jishthefish23

[jishthefish23]

okay so jus a silly lil thought i had

you come home (preferably pre petrification) tired as heck, and you open the bedroom door to see the character/s already laying there just chillin in bed, and your face immediately lights up, you close the door and pretty much run upto and pounce on the bed

then

you hug a pillow

your partner is right there, but you hug and fawn over a pillow

telling the pillow how much you missed it and how your so happy to feel it again after an excruciatingly long time (a day or two)

yeah

(if you do decide to write on it can i pleaseeeeee have hyoga, ukyo and stanxeno? like both stan and xeno as s/o's partners)

(you can exclude ukyo if u want but stanxeno and hyoga pls 🙏🙏)

✰ pillow fight! ✰

notes: hi hi! i actually like hyoga a lot so you definitely asked the right girl <3

• i wanted to write more but the next several days are gonna be crazy busy, so i’m just writing hyoga for now that way you don’t have to wait super long, hope that’s okay! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

• the word pillow is sounding so weird to me now LOL

• enjoy this silly guy and ty for another requesttt

warnings: pouty hyoga due to improper gf behavior • tired homura appearance (she needs a pay raise!) • first time writing in second person pov so pls bare with me, i’m learning lolol

word count: 954

YOU WERE EXHAUSTED! Work had kicked your butt at least seven different times today, so kicking your shoes off at the door felt like the biggest reward ever.

Though, walking down the hallway did feel like stepping on burning coals to your aching feet, so.. not quite as rewarding.

Either way, you dropped your bag on the counter and tossed your coat on the couch—despite knowing your prim and proper boyfriend would throw a hissy fit about the mess.

You’d cross that bridge when you came to it.

Running a hand through your hair, you let out a sigh as you reach your bedroom door, ready to pass out.

It wasn’t until you opened it and saw familiar white hair and ocean eyes that the exhaustion subsided.

“Hyo?” You blinked, not realizing he was going to come over.

But yet, there he was, leaned against the headboard reading a book. A hot cup of tea was on the nightstand next to him and he had a pillow in his lap to support the book.

He glanced up and looked you up and down, before a small amused smile crept onto his face.

“You look exceptionally rough, dear.”

You laughed with a small head shake, knowing he wasn’t wrong in the slightest.

Still, what kind of welcome was that?

You resolved to return loving taunt with loving taunt—in the form of running and jumping on the bed beside him, nearly knocking his book from his hand.

“It’s because I missed you!” A smirk was suppressed as your hands yanked the pillow from his lap and held it in the air above you.

Now it was Hyoga’s turn to blink.

“Not seeing me for two days has left you so distraught you’re talking to a pillow?”

“Excuse you—I’m having a conversation over here,” you explained in a fake serious tone.

Bringing the pillow down to your chest, you hugged it tight and began to ramble how it’s so kind and never hurts you by pointing out how disorderly you look.

This goes on for a minute or two as your boyfriend kept trying to cut in, only to be drowned out by you increasing your volume with each word.

But eventually it got so ridiculous you couldn’t hold your laughter back, and neither could the face-palming man beside you.

You were an odd one. But then again, so was he, just in a different way. Maybe that’s why you both worked so well together.

After a moment of your ribs getting a workout they didn’t sign up for, and Hyoga lowering his hands after wiping the small accumulated tears, he turned his head to look at you.

“Are you quite done?”

“I dunno, you gonna call me exceptionally rough again?”

“If you bellyflop onto the bed another time, then yes I can foresee me calling you such a name once more.”

You look up at him with a scrunched up nose and unhappy lips.

“I will hit you with this,” you half-joke, holding the pillow up.

“I could dodge, I am highly skilled in the masterful art of kudayari and there’s no chance you could ever—OW!”

You jump off the bed after whacking him in the face with the soft material, then run out of the room with your pillow in crime, laughing the whole way.

“Pillow fight!” you hollered over your shoulder, thinking it was all fun and games.

But when the tall man calmly walked out of the room with his spear, you froze, wide-eyed.

“That was not very proper of you.”

A nervous chuckle escaped your lungs, as one hand reached for the phone in your pocket, dialing one of your starred contacts.

It rung and you put it to your ear as Hyoga slowly made his way over.

“Hello?” the soft voice answered.

“HOMURA, HELP! I STARTED A FIGHT I CAN’T WIN…! AGAIN!”

She just sighed, getting down from the handstand she was in the middle of. “Fine, but you owe me.”

The pink haired girl got ready to head over, for the third time that week alone.

“I’LL BUY YOU COTTON CANDY! JUST—JUST HURRY, HE’S STANDING THERE! MENACINGLY!”

“Uh huh,” was all she said before hanging up.

You nervously chuckled at the man once more.

“Truce…?”

He hummed in thought for a moment, before squinting his eyes and holding up his spear.

“No mercy.”

You let out a squeal and shut your eyes closed, only to feel a small bump.

Upon opening them, you saw the non-sharp end of the spear had hit the pillow, making you sigh in relief.

Hyoga walked over and did take the pillow from your hands however, tossing behind him onto the couch.

“That didn’t land perfectly,” you pointed out with a small grin at the haphazardly fallen pillow.

Hyoga simply shrugged, tossing his arm around your shoulder and walking you both back to the room.

“It was him or me. Call it a necessary casualty.”

You laughed at his grim-toned dramatics, patting his back.

“Whatever you say, stabby.”

Hyoga only sighed, knowing he’ll never get rid of that nickname—not now, and certainly not 3700 years from now.

“Come on, let me get my pajamas on, then we can make popcorn and rope Homura into a movie night with us!”

The strong man simply nodded and let go you change, making his way into the kitchen with a small smile on his face.

He was dedicated to a few things in his life, his diligent kudayari training being one, and you being the other.

At the end of the day, he’d gladly endure pillow fights every night if it kept you happy.

Really, despite not outright saying, he’d do anything to keep you happy.

And I do mean, anything.

woe to anyone who hurts (or lets be real—barely inconveniences) you, bc hyoga as a bf is def going to terrify somebody half to death in your honor 😭

thanks again for the request, hope it was entertaining for ya, it was fun to write hehehe

alright that's all i got for you today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later!

-love, logan <3

[jishthefish23]

YOOO i have a similar headcannon but its star wars instead of transformers! he’d be trying to explain how lightsabers won’t exists for at least another ten billion years or smth 😭

i feel like they would so do that with every sci-fi media tbh, like back to the future, or doctor who?? don’t even get him started on the physics behind a sonic screwdriver LOL

I love Transformers sooo

Senku and his S/O binged every form of Transformers media once because they love Sci-Fi and they make a game of debunking and proving the science from it.

[jishthefish23]

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts/ i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose to tight clothing / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend I've known for over 5 years / i am an only child

eee that was so fun! thanks for the tag (๑>◡<๑)

no pressure tags!! <3 @majoryeager104 @annarobszombies @royal-cupidity

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[jishthefish23]

haiii, if your taking requests rn, can i ask for a reader whos super stealthy and good at martial arts as stanley's lil sister?

and sometimes reader does sneak up on him now and then (which he sometimes can't detect) and has her hand or leg almost hitting pressure points on his body that could immobilise or potentially kill him? (but ofc reader knows not to dot hat)

they only have an age gap of 2 yrs btw

just general headcanons or a drabble or anything that you think is fitting

✰ challenge accepted ✰

notes: MY FIRST REQUEST OMG HEHEHE, OFC I CAN DO THAT <3 i’ll do a one-shot type thing, hope you enjoy and thanks for the request! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

warnings: anime watcher only so i’m basing his personality on that alone, but i’ll do my best to keep him in character >:3

word count: 2220

“STANLEY,” Xeno began talking to the man polishing his gun across the workshop table. “Could you perhaps grab a glass of water for me?”

The blonde was tempted to be snarky, but he also could use a drink after staring at the shiny weapon for the last hour.

“I could,” he placed the gun down gently, looking at the hard-at-work genius. “But don’t we have that kid to be our butler now?”

Xeno paused mid-pour of some chemical Stanley wasn’t paid enough to care about. Glancing up with a raised brow, it clicked what the soldier meant.

The doctor chuckled briefly. “If you’re referring to Gen, I’d rather not let the enemy handle something I’m ingesting.”

Stanley couldn’t argue with that, and Xeno knew that. That’s why the former shrugged and got up from his seat.

“Oh, and could you be a dear and hand me my screwdriver?”

