#dr. stone chalk

[whosyourfavevoicedby-polls]

[shysheeperz]

[mechadeimos]

[staravyz]

︖﹖ㅤㅤMelatonin

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❕️ㅤclick4rules—4masterlist

ㅤㅤ🔭ㅤㅤ—ㅤ(Dr. Stone) Ishigami Senku x gn!reader

ㅤ﹑tags ... fluff/small fic/insomniac!reader/sfw/they/them prns used/teacher!reader/3rd person fic/definitely ooc/wrote at 3 am/probably corny/implied r-r-r-r-r-romance.../senku is bad at feelings/i'm bad at writing fanfics/first actual finished fic/partly proofread

ㅤ౨ৎㅤ—ㅤa/n﹕as a tragic victim of insomnia, i would like to present this funny little fic about senku reinventing a melatonin alternative for reader just to find that his company makes for a good enough sleep drug for them ^_^

ㅤi projected my overthinking onto senku way too much here

ㅤOn the makeshift chalkboard with a makeshift chalk—Senku finished drawing out the roadmap for a melatonin drug.

ㅤEven long before the petrification, Y/N was diagnosed with insomnia and occassionally took melatonin when nothing else was cutting it.

ㅤFinding a temporary solution to their insomnia shouldn't have been such a high priority as it was, but Senku wasn't blind. After spending what felt like half of his life with Y/N, he could tell when sleep was becoming a bothersome topic to discuss again.

ㅤIt shouldn't have been as high of a priority, then again—if Senku were to lose his prized science partner to something as trivial as a little bit (a lot) of sleep deprivation, production would significantly slow down. For a reason unbeknownst to the others in the Kingdom of Science, Senku could not afford such a case.

ㅤAnd so, here goes another science project speedrun!

ㅤFirst Task: Obtain valerian root.

—ㅤNo, melatonin cannot actually be reinvented in the Stone Age. Do you have any idea how difficult it would be to figure that out???? Instead, we utilize the traditional medicines made from natural herbs that have similar effects as modern day drugs!

ㅤThe roadmap was... actually short? After being intimidated to death by Senku and Y/N's overcomplicated plans, the Kingdom of Science had collectively developed a fear of the faint mention of a roadmap. This is a miracle.

ㅤSuika raised her hand, as taught by Y/N in her teaching lessons. "What is... ka-no-ko-so..?" she pronouced each syllable of the word, hesitance in her voice.

ㅤJapanese literacy is one of many vital pieces of the modern world that should be brought back to the stone age. Y/N had been in charge of teaching lessons to the village.

ㅤ"Kanokoso, or valeriana fauriei is a plant that makes you sleepy, Suika," Senku briefly explained, skipping the scientific details of why and how. "They aren't really considered common around the area here, but it's easily recognizable and can't be that hard to find. In the meanwhile, Y/N will be resting in the observatory, so—"

ㅤ"Hold on," Kohaku paused. "If Y/N is already sleeping, then what's the point of this?"

ㅤ"They're sleeping in the day like a nocturnal animal," Senku deadpanned, not a hint of apology in his voice as he glanced at the observatory. "And even so, Y/N's abnormal sleeping habits aren't a temporary situation. We should stock up on the valerian root just in case."

ㅤ"Wow, when did you get so nice, Senku?" Chrome teased.

ㅤ"Me? Nice?" Senku responded. "I'm just looking out for the level of productivity in the kingdom. Can't have anybody slacking." He shrugged.

ㅤKohaku and Chrome side-glanced eachother with a look.

ㅤMajority of the people were working on the Perseus, and that should have included Senku and Kohaku especially, but a little sidequest to help bring Mx. Y/N back to the classroom shouldn't damage the development too much. Gen's attempts at hypnotherapy weren't quite working anyway.

ㅤThe small scout team went off to find valerian root in the meadows. The sun was up and shining when they began their search, and it was nearing sunset when they finally found some.

ㅤ"SSSEENKKUUUUU!!!" Kohaku and Chrome rushed towards him, holding light pink flowers in their hands. The petals drifted in the wind.

ㅤSenku didn't particularly care for pretty views. He cared about how light works and how physics is applied in weather, but flowery meadows and a sunset? That's something he would rather pass up to Y/N. He wondered for a moment if they'd been to this place before, and if they would like it.

ㅤ"ARE THESE THIS IT? THEY MATCH YOUR DESCRIPTION PERFECTLY THIS TIME!" Kohaku shoved the roots in his face, eagerly awaiting his answer. Senku examined the plants they had collected. He tossed a few away.

