nothing this special. Only she was being given that opportunity. 

“I- Ryusui-” 

“Please.” 

That startles her even more. Ryusui only pleaded with maybe two other people, and even then it was rare. Extremely, extremely rare. 

He was being serious, and he was showing her in every possible way he could think of. There was no wide grin, no laughter. Just a serious looking Ryusui, a ring, and his question. 

“Yes,” She finally breathes. “Yes, I will marry yo-”

She’s in his arms being spun around before she can even finish her acceptance. Ryusui was laughing now, excited and purely happy. She can’t help laughing too, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a few kisses into his hair. 

“We’re going to have the perfect wedding!” He declares. “Only the best for my wife!” 

Wife. She was about to become his wife.

Touchstarved Headcanons: Senku Ishigami

x gn!reader

lmk who you wanna see next

General:

Senku never used to be big on touch pre-petrification.

Not necessarily because he didn't like it, he just never thought it would be something he ever missed.

But then he's frozen, blind and deaf, for 3,700 years, and suddenly, he craves it.

Suddenly, he finds himself holding onto people, rather than brushing them off. He offers high-fives on his own accord, opens his arms when Suika wants hugs, and so on.

With His Partner:

The minute you touch him, even if its the smallest of grazes, he melts.

He leans in, pressing his face or body further into your hands, sighing at the feeling of their touch

If you play with his hair, it's game fucking over

Hope you don't have anything to do for the rest of the day because Senku is not moving, not even for the sake of science

He starts seeking you out and leaning on you with his full body weight like a cat

HAS to sleep with you, and if you can't share a bed/cot/sleeping bag, expect to have him as close to you as possible, a hand on you at all times

Skin to skin is highly preferred (not in a nsfw way)

He just likes to feel how soft you are, how warm your skin is

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 ❤️

After finishing my most recent rewatch of Dr. STONE finally, I have so many thoughts and headcanons and ideas for little oneshot x reader stories, all on top of To the Moon and Back and including what I've been yapping about the past several days, and I'm this close to making it everyone else's problem.

Senku with a totally unhinged partner

Thats it that's the post

Just a taste of something

Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.