Stanley shot him a look. “Whatever the princess wants,” he sarcastically replied, handing the (inanimate) tool to the (animate) tool.

After that exchange, the ex-military officer walked off.

When his partner-in-crime was out of earshot, Xeno evilly chuckled. He really surprised himself with his own sleigh of hand.

It was now officially all set up.

Making his way into the castle’s large kitchen, Stanley immediately noticed all the lights were off, which was highly unusual.

“Hm?” He tried to find the switch on the wall, but fell short.

A red light went off in his military-trained mind. Something was wrong. As he walked forward to find the light switch, the questions piled up.

‘Did that brat break his friends in?’

‘If so, how many are there?’

‘What weapons do they have?’

Before his thoughts could run away from him too much, the lights came back on, making him stop in his tracks and turn around.

He narrowed his eyes at the sneaky little (unconfirmed) traitor.

“Orry-say! I didn’t realize you were in here, I’m just so ungry-hay I had to search for some food,” the foreigner apologized in seamless English, crossing his arms over his stomach.

Stanley looked past him and saw his guard standing watch at the doorway. Good, that means he can go back to his original mission: getting the quack doctor and him some drinks.

“Okay..? Don’t care, kid.”

Turning his back to them, he opened some spotless cabinets, feeling calmer but still slightly on edge for some reason.

Gen had a smooth comeback ready as Stanley grabbed two glasses.

In the same moment, both got shattered to peices when a figure leapt down from the top of the cabinets and landed behind the gunslinger.

Stanley felt the wind and saw it from his peripheral. Meanwhile, Gen stumbled back on instinct, wondering if somehow Kohaku or Homura had snuck in to ambush the madmen.

Stanley ducked under the first swing, countering with an elbow jab of his own, but the person somersaulted backwards, uppercutting his chin with their foot in the process.

Whoever it was clearly had skills on par—no, better than Gen’s two allies. They were definitely trained in some form of martial art. Though, the mentalist wasn’t sure which one, that was Tsukasa’s specialty after all, not his.

Asagiri only knew two things. ‘I have an ad-bay feeling about this… and I really deserve some more cola.’

Snapping out of his head and tuning back into the fight, Stanley’s head jolted backwards and while he recovered, Gen’s guard bolted to take out the black-clothed ninja.

Of course, after daring to approach the masked assailant, they shot out their hands and harshly jabbed the guard’s arms, making both fall limp at his side.

Dropping low and sweeping his legs in one fluid move was also followed up by two fingers digging into pressure points on the guard’s knees.

Two piercing eyes were the only thing that could be seen from the potential assassin, while the rest was covered by clothing.

Both irises snapped up towards Gen, who stood there like a deer in headlights, until… they winked?

Now the psychology king was really confused.

But the fear came rushing back when a metallic click changed the entire tide of the fight.

Stanley had regained his equilibrium and retrieved the spare gun from his thigh holster. The safety had gotten thrown off, and he was ready to fire.

“Stay down,” he ordered, slowly walking over to the attacker still crouched on one knee.

The intruder listened, raising their hands in surrender—though Gen was positive their eyes revealed not once trace of giving up. Can he run for cover somewhere or…?

"Thread your fingers together behind your head."

Stanley stayed cautious at the person he was close to approaching, gun still raised towards their skull.

By now, Gen saw their strangely familiar eyes close, as if they were smiling behind their mask.

The wheels in his brain were turning slowly with the threat of being caught in crossfire (again.) But still.. his gut instinct told him to stay put.

"You deaf? Move already," the brown-eyed man barked out the order again, sharply.

A small chuckle sounded from the figure, causing a zap of concern snap through Stanley's body. He knew that voice.

"Wait—" his hold on the trigger loosened right as the perpetrator dropped their hands to the floor in front of them, kicking their leg up to disarm the gunman in one fell swoop.

“Hey!”

The metal of it clattered onto the cold tiles, sliding into the wall harshly. Stanley was reeling from the pain in his hand, while Gen thanked God that the potentially rickety stone-world gun didn't go off.

Spinning around and sending a kick to the tough man's torso, the attacker didn't fail to notice what little it did. Right—he was always a solid wall when it came to typical combat.

Stanley gave a short and gruff laugh as he jumped back, assuming a fighting stance. "Is this 'cause I used your favorite shirt as target practice, huh sis?"

‘IS-SAY?!’

Grinning under the mask, the woman hooked a finger on the rim, pulling it down to reveal her indeed familiar features—reminiscent of the man in front of her.

"Wrong as usual, y'dumb blonde," she snorted, lacing her fingers to crack them all at once.

Gen slowly reached for the cabinet beside him, where he remembered their bags of homegrown popcorn stayed. Scratch everything he thought before—this just! got! interesting!

Sibling drama? Sign him up. Whatever the kingdom of science was up to right now was not as entertaining as this.

"So you gonna tell me the reason for your tantrum, then? I mean, was paralyzing the guard really necessary?"

"No, Stan, I guess it wasn’t,” she thoughtfully replied, before shrugging. “But then again…”

The younger sister cheekily smirked, hands on her hips. “Neither was roping Xeno into this either.”

Gen gasped quietly into his sleeve, shoving more popcorn in. On no she did—n’t!

Stanley squinted his eyes at (who he assumed was) the liar in the family. “Xeno wouldn’t be involved in a stupid ploy like this.”

“He would if he’s getting data figures on how we react to unexpected invaders,” she pointed out, revealing a sensor around her wrist placed there by the mad scientist.

Clicked her tongue while shaking her head, she spoke. “You didn’t even realize he planted one on your wrist either, did you?”

Stanley instantly dropped his gaze to where Xeno barely made contact earlier, when taking the screwdriver from him—that little piece of shi—

“We both know he can’t resist a good experiment,” the younger sister chuckled, stretching her arms above her head.

“You’re such a good evil minion, though! Coming in here to fetch Doc Ock his drink only to get ambushed by me!” she hollered, swiftly running forward now.

Stanley prepared for the unavoidable kitchen confrontation, taking it in stride. Might as well get in some training.

“To answer your question,” the swift sibling paused as her hands just barely missed Stanley, before turning on her heel, sticking again.

And landing that one.

She grinned, sharp canines sparkling as his dominant hand went limp from her paralyzing his arm.

“I just need to get you back for when you forcibly made me your paintball target last week.” Her voice held little to no malice as she lunged forward again.

This was just how they always were together. Neither minded at the end of the day.

"You have no decorum in your old age,” Stanley scoffed out, bending backwards to avoid a jab to his neck—that would paralyze his entire body for a good hour.

“I’m literally two years younger than you,” she reminded, a smirk still tugging at the corner of her lips. “You were alive when Clinton was in office, y’old man!”

She jabbed her fingers into his other arm, earning a small hiss, mostly out of annoyance that she got another hit in. He couldn’t argue she was better at this type of combat than him—unfortunately.

If this was a shootout, he’d have her pinned down in seconds.

But, “Oh ear-day, that couldn’t have felt good…” it was not a shootout, it was a blowout.

With a jump into a scissor kick, Stanley was forced to the ground like that.

A brief grunt came from the older sibling as his face came in contact with the floor. Well that didn’t feel great—it slightly reminded him of his cadet days when he regularly got his backside handed to him.

A low whistle was let out by the fight’s victor. “It’s been a hot minute since I’ve had such an overwhelming victory.”

She leaned her boot into his mid back, keeping him down, simply causing Stanley to sigh.

“You literally won our sparring match two days ago. Idiot.”

“Oh? Sounds like someone is an ore-say oser-lay,” a certain trashy magician piped up smugly, finished with his popcorn.

Stabbing Gen with his razor sharp side-eye, the younger boy quietly yelped hiding his face behind his sleeves. “I mean! You did.. amazing! Marvelous! Spectacular!”

A snicker came from the twenty-seven year old. “You don’t have to lie to us, we both know I’m unmatched in combat."

"Yeah, only if you fight dirty," Stanley scoffed, pulling away to stand on his own. "Using a sneak attack to get my gun away from me is hardly a fair fight."

Peeling the wrist sensor off, the commander shoved it in his sisters hands and pushed past her with a restrained smirk.

"You got lucky, kid; don't get cocky just yet."

Brushing past the shorter mentalist, he glanced over his shoulder, golden eyes boring into the capable girl.

"You only get that right when you beat me at my strongest."