ㅤ"Nope, nope, no—" Senku paused, closely observing the features of one specific plant. "Valerian root. Finally," he smiled at Kohaku, Chrome, and—Suika? "Where's Suika?"

ㅤ"Somewhere over there, I think," Kohaku pointed in the distance, though the sunlight made it annoying to look. "I'll go get her. You guys head back and start making the melontin or whatever."

ㅤChrome singled out the rest of the valerian roots and bunched them up. "This is all we need?"

ㅤ"Should be more than enough. We need to dry up the roots and make some tea. It'll be quick. We can get it done before the moon rises and so does Y/N," Senku explains.

ㅤ"Great! If we have extra, I'll store them in the storehouse for later use."

ㅤThe two walked in silence for a moment, until it became unbearable for Chrome.

ㅤ"So, uh, you and Y/N, huh?" he starts.

ㅤ"Stop talking."

ㅤ"Were you guys close back in your world? I kinda see why you would, I mean—you're both insanely smart."

ㅤ"Yeah."

ㅤ"...Yeah?"

ㅤ"Why are you so interested all of a sudden?"

ㅤChrome scratched his head. "'Yeah' isn't really an answer, Senku."

ㅤSenku sighed. "I've known them for a long time. You should ask them about that, not me. Whatever they say is my answer too." He shrugged. He and Y/N weren't something he took much interest in labeling or defining.

ㅤIt was more or so Y/N who was the interesting one. A person who could keep up with him, a valuable asset, a priority? Unsure. Senku was unsure. He didn’t let trivial things like that bother him, and mostly tried not to let it bother Y/N. Whatever label they wanted to put on it, he was fine with, as long as it wasn't enemies or strangers.

ㅤSenku spotted the observatory nearby, then stared at the valerian root in his hands. Was this indirectly putting a label on it? Did he mind?

ㅤAfter one or two hours in the lab, Chrome ditching Senku to meet Ruri for something, Kohaku leaving to assist the others with the ship, Gen coming by to request more cola and telling him Y/N was awake, Senku had made a batch of dried valerian root, specifically made to be brewed as tea. Assuming Y/N was still back at the observatory, he kept the roots in a sort of tea bag and carried a small cup of hot water up.

ㅤ"Y/N?" he called out, in a quieter voice than he intentioned.

ㅤAlong with a yawn, they called back. "Senku?" They were positioned by the window, a blanket over their shoulders and dark circles under their eyes. "Gen told me you were making drugs."

ㅤ"Heh, not exactly, but sure." Senku sat across from them, placing the cup in between and dropping the tea bag into the water.

ㅤ"Drugged tea?"

ㅤ"It's valerian root. Didn't take that long."

ㅤY/N gave a nod, their delayed processing evident in their face, which Senku smiled at. He was more than happy to elaborate.

ㅤ"For your sleep. Valerian root holds similar properties to melatonin. This is just the first batch, so if you get the bad side effects, we got more for a second attempt."

ㅤY/N's eyes drifted away to the sky. Senku followed their gaze.

ㅤ"Pretty sure everyone's holding some campfire or something near the Perseus construction site. You gonna go?" Senku said, unconsciously trying to read their mind, or maybe he just wanted to talk more.

ㅤ"No, that's okay." Y/N took a sip of the tea. They gagged.

ㅤ"Bitter?" Senku chuckled.

ㅤ"Very." Y/N shivered. "But if it helps me sleep, so be it. I'm so tired." They yawned again. "Shouldn't you get going? I'm sure they'll need you over by the ship."

ㅤ"Ehh, no thanks. I'm exhausted." Senku shrugged, his eyes returned to Y/N, somewhat fixated on them more than usual.

ㅤ"Weird," Y/N muttered. Senku mentally agreed. He did feel weird. Weird about them? Weird about himself? Y/N was better at putting things into comprehendable words. Maybe he should bring it up—

ㅤ"I feel sleepy now. Does the tea work that fast?" Y/N's head was drooping, their voice just above a whisper and laced with fatigue. Oh, that's what they meant by weird. "Thanks for coming, Senku."

ㅤ"Hey, Y/N? Do you think we're close?" he asked, hoping they hadn't fallen asleep just yet. Senku poked their shoulder. Y/N's head leaned on the wall by the window, their hair cascaded over their face. Senku cringed at the way he was thoroughly analyzing the situation. Should he let them sleep or force an answer out of them? Be nice... or get what he wants...

