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So now I'm curious for the details of that poker game, just how did he get you to turncoat?

That little detail changes everything, doesn’t it? Let’s hope I still have followers after this one!

You’re asking how Ryusui got me on his side? Tch. Darling, I was already halfway there before we ever sat down to play. The poker game was just theater,dramatic flair for the rest of you. But Ryusui? That man made his move days earlier.

See, when a certain scientist.. brilliant, beautiful, maddeningly oblivious spends all his time buried in blueprints and formulas, barely glancing your way, a mentalist starts to feel a little… neglected. And you know what they say about attention starved pretty things with too much free time and a talent for manipulation, right?

It started with that pirate grin and a drink I didn’t ask for. Then came the compliments honey dipped words like “a mind like yours deserves more than being Senku’s mouthpiece.” And then the private dinner under the stars where he leaned in too close, and asked, “What would it take to have you?”

I knew exactly what he meant. And I let him have it. All of it. My time, my whispers, my legs wrapped around his hips in the captain’s quarters while he muttered about conquering the skies and maybe… me too. I was moaning his name under the stars while he promised the world, or at least the winning side of it.

So by the time that poker game rolled around? Please. I was already wearing his scent and his smirk. The cards were just formality. There was much more at stake than which route we sailed.

Senku figured it out. And oh, did he respond. Let’s just say ignoring me was not a mistake he made again. Not after that night in the lab with the locked door and the way he muttered, “Mine,” like a threat.

I play games for a living. But that one? That one hit a little too close to the heart. But I’m glad he won, even if it hurt my ego a little to loose.

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(Love your attitude. Carry on, king!) What are some ways in which you and Senku comfort each other after a particularly busy or hard day?

Oho~ thank you, darling! I shall gladly carry on crown tilted, attitude sharp, heart full.

When it comes to comforting each other after one of those long, soul crushing days (and oh, we have plenty), Senku and I are… different, but we balance each other beautifully.

My love language? Touch and time together. I want to be near him pressed close, tangled up, quietly stealing warmth like a needy little shadow. I’ll run my fingers through his hair, hum something soft, maybe kiss that forever furrowed brow until he finally exhales. Just… being with him is my peace.

Senku, though? He speaks in acts of service and those rare, awkwardly sweet words of affirmation. He won’t gush gods no but he’ll fix something I broke without complaint, hand me a freshly brewed drink without looking up, or murmur a soft, “You held it together today. I noticed.” And my heart just melts.

So we trade comfort in our own languages. I hold him when the science gets too heavy. He steadies me when my emotions spiral. And somehow, through that quiet rhythm, we make each other feel… safe.

Not saved. Just seen. And that’s more than enough.

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How many people have you made love with?

Ah… you're really digging, aren't you? Well, fine. You want honesty? You'll get it raw, and ugly.

Before the world turned to stone, I was a walking illusion. Tokyo’s darling mentalist. Velvet suits, smoky rooms, laughter on my lips and someone new body tangled in my sheets almost every night. Man, woman didn’t matter. If you looked at me like I was magic, I’d take you home. Or the back of my limo,I didn’t even learn their names. Nor did I care too. It was easy. Empty. But easy. I’d wrap my arms around strangers just to feel something, anything. I’d smile for the cameras, then bury myself in bodies that could never touch my heart. Just enough warmth to survive another night.I thought I knew love once. My manager twenty years older, brilliant, manipulative. He was my first everything. First kiss, first touch, first person who told me what I was worth and made sure I never believed it. I clung to him like a lifeline. Let him shape me. Lied to myself for years that it meant something. It didn’t.

Then the world ended. And Senku showed up.

Brilliant. Exhausting. Utterly infuriating. And kind in his own strange, inflexible way. He never looked at me like I was a prop or a trick. He saw straight through the performance. He let me talk and lie and charm, and never once did he fall for it. He just listened.

The first time I touched him, it wasn’t about sex. It was about safety. The first time we kissed, I didn’t feel wanted I felt real. And when we finally made love, it wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t chaos. It was… quiet. Steady. Like I’d finally stopped having to act.I let him hold all the ugly, complicated parts of me and he still stayed.