She smirked. “Alright then,” the confident girl replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Challenge accepted."

With a nod, the blond exited the kitchen and disappeared into the castle hallways—most likely to go strangle Xeno for involving him in one of his a wack-job experiments.

Now, the martial artist was alone with the kingdom of science's most loyal liar, making her walk right up to him.

Gen almost backed up out of self-preservation, but he got ahold of his nerves, putting on a million dollar smile that no one could see through.

"Yes, dear?"

"I'd like to join your pirate crew," she smiled with her eyes closed, hands swinging to connect behind her back.

“…”

‘AT-WHAY?!’ the twenty-two-year-old’s inside voice cracked at the request. Luckily for him, his external response was a different story.

“Bold of you to assume my loyalties are even slightly aligned with the—”

Gen so much as blinked and the woman in front of him was gone, followed by a sharp pain in his left hand.

The numbness infiltrated the wrist immediately, making it impossible for him to move it.

“I told you: you don’t have to lie,” she spoke through an eerie smile from behind the younger boy.

He whipped around and nervously laughed, holding his wrist with his right hand. Gen opened his mouth to spout more nonsense, but was once again cut off.

“You heard my numbskull brother, he wants a challenge, right?”

A dark look casted over her gleaming face, and Gen could only think how much she looked like Senku and himself when planning something that will ‘ten billion percent’ get them thrown to Hell.

“Well,” she took a step forward, lowering her face as she looked up at the mentalist. “I’ve been needing some new sparring partners since I’m pretty much unbeatable against the folks ‘round here.”

“So, riddle me this, Houdini,” she paused, walking behind Gen and hooking an arm around his neck. “What’s more challenging than teaming up with the enemies?”

After thinking it over, the magician let an evil smile.

“What’s more challenging, indeed?”

Senku was going to love this.

Fighter capable of taking Stanley down: ACQUIRED!

hi hiii <3 this was so fun to write! i’m so down to write more requests for anyone with ideas >:3

alright that’s all i got for you today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later!

-love, logan ꨄ

[jishthefish23]

stone white 𓃦 dcst

𝟷: april showers

warnings: falling/breaking a bone • minor blood • near-hypothermia • unwaveringly sarcastic senku </3

notes: hihihi i did a thing :3 lmk if you like it pretty pls! it’s an oc x canon story (though the oc is hardly in this chapter lol, trust the process.) okie that’s all! enjoy the story <3

word count: 4114

“KILL ME NOW…” Senku Ishigami sighed, the words solely stemming from his exhaustion.

It’d been precisely twenty eight days since he broke out from his stone prison and he was already physically spent.

“Where’s the big oaf when you need him, huh?” the boy panted, talking to himself (as he had been since he woke up) and put his palm out.

A loud clap of thunder sounded moments before, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know a huge storm was about to hit.

Which was ironic timing, given the fifteen-year-old was in the middle of gathering wood for his future treehouse. You know, a house that would shelter him from storms like this one?

Oh well. It was just water, right?

Sure the impending rain was dropping the early spring temps, but he had just acquired clothes the day before, so he should be alright.

As the sky began to play its part in the water cycle, Senku payed no mind to the small drops on his shoulders. Instead, he continued looking for specific trees that fit the requirements for housing. No termites, no preexisting bird or wasp nests, etc etc.

He wandered a ways from his camp, adding up the best candidates that he’d chop down tomorrow, when the rain hopefully eases up. His poor noodle-arms shivered at the thought of such brutal manual labor, but he steeled himself in the end.

Another clap of thunder bellowed, along with lightning three seconds later, making Senku look up ever so slightly.

He mean-mugged the droplets hitting his face for a fraction of a second, before dropping his head and chuckling.

“Heh heh heh, logic says I don’t get to be mad when I’m the one who chose to wake up so close to the rainy season.”

He spoke with little regard for his lack of company; at least, that’s what he kept assuring himself.

Worrying about things like being alone for the rest of your life was a complete waste of time. He had real work to do, and right now? That work consisted of going back to his camp and staying under his small tent of branches and leaves, remaining as dry as possible.

“Enough recon,” he sighed and cracked his neck. “Time to go home.”

It was only a five minute walk back, but as Senku turned around to head in that direction, a rustling in the bushes from behind caused the scientist to freeze.

‘Was it the wind?’ his mind immediately raced. ‘No, the wind currents are mostly blowing through the treetops, and that noise ten billion percent came from the ground.’

Something about the shuffling bushes made every instinct in his body go on high alert.

He had to get to higher ground. Now.

Darting his smart head to the left, he saw a tree that even a stick like him could climb. For once it seemed the unlucky boy caught a break, who would’ve thought?

Using his newly crafted stone-world shoes, he stepped on branch after branch, pulling himself up onto one about three meters off the forest’s floor.

And right as he was about to breathe heavily from the physical exertion, a sight below made his breath catch (and die) in his throat.

A wolf. No, a terrifying looking wolf, leisurely stalked across the ground like he owned the land.

Senku shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with a predator like that. It wasn’t like he was a fast runner like Taiju, or a full blown animal whisperer like that pipsqueak he babysat.

No, all the youngest Ishigami had was his knowledge, and he knew to just let the wild animal pass on by and they’d all live happily ever after.

Sweat collected on the teen’s temple, despite the lowering temperatures and increasing rain. It was tense watching the wolf skulk around where the human had been standing, probably picking up on the foreign scent.

The rain continued to fall, and though Senku wasn’t soaked yet, if that dumb dog didn’t hurry up sniff-vestigating the dirt, the cold boy no doubt would be.

Finally, after what felt like another 3700 years, the wolf moved on and disappeared into the forest where it’d came from.

Senku waited another sixty seconds in the noisy rain before releasing the tightly controlled breath he’d been holding, sighing in relief when the predator left.

The boy leaned forward until both cheek and stomach were slumped against the tree branch.

“How exhilarating and very not exciting,” he muttered.

What can he say? He didn’t want to be dog chow after only just beginning his mission of reviving humanity. Can’t blame a guy for that.

He was just trying to survive, after all!

Although, sometimes in fast paced decisions to retain survival, we make mistakes. We may underestimate things, overlook details, or miscalculate them entirely.

That’s why when Senku glanced down at the bridge of his nose from the sudden feeling of something walking on it, his stomach dropped after his crossed eyes focused on the critter.

And as it would seem, poor unfortunate Ishigami had made a critical screw up the second he added his additional weight to a termite weakened branch.

Turns out, this wasn’t his lucky day after all.

And he realized it a millisecond too late.

“Oh shi—!”

The unforgiving, plot-convenient branch snapped.

Senku couldn’t even think in the irritatingly short time it took to fall three meters, but his subconscious was highly intelligent on its own.

His knee was going to hit the ground first, and a broken bone at this height was feasible, especially given his bad luck.

A comminuted patella fracture in the stone age would be game over for Senku, so if he was going to break anything—it had to be a clean break. There was no other way about it.

Shifting his leg into a bend, he knew that if the impact is localized and the knee is flexed when it hits, it ups the chances of a clean transverse fracture significantly.

Healing time? Around three months at best.

Pain level? To be determined.

Gravity? Fully functioning.

Floor? Incoming.

Senku braced his head as he crashed into the wet, rocky ground; the branch loudly crashed down beneath him.

What welcomed him was only the hard earth, a sharp crack, and blinding pain. Yeah, none of that was too great.

All in all, the fall lasted less than a second and wasn’t as fear inducing as a roller coaster, but the nerd had been right about guessing the Hell he just unwillingly signed up for.

A pained gasp left his shocked mouth. Good grief he’d never been in more pain in his life—and that’s saying something considering the boy has had rockets blow up in his face.

He instinctually coughed out a disbelieving laugh, unable to accept the reality of what just happened.

Stone world: 1, Senku: 0.

Closing his watering red eyes, the analyst forced his mind to ignore ignore ignore the physical pain and focus on what his options from here on out was.

He needed more information.

Could he move?

“OH—” he bit his tongue to end the profanities before they began. He wouldn’t want his little wolf friend coming back to investigate the sounds.

Senku huffed. Analysis conclusion: he couldn’t move one millimeter.

"Fantastic," he muttered dryly, voice completely hoarse.

His whole world took a swan dive within seconds and sucker-punched him in the face. Or more accurately, the knee.

Senku blinked up at the darkening gray sky through the rainstorm. His face twisted in a grimace that was one part humor and two parts agony.

