Hihihi I Wanna Ask For A Drst Request But Firstly! For What Characters You Write?

UPDATE: Did not cry over Senku, but Stanley is definitely crashing out over my oc and I am living for it

Writing angst for an upcoming chapter of To the Moon and Back today.

Who wants to bet I make myself cry over Senku?

could I request touchstarved Gen Asagiri headcanons please? And thank you

Of course

Touchstarved Headcanons: Gen Asagiri

x gn!reader

General:

Pre-petrification Gen hates being touched

Sure, he'll shake hands and give weak hugs on TV, but if given the choice, he'd stay at least an arms length away

After his revival, he continues to avoid unnecessary touch as much as possible.

Though...those pats on his back when he does a good job are awfully nice, aren't they?

With His Partner:

It takes time to process how much he likes it when you touch him

For someone so observant, it goes over his head entirely that he's that severely starved for physical affection

But then you hug him. Full on, arms around him, bodies pressed together, face in his neck, and it finally clicks

You are the only person allowed to put their hands on him. He's tested it, no one else feels as good

Comes to you at the end of the day just to lay his head on your lap or on your chest and have you hold him.

After he loses the petrification scar on his face, he will have you be the one to draw it back on just so that he has an excuse to have his face in your hands

Can, has, and will continue to stick his hands under your shirt to feel more of you (also, he loves how you squeal when his fingers are cold he's a fiend)

Cold days are his favorite because it means he gets to be as close to you as possible all day with the excuse of wanting to stay warm

"I just can't help you over there today, I need to stick with my sweetheart so that I don't freeze to death."

If you share a bed, expect to go to sleep with his back facing you only to wake up with him literally on top of you

It's entirely unconscious, he seeks your touch even in his dreams

Deeply enjoys quiet early morning cuddle time, especially when you rest your head on his chest and just run your hands all over him

But be careful. He's surprisingly ticklish

Me? Promoting fanfics on Tumblr just to get new readers?

It's more likely than you think.

I am so stressed out because imagine if there is a meteorite planning to destroy our earth in 378 days and for some reason I get voted to go to the North Sentinel Island and communicate with them to warn them but they have no concept of our language, how would I tell them?

I guess I could demonstrate numbers with material, and days with drawings of the sun, but how would I tell them that we might destroy the meteorite in many tiny pieces or maybe not? How do I communicate the concept of maybe?

What a question my guy

Are you...okay?

Communicating any kind of concept with a tribe of people that have no concept of language in the same way we do would be extremely difficult.

Maybe just means that it's not quite yes but not quite no. So I suppose you could use pictures to do that. Yes is one side, No is the other, and Maybe is the middle.

I genuinely don't know this was a thought experiment I was not prepared to have today :')

Not this literally being what my unfinished MHA oc fic is about

"So your answer to contain this great evil is just putting it in a box?" "It is a really big box, but yes."

The realization I just had that Xeno has a better familial relationship with my oc (who is Stanley's younger sister) is literally so wild to me and I'm the one that wrote it.

if you have time, could you do some Tsukasa x reader hurt/comfort where the reader is injured while working? totally not thinking about a certain friend's oc... no.... i would never do that...

Oh, yeah, totally. Totally not thinking about the same oc I am absolutely not

😏

This is so bad I'm so sorry I don't know where my brain went does this even count as hurt/comfort-

Tsukasa x gn!Reader

It had been an accident. The knife you’d been holding had slipped and sliced into the meat of your other hand. You hissed out curses, trying to press a clean cloth against your hand to stop the bleeding before it got too bad. But the cut was deep, and you were definitely going to need stitched together. 

You’re in the middle of the simple procedure when Tsukasa comes barreling into the room. 

“Hey! Careful!” Yuzuriha scolds him, but her words go ignored as he rushes towards you, hands reaching for your face. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, breathless. He must have run all the way from the training field once he got the news. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say, pressing your cheek into his hand on instinct, seeking his warmth. Tsukasa lets out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing immediately. 

“Thank goodness. All I’d heard was that you were hurt, but no one told me what happened,” He says. 

“Can I finish working on my patient please?” Yuzuriha huffs, though you don’t think she’s actually that mad. If anything, she looked more amused than anything. “I still need to wrap their hand up.”

“I can do that,” Tsukasa says, turning and holding out his palm for the necessary supplies. Yuzuriha sighs, and hands them over before quickly and quietly slipping out of the room with a sneaky little grin on her face. Almost like this was planned. 