ㅤSenku sighed and sat next to Y/N. He pulled the blanket over them. Does he need to bring it up? They are close, that's nothing but a fact. They've done this before in a different setting. Late nights in his room translating messages from Dr. Xeno into Japanese. Stargazing on grassy hills challenging each other to memorize all 88 constellations. Pulling all nighters for exams because they were so focused on other projects for the entire semester. And this time, there was no particular reason Senku felt the need to stay. There wasn't something to accomplish here besides getting Y/N to sleep. Was it only him thinking about this too much?

ㅤMaybe he'd bring it up later, whatever.

ㅤSenku pulled one knee up to his chest and rested his head in his arms, head towards Y/N's sleeping figure. Their soft breathing filled in the silence. Eventually, Senku reached over to share the blanket and sleep.

©️ staravyzㅤ(¬_¬") do not steal, translate, or repost.

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[Image ID: pen drawings of characters from Dr. Stone.

A black and white ink drawing of Gen Asagiri and Suika smiling and posing together. They each have one leg kicked up behind them, and their arms are splayed open at their sides.

The sketchbook page the first drawing was done on. Included on the page are three portraits of Suika, and three full-body doodles. One of them depicts Suika happily running around with Chalk and Sagara.

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Strike a cute pose!

[husky-studies]

Concept: Dr Ratio with Ruan Mei's student reader (whos a child) meete Dr ratio's bf aventurine! (Pt 2! A bit inspired by the Aventurine in bed official art)

Warning: relationship between the reader and the characters are strictly platonic, hinted aventio

You can read part 1 here!

Aventurine could be seen clutching his stomach, rolling on the floor while the doctor was covering his flushed face with his one and only mask look alike. You just stared at them with innocent eyes, little did they know those innocent eyes held mischief intent to the duo. The doctor hadn't made a reply, probably because of his flustered state.

"Gosh this kid! I like em already!" Aventurine said between gasps of breathe. "Thank you Mr Aventurine, you're a cool person! Which is why you could do better than that..." You replied while pretending to give Dr Ratio a side eye. Aventurine's shoulder started to shake as he tried to contain his laughter. Looks like he's trying so hard to not give his stomach anymore pain.

Dr Ratio faced Aventurine, his funny-looking mask no longer on his face as he continued to introduce Aventurine to you. "Ahem, incase you didn't know, Aventurine is apart of the IPC." You nodded at him and said "I feel bad knowing you're his colleague." You smiled at the end of the sentence as Dr Ratio could only pinch the space between his eyebrows in frustration. "Anyways which uh...part is he in?" You asked.

"Part? You mean division?" Dr Ratio corrected. "Yeah that, forgot the word. Which one is he?" You repeated the question to be more clear with it. "He's apart of the Ten Stonehearts, other than that he's also apart of the Strategic Investment Department." Dr Ratio explained while Aventurine just smiled at the explanation. There was an awkward silence for awhile before someone spoke up from behind you, calling out your name.

"There you are, I had been looking for you for awhile." You turn around and found yourself looking at your teacher, Ruan Mei. "Did you need me for something?" You asked her. "No, I was just wondering where you left. The critters were looking for you as well." She said. Speaking of critters, you have an idea.

You whispered something in Ruan Mei's ear, she thought for a moment before nodding and pointed towards her lab. As quickly as your little legs could carry you, you sprinted towards her lab. "What did she asked you?" Dr Ratio asked, Aventurine butted in "Im curious as well." Ruan Mei only gave them a small smile, "You'll see."

Not long after she said that, you came back to them while carrying 3 cat critters with you. "What is that for?" Dr Ratio asked. "To keep your boyfriend company while you go beat someone up with your chalk, duh." You jokingly said as Ruan Mei looked at you, then to Aventurine. Aventurine only laughed before accepting the critters you gave him. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you. It does get lonely when he's out there beating his students with some chalk~" Aventurine dramatically replied. You two burst out laughing before Ruan Mei made her way towards Dr Ratio. "So, you and him?" She teasingly asked. "I'd rather not reply..." He said as his stone looking statue is back on his face.

Tags: @mitzukitsuna

Should I make a series of Ruan Mei's student!reader? You all seem to enjoy this xD

[littlefanficprincess]

K.O in Arcadia

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Trollhunters x fem reader

Chapter: 0.5

Word count: 3k

Synopsis: A girl from the 12th century accidentally falls through a portal and finds herself in 21st century Arcadia.

A/n: A chapter for a fanfic I'm possibly gonna make when I'm finished with 9th grade Ladybug, if the fandom is still alive.

