The Way They All Completely Trust Whatever He Suddenly Has Planned 😭

OMG I love that that sounds amazing. Please please please write this/bf I would read the crap out of that

Blind senku au

It's Byakuya and Senku time again

I've tried to put into words how Senku feels about Byakuyas death and I finally think i understand a fraction of it. Senku feels guilty. So so guilty because he never got to tell Byakuya how grateful he is, how much he loves him, he never got to see his father one last time.

But more than that, the guilt crushes him because he sees the way Byakuya cares for him every day. The village was a gift from Byakuya to him, the platinum was gift from Byakuya to him, Lillians record was a gift from Byakuya to him. Senku has to live every day, is able to survive another day because of his dad. Byakuya always planned for exactly what he thought Senku would need, he as and always will do whatever is necessary for his son to succeed and yet Senku will never be able to do the same, he will never be able to do the same for his dad as his dad did to him. His dad gave everything he could to Senku up until his dying breath.

Senku feels guilty because he's been aware of how much his dad has done for him up until his dying breath and the only thing he can do now for his dad is to revive humanity, even if he has to die to do so.

hard to defend Senku against the submissive femboy twink allegations when he canonically wears a skirt with no underwear

I've talked once before about how Xeno needs Stan yet holds him back, but today I want to look at how much Stan's presence is also a detriment to Xeno and how his dependence on him leads to aggressive and (frankly) self destructive behavior.

Stanley is very put together, strategic, and calm until Xeno is taken away from him. While everyone else understood that Xeno wasn't in any real danger, and Stan out of everyone knew the connection of mentor / mentee guaranteed a safe and even healthy and stimulating environment for Xeno, he still snapped.

He immediately lost composure and fell for the stupid medusa trick, letting them pass unharmed. He made brash decisions when trying to take Xeno back, and eventually lashed out and murdered everyone with more force and violence than necessary to get him back.

Because of all this, I always see Xeno as an anchoring stone for Stan. And I like to imagine that they both see Stan as an emotional anchor for Xeno, even though, historically, he very much is not

Stan allows Xeno to tip into the dictator mindset and feeds into that wish. He would kill anyone who gets in his way and will hold Xeno on a pedestal, away from everyone who has hurt or undermined him, only further allowing the detrimental mindset of "us vs them" to grow and separate him more. Honestly, Stan doesn't notice it, but his presence in Xeno’s life is largely a bad thing. Instead of letting Xeno vent his frustrations in a healthy way, then return to humanity as a part of it, he allows the disillusion of being the only person able to lead the world to fester in his mind. Stanley is an enabler of sorts, allowing Xeno to check out from reality and from the consequences of his actions.

It isn't until Xeno is forced to live without him and strike his own balance in the KOS that his mentality changes. He softens again, finds faith and hope in humanity and creates lasting relationships with others who value science and truth just like him.

This is further proven when the people he's closest to in the Kingdom of Science go missing and he immediately starts to revert back to the mentality of "us vs them" when dealing with others. That same mentality crept up when he addressed the scientific committee and it was GEN who stopped and calmed him where Stan was content to stand back and allow his brash action to continue.

Their relationship can be seen as fairly simple and straight forward, even sweet at first glance. But the more one looks at it, the more layers of toxicity reveal themselves. There's always something new to focus on.

dunno what to caption this. I was looking at my hxh character pinterest boards and snagged some stuff off of there to make these

His expression is so good!! It’s very Senkuu but also distinctly a different style. You have captured his essence perfectly💚💚

Senkuu: 😈

get excited ✨🚀

HAPPY STONE DAY!!

Awesome!!

Umm first ART post on here bc i wanna post my stuff somewhere other than tiktok (which is unfortunately getting murked), but DR STONE SEASON 4 YIPPEEEE

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girl, could you do a touch starved senku oneshot? GN reader please

Cling Radius:

(Word Count: 736 // Spoilers: none)

The nights out here were colder than you remembered. Not colder in temperature—though, granted, sleeping in an open-roofed hut was a far cry from central heating—but colder in tone. Quiet in that eerie, ancient way. No distant hum of city lights, no soft rumble of traffic. Just crickets. And the occasional howl that sounded way too close.

Still, none of that explained why Senku was pressed to your back like a goddamn second skin.

You blinked up at the thatched ceiling, eyes adjusting to the moonlight spilling in from above, your limbs still half-asleep. Senku was out cold behind you, chest rising in slow, steady rhythm, one arm draped heavy over your middle, the other wedged under your neck like a makeshift pillow. His long legs were tangled with yours in a mess of barely-washed sheets, and he smelled faintly of charcoal and mint leaves.

You didn’t dare move.

Not because you didn’t want to. But because you were still trying to process what the hell this was.

When you were revived, the first thing you remembered—after the scream-inducing sensation of skin cracking back to life—was Senku’s face hovering above yours, tense but relieved. He’d cracked some stupid science joke, you’d flipped him off, and everything had felt strangely normal.

Except… it wasn’t.

Because Senku, for all his scientific detachment and emotionally stunted habits pre-petrification, had not stopped touching you since.

A guiding hand at your lower back. A shoulder bump when no one else was watching. Fingers brushing yours when he passed tools or water. A low, murmured “You good?” as his knuckles barely grazed your jaw to check your fever that didn’t exist. And now—this. Night after night of you waking up basically cocooned in the human version of a space heater with freakishly pointy hair.

You tilted your head slightly. His breath was warm against your neck. A little uneven now that you were shifting.

“Senku,” you whispered, just to see if he was awake.

No response. He only curled tighter.

His hand slid from your waist to your stomach, fingers splaying out like he was subconsciously making sure you were still there. You wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

You bit your lip and held still a little longer. Not out of awkwardness anymore, but out of… curiosity.

Because, yeah. Before the whole stone-world and de-petrification and war stuff, Senku wouldn’t have touched you with a ten-foot pole unless it involved CPR or slapping a lab coat on you. He wasn’t cold, not exactly—but his mind was always elsewhere. Always calculating. Intimacy wasn’t a formula he prioritized.

Now?

Now, he curled around you like the night would take you away.

Eventually, his voice—low and cracked with sleep—broke the silence.

“You’re overthinking again.”

You flinched. “You're awake?”

“Barely,” he mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder. His nose was freezing. “But I can feel your heartbeat trying to vibrate through the dirt floor. It's annoying.”

You were silent for a beat. “You’re literally clinging to me.”

“Because you were cold.”

“I wasn't cold.”

“You could’ve been.”

“…You really think that holds up as logic?”

Senku gave a sleepy scoff, which somehow translated into a snort and a hum. “Shut up. Let me have this.”

You blinked at the ceiling again, mouth twitching.

“So what—post-petrification side effect is... extreme clinginess?”

“Maybe,” he muttered. “Brain’s the same. Body’s not. People change.”

You let out a breath, soft. “You used to be so weird about touch.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, barely audible now, his fingers twitching once against your stomach before relaxing, “you’re here now.”

That quieted you.

Because it wasn’t said dramatically. It wasn’t even said sweetly. It was just true. And in that moment, it hit you: in this war-torn, half-dead, primitive second life, Senku had lost a lot. Most things, maybe. But you? You were one of the few things he got back.

And apparently, he wasn’t planning on letting you go again.

“…Do you do this with everyone?” you teased lightly, trying to shake off the tight feeling in your chest.

“Hell no,” he said without missing a beat.

And you felt his arm tighten around you again—like an instinct. Like a reflex.

“Just you,” he added, softer this time. “Don’t make it weird.”

Too late, you thought, cheeks warming.

But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to.

Not when his touch—awkward, unconscious, needy—was the warmest thing left in this world.

Cutie patootie😊

first post here and its about senku hehe

I remember reading a comic about Gen doing some of the S America stuff, but it was in Japanese and I can not find it any more lol (sorry if that increased your suffering, but it is out there!)

I also have a carnal need for crash-out Senku lmao

dr stone fics i desperately need

senku crashing out

gen being chosen instead of suika at the end of south america arc (which apparently ALMOST HAPPENED)

gen being the kos therapist and counseling everyone 1-on-1

uni professor!gen and senku falling for him

sengen forced in one bed