"Perfect. Torrential downpour, no shelter, probably hypothermic in under an hour, given the sun setting five minutes ago...”

Both Senku’s muttering and breathing came in shallow gasps as he tried to shift again, a fresh spike of anguish tearing through his body.

"Of course it's the knee. Could've been an ankle sprain or a dislocated shoulder. But no, gotta go all out with a mobility crisis."

Senku did some core work, doing his best to sit up and make use of the quickly fading light. He needed to check for any visible damage.

And unfortunately—

“Blood,” he confirmed with his eyebrows knit tight.

He expected a hit like that against the ground was going to bust his skin open, but the sight made him uneasy. This was bad. Infection was astronomically high now.

“Wow,” Senku exhaled flopping back down from the pulsing pain. “It really hit the most inconvenient point of the entire human skeleton.”

Once again, he was smarting off to no one but himself.

“Real intelligent design, nature. Gold star,” he sardonically exhaled, passive aggression at an all time high.

The rain only worsened, further dampening his mood and drenching him to the core. It felt like a shower head had been set on the high-pressure mode and left to attack his entire body.

"Atmospheric pressure’s definitely dropped by about ten hectopascals in the last hour. Meaning lucky me gets the apocalypse-level rain early this year. Hooray,” he deadpanned up at the sky.

The boy could feel his humor slipping with each second the torturous suffering lingered. He had to move and find a way to seek shelter. He had to think, logically.

His scientific clarity would only last so long, and Senku wasn’t sure how much more he could tolerate before he succumbs to the pain and passes out.

He had to hold out. For his old man, for Taiju and Yuzuriha, for the rugrat, and for all of humanity.

"Okay, okay,” he calmed down slightly, channeling the adrenaline surge to keep his concentration.

“Assess damage again. Mobility: still zero. Pain: solid 9.6. Hypothermia onset,” he paused, feeling the brisk April winds be ruthless as they chilled his soaked self even more.

“Soon.. R-really soon.”

That was all he could bring himself to say out loud. But Senku knew the facts like the back of his hand.

Being drenched and lying in a puddle removes body heat thirty times faster than dry air. Even 10–15°C rain can strip heat rapidly, and the ground will conduct heat away from his body.

He’d be mildly hypothermic in half an hour, then moderately hypothermic in an hour and a half.

And if he stays here overnight…

Severe hypothermia is very likely. It’ll be potentially life-threatening come sunrise.

Senku wasn’t one to just take death lying down (though that seemed to be exactly what he was doing.) Time was crucial, he knew that.

But for the very literal life of him, he couldn’t get his leg to move.

It took about twenty painstaking minutes, but Senku crawled himself under a thicker nearby tree, and leaned against the trunk.

His chances of getting struck by lightning were higher now, but soaking on the forest floor’s most coveted puddle was zapping his body heat like crazy.

Shivering had started a while ago, and his drenched clothes clinging to his skin wasn’t doing him any favors, like he earlier assumed it would. Granted, he thought he would get lightly sprinkled on at most, before crawling under his primitive tent; not, well, this.

In the next ten minutes, he did all he could do to doctor the open wound. The work was slow, meticulous, and the dark had almost fully set in, making it stupidly hard to see. Still, he grit his teeth and managed to wrap it in a non-muddy piece of leather.

The adrenaline that had been briefly dulling the pain begun to wear off at the half hour mark, meaning the cold that had been pricking and biting, was now razor sharp and viciously gnawing.

And that was it, that was the best—and all—he could do. Whatever happened next was out of his numbed hands.

That realization hit him harder than he’d ever admit to the nonexistent people around him.

His thinking started to slow for the first time in eons.

Before he even realized it, another weak, bemused laugh echoed from his freezing lungs.

“Man… really thought… I had more than a month of survival in me…” he chuckled slowly, looking down at the fingers he can’t feel anymore.

A grin still hung from his lips as he tilted his head back against the tree. Senku didn’t know why it stayed there. That was just who he was.

Maybe it lingered from his hatred of getting visibly upset when things got tough—whiners are wieners and all that. Maybe he just didn’t want to frown and let himself have a pity party, because then that meant he really had given up.

The boy shrugged. Whatever. It was inconsequential and a waste of brainpower to think about.

“Sorry, Ko. Didn’t keep—keep my promise,” he shivered and looked up to the tree dropping big raindrops onto his fallen hair.

He mumbled out a laugh. “I kn-know. Pretty douche move on my part.”

‘Senku-pai Senku-pai Senku-pai!’ Ishigami remembered her accented words from the day the light struck. The ten-year-old little girl bombarded his eardrums, right after the big oaf left the science lab too.

Oh how he longed for a quiet afternoon with his gadgets and gizmos. But he understood that lovable chaos was part of having friends sometimes.

Unfortunately—she entered with that extraordinarily dumb nickname she refused to let wither and die.

Then again, even if she had, people like his dad would never let him live it down.

‘Dude, why are you at my school? Shouldn’t you be in class?’ he deadpanned at the short and choppy-haired kid.

She grinned so brightly, he was sure whatever her news was had to be exhilarating.

‘Mom picked me up because I finished my last class early and now she’s picking dad up from your teacher’s lounge, and I ran up here because,’ she heavily panted, catching her breath with a deep inhale. ‘It’s the best day ever!’

The lab coat clad boy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed as of yet, but still slightly intrigued.

‘And why is that?’

The child didn’t miss a beat.

‘WE’RE GETTING A PUPPY!’

Back then, Senku just blinked, staring into her flowery aura with a look that didn’t match her excitement one millimeter.

Frankly, he had no problem babysitting the kid for extra money. It came in exceptionally handy for the times Byakuya would ground him from using his beloved NASA credit card. (And said groundings almost always occurred after Senku’s failed machines would blow up in public parks. That costed the astronaut a small fortune every time.)

But when that kid pops up in his school life, well, she better be ready to work or he didn’t have time to converse.

He felt bad about that now.

Senku was always telling himself that science is about trial and error, and that being patient was a strong suit of his.

It was, to an extent.

But back then, he’d been so wrapped up in making that stupid gasoline concoction, he didn’t glance at the young girl another time.

‘Wowww, that’s ten billion percent amazing Yoko. I’ll create a personalized collar just for your new mutt,’ were the sarcastic words he cringed at currently.

Yoko, as he called her, was so excited she hadn’t noticed the mocking tone of his sentence, only smiling bigger and locking her inky black eyes onto the back of his head.

‘Really? You promise?!’

He scoffed, she was so much like Taiju he swore they were secretly related. But while Senku was lightly amused, he was hardly focused on her.

So he shrugged and continued tinkering on the machine atop his work counter.

‘Sure. Why not,’ he blankly stated.

A loud ‘Yay!’ sounded from her, followed by a biggg hug (she only reached his elbows) from behind the genius.

He chuckled briefly, patting her head once, maybe twice before going back to his project.

‘Uh huh. Now scram, I have to go watch two oblivious idiots confess their love for each other and try to not throw up in my mouth.’

Again, present day Senku winced at his outwardly harsh sounding words. Had he always been so condescending?

His head felt heavy, unable to cross reference that question with other memories and get a conclusive answer. But he did remember that by the time he turned around, the happy go lucky girl had bolted from the room.

Not even ten minutes later was when the petrification beam struck.

It was bone chilling to think about.

Or maybe it wasn’t the memories of his long-gone everyday life, and just the literal bone chilling temperatures around him.

He could hear his slowed labored breathing by now. It was so noisy, so disruptive. Was he actually getting agitated by his own—wait a sec.

Senku suddenly realized that noise was not coming from inside him, it was coming from beside him.

The fair-skinned boy turned a few shades paler.

He slowly turned his hazy eyes to look towards the left, and standing there, was none other than the exact wolf he had been hiding from.

‘Stay still, make yourself big. Or is that for bears? Ugh, head’s too scrambled right now.’

His brain had gotten their breathing mixed up, which was just great. He was getting foggier by the second.

This really had to be his own personal Hell for being so cold to the people close to him. Sure they all knew of his care for them, despite him hardly ever saying it.. but still.

“So… You my karmic justice or something?” Senku blandly asked the wolf, talking to the canine like he’d been talking to the monkeys ever since he woke up.

The wolf stared at him from about a centimeter away, sizing him up. He looked into Senku’s eyes for half a moment before moving on to sniffing the boy.