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You in- and exhale, closing your eyes. You were sitting on the hard wooden floor, holding your arms stretched out infront of you. On the floor before you was a spell circle, written with chalk.

"Eaptia epe obaprrr sef tmemlo"

The words escape your lips, they were almost burned into your brain. Your body gets a light white glow, objects around begin to float.

Morgana had given you the book to practice, as she herself was busy. Magic was forbidden in the kingdom. Morgana's use of it was only allowed, because she was the sister of king Arthur.

You slightly open one your eyes, peeking from behind your eyelid. Before you was a blue warpgate, where the spell circle used to be.

"Yes!" You cheer, you had been practicing that spell for a month. But your celebration was cut short by tugging at your dress. You grip the fabrics, trying to hold it back. Thing pulling on it was the warp gate, slowly pulling everything towards it.

In a blink of an eye, you get pulled in and fell through. Your (h/c) hair wave past your face as your body decends through...the sky? You could reach fast enough to land on your arms and legs, your body hits a field of grass.

You push your self up onto your knees, rubbing your sore arms. Your eyes scan the surrounding area, instead of your cozy home, you were met with a town filled with things you didn't regonise.

You stumbles into your feet, brushes the dust off your dress. You wander off the patch of grass and onto a big path of stone, above it was hanging a machine with colored lights. You wondered with green light mean, did it mean you could walk over.

Not even looking both ways, you walk across. You were able to get a glimpse of something heading your way, before it hit you. The next moment your vision went black.

{3rd pov}

The drive instructor's mouth falls open as the car stops, he had watched a teen hit the front of the car and falls onto the road.

"Oh no...Does this mean I failed?" The boy who was taking his exam asks, gripping the wheel tightly.

"Maybe I should fail you for being a worried about failing and not the person you just hit" The instructor scolds the teenage boy. He gets out of the car, checking on the unconscious girl. "She is just knocked out with a bruise, now your exam is to drive to the hospital".

(Your pov)

My eyes flicker open, being met very a very bright room. After I adjust to the brightness, I notice I was laying in a metal bed with white sheets. ‘Where am…’ suddenly the image of that machine entered my mind, reminding me what happened before I blacked out.

The door opens, grabbing my attention. Turn my gaze over to see a kind looking woman enter the room, holding a plank of wood with paper attached. She wrote something down on it, before looking at me. “You’re awake, that’s good. How are you feeling?” She asks.

I read the piece of paper on her coat ‘Dr. Lake’. “A bit light headed and sore, but I’m alright. Thank you, doctor Lake” I answer with a small smile.

“We weren’t able to find any ID on you. Can you tell me please your name?” Doctor Lake asks me, gripping the cillinder thing in her hand.

‘What is ID, does she mean idea?’ I think to myself. “(Y/n) (L/n)” I respond to her question.

{3rd pov}

Barbara writes down the girl’s name. Noting in her head that the girl’s attire seemed a bit odd, perhaps she does theatre. The ginger haired woman leaves the room and enters her office. She writes (L/n) in the hospital search form, surprised to see no results. Then she looked the girl’s name on a regular search engine, blank aswell. It made her question what was going on, so she returned to the hospital room.

She was met with (Y/n) sitting patiently in the bed, her left hand on the other. She was staring out the window, seeming to be looking at the sky. Barbara clears her throat, making (Y/n) turn to her. “I wasn’t able to find any files about you. Do you have your parents’ number?"

(Y/n) pauses, things rolling around in her mind. She didn't believe she was in a different country, or atleast a country that was close to England. The doctor spoke the same language as her, just with a different accent. She must've been brought to the future because of the time warp gate, most likely atleast a hundred years.

"I... don't remember, I only remember my name" She lied, it was beter than trying to explains that came through a portal.

'Did the blow of the car give her Amnesia?' Barbara theorizes, writing it down on her clipboard. "I'm going to organize something, I'll be back" She walks out of the door once again.

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For the time being, (Y/n) was placed in a program to reside with a family. The hospital hoped that she would recover her memory or that they were able to find anything about her.

{Your pov}

I stand infront of the house I was told to go. Doctor Lake had told me I was going to live with the Nuñez family, Mrs. Nuñez being a council woman of Arcadia. I was just hoping that they were friendly.

Slowly reaching towards the front door, I knock onto the door. I watch as the door opens, revealing a woman with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. She greets me with a smile "You must be (Y/n), come in".

Doing as she requested, I walk in. I hear her close the door behind me, as I turn my gaze around the home. It felt sleek and more one whole than I am used to.