Your friends were getting less and less sneaky about what they were trying to do. 

Tsukasa takes a seat in front of you, pulling your hand into his lap so that he can inspect the careful stitching with a frown. His eyes always held a kind of intensity, but his gaze almost felt like it was burning. It made you more than a little anxious. He was always telling you to be more careful, and here you were getting hurt doing something mundane. 

“I’m sorry,” You blurt suddenly, unable to hold it in. Tsukasa looks up at you, soft eyes flitting across your anxiety filled expression. 

“What for?” He asks.

“Getting hurt. Again.”

“It happens to the best of us,” He says. “I’m more worried about how this is going to affect your ability to do the things you enjoy.” 

“Oh…” You hadn’t had time to think about that. With an injured hand, you wouldn’t be able to write, play music, or even help with basic tasks until you were healed. There was no way Senku would let you risk an infection. 

So, what were you supposed to do now? Nothing? But how could you just sit here and do nothing all day? The Kingdom of Science needed every available hand in order to keep things moving, yours included.

What a burden you’d become. Not only were you hurt, but now you were useless too. 

“Hey, hey,” Tsukasa’s hand touches your face again. You blink, a little startled at his touch and worried tone. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” You ask, a little embarrassed to have to even ask. You should have been paying attention already-

“No, it’s alright. You just…looked lost for a minute,” He says softly, fingers brushing across your cheek before dropping. 

“Oh…” 

Silence falls between you, neither knowing really what to say next. Tsukasa grabs the supplies he was given- some ointment and bandages- and gets to work on your hand. The ointment stings a bit, but not too seriously. Just enough to know it was working. 

As he works, you take a moment to focus on his hands, hoping the small distraction was enough to shake some of this anxiety you were building. 

They’re bigger than yours, though to be fair Tsukasa was a bit taller. And they were warm. Very warm. You always liked that about him, his warmth always giving you a strange feeling of security and comfort. 

God you liked him so much. You just wished you’d stop embarrassing yourself in front of him every time you were together. You always said or did something that made you wish a hole would swallow you up so that you could perish in peace. But no matter what, he never stopped finding and spending time with you. It made you dare to think that maybe he liked you too. 

“There we go,” Tsukasa murmurs once the bandage is firmly in place. “You’ll have to change this pretty often, but I can help you with that if you need it. I know you don’t handle pain very well.” 

Your face flushes, but he just gives you a warm smile, sending your heart beating a million miles a second. 

“I-I can do it on my own just fine!” You say with a huff, making him chuckle a little. 

“Of course,” he says. “My mistake.” 

There’s another moment of quiet, though this one is filled with a different kind of tension. The kind that told you Tsukasa was measuring his next words, planning them extremely carefully before speaking. 

“I was worried,” He says softly. 

“I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize, I know accidents happen. But when I was told you’d been hurt, I couldn’t help but feel anxious,” He sighs, holding your bandaged hand in his gentle palm. “I think you’re the first person other than my sister to so thoroughly scare me like that.” 

Great. Fantastic. Now you felt even more terrible about the whole thing. Way to go, you! 

“I’ll be more careful, I swear,” You say, praying your voice isn’t shaking given your sudden need to cry. 

“Good. Because if something serious happened to you, I don’t know how I’d ever recover,” He murmurs. You’re still processing his words when he lifts your hand, and presses your bandaged palm against his lips. 

It’s such a small and quick action, but the kiss has your whole body heating up, your face bright red and your heart hammering somehow even harder. You needed to calm down, and fast, before you passed out. That was the last thing either of you needed after this whole ordeal. 

“I-I’ll be extra careful,” You repeat. “Cross my heart! You won’t have to keep taking care of me like this!”

Tsukasa chuckles, a warm smile on his own slightly flushed face.

“What if I said I didn’t mind taking care of you?” He asks, standing and pulling you to your feet with him.

“I’d say you shouldn’t waste your time,” You say. 

“It’s not a waste. Not if it’s you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

If even one person wants to see them I swear to God-

The temptation I feel to throw just a full profile of, like, four different ocs that could fit in nearly any universe at all of you just for the hell of it is real right now

I want my crazy bitches to get seen

Stanley Snyder is a certified loverboy no you cannot change my mind

"Why do you like Senku so much?"

Because he reminds me a lot of myself in the sense that he's gone through a number of traumatic events and is loves his friends to the point of being self destructive while disguising his deeper emotions with sarcasm and faux selfishness

Also, his dumb little face