The black and white predator seemed less and less threatening, and more plain curious, which of course made the jumpy scientist laugh bitterly.

“Well jeez Mutt,” he spoke quietly while returning his heavy head to the bark behind him. “If I would’ve known you weren’t gonna tear my throat out I wouldn’t have climbed that damned tree.”

The wolf sniffed the kid’s injured knee, getting some blood on his snout, before jerking his head up and hightailing it out of there, leaving nothing but a bewildered Senku in his wake.

The know-it-all blinked a few times, sluggish and uneven. He stayed silent and stared into the pitch black darkness the animal ran into.

“So, I’m hallucinating now. How fun.”

Senku wasn’t sure how much time elapsed before he sighed and closed his eyes. It’s probably been close to an hour since he got his injury.

The boy sat there with his unmoving leg, critical thinking skills all but scrambled from the hypothermia. His indelibly human self wasn’t able to string together any MacGyver-level plans to save his own skin.

Senku kept drifting on and off; it gave him déjà vu from when he’d been trapped in the stone and almost lost consciousness then. At least back in that prison, it never turned him into a popsicle.

Ishigami would’ve laughed hard if he’d been aware enough to realize he was actually better off petrified.

But the absurdity of it all was lost in translation. And for better or for worse, that wasn’t the only thing that was absurd.

A wild animal leaving him completely unharmed seemed a little far fetched for the ever unlucky brat.

There were footsteps, and they were arriving fast and abruptly.

Senku's dimming eyes were half-lidded, but used all the strength they had as he traced the dark blur slicing through the sheets of rain. His glitching brain tried to process it fast: four legs, black and white fur, blue eyes.

The wolf. Of course. Seemed he was back with reinforcements. Senku could only think how that was accurate; nature was efficient like that.

"Figures," he slurred, breath fogging in the freezing mist. "Guess I’ll be.. dog chow.. after all."

But then arrived another shape. One that didn’t run like an animal in the slightest.

Boots skidded into his tunneling vision, caked in mud. Something upright, a figure, covered in a heavy rain coat. A scarf obscured the bottom half of their face, but with those wide eyes, darker than night—it was clear.

They were human.

Senku blinked harder than he had any other time in his life. He desperately tried to get those spots in his eyesight to disappear, that way he could confirm or deny one of his biggest questions: was he really alone?

‘Nope,’ the boy shut down that theory immediately. He still knew that in life or death situations, the brain can trick you into thinking you’ve been saved, when really, you’re just as stuck as you were moments ago.

‘Definitely hallucinating now.’

The girl—whether she was a mind trick, alien, or ghost—dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands flew to his face, trying to get him to look at her, but his eyes stopped being able to see, so he simply closed them. That seemed logical enough.

He was able to feel how much heat they were radiating on his face though, it immediately fought with the cold waging war against him.

She said.. something? Her mouth moved quickly, according to the warm breath on his cheek. It was definitely urgent, whatever it was. Senku couldn’t even tell if the words were in Japanese or not. It was just his brain slipping into a catatonic mode, unable to process any words from any language.

Senku couldn’t even tell if the words were in Japanese or not. Or was it just his brain slipping into a catatonic mode, unable to process any words from any language?

Oh well, he supposed that didn’t matter. His mind had long since begun to fizz out, like static over a weak, dying S.O.S. signal.

‘Guess this all had to happen someday,’ he thought numbly.

And just like that, he short-circuited.

The uncaring universe set off an E.M.P. inside his head. Every half formed plan and semi-helpful equation had been abandoned in the blackout.

Senku was unconscious.

The mysterious newcomer whispered curses under her breath at the development, using her fingers to open his eyelid and check dilation to make sure he was only asleep.

That was the case, and after checking his slowing pulse, the young woman knew there was only one thing to do.

The rain still dropped from the sky like someone was standing up in the clouds with a pressure washer.

She pulled the damp scarf down from her mouth, revealing a sharp jawline and shock-parted lips.

Two eyes burned like Polaris did every night, raking over the passed out boy.

Her voice hesitantly came out, low and shaken. All the same, it was filled with the resolve of a person who knew the pain of losing someone.

“Well...Guess I can’t leave your sodding self out here to freeze, right mate?”

Two gloved hands pulled on Senku’s arms as she leaned down. With a grunt of effort, she hoisted his torso up and over her shoulder, keeping hold of his good leg while the other hung limp.

Finally, the world’s best wolf made sure his person was ready, before running ahead, leading the way back home through the trees.

The girl with jet-black irises fearlessly turned toward the shadows of the well-known (to her) forest. They had to get to him safe, warm, shelter ASAP.

The raging storm muffled each splash they made on their run, and sometimes, they even got spoiled when a bolt of lightning lit their pathway.

It was only a ten minute walk, and an even quicker sprint.

She could do this. She could ignore the burning pain in her limbs, she’d do it happily for him—that geek-and-a-half that made such an impression on her worldview growing up.

It’d been so long, her eyes definitely teared up at some point, but the thunderstorm kindly took the initiative and washed it away.

After six hard years in the stone world, she is not a little girl anymore.

But on the bright side, it’d been a while since Yoko Yoshikawa acquired a new friend.

When her warmly lit cabin came into view, she couldn’t forget the words permanently burned into her skull, from the very first time a smirking thirteen-year-old Senku said them to her.

‘This is exhilarating—get excited!’

when people like @bloodchapell @annarobszombies @umikawa and so many more post super duper cool dr stone stories, i’m like… well dang i wanna post super duper cool dr stone stories too, and so, i’m trying to!

ANYWAYS Y’ALL HELPED INSPIRE MY BRAIN WITH YOUR PRETTY WORDS SO TY AND YAYYY, CHAPTER ONE’S DONE RAHHHH 🗣️

i don’t currently have a pinterest board/spotify playlist for yoko yet, but hopefully i will soon!

also it’s probably obvious that the title is a play on snow white (who y’know, is great with woodland creatures) but i still wanted to point it out hehehe

well, i hope you liked this chapter, in the next one you’ll really get to meet yoko (and the wolf!)

alright that’s all i got for you today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later 💙

𓃦 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𓃦

[jishthefish23]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 ✩ 𝐝𝐜𝐬𝐭

. ݁⋆. ݁⋆. ݁ ᯓ★ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑢𝑝 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠

ᯓ★ 𝑜𝑟

. ݁⋆. ݁⋆. ݁ ᯓ★ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜��𝑒𝑑

━━ ☾ 𖤓 ⚘ ✩ 「♪」 ✩ ⚘ 𖤓 ☽ ━━

♪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♪

𝟷 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝟸 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰

𝟹 ✩ 𝗼𝐡 𝗺𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬!

𝟺 ✩ 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐧𝐞

𝟻 ✩ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

𝟼 ✩ 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐈

𝟽 ✩ 𝐜𝗼𝐝𝐞: 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞

━━ ☾ 𖤓 ⚘ ✩ 「♪」 ✩ ⚘ 𖤓 ☽ ━━

𝑖'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 ꨄ

𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠_𝑎𝑛𝑑_𝐹𝑎𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑

[jishthefish23]

𝟷 ✩ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

cw: mentions of underage drinking • very brief mentions of throwing up/dealing with hangover • senku not getting paid enough for this stuff </3

third person pov • june 3rd 2019 • 12:48 pm

SUN SHONE through the glass door and the sheer green curtains covering it. Light bathed the tidied living room in a soft afternoon glow, easy enough on the eyes to sleep comfortably.

Not that Isabella really needed help with that, she was a heavy sleeper.

On the couch is where her physically exhausted body lay, unconscious to the world around her. She'd had a long night the previous day, what with her concert and the after-party following it.

The show went off without any problems, which was always appreciated by the young performer. The after-party, however.. was a slightly different story. It was also an additional reason the prima donna was so knocked out.

Keys jangled in the front door, before unlocking and allowing it to be opened. Immediately after, a younger boy let himself in, spotting the superstar spilled all over his sofa.

He sighed and shook his head. Sometimes, she was ten billion percent annoying. Luckily for her, she wasn't totally a dumb blonde, like some in the world painted her out to be. He still called her that to tease her, of course.

But really, the sixteen-year-old had simply made a few choices her older sister wouldn't approve of.

Tearing his wired red eyes away from the softly snoring girl, he moved to the kitchen and quickly concocted something he'd researched about last night.

Because if there was one thing to know about Senku Ishigami, it's his abundant knowledge. He'd always put it to use one way or another.

