After Your Horror Post I Though What If During The Sailing To America KoS Met Up Sirens That Started

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 :')

I read that stan xeno gn!reader asexual fic you wrote and I legit cried how beautifully you wrote it!!!! 🥹

I'm so happy I found your blog as your texts are a true treasure 💝

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Me reading this:

OH I'M AN ARIES TOO!!!!! NOICE!!

Happy late birthday

(do you know your moon and rising and all of that?)

Thank you! You as well!!

I'm a Taurus moon and Cancer rising, I believe. I'll have to check though, I never was one to keep track of all that very well.

A segment of a letter to Senku [dated 4.17.2017]

To the Moon and Back is out right now on AO3, chapters are posted pretty regularly.

Dear Senku,

I think it’s cool that your dad works for NASA. Mine doesn’t do much of anything.

I have a big brother in the Marines, but he doesn’t come around anymore. He’s too busy.

Do you ever miss your dad? Are you scared to be by yourself all the time?

APOTHECARY DIARIES???? OHHHH THE IMPERIAL 🐸 NATION!!!!!!

-🦐

MAOMAO SUPREMACY

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.

*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?

John Price x Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't have a family, not one that anyone knows about. But an unexpected event has him leaving base for the first time in a long time.

"We could all use a little break."

If only John knew that he'd end up wrapped around you.

Ryusui Nanami and the only girl he's ever had to chase

Ryusui x fem!Reader

This is honestly just for me

When he meets you, as a scrappy teen angry at the world, he's immediately intrigued. By this time in his life, he was already one of-if not the-greediest young men, and he was determined to add you to his collection.

Not because you were a thing to him, no, he wasn't so shallow to treat other people that way (despite what several others whisper behind his back). But because you were so...you.

You had a sharp tongue and an expression that was either bored or annoyed at all times. You ignored him when he spoke to you, waving off his words as if they were nothing, as if he wasn't trying to offer you the whole world on a platter made with whatever precious metal you wanted-be it gold, silver, or platinum.

Your family and his family ran in the same circles, so you met often at fancy black-tie galas and the occasional brunch party. He always sought you out, eager to get his hands on you, to covet your attention and keep you from everyone else.

But to you, he was just another bored rich boy, another person seeking you out for the sole intention of entertaining himself. However, your harsh words only served to make him want you even more.

"You can't have everything, you know." Oh, you loved to say that to him. It always made him laugh, accepting your challenge over and over again.

With the passing of time comes a certain closeness, yet no matter how much ground he gains in the race to your heart, you always stay ahead of him.

He was the only one-other than your own loyal butler who could give even Francois a run for their money-who was allowed to stand next to you. He was the only one who's invitations you accepted, albeit with a long sigh and muttered "Sure, whatever, Nanami." And he was the only one who could make you laugh so hard you snorted.

Yet, even though you never gave him any more than that, he stayed. He got to know you, learned why you were so angry, why you were so sad. He learned the things you liked and hated, and that one day, you wanted to get on a plane and disappear. Though, when you say as such, he informs you that it wouldn't be possible, because he was going to go with you.

He always wanted to go with you. To be with you. He'd follow you and your perfect scowling face to the ends of the Earth and back.

By the time you're both 18, his want for you has become a strict need. He doesn't just desire you anymore, he loves you.

But no matter how many times he tells you, you wave him off. You run, starting the race all over again. But Ryusui Nanami never gives up on the things he wants, and he refused to give up on you.

Even after being trapped in stone for 3,700 years, the one thing he wanted above all else. Above the oil, the Perseus, and Senku's abilities, was you.

He just had to find you, first.

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