A Segment Of A Letter To Senku [dated 4.17.2017]

Hey, do you think ryusui would want witch!reader in the ship? I can totally see him wanting magic to himself, but why conquer magic when he can get a hole witch for him! It's much easier

Oh absolutely.

Ryusui wants everything, but even he knows there are things he just can't do. So he'll happily covet the next best thing: you

I saw about the s/o being the only one unpetrified if it helps 4 of those years were in stone, while the other 3 was spent trying to make the revival fluids ;-;

Helpful, but I'm still sad about it

Like, Senku only went at most six months by himself. But three years? Imagine what that would do to your psyche. You wouldn't be the same after that. It's a miracle that Suika came out as well adjusted as she did :')

To re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series, or not to re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series...

Ugh, I have too much I want to do. I need to finish like three different CoD fics still TT_TT

Hello! This is 🦐 annon here!

I have made this request before for another writer but I wanted to see different visions on this.

Imagine a witch reader that has a connection with nature and uses it to help the Kos while not caring about keeping her nature a secret. In the meanwhile, senku notices this but tries to get a logic explaining every time because for him there is no damn way witches existed all the time and no one really notices. So one day while Perseus is almost finished, reader asks to borrow the ship for just one night, and when Ryusui asks why, reader just says: "oh, I want to make a protection spell so your journey won't be hard in the sea!". Senku hears that and ALMOST says it's illogical, but this idea pop in his mind that he just waits until the night and follows reader to the ship, trying to figure out this magic witch thing. Just to get completely shocked when he saw the true nature of a witch in her action, the power that floats around reader while she cast the protection spell on the Perseus.

Don't know how to flow after that, it's up to you! Hope you have a great day!

Hello shrimp anon!

This fits so well with my horror/fantasy AU because magic would totally be more effective in the stone world

Old spirits and creatures from folklore he could accept. This was the stone world after all. Once humans were no longer an issue, anything that had been hiding from them was sure to start coming back around. 

But magic? That was harder to believe.

Physical beings could be studied. If they were intelligent, they could be interviewed. But magic was little more than a concept. Something that was just science mixing with superstition. There was no evidence that it was-or ever had been-real. But it made you happy to believe that you could do it, so he just let it go.

“Ryusui!” Senku’s head turns at the sound of your voice. It was getting late, everyone needed to get some sleep so that tomorrow could go smoother. He watches from where he was sitting a short distance away as you walk with a little extra pep in your step right up to the captain of the Perseus. 

He doesn’t hear what’s said between the two of you, but whatever it is has Ryusui’s eyebrows rising, one of his big, slow grins spreading over his face. 

“Of course!” Ryusui yells. “I want it!” You laugh, your head nodding in agreement. Then you turn, and walk off. 

“What was that all about?” Senku asks as he approaches the other man.

“They’re going to put a magical barrier on the ship!” Ryusui says. “I’m not totally sure I believe in all that, but when we’re on the open sea, we’re going to need all the help we can get. Am I wrong?” 

“No, you’re not wrong,” Senku says. It was just something you were doing to make yourself feel better about the long journey ahead, and nothing more. 

Wishing Ryusui a good night, Senku wanders the direction you’d gone off in. If you were going to mess around the ship in the middle of the night, you should at least have someone nearby in case something happened. Besides, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit curious. He’d never actually seen you cast your spells before, so he wondered just what went into something like this- whether it was real or not. 

He trails after you quietly, and you either don’t notice him or don’t care, as you never once look back or try to speak to him. Maybe you were mentally preparing yourself, reciting your spell in your head so you didn’t stumble over it. You could be making a list of things you had to do, or what you needed in order to accomplish whatever it was you were planning. 

He appreciated your meticulous nature. 

When you reach the Perseus, you sigh out a soft ‘okay!’ and start up the ramp, hands digging through the little bag you always kept on your hip for your ”spellwork”. He follows you up onto the deck, and finally speaks up.

“So, what’s the plan here?” He asks, watching you stoop down to draw something on the wood with a piece of chalk. 

“Protection spells are usually really easy for me, but this one has to be big, so I’ve gotta make sure I do it right,” You say, not fully answering his question.

“Anything I can do to help?” He may not be a believer, but you two were on the same team. He had no issue helping set up candles or tying herbs together for you. 

“Um,” You pause, standing back to your full height and putting your hands on your hips. “Actually, yes. Can you come hold something for me real fast?” 

“Sure, alright,” He says, following where you point him to. Once in position, you pull that something out of your bag. The one thing you don’t let anyone look at too closely. 

Your spellbook is heavier than he’d expected, and he nearly drops it when you dump it in his hands to hold for you while you open and flip through it quickly. It takes everything he has not to stare at the pages of formulas and try to work them out. 

Magic sure looked a lot like math in several places. But you turn the pages too quickly for him to gather much information. He makes a mental note to try to convince you to let him see it again another day. 