Though, he would roll his eyes if anyone fawned over the fact he knew his roommate would have a raging hangover today.

Given his front row seat of last night's antics, it was the most obvious thing in the world.

So to that end, he finished the rather gross elixir and waltzed over to the couch. The young scientist analyzed her passed out self, almost chuckling at the fact that Bella still resided in her sparkly concert attire from yesterday.

Senku vividly remembered how the doorknob rattled at around one in the morning. He'd been working on this mind boggling phenomenon with petrified birds, until a fidgeting noise broke him from his thoughts.

He curiously looked outside of his room, before heading to the front entrance and looking through the peephole.

And there she was—Isabella Weinberg: America's little darling, back against the second floor railing, laughing to herself.

"Never a dull moment with you, huh?" he murmured to himself while opening the door.

Immediately, this made her smile widely at him from the ground where she sat.

"Hey! Y'got the door open!" she cheered in a tone too loud for the hour it was.

Senku snickered and knelt in front of her, easily smelling the alcohol, but asking anyways, "Are you drunk, Dawn?"

Dawn: a nickname that's a play on her middle name.

Another giggle bubbled from her glossed up lips as she shook her head childishly. "Noo, Lilly and I agreed I wouldn't drink until—" hiccup, "I'm twenty!"

Senku, for good reason, didn't believe her. This moved him to eye the dolled-up (and slightly disheveled) girl from head to toe. That's when his observant irises caught the lavender colored paper sticking out of her purse.

He grabbed it and she gasped, not aware it was even planted on her. "Woah Senku! Did you just do a magic trick..?! I didn't know you knew magic..?"

He ignored her for a moment while reading the letter.

'Hello bella's friend~ this is from bella's other friend. She said you'd take care of her so I dropped her off here. Apparently she didn't realize her drinks had alcohol in them until she was already a smidge tipsy, oopsie! Anywhooo, you two have fun!'

Senku rolled his eyes after finishing the note, pushing Bel's warm forehead back with his palm as she tried to glance at the words.

And then his gaze caught the additional message at the bottom.

'P.S. she's quite the affectionate drunk, so keep yourself safe~ ꨄ'

As if on cue, she sighed and wrapped both her arms around the younger boy's neck, bringing him into a too-close-for-comfort hug.

"Senkuuu, you're so cool," Bella gushed, burying her face into his neck. "I mean—you're totally a huge nerd and it's super funny. But like, you're also just so cool."

With another small gasp—sounding as if she was Columbus discovering America—the smaller girl pulled back. Not fully though, as she put her hands on his shoulders to keep them nearly nose to nose.

"And cute!"

He was understanding, but that made him scrunch up his face more than the hug did.

"Oh, but um, Rocket Man…" She lowered her voice into a loud whisper now, cupping her lips with one hand. "When you open your mouth it makes you a liiittle scary to some people because you have like—no filter."

He blinked, face deadpan while looking at the Texas born star.

"Right, I'm the one with no filter," he sighed softly as he fought off a smile.

Another thing about Senku Ishigami: he was never good at fighting. Not without a weapon of science at his hands.

And seeing as the only thing in arms reach was the girl that'd been living with him for a few days, he rolled his eyes, smirk tugging in the corner as he pulled her to her feet.

"Come on, idiot," he snickered in that evil way he always did. "You're going to be so embarrassed tomorrow."

Senku walked the younger Weinberg sister inside with her arm over his gangly shoulder. But after a second, he realized he wasn't breaking a sweat, making his analytical mind act up when he side-eyed her.

"Jeez Bell, what diet does your manager have you on now? You weigh like two kilograms."

"Okay. So. I'm American, right? And I think I may be drunk, so," she slurred her words right before she tripped in her glittery platforms, tumbling to the ground.

Senku had tried to catch her, but she slipped through his fingers in an instant.

Groaning and laying her head back on the Ishigami's floor, Bella slung an arm over her closed eyes.

"M'too tired to use the metric thingy.. just speak American to me please," she mumbled in a slight whine.

"You mean English?"

"English? I'm not British, Gami..? But I do like their accents—oh! And their TV shows."

Senku's expression once again went deadpan as he stared dumbfounded at the girl who was literally bleeding from a cut on her lip—thanks to the fall—and yet was rattling off her favorite British series.

Doctor Who and Downton Abbey, apparently.

A heavy sigh left the unique-haired boy as he pulled out his phone to research hangover cures in a hurry.

Glancing back to the suddenly snoring starlet, his intuition told him this was just the calm before the storm.

"This is gonna be a long night."

And it was.

Given the fact that she woke up an hour later to puke was bad enough. Thankfully Senku put a bucket by the couch he'd managed to drag her onto. But then, when Bella was slightly more alert, she made him help her remove her smudged makeup.

It had to be done before it 'ruined her skin forever' as she put it, begging for his help. Only threatening Senku with smothering him in affection kicked the unorthodox boy into high gear as he wiped her makeup off.

After that, like the mouse who was given a cookie, she also asked him to get her tooth brush and bring it to her on the couch. She could take an everything shower tomorrow, but that needed to be dealt with ASAP.

He did so, because he's a deceptively decent person, but it wasn't without rolling his eyes and getting onto her. Namely for being irresponsible and not asking what the after-party's drinks were made of before consuming them.

Then finally, with some mildly embarrassing declarations of platonic love for the scientist, she passed out again.

Until now.

It was half past noon and time for a rude awakening.

Senku gently put the dark and lethal-looking drink on the coffee table, followed by picking up the two small saucepans next to the glass.

He smirked and shrugged a shoulder up to make sure his necessary earplugs were firmly in place, when finally—

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

A sharp gasp came from Bella, who instantly shot awake in shock at the eardrum-slaughtering noises.

The sudden movement caused her to fall from the couch entirely, landing on her face for the second time in twenty-four hours.

"What the—where am—?!" she stopped.

Upon pushing herself onto her knees and recognizing the familiar floor (along with the cackling laughs of a mad scientist) Bell's expression darkened.

Slowly turning her head to the teenager clutching his stomach from the fit of laughter, Bella looked deadly as the boy's beloved hydrofluoric acid.

"Senku Ishigami—I swear on my mother's grave, once I get my hearing back I'll be fixin' to ring your little neck!"

Wiping a tear from his scarlet eyes, the fifteen-year-old in question yanked the insidious mystery drink from the coffee table and shoved it in her face.

"Yeah yeah, you say that, but if you kill me now then who'll drag your sorry self to space in a few years, eh?"

Furrowed brows accompanied a suspicious look on Bella's face.

"Is that poison..? 'Cus it sure-fire looks like poison."

Senku rolled his eyes at her southern toned doubts.

"Yes, I'm going to poison one of the few people who go to science exhibits with me and understand over half of what's going on. That sounds like such a logical and beneficial idea!"

His sarcasm and fake smile were definitely off the charts with that one.

"No, you dumb blonde," he dropped the act, flicking her now normal temperature forehead. "It's a mixture of things that'll ten billion percent eliminate the hangover that I know you have."

Senku then swiped two pills off the table and put them in her hand. He finally rested his hands on his hips, a confidence she'd grown used to radiating from him.

"Pair that drink with four-hundred milligrams of ibuprofen and you'll be sure to send that hangover straight to hell," he assured darkly, making Bella look down at her open palm.

Scoffing lightly, the olivine-eyed girl glanced back up at him through her untamed bangs.

"Y'couldn't have done this without the pans, huh?" Bell chuckled, momentarily ignoring the debilitating pain in her head. "You just had to be somewhat annoying because heaven forbid you—"

"Hi, yeah, that's cool—can you chug the drink already? I mean I know you can, given your state last night," Senku cut in, snickering at his own dig.

Continuing with a pinky in his ear, he sardonically sucked in air through his teeth. "But I'm kindaaa on a time crunch here, gotta be back at school in ten minutes. Not all of us are high-school drop outs, y'know?"

"Hey! I got my G.E.D. thank you very much," the world traveler defended her early leave from formal education.

She's still very studious of course, and Senku knows that. He really likes that about her, and in fact, she was studying medical science the day they met, a little over a year ago.

But that's not going to stop him from taking jabs at her any chance he gets, no way! Where's the fun in that?

Sniffing the greenish-brown liquid, Bella had to hold back a gag as she eyed the expectant Senku.

"Do I even want to know what's in here?"

He thought about her question for a moment, holding his chin in a fake ponderous air.