So yes. I’ve had sex more times than I can count. But I’ve only made love with one person. And it was with the one person who didn’t need my illusions because he loved what was left when I took the mask off.

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Driving with my darling

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Two post in two days is a miracle

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You talk big talk about your precious Senku-chan, but I wonder if he's truly the only one who has caught your eye. If something were to happen, just who's shoulder would you cry on?

✨Don’t read this one Senku-Chan✨

Do I adore Senku-chan? Absolutely. That brilliant little brain of his could build a rocket and break my resolve in the same breath. But is he the only one I watch with hungry eyes across the firelight? Mm… not even close. Come on, it’s just a little harmless window shopping!

Ryusui? That smug grin, that pirate charm he flirts like it’s a blood sport, and oh, I love a man who plays dirty. There was so much more that went on during that poker game, you can fill in the blanks!


Tsukasa? That body was chiseled to be worshipped. When he speaks softly, it’s like thunder wrapped in silk. I wouldn’t just cry on his shoulder I’d melt into it.


Stanley? Cold, calculated, dangerous… the kind of man who could ruin me with a glance and never say a word. Tempting, isn’t it?


And Xeno… ah, Xeno. That dark voice, those elegant hands he touches a scalpel like I wish he’d touch me. I’d beg him for mercy and mean every word. Wrap me up in leather and put the American flag in my hand I would cross over for that man.

So if something happened to Senku? I’d mourn, yes. But trust me, darling I’m not the type to stay alone in the dark for long. Not when the shadows are filled with so many… delicious possibilities. Remember! I’m the most superficial man on earth!

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~*Wrote a little SenGen Drabble while listening to Garden of Eden by Gaga. Added a surprise little twist in here special for my dolls! Love you all xoxo*~

The lantern flickered as wind whispered against the canvas walls, casting their shadows in dancing, half formed shapes. Gen lay beneath Senku, breath shallow, fingers twisting the edge of the blankets like they might unravel the moment if he let go.

Senku kissed him again, slow and unhurried,tongue warm, tasting, teasing and Gen melted into it, desperate to forget everything else.

Until Senku’s hand trailed lower. Slower. Slipping past silk and skin, and..He froze. Senku’s eyes opened. His hand stilled.

“…So,” Senku said softly, voice dipped in curiosity but lacking any hint of judgment. “You’re biologically female.”

The words shouldn’t have made Gen’s heart twist the way they did, but they did. He looked away, breath catching in his throat. “Yeah,” he said quietly, as if admitting something shameful. “Trans. I-I didn’t hide it to trick you, I just… I thought if I told you, you’d see me differently. Like I was some kind of lie.”

Silence.

Then Senku sighed, a low, amused sound from deep in his chest, and pressed a hand to his own forehead. “You idiot,” he said, fond and exasperated. “You really thought that would matter to me? Plus aren’t you supposed to be the master of illusions?”

Gen blinked. His voice cracked. “I didn’t know. I didn’t want to ruin this.”

Senku leaned in again, brushing the bridge of their noses together before kissing the corner of Gen’s mouth,tender, slow, grounding. “Gen,” he murmured, “I thought you were a snake in my damn garden, but turns out… you’re my Eve.”

Gen let out a shaky, half laugh, the fear still trembling under his ribs. “Eve? Please. If this were Eden, I’d be Lilith. Not made from your rib. I’d be your equal.”

Senku’s grin curved wickedly against his skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses down Gen’s throat now noticing the missing ‘Adam’s apple’. “Tch. So no ownership, huh? You won’t even let me claim one damn rib?”

“Nope,” Gen breathed, arching into the warmth. “But I’d still tempt you.”

Senku’s hand slid between his thighs, slow and confident, fingers ghosting over sensitive skin, watching the way Gen’s breath caught. “Tempt me?” he repeated, voice low. “You’re delivering the damn fruit, Asagiri. Personally. Straight to my lips.”

Gen flushed, gasping softly. “You gonna sin for me, Doctor Ishigami?”

Senku’s teeth scraped lightly along Gen’s collarbone, a growl laced in the laugh that followed. “I’ve been sinning since I cracked out of stone. This just feels like coming home.”