I look over to see a baby jumping up and down in round swing looking thing. Walking over to them, I crouch down to get to their level. I couldn't help but chuckle when I see the baby reaching their chubby hands towards me. I had to stop myself from kissing his cute little face.

"That is my son Enrique, he is only a few months old" Mrs Nuñez introduces the small baby boy, walking to the kitchen. "My daughter and husband are at school and work right now, they should be back soon. You can find your bedroom, it is the white door. You came earlier than I was expecting"

I couldn't help but be curious on how my room would look like. I snuck upstairs, stopping at the white door. It was right to a purple door, which I assume belongs to the daughter.

Opening the door, I was met with an almost empty room. There was a bed with white sheets, an empty closet and a desk. I take a seat, it was quite comfortable. My fingers trace across the wrinkles of the sheets.

I could hear down below the door opening. "Mom, I'm home!" A voice calls out. The person and Mrs. Nuñez talk about something, but I wasn't able to understand clearly what they were saying. Not long after that, someone came walking upstairs. The person gently knocks on my room.

I open it, peeking out of it. Standing there was a teen girl, with dark brown hair with a dark blue streak in it. There were different colored accessories in her hair, reminding me of a rainbow. She was wearing a dark purple jacket, a lighter purple sweater with a skull on it. Under it she wore a skirt, with leggings under it.

"My mom didn't tell me someone was going to stay with us. My name is Claire, by the way. You must be (Y/n)" The girl introduces herself, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"That's me" I push the door further open, grabbing her hand and gently shaking it. "I hope you don't mind me having around. You already have your parents here and your little brother""Not really, I would be nice having another person around my age here" Her eyes lowers, inspecting my outfit. "Is that a twelfth century dress?"

I pause, realising I have to come up with an excuse. "Well...um, I don't remember a lot. But I think I liked theatre, maybe I was in a play" I like through my teeth, fiddling with my loose sleeve.

Claire's face lights up at the mention of it, she leaned in closer to me. "I love theatre! What is your favorite? Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet..." She trails off when she was my confused expression. "Right, you don't remember much. I got a little over-excited"

"It's nothing, I also get pretty overjoyed when hearing one of my interests. If don't mind asking, what time period are we in currently?" I question the girl.

"It's 2016, why do you ask?" Claire's expression becomes worried, her eyebrows furrow. "Are you feeling alright? You look pretty pale"

'Nine-hundred years...I am that far into the the future?' My head begins to feel light as I feel the shock. I feel myself falling back, until my head hit the floor.

BONK

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After that embarrassing accident. Me, Clair and Mrs. Nuñez had gone to shopping to get clothes appropriate to this century. It was getting used to wearing softer and lighter fabrics, it felt easier to move.

[Keeping it vague on purpose]

I was inrolled into school, Arcadia Oak High. I stroll over the sidewalk, a bag slung across over my shoulder. Claire walked next to me, talking about a book she had read. From what I've seen, she was pretty responsible, even with all the pressure her mother puts her on.

I noticed two girls standing not that far away from us, seeming to be waiting for us. One had medium black hair, while the other had brown curly hair. "Hey C-bomb" The girl with curly hair's eyes shift to me "Who this? She seems new"

"(Y/n), pleasure" I chime, holding my hands togheter. They seemed a bit confused, was I too formal?"

"She is staying with me for a bit, I hope you don't mind her hanging around us" Claire mentions, breaking the akward tension.

"Not at all, I am Mary by the way" The black haired girl pulls out a 'phone'. Mr Nuñez had given me one not to long ago. I don't fully understand what it does, a feature was it could call upon a person from a far distance.

Mary pushes the phone in my face, on it were images of food and herself. "Can I get your Instagram? So I can add you" She asks.

My eyebrows furrow. "Insta...gram?" I mumble, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Perhaps it was the thing on her phone, it was something that formated images in a certain way.

Noticing that the confused gases has return, I clear my throat. "I just got a phone for the first time, I'm not really familiar with that" I explain myself.

"No way!" Mary slings her arm around my shoulder, pulling me along towards school. "During break, I am going to teach everything you need to know about the internet. You have a lot to catch up on"

"I think she is going fit right in" I hear the other girl say to Claire behind me, I hope she's right.

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While the girls had head to class, I had to go to the 'principle's office'. He was a nice man, he was throwing around slang I don't even think he understands. He gave me directions on where my first class way, along with s sheet with all my classes. Luckily I was in the same class as Claire, Mary and Darci (who's name I learned), first class was history by Mr. Strickler.