"Probably not," he concluded with a shrug, before grinning mischievously and joining Bella on the floor. "But I'll tell you anyways!"

Sitting criss-crossed in front of her, Senku leaned forward to the girl who wasn't prepared for a passionate nerd spiel this soon after waking up.

"The drink is a mix of coconut water for electrolytes, spinach for magnesium, ginger for nausea relief, banana for potassium, lemon juice for detox," he rattled off, raising each finger with every new ingredient.

"Then I added honey for energy, apple cider vinegar for digestion, parsley as a diuretic, and yogurt for probiotics. It's basically a scientifically balanced hangover cure!"

He was clearly proud of his creation—disgusting as the drink sounded—so Bella could only give a resigned sigh.

As she looked back down at what might be waste product from a witch's cauldron, the southern belle shivered. "I think you forgot to add the part where you sprinkled in eye of newt, Sen."

"Oh come on, just pretend it's Dom Pérignon—which is what I'm assuming is your new favorite drink, yeah?"

He smirked as she gave him a pointed look that didn't hold any real anger.

"You're never letting me live last night down, are you?"

"You called me cute, dude," he emphasized, laughing while crossing his arms, leaning further forward with a smirk. "So no—not even if Hell froze over."

"I was afraid’a that.."

Sighing melodramatically, the folk-pop sensation took a brave and hesitant sip of it, nearly throwing up (again) after the first two drops of it breached her esophagus.

Luckily for both parties, she kept it down and was able to down the whole glass in one go.

Placing the cup on the table, Bella wiped her mouth with a scrunched up face at the disgusting drink.

"If that doesn't work I'm so sabotaging your next science project."

Senku snorted out a laugh as he rose to his feet. "Trust me, will you? By the time I get home from school you'll be good as new."

As he made his way to the front door, Isabella didn't even need to see his face to tell what expression came over him. No, his next words and tone painted the picture clearly.

"And then, we'll be pulling an all nighter to figure out why one of those petrified swallows have higher brain activity levels than the others."

He turned around after his shoes were put on, flashing one last devious grin to his roommate.

"This'll be exhilarating, you off-brand Rapunzel—get excited!"

The door shut, and a dark blonde eyebrow raised from the nickname, but for only about two seconds.

A short snicker followed, and Bella rolled her pale green eyes.

"Well ain't that rich coming from a vegetable cosplayer," she breathed out, humor lingering in the expelled carbon dioxide.

It was then, after the Scientist left, that the Star decided to scrape herself off the surprisingly comfortable floor.

As Bells pushed herself up, she decided if she'd passed out here in a drunken haze, that her neck wouldn't have been in much pain.

Although— "Son of a one-legged armadillo! What did I do to my knees?!"

They both had one big square bandage over them. 'Oh,' she thought, looking down at the flooring. 'Didn't I fall on my face last night?'

"Asinine carpet burn.." Bell pouted, sitting on the couch and examining her covered kneecaps. It looked like Senku must've doctored them up.

A knowing grin crept onto her lips for a moment, thinking how he may call her less than flattering nicknames, but at least he shows that he still cares by—

"Wait a second," Bella's brows furrowed as she stood up to look in the mirror hanging above the couch.

Two sage irises widened, seeing a small butterfly style bandage on her busted lip from the night prior.

"Huh, he touched my lips while I was passed out?" she thought aloud, staring at the material before chuckling slightly.

"Eh," the teenager shrugged, unbothered as she plopped back on the couch.

'He's Senku, that nerd's probably never been kissed and couldn't be happier about it. He definitely didn't do anything while I was unconscious.'

Bella then evilly chuckled to herself, rolling over onto the sofa for nap part two. 'And if I find out he did do something, I'll show him exactly what we do to smarmy weasels in Texas.'

Oh, and by the way, if there's one thing to know about Isabella Weinberg?

She goes by Bella, and her middle name is Donna.

So, when necessary, she can be just as pretty and all the more poisonous than deadly nightshade itself.

But we'll digress for now; more on Ms. Belladonna later.

12:59 pm • june 3rd 2019 • to be continued

. ☾ 。.・✩・. 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬・✩・゜・☽ .

hello and welcome! my name's logan, nice to meetcha <3

this is my first time writing for dr stone since 2021, and with season 4 in progress, i have to admit the hyper fixation is back and defffinitely stronger than before, so buckle up!

i have sooo much planned, (already evil giggling) i really am exhilarated AND excited

anywho, hopefully this first chapter was fun and this book will be something y'all will enjoy ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

lastly, here is the story's pinterest board and spotify playlist for anyone interested

alrighty that's all i got for everyone today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

♪ 2902 words, end of chapter ♪

[jishthefish23]

☆ UPCOMING STORY SNEAK PEEKS ☆

story 1: midnight rain

midnight: it was a noun to some, simply meaning the middle period of night. but to a little girl, it was her mother's hero name.

gifted a strong quirk hailing from her father's side, and a stronger personality from midnight herself, that little girl grows into the strongest storms you pray to only see in your nightmares.

and yet, like both her parents, she looks like a daydream all the same.

though, it didn’t start out like that; in fact, at the start, nemuri wasn’t sure if she even could raise a child herself.

and she couldn’t.

but with the help of her two well-meaning, slightly idiotic friends, the task seemed just a bit less daunting.

story 2: cowboy like me

a young con artist, the best of her kind, gets a job when a fellow con man introduces her to a villain in need of her deception skills.

the job requirements? infiltrate UA and weasel her way into shoto todoroki—as well as his family's—life.

for a year and a half.

it was a long con, and she was never a fan of those. especially when the chances of being caught by the number two hero were astronomically high.

but when the criminal dropped a stolen and stuffed moneybag at her feet? of course he became her newest employer.

the girl may as well have been walking into a burning lions den. still, she’d obviously bring her A-game and not rest until every last one of them was completely fooled.

forever is the sweetest con, right?

story 3: clara bow

the general public had their doubts about the H.P.S.C. and a small few had the guts to voice it. one day, the words caught flame and began to negatively sway opinions of the organization.

the president knew she had to act quickly to maintain their pristine image of innocence. and what better way to convey that, than with a bright-eyed poster child?

now, she wouldn't use hawks for this; his big hero debut was already scheduled for his eighteenth birthday.

instead, enter project: poseidon.

it all started with the adoption of a five year old who gained her quirk and lost her father—a dear member of the H.P.S.C.—in the same night. what seemed like kindness, was only twisted preservation of the status quo.

but hey, what do you know? the media is a sorry sucker for motherly madam president and her abundant, charitable heart.

the whole country watched the young profitable girl at the woman’s side, raised in the dazzling, blinding spotlight.

and wow.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

AND THAT'S THE NEW IDEASSSS !! >:3

yes they're all taylor themed, sorry if you don't like her, but i'll respect those opinions. pls show the same courtesy, otherwiseeee

*cutely blocks you ! ☆〜 (ゝ。∂)*

ANYWAYS LMK IF YOU HAD A FAVORITE ONE THAT YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF !! IT WOULD HELP ME KNOW WHAT TO POST FIRST BC I'M INDECISIVE AS HECKKKK :)))

okie bye hehehe <333

[jishthefish23]

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYINNNNN 🗣️🗣️🗣️ i literally have him as my oc’s best friend bc HE’S SO UNDERRATED??? LAUGHING RIGHT IN THE VILLAINS FACES AND LOOKING CRAZIER THAN THE THEM??? HELLO??? iconic. it’s just iconic. more heroes needed to act like neito monoma thank you goodnight.