“Oh- this one!” You stop at a page within the first quarter of the book. Smoothing your hands over the page, your eyes dart across the stone age paper, muttering under your breath as you read your own scrawled notes. Once satisfied, you take the book from him, slapping it shut and shoving it back into your bag. 

So, it was more of a reference book than anything else. Interesting. 

“Okay, so,” You take a breath, stepping into the middle of your lines of chalk. “This should be super fast.” 

“Anything I need to do?” He asks. You shake your head. 

“You can just stand there and watch.” 

Fair enough, he supposed. Though, it wasn’t like anything was going to happ-

You close your eyes and inhale a long, slow breath. The air around the two of you changes, the breeze whipping around you and tugging at clothes and hair. It wasn’t anything crazy, but it was enough to get his attention. 

His heart beats hard in his chest. Even though there were no bright flashing lights or words spoken, he could feel the shift in the world around him. The way the wind swirled around you, how the water calmed to near perfect stillness, and how the trees seemed to stretch their branches towards you, reaching for you as if to give you their power. 

When you exhale and open your eyes, he’s not even sure he’s looking at you anymore. Your gaze held something in it he’d never seen in another human being. Hell, even the spirits he’d been having to shoo away from everything for the past few years didn’t look like that. 

His mind races, trying to find a reason for everything. Maybe the weather was having a sudden turn, or maybe he was exhausted. Maybe he’s even inhaled something and is massively hallucinating. 

But something in him, something deep in his blood and under his bones, told him that it wasn’t that simple. That what he was looking at had no logical explanation. That magic had no logical explanation. 

He’s still reeling from the experience when you put a hand on his shoulder, startling him. 

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, worried. 

“What just…” He doesn’t know what to say, or what to do. A smile creeps onto your face, slow and knowing. You pat him on the shoulder before reaching to take one of his hands and start pulling him along with you back off the ship.

He looks back over his shoulder, eyes catching sight of the lines of chalk you’d just been standing in. He watches as they fade into little sparkles of dim light, each speck sinking into the Perseus and strengthening it. 

“We aren’t going to make sure it worked?” He finally manages to ask once his feet hit the dirt. 

“It worked,” You say with a soft hum. 

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

How would you imagine Xeno & Stanley deal with insomniac partner?

PS. Your writings are delightful to read ♡

You're so sweet <3

And speaking of mild insomnia, I, too, need a nap

Stanley and Xeno don't really fuck around when it comes to taking care of their partner and each other. If their partner struggles with sleep, they're gonna wanna know why before they do anything.

Regardless, once they've rooted out the cause, they're quick to act.

Xeno will make a list of things to do to soothe their mind and body into wanting to sleep. I'm talking warm baths, lavender oils, extraneous activity (aka, physical intimacy with one or both of them). He will look into different medications, if the problem is that severe, but he'd prefer that they not rely on such things since he knows they can be addictive.

Stanley hides the coffee and anything else with caffeine between 5pm and 4am (when he wakes up and needs it). If they are physically able and willing, he will make them go on runs with him. If not, he's a killer masseuse and will try to stretch and loosen their muscles instead.

There was a television in the bedroom at one time, but Xeno has it removed to limit their time looking at screens before bed, and Stanley buys a white noise machine, a fan, and blackout curtains.

Stanley also becomes pretty strict about enforcing a bedtime schedule for everyone, so that their partner doesn't feel left out or neglected. All three go to bed together, no exceptions.

The only way to get out of it is if one of them is gone for work related reasons, but the two left behind are expected to keep to it (even if the only two home are Xeno and Stanley)

LOCAL CRYPTID SPOTTED

As things have been growing an awful lot around here, I figured I'd take a minute to actually introduce myself.

So, uh

Hi.

I'm Red, your local friendly cryptid who definitely doesn't want to know your full name for fae-related reasons

I have been in fandom spaces for a long time, mostly quietly writing fanfiction on ao3, and this is my first time back on Tumblr since I was in high school.

Genuinely happy to be back, coming here felt like coming home.

I take requests for fandoms I am in, and am generally here and happy to chat whenever.

I have a masterlist of my current works for Dr STONE -> HERE

And if you wanna know what other media I enjoy, feel free to just ask.

I see every notification, and I'm happiest when you're enjoying my brainrot with me.

Anyway

Uh

Bye

Do you have a favourite character (or favourites)?

I have several favorites and all for different reason. The ones I'm most likely to talk about are:

Senku, Xeno, Stanley, Ryusui, Sai, Gen

Yipe :D

I would love to yap with you about OCS and fic ideas

My dm's are always open if you feel comfortable with that, and you know my discord lol

- one hundred percent not 🌙

My DMs are also always open! You can literally poke me about it at any time and even if I'm sleeping I will eventually wake up and see it and scream with you in enjoyment

If you dream it, do it (literally)

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 ♡