I stand before the classroom door, waiting for the right moment. I calm my nerves, knocking on the door. I hear a calm voice respond "Come in", my cue.

Pushing the door open, I was met with an older man and a bunch of teens staring at me. It felt a bit akward, It isn't a usual thing to have that many eyes on me.

"Introduce yourself, they don't bite" Mr. Strickler jokes, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. His remark made me relax more.

I walk over, standing before the class. I noticed Claire sitting near the front, who gives me a small wave. I smile, waving back. I look up, ready to talk. "My name is (Y/n), it's nice to meet you all" I greet, keeping the smile on my face.

"Now that wasn't too hard, was it?" Mr. Stricker chimes in. "Since you seem already acquainted with Ms. Nuñez, you can take a seat next to her" He instructs.

I nod, sitting down at the desk next to Claire. It went a lot easier than I was expecting, let's hope the rest of high school will be this easy. My lips purse as I feel a pair of eyes at me, but I ignore the feeling.

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Toby and Jim walk out of the classroom as the lesson had wrapped up. Toby was talking Jim's ears off about a game he began playing.

They walk outside, heading towards their lockers. Jim spots the new girl talking to the principal, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"Can't Ms. Nuñez show you around?" The principal questions the (h/c)nette.

"She is busy with practice, it's really important to her" (Y/n) answers, fiddling with her fingers. She didn't remember exactly what the girl was practicing for, she thought it was a play.

It seemed like Toby was listening aswell. He jabs his best friend in the side, whispering "Dude, I have the greatest idea right now. If you give her a tour, you get good in Claire's book"

Jim scratches the back of his head. "I don't know, Toby. Isn't it a little shallow to just use her to get close to Claire?" He asks the shorter teen.

Toby didn't seem to listen. He grabs Jim by the arm, dragging him along. "We'll do it, principal" He says, raising his hand.

Turning towards the two students, a pleasant expression appears on the principal's face. "Ah, Domzalski, Lake. I'll be leaving her in your hands, don't get her in trouble" The old man laughs, before walking off.

(Y/n) looks at the two students, smiling innocently. She had to make sure to not accidentally reveal something she shouldn't, the fact that she was from a whole 'nother century or her magic.

'This is going to be a piece of cake' Toby thinks confidently, crossing his arms.

'Lord, have mercy on me' Jim tries his best to not palm his own face off.

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"English, Math, Biology, Spanish, History, P.E and lunch is my favorite" Toby jokes, getting a chuckle out of (Y/n). "Never forget to do your Spanish homework, or you'll be facing the wrath of Mr. Uhl"

(Y/n) looks over to the blue eyes boy, who seemed to be in deep thought. She wondered what could be going through his mind. "Do you anything to tell me about this school?" She spoke, snapping him out of it.

"Um, well...Mr. Strickler is pretty cool, I guess" Jim mutters. He didn't have much time to think of something to say. He was too busy wondering what was so off about the new girl, she seemed pretty normal. He squints his eyes as he notices something, he swore a spark in her in her eye.

"Do I have something on my face?" (Y/n) tilts her head, seeing that he was staring a little too long.

Jim shakes his head. "Nothing, it's nothing" He answers, just pushing away the thought.

The two boys notice (Y/n) looks at something. Follow her gaze, they see Steve doing his usual locker stuffing. They were thinking of walking away, but (Y/n) had other plans. Toby tried to grab by the sleeve, but was too late.

Steve was busy taunting Eli, then he feels someone tapping his shoulder. He turns and looks down, seeing (Y/n) infront of him. "What is it, Newbie? Can't you see I'm busy"

Poking his head out of the locker was Eli, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "I saw you before! You were falling from l-like the sky. Like an alien or a-an angel!" He points at her.

Steve bashes his elbow against the locker, making Eli hold his tongue. "Shut it, Pepperjack" Steve threatens the nerd. Then he leans forward, a smirk on his face "Now that I look at you, you look pretty cu–"

"Hey, Steve. New hair you got there? I gotta borrow her for a second" Toby akwardly smiles, pulling (Y/n) back. "The second most important thing is that you don't mess with Steve"

Letting put an annoyed huff, crossing her arms. "I am sorry, but I just really hate bullies" she chews her bottom lip, it already was a bit damaged.

"(Y/n), if you don't mind me asking. Are you perhaps from England" Jim asks her, seeming to grow suspicious of the girl.

"Why do you ask that?"