I feel like Monoma is way too underrated like do yall realize that without him the entire plot against AFO would have fallen apart and instead of panicking and stressing over it he was CACKLING LIKE A MANIAC THE WHOLE WAY AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS FREAKIN LIFE

maybe this is the hill I’ll die on NEITO WAS GREAT OKAY THERE I SAID IT MAYBE HE WAS ON TO SOMETHIN CALLIN CLASS 1-A OVERRATED (even tho we all know he was just saying it bc he didn’t get in XD)

idk just a thought cos I was watching it with my sister and she was talkin shit the whole time he was on screen 🥲

[jishthefish23]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ❅-ˏ❄︎ˋ⋆ 𝘸 𝘦 𝘭 𝘤 𝘰 𝘮 𝘦 𝘪 𝘯 .ᐟ ⋆ˊ❄︎ˎ-❅

❅-ˏ❄︎ˋ⋆ 𝘺 𝘰 𝘶 ' 𝘷 𝘦 𝘨 𝘰 𝘵 𝘮 𝘢 𝘪 𝘭 .ᐟ ⋆ˊ❄︎ˎ-❅ 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

❅ hello! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

❄︎ i’m logan, your average 8teen year old girl who writes about the silly little worlds in her head, and hopes you’ll like some of them :)

❅ dr stone and my hero academia centered blog! but you can find other things i’m down to write for in the ‘request rules’ section :3

❄︎ FEEL FREE TO SEND SFW REQUESTS ^-^

writing masterlist .ᐟ ⋆ . * ❄︎

request rules .ᐟ ⋆ . * ❄︎

about me .ᐟ ⋆ . * ❄︎

my art .ᐟ ⋆ . * ❄︎

𝘪 𝘵 ' 𝘴 𝘤 𝘰 𝘭 𝘥 𝘰 𝘶 𝘵 𝘵 𝘩 𝘦 𝘳 𝘦 ,

𝘴 𝘰 𝘴 𝘵 𝘢 𝘺 𝘢 𝘸 𝘩 𝘪 𝘭 𝘦 .ᐟ

✦ * .·:·. ⋆ ✧ ❄︎ ❅ ❄︎ ✧ ⋆ .·:·. * ✦

alrighty that's all i got for everyone today! stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

ℒℴ𝓋ℯ, ℒℴℊ𝒶𝓃 ❦

[jishthefish23]

💌 𝘞 𝘙 𝘐 𝘛 𝘐 𝘕 𝘎 𝘔 𝘈 𝘚 𝘛 𝘌 𝘙 𝘓 𝘐 𝘚 𝘛 💌

🌸 🎀 𝘖 𝘗 𝘌 𝘕 ! 🎟️ 🩷

💌 fic series!

mha — glowing eyes

mha — AMBER ALERT

dr stone — NIGHTSHADE

dr stone — stone white

💌 requests!

— challenge accepted

💌 story sneak peeks!

mha — midnight rain / cowboy like me / clara bow

[jishthefish23]

𝘳 𝘦 𝘲 𝘶 𝘴 𝘵 𝘳 𝘶 𝘭 𝘦 𝘴 !

don’t ask for:

anything nsfw. it will be deleted immediately and you’ll probably get blocked bc i am not comfortable with it, and you didn’t respect my boundaries </3

with that said!

i do write things containing:

typical canon violence, blood, tense battle scenes, tragic backstories, mental illnesses like depression, panic attacks, general angst, but also tooth rooting fLUUFFF, romantic relationships, and a tinyyy bit of smooching is alright (but i’m watching you so don’t be gross 🫵🤨)

feel free to request:

SMAU’s

oneshots

headcannons

random thoughts you wanna yap about

characters i love writing for !

platonic or romantic:

mha — izuku midoriya, touya todoroki, keigo takami (but i’ll write for most of the guys since i like the majority of the cast!)

dr stone — senku, gen, tsukasa, ryusui, ukyo, hyoga, moz (i can fix him, no really i can!! 🙂‍↕️) xeno, stanley, so pretty much the majority of the dudes LOL

in a parent/sibling/guardian way:

mha — shota aizawa, nemuri kayama, hizashi yamada, toshinori yagi, emi fukukado, enji todoroki *mostly meaning endeavor as a parent bc the family drama is just too good (◞‸◟)

dr stone — byakuya, lillian, xeno, stanley (dad or big brother stan is such a fun concept to me pls)

i like writing stories where the mc is a canon-character’s-relative, i just think it’s fun :3 so if you have any ideas for that genre, def send it in!

any requests with these characters are extraaa welcome, but i still like other main and side characters so i’ll most likely write for them if requested <3

now, if you want to request something from another series, here is my complete list that I’ll write for! (and the ones with hearts are ones i especially love and wanna write abt hehe)

FINISHED/CAUGHT UP WITH:

voltron (ik it’s not an anime but it still counts!) ❦

vigilantes (mha’s prequel manga/anime) ❦

assassination classroom ❦

the promised neverland ❦

apothecary diaries ❦

horimiya

look back

bunny girl senpai

darling in the franxx

classroom of the elite

too many losing heroines

quintessential quintuplets

IN PROGRESS OF WATCHING:

haikyuu!! ❦

spy x family ❦

moriarty the patriot

insomniacs after school

case file nº221: kabukicho

snow white with the red hair ❦

bottom tier character tomozaki

well that’s it! tl:dr, pls send in your big brained ideas ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

love, logan <3

[jishthefish23]

𝘈 𝘉 𝘖 𝘜 𝘛 𝘔 𝘌 !

❄︎ hi hi hiiii :D

❅ as stated in the navigation, you can call me logan :) i’m eighteen, and here’s some of my lore so far!

❄︎ my fav color is purple, i digitally draw on occasion, i cosplay and go to cons with my right hand man (my dad), and i loooove writing >:3

❅ i’ve been writing stories since 2020, and posting since 2021! but tbh i’m only just recently starting to feel more confident/happy with my writing

❄︎ i’m currently acting as an editor for my brother’s first original story, and it’s been so fun! will definitely be linking it here when he posts it (๑>◡<๑)

❅ i also love writing music/songs, and taught myself to play ukulele and (acoustic + electric) guitar!

❅ sometimes i write and sing songs for my characters which is probs nerdy but idc! it’s actually so fun to be able to make my own soundtrack for them ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

❄︎ some of my big likes include: • anime/manga • the sonic franchise • concerts • twenty one pilots • karaoke • dutch bros • fall/winter • kamojis and emojis • when people comment on my writing <333

❅ some of my big dislikes: • seafood.. the texture is nauseating to me :( • really hot weather for months on end • negative soul draining people like get that out of my space i’m trying to be happy here? </3

❄︎ final notes! i do have some mental and physical health conditions so if i disappear for a second, i’m probably just goin thru a bad week (；ω；) but writing helps me work through a lot of my issues, so i’ll do my best to snap back asap :3

alrighty that's all i got for everyone today, stay safe, stay street, and i'll catch you later <3

-love, logan ❦

[jishthefish23]

𝘔 𝘠 𝘈 𝘙 𝘛 !

a collection of my wannabe art <3 (newest works are put at the top)

— UA uniform tomi

— the next gen dumbigos

— ito rii rān, various

— sorano shirakumo, various

[jishthefish23]

𝘚 𝘖 𝘙 𝘈 𝘕 𝘖 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘙 𝘈 𝘒 𝘜 𝘔 𝘖

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

art of my oc from a story that has been placed back into the drafts due to poor writing </3

credits: me anddd pinterest for the references

I NEED TO REWRITE HER STORY FR（；＿；）

the basic premise of it, was that sora is oboro’s younger sister, but after he died, his parents were too grieved to take care of her properly, and whomp whomp! she ends up in aizawa’s custody

it mayyy have been cliche but there was definitely a good plot line in there at some point, plus aizawa being a dad content is always a plus to me :3

idk if anyone’s interested but i might revamp it for tumblr ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

p.s. she’s best friends with denki and is lowkey a vigilante OKAY BYE

[jishthefish23]

𝘐 𝘛 𝘖 𝘙 𝘐 𝘐 𝘙 𝘈 𝘕

⚠︎︎ ⚠︎︎ ⚠︎︎

art of my oc from my story amber alert <3

credits: me anddd pinterest for the references/backgrounds

brooo i haven’t drawn her since like, 2023? some of these drawings make me cringe a tiny bit, since i think hope that i’m at least a little better at drawing now

but i’m still glad i made these! she was always so fun to draw and i really miss her, so here’s an art dump for yall :,)

p.s. she may or may not be a pizza delivery girl that uses a gun to help rescue midoriya after seeing his name on an amber alert OKAY BYE!

[jishthefish23]

𝘏 𝘐 𝘛 𝘖 𝘔 𝘐 𝘚 𝘏 𝘐 𝘕 𝘚 𝘖

☹︎ ☹︎ ☹︎

art of my oc from my story glowing eyes <3

credits: me anddd pinterest for the background reference

update! she got her hair bleached ☆〜（ゝ。∂）(she’s mentally unstable and will be changing it again at the next minor inconvenience)

anyways UA uniform tomi <333 btw i defff picture her voice sounding like mai from atla

ALSO i am totally open to hero name suggestions if anyone has one! i have a few ideas but none that i’m crazy abt yet :,)