When Senku gets older — not old persay, maybe 30 or so — he lets his hair sit down. Brushes it back, making it look like Byakuya's did, only green at the ends instead of grey. He denies it to everyone, and of course there's no way to prove it's the same; there's no photographic evidence that Byakuya even existed.
And maybe that's why he does it. His way to let him live on in the new world as something more than a village founder, even though not a shred of dna remains.
https://www.tumblr.com/annarobszombies/773224084234485760/simon-ghost-riley-looks-like-his-father-and-he
just read this and thought about simon with a baby that looks exactly like him and thinks they’re the most beautiful thing in the world
He does. He loves them.
He holds them in shaking hands, as he'd always had a fear of being a parent, but he can't take his eyes off them. It doesn't matter that they have his nose or his eyes or his hair. All that matters is that he created them with the person he loves most.
That's what matters to him. At least, I think so.
Hi hello it's me again literally don't ever worry about bothering me I genuinely love it
I'm a cryptid, your attention feeds my power :)
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
hihihi i wanna ask for a drst request but firstly! for what characters you write?
I'll write for anyone as best I can. Obviously I have favorites, but I'm fairly open to all characters
A soft thing for Dabi
It's in the quiet of night, so late that neither of you should be awake, that the words escape you.
"It wasn't your fault."
They're whispered, so softly that you don't even realize you spoke them aloud until his head lifts from your chest to look at you with tired, confused eyes.
"Hm?" He nuzzles his nose into your chin, peppering soft kisses into your haw.
"It's nothing," You say softly. He takes your words at face value, or at least he seems to. Whether it's because he's not fully awake, or because he just trusts you that much, you'll never be sure. He just lays his head back down, resting his head against your chest once again.
What would he think, if you told him exactly what you were thinking? What would he think, if you told him that everything that's happened to him to make him the way he is now wasn't his fault? That it wasn't his choice to be born, to have a father like Endeavor who treated him so poorly he snapped at such a young age. That there had been no reason for him to burn himself alive over and over again just to prove a point that never should have needed to be made in the first place.
It wasn't his fault. He'd been a child. He never should have had to endure any of it.
But, like always, you keep your mouth shut. You hold him tighter, kiss his head, and whisper that you love him.
Wait about witch reader... I think after the shock senku might thinking it was psychic, it's more logical how human brains can do it if get trained or gifted for some people. The most common one is telepathy (which some have especially between a twins) or telekinesis if get trained enough...
Ohh witch!reader definitely can be equal to several man's power if they can do telekinesis
(Sorry this is rambling, and I understand if it's not make senses at all)
Never apologize for rambling at me I love it
Once magic is confirmed to be real to him, he would be all over all types of magic.
How do they work?
Can they be measured?
Are power levels a thing like in media?
His entire perspective of how thr world works has shifted, but that just makes the science of it all that much more fun to him.
Boss: I looked at your computer while you were away from the desk
Me, an author: You fucking WHAT
-Get some sleep. Next time we talk, I’ll have something cool to show you.
-Promise?
-Sure, but only if you stop bothering me so I can work
She doesn’t respond.
He doesn’t think about it, after all, why would he? It was late in the States (or early, depending on who you asked), so she was probably already turned over and dozing. And if not, she was about to be. It doesn’t occur to him for a moment that anything could be wrong, not for a few thousand years, anyway.
How funny would it be if my dr stone oc was Stanley's younger sister (long estranged due to plot reasons) which leaves her feeling guilty for not trying to stop him from shooting Senku, feeling like it is somewhat her fault for not talking to Stan about literally anything but why would she he left her behind to rot in that hellhole by herself-
anyway...
I didn't know the asks could be eaten so now I'm questioning if my request was eaten or not! 😱 what request you have been working/queued at this point?
I have 10 items currently on my list! Hopefully I should have a bunch of them ready to be queued and posted in the next day or so
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.
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