"Your accent"

(Y/n) tenses up, realising that she is possibly cornered. She had hoped that they wouldn't notice it. Telling him the lie she told Doctor Lake could be questioned once she accidentally do or say something suspicious. But saying she was, would contradict her lie.

She let out a relieved sigh as the bell rings. When she needed it most, the bell saved her. She gives the two boys a quick wave, before walking off.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Her (e/c) eyes stare at the ceiling as she later in her bed, her arms stretched out besides her. She turns her head, looking at the corkboard hanging on the wall. In the middle of it was a sticky note with drawing of a book. Red yarn connected it with other sticky notes, one of it was a sticky note with a drawing of the school. It was crossed out with red marker.

"Where is it..?"

[narrators-journal]

Could we get dr stone characters reacting to reader mentioning they have a crush on xeno

Alright, so, I decided to do little blurbs for this ask since a lot of these guys would have pretty similar reactions and it’d get repetitive. So, I chose some of the more fun people to explore for this situation and expanded on them a little. I hope these are properly varied and not too samey. Also, sorry if anyone seems a little off here, I decided to practice some sparcely written about babs, so I don’t have the most experience with some of these guys lol.

SENKU ISHIGAMI

“You fucking would like him, wouldn’t you?” Senku snorted after a heavy pause had followed your confession. The amusement and teasing enough to earn a fresh wave of hellish heat in your cheeks. “Huh?! What does that mean?” You huffed, but the leek-haired man waved your question away without his crimson eyes ever leaving his experiment. “It just means you clearly have a type, it’s not an insult.” “Then why did you say it like that?!” “Because it’s still funny,” Senku said with another snort, and while you couldn’t see his face with his back to you, you could hear the smirk he wore in his words. “You just have the vibe of someone who would crush on an amoral man like Xeno or Hyoga. Though…” He finally lifted his head to think for a moment before he continued. “I guess this means I owe Gen 20 Dragos. Man, why couldn’t you have had the hots for Hyoga instead? Or Tsukasa? Tsukasa’s morals are flexible, y’know.” He complained, his attention returned to his experiment with no mind to the gobsmacked expression you wore behind him. “YOU FUCKING BET ON WHO I LIKED?!”

LUNA WRIGHT

The pink-haired girl gave you an almost grossed-out look. Her hand paused with the nail polish wand over your fingernail. “Are you being serious?” She asked, and when you nodded her frown deepened. And when she spoke, it was with an edge of disgust to her supportive words. “I guess I won’t judge you for your taste in men, but he definitely wouldn’t be my first choice. The money is good, but he’s got that weird thing with Stanley going on and I like attention far too much.”

With that, she returned to painting your nails and left the conversation there. Outside of, of course, some rather prying questions about why you found the mad scientist so attractive, why you didn’t crush on Stan instead, and whether or not you would seriously try to pursue Xeno of all people. She even shared some of her more embarrassing crushes from the past, which made for a fun chat as she painted your nails and did your makeup as best she could with the supplies she had.

HYOGA AKATSUKI

You weren’t sure why you told the white-haired, masked man of your soft feelings for Dr. Xeno Wingfield, but he didn’t seem to react to the admission. He simply kept his focus on the sticks he sharpened for the hunting trap you worked at. When he did finally speak, it was to bluntly ask, “Would you betray us for him?” His words almost laced with that same tone a parent got when they asked how serious your high school relationship was. A mix of curiosity and humoring that made your glare darken even further when paired with the partial accusation. “Then it’s not worth focusing on. Just keep digging the tiger pit.” And that was where he left the topic.

Which, was an odd relief. You were able to get the truth off of your chest without any judgement and leave it on the forest floor with the dirt and rocks that you carved out of the ground. Hyoga had been a dick about it, but you could forgive that.

KOHAKU

“Heh? Xeno?” Your closest friend, supposed confidant, asked as the two of you sat on a tree branch to watch Suika play under the noon sun with Chalk. “Why Xeno of all people? He’s pompous, arrogant, and a jerk. If you like men like that, just date Senku.” “Ew, I don’t want to date Senku, he’s a jerk.” You said with a pink-faced scowl, which made Kohaku give a bark of laughter. “And Xeno isn’t?! His people tried to kill us multiple times over. He’s a snob, he’s condescending, and every word I’ve heard him say to you is some sort of insult. At least Senku doesn’t talk to us like we’re infants.” She snorted, Xeno’s flaws counted off on her fingers as you huffed and kicked your feet lazily. “Xeno is not that bad, Kohaku. He’s friends with Stan, so he’s obviously capable of kindness. And you forgave Tsukasa despite his whole attempt at a war, so why are you bringing that up now?” You argued, and the blonde shrugged, “Tsukasa’s clearly repented. He fought with Senku against Hyoga, and he already died to make up for that war. Xeno’s remorseless.” And that made you roll your eyes and groan. A hand over your eyes as you just waved her looks off, “Just drop it. I’m sorry I brought it up.” “No, explain yourself. What do you see in Xeno that Senku doesn’t have? Have you had a crush on Senku too?” She asked, amusement able to slip into her words as she watched you curl up like a dying spider on the branch. “Oh my god, Kohaku, stop!”

