Dr STONE Has Such Horror Movie Potential I Mean Just Think About It

Oh, I have a question. If you could change anything in Dr Stone, no matter how small a detail it is, what would it be?

I'd have them revive a surgeon before setting out to America. They had the resources, and it baffles me that nobody thought of it. I mean, yeah, it's for plot. But still.

Oh that's a tough one. I'm going to answer now, but I may come back to this later as I'm doing a rewatch of it currently.

I definitely agree that they should have thought about getting themselves a medical professional. After all, they may not have known about the American colony, but at this point how many times has someone been seriously hurt?

For me, though, I feel like most of my complaints are tiny little nitpicky things like "Why did Senku choose to do that instead of this" and "I don't think that's how that works actually"

AND I also would love to hear(read) about your OCs!!

*SLAMS DOWN OVERFLOWING BINDER*

I don't think you know what you've just asked for

Ah I see you add more info to the trio! But let's also add onto say Xeno plans his escape using Stanley as his scapegoat!

Stanley comes home after a long of work only to see Xeno running at him

Xeno slaps 200$ into his hands: "Apologize, my love."

Before sprinting as fast as he can out the house

In the distance

S/O: "STANLEY SNYDER DID YOU STEAL MY CROISSANT"

Stanley: *Sweating bullet* yes?

I stopped everything I was doing for this because oh my God this is hilarious.

The image of Xeno just shoving money in Stanley's hands and whispering "I'm so sorry, please forgive me," and running as fast as he can has me dead.

Stanley just stands there, holding the money with a confused look on his face, wondering what exactly just happened when-

"STANLEY [middle name] SNYDER!"

Oh. Oh no.

He manages to stay calm on the outside, but on the inside he's just:

Touya Todoroki has a breeding kink and literally no one can change my mind thank you goodbye

A little Dabi x Reader thing for my thoughts from earlier.

MDNI

Kids are a complicated thing for him, in all honesty. He was the result of a man who had married his wife for the sole purpose of having children so that he could prove that he was better than everyone else. He watched his mother go through pregnancy three more times after him, and saw what that did to her. To everyone. Especially when his bastard of a father deemed each one of them a failure and demanded another.

He is also afraid. Afraid that his child will end up with a quirk like his, one that is so horribly powerful that it hurts to use, and could kill the child. He's afraid that he's more like his father than he wants to be, and he thinks for the longest time that he'd rather castrate himself than do that to another person.

As he starts to realize his wants and needs both in bed and in a relationship in general, however, he realizes that he wants to stuff his partner so full of cum that there was no avoiding the inevitable despite protection. He wants to get her pregnant. He wants to breed.

It makes him sick, for a long time. Even once he's found you, his everything, he refuses to bring it up. He keeps the disgusting thoughts to himself lest he end up pressuring you like Endeavor pressured his mother.

He's still not sure whether you said something first, or if he was just so drunk on the high of fucking you that he just blurts it out, but suddenly you're wrapping your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to keep him buried in your pussy, and you beg him for it. For him to cum inside, to stuff you full of his seed so you can give him a child consequences be damned.

And when those two little pink lines appear on the test a few weeks later, he decides that even if his plans end up with him getting himself killed instead of his father, the most fucked up thing he could do was make sure he left something of himself behind to finish the fucking job.

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.

I mean come on look at this dumb little face

this is not the face of a man who has gotten a proper nights sleep. those eyes are filled with mania. someone get him a blankie and some warm tea

All the fun Senku is having right now is due mostly to delirium caused by exhaustion no you cannot change my mind I know he's hype about science but that boy hasn't slept in weeks you're telling me a sane man came up with the idea to build cell phones, cars, and a rocket ship to the moon? False, he needs a 12 hour nap at least.

omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

Y E S

StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

"He starts making a mental last will and testament, and hopes through some miracle he can telepathically send it to Stanley, who bailed from the room faster than a bullet shoots from his gun. "

I wheeze! Stanley really said bye boo 💅

Stanley when he hears his or his closest companion's full government names being yelled:

Getting to write Stanley crashing out in the newest chapter of To the Moon and Back was more fun than it should have been.