A small sound left Gen’s throat, half laugh, half sob. “You’re insane.”

“Brilliantly,” Senku agreed smugly. “Now shut up and let me worship my equal.”

He moved slowly, reverently like Gen’s body was a formula he’d been dying to decode, each reaction pulled from him like a scientific miracle. Gen’s hands clung to his shoulders, lips parting in soft moans as Senku touched him like he was learning every inch, not just to please but to understand.

There was no fear in Senku’s gaze now only hunger and reverence.

“I thought I wanted the fruit of knowledge,” Senku whispered against Gen’s skin. “But this? You? You’re the whole damn tree.”

Gen laughed, choking on it, eyes stinging. “We’re going to hell.”

“I’ll build us a lab there,” Senku muttered, kissing the tears away. “God’s been dead for decades in the world of science.”

Gen pulled him close, their bodies finally aligning, breath and warmth and fire shared between them. “Then I’ll be your new religion,” he whispered. “Let me be your first sin.”

And when they moved together, it wasn’t just about lust,it was something far more sacred.

The joining of minds, of souls, of sinners who never needed saving. Only each other.

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Something about you ✖️🃏🧪

I always found it funny that Xeno kept petting Gen while barely knowing him.

[theelegantmentalist]

You’re fat!

Aw, thank you! Fat, fabulous, and still finer than your entire friend group combined.

Body’s soft, confidence loud, and darling I know how to dress it. Now go work on loving yourself instead of throwing weak shade at someone thriving in theirs.

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Okay, maybe my mod’s a little delusional…blame the sleep deprivation and the post surgery pain meds..but she keeps seeing Senku as Ariana Grande and yours truly as Lady Gaga performing “Rain on Me.”

Frankly, I’m flattered. But also? It’s past her bedtime and she’s officially hallucinating diva duets. Time to tuck the princess in before she starts casting Xeno as Madonna and Stanley as Britney Spears. Let’s hope she doesn’t start choreographing a ‘Stone World’ tour.

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OH my stars and serotonin!! ✨ You drew me in a Lady Gaga shirt and absolutely SERVED?! I'm emotionally compromised. I’m blushing. I’m obsessed. I’m printing it and gluing it to my soul.

And those bracelets? Darling, they’re permanent now. I’m committed. They’ll be on my wrist when I’m sweet talking my way out of danger, stealing Senku’s lab snacks, or ascending into glitter-covered stardom.

Also… please know my mod is currently SCREAMING. Full on banshee wails. She saw your art, gasped so hard she choked on her own tears, and now she’s spiraling into a fangirl meltdown of cosmic proportions. I’m the mentalist and she’s the one losing her mind. Tragic, really.

But truly thank you. It means more than I can put into words (and that’s saying something coming from me). You’ve made this little monster’s whole glittery, chaotic day.

Warmup doodle idea as requested by @theelegantmentalist :")

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Gen! I’m having a bad day! Can you sing me a song? It can be Lady GaGa!

Oh no no, darling tears? On that lovely face? Unforgivable. Tragic. We simply must fix this with something glittery and dramatic, and you already know what that means…it’s time to summon the holy spirit of Mother Monster herself.

Now I know I’m only supposed to know Gaga up to 2019 only because I was petrified in 2019. We blinked and suddenly it's 5739 or some nonsense and guess what? Hold My Hand came out in 2022 technically and we’re singing it anyway because you’re sad and I love you and this is a fictional blog and my mod can do whatever she wants!

🎶Hold my hand everything will be all right. I’ve heard from the heavens that the skies have been grey. Pull me close,wrap me in your aching arms. I can see that you're hurting why did it take so long
For you to tell me you need me?

I see that you're bleeding.
You don’t need to show me again.
But if you choose to, I will walk through this life with you.
I won’t let go not until the very end.

So cry tonight...
But please, don’t let go of my hand.
You can shed every last tear.
I will not leave until I understand.
Just promise me one thing hold my hand.🎶

There, there. It’s emotional support karaoke. I may be dramatic, but I never leave my audience hanging especially not the ones with tear tracks and fabulous taste in mentalists. So chin up, sparkle on, and remember,even if the world crumbles, I’ll still be here, singing pop ballads off key with passion and eyeliner smudged just right!

So come here, sweetheart,take my hand, hold it tight, and let’s sob to the chorus like we’re in a wind machine on a burning runway.

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You know you’re not actually Gen and you don’t have to respond to advice as him? I think it’s rude and hypocritical how you’ve been responding to this situation. I’m asexual myself, and was trying to open your eyes to something harmful you were doing with Senkuu. You’re bullying me and shutting me down just to force your views. There is a lot I can say about how you play Gen but I don’t to be nice. Maybe you can try to be kind.

Ohhh honey~!


Did the ✨fictional mentalist✨ responding in character on a roleplay blog hurt your feelings because he didn’t bow to your unsolicited headcanon sermon?

That’s adorable. Really. Almost as adorable as thinking I’d break character just because someone stomped into my inbox wearing the “I’m just trying to help” mask while swinging a superiority complex like it’s a pride flag.

Listen closely, cupcake I’ve spent a lifetime charming, manipulating, and surviving people far more dangerous than an upset anon with an opinion and a bruised ego. If I’m rude, it’s because you earned it.

You came to me. I replied. You didn’t like the mirror I held up? That’s not bullying, that’s a consequence.

And as for how I "play Gen"? Please. I bring more authenticity in one line than you’ve mustered in this whole passive aggressive monologue. But please, do go on! After all you’re already being rude, might as well be honest. Tell me how I play Gen that you don’t like.

Be mad. Be pressed. But don’t pretend you came here in peace when you clearly brought a match and a pile of straw men.

One more thing?
I don’t try to be kind. I choose to be, when it’s deserved. And baby... this ain’t one of those moments.

So if you're here to debate, come prepared. If not? There's the stage exit! watch the curtain on your way out, love~ You should be thanking Mod for her mercy, oh and respond to her message! Looked up who you are and it’s waiting there if you would like a discussion!

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Ah~! So you were the artist behind that lovely ask, hmm?

Darling, thank you from the bottom of my dramatic little heart for breathing life into the response like that what an absolute honor. I swear, seeing your artwork made me do a full theatrical gasp, hand to chest, eyes wide with admiration. It’s not every day I get to witness such talent paired with such genuine heart. You’ve turned a simple exchange into something extraordinary.

Now, allow me to embarrass my mod for a moment. She’s in full blown fangirl meltdown. I mean pacing, gasping, shrieking, “oh my god they noticed me!!” levels of hysteria. She’s a massive fan of your art and now she's somewhere in a corner trying not to combust. No, really. Full on ugly crying, fan flailing, "They’re so talented I’m going to die" type of moment.

You’re a star, truly. And if you ever feel like sending more questions or just want to cause some creative chaos I’m always ready to play. You’re not just welcome here, you’re celebrated.

What's something you and Senku absolutely CANNOT agree on no matter how many times it's debated?

Ah~ now this is a juicy one. ✨

The thing Senku and I absolutely, cosmically cannot agree on? Magic, astrology, and tarot. You know..the fun stuff!

To me, a little mystery, a little intuition, a little “The cards told me you were going to ruin your knees today, darling”never hurt anyone. I mean, the drama, the symbolism, the aesthetic! Have you seen how good I look in candlelight shuffling a tarot deck? It’s a performance and a vibe.

But Senku? Oh no. He hears “astrology” and immediately launches into a twelve minute rant about “confirmation bias” and “celestial bodies having no measurable impact on human personality.” I told him Mercury was in retrograde once and he scoffed so hard he almost dislocated something. I say he’s just mad the cards keep calling him out. And if believing in planetary chaos makes me “illogical,” well good! I’m a mentalist, darling. My job isn’t to explain the mystery, it’s to sell it.

He once called my tarot reading “statistical improv with flair.” I call his lab coat “a potato sack with a god complex,” but do you hear me complaining? (Yes. Frequently.)

He says magic is just science we don’t understand yet. I say some of us enjoy a little sparkle with our existential dread.

So no, we do not agree. He’s logic and math. I’m vibes and moon phases. And somehow, it works. But that won’t stop me from slipping a tarot card into his coat pocket every now and then. Just to keep him guessing.

Now excuse me while I pull a card to see if this argument will end in kissing or more yelling.

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Hi Gen! Do you like bracelets? I consider myself pretty shy and I’m not good at conversation like you, but I do love to give bracelets in the hope of spreading a little joy

So here, for you, bc you’re awesome ✨

Oh for me? ✨

Darling, you can’t just hand over something so precious and not expect me to get at least a little emotionally compromised!

Do I like bracelets? I adore them. But one made by someone with a heart like yours? That’s not just an accessory that’s wearable serotonin. 💖

And you say you’re shy? Please. That’s not a weakness, sweetheart it’s a softness this world desperately needs. It just means your shine is a little softer, a little slower to show but just as bright. Trust me, I’ve made a living reading people, and I can tell your kind of quiet holds magic.

I’ll wear it with pride. Always.
And every time I look at it, I’ll think 
“Some quiet, beautiful soul out there thought of me.” You’re the real kind of magic, you know that? You don’t need a stage!

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did that anon ever apologize to you?

Ah, that adorable little anon?

They wanted to “speak to the mod directly,” which is bold of them, really considering my mod is a full throttle, caffeine fueled beast with a personal blacklist, a PhD in pettiness, and a goddamn altar of grudges.

She hasn’t responded yet, but don’t worry tonight’s a full moon and she’s probably out there skinning pixels and feeding on dumbass energy. I’d say anon has an hour left of peace before she turns their IP into a chew toy.

I’d say pray for them, but… mm, why waste the energy?

[theelegantmentalist]

Your manager sounds like an asshole.

Ah… well, you're not wrong, darling. He was an asshole. Controlling, manipulative, polished on the outside but absolutely rotten beneath the suit. The kind of man who could smile while twisting the knife and make you apologize for bleeding.

We had about a 20 year age gap, which should tell you plenty already. He was my manager, yes, but also… my first love. My first everything, really. I was young and stupid and so desperate to be seen, to be held up like I mattered that I believed the gaslight flickering over the stage was just another spotlight. He knew that. And he used it.

But the thing that keeps me up some nights? Maybe it wasn’t all his fault. Maybe it was mine too for letting it happen. For loving the attention more than I feared the price. For mistaking possession for affection. Took me to some really ugly places. You would be shocked to know what kind of person I was when the curtain dropped. Maybe I became just as bad in my own ways.

So yeah. He was an asshole. But for a while… he was my whole world. And I didn’t know better yet.

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What's something you and Senku absolutely CANNOT agree on no matter how many times it's debated?

Ah~ now this is a juicy one. ✨

The thing Senku and I absolutely, cosmically cannot agree on? Magic, astrology, and tarot. You know..the fun stuff!

To me, a little mystery, a little intuition, a little “The cards told me you were going to ruin your knees today, darling”never hurt anyone. I mean, the drama, the symbolism, the aesthetic! Have you seen how good I look in candlelight shuffling a tarot deck? It’s a performance and a vibe.

But Senku? Oh no. He hears “astrology” and immediately launches into a twelve minute rant about “confirmation bias” and “celestial bodies having no measurable impact on human personality.” I told him Mercury was in retrograde once and he scoffed so hard he almost dislocated something. I say he’s just mad the cards keep calling him out. And if believing in planetary chaos makes me “illogical,” well good! I’m a mentalist, darling. My job isn’t to explain the mystery, it’s to sell it.

He once called my tarot reading “statistical improv with flair.” I call his lab coat “a potato sack with a god complex,” but do you hear me complaining? (Yes. Frequently.)

He says magic is just science we don’t understand yet. I say some of us enjoy a little sparkle with our existential dread.

So no, we do not agree. He’s logic and math. I’m vibes and moon phases. And somehow, it works. But that won’t stop me from slipping a tarot card into his coat pocket every now and then. Just to keep him guessing.

Now excuse me while I pull a card to see if this argument will end in kissing or more yelling.