CHROME

You regretted mentioning Xeno while you helped sort rocks the moment the words left your mouth… “Why don’t you like Senku instead? Senku’s great, and he’s a lot nicer.” Chrome pointed out, his own basket of stones and crystals forgotten with the rest of the gossip and jokes you’d been swapping with him. “I dunno, Chrome, I-I just don’t. I don’t even really like Xeno, he just has his moments.” You sighed, your cheeks on fire as you tried to keep your eyes on the geode in your hands. Though that did little to dissuade the brunette. “Senku has his moments too.” He offered, “I mean, just about every girl in the village likes him, Kohaku probably likes him too, plus he’s a good dude. Probably smarter than Xeno, too.” before he went on to list the many, many pros that Senku offered that Xeno didn’t.

On one hand, you were thankful that the brunette didn’t berate you and question your morality for your attraction to the mad scientist. But, on the other hand, the sales pitch he launched into was humiliating in its own right, even if you tried to tune him out like you might a stubborn fly.

STANLEY SNYDER

“How did you even find out about that?!” You squawked, face hot with embarrassment as you tried to will the tall marine who stood in front of you to death. Which only made Stanley Snyder laugh, “Did you seriously expect to tell Luna something like that and for her to not gossip? You’re not the brightest bulb, are you darlin’?” And that just worsened the shame in your gut. Though it was nothing compared to the next blow to you that he gave. “Plus, you’re not the most subtle of people. I’m pretty sure the only person unaware of your lil crush is Xee.” “Please kill me…” You muttered, your face now in your hands so you wouldn’t have to see the smirk on Stanley’s darkly lipstick’d lips as he chuckled, “Nah, this is too funny to do that.” “I hate you...”

[slowd1ving]

[✦VI. FOR NONE SHED TEARS FOR THE FORSAKEN] SNIPPET • . DR RATIO

2770 words in... I'm on the first scene... it's not even finished yet... also quick note since the context comes before this snippet; heliaia is the supreme court of ancient athens and has been conveniently coopted for metis :3 idk if y'all can tell by the dialogue but I binged iwtv and armand's lines in particular stuck with me

LAMENT OF OUROBOROS MASTERLIST

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“A fledgling court, a fledgling government…” A prodding, sardonic finger broke past the mirage of the map and the stars rippled. You could not help but feel this was rather apt. “...dealing with an organisation, possibly several, that have existed… for how long? Decades? Centuries? Surely someone benefited from this from the very beginning, and it can’t have been just this flimsy government.”

He exhaled. Once, twice, while you thought with glazed eyes to the brittle construction of this world. “Just yesterday, you were vehemently protesting any other involvement. A complex political web, far too easy to upset, I believe you said.”

His face, so delicately wrought beneath that mask he typically favoured, twisted—for a fleeting moment you thought back to the sculpture. Though, as quickly as it came, the thought dissipated and you rebuked yourself for the very notion. 

“I will admit, the early stages must be done so discreetly that there is not a breath of it elsewhere save this room. There will be no room for error there,” he murmured. “The  evidence found will unleash the hounds of the Court of Ouroboros, which will be far more scrupulous than the… fledgling… Heliaia that you so mistrust. It will be a careful balance of treading the line of the law, but once the criminal case is underway, they’ll scatter.”

“And who will round them up?” Carefully, a chalk blur was traced against the richly stained wood of your chair. “Us? You, who suddenly has a degree in international criminal law? The ‘hounds’? Sophos—all due respect—why are you pursuing this in the first place?”

Why are you pursuing this in the first place?

A thousand years. A millennium, for attempting to set free the binds his progenitor had enforced onto the people. That was the price he had paid, yet he achieved nothing. Dozens of lifetimes, gone; and here he was, parsing through every material possible to finish his work. There was no mockery in your tone, but still, he felt his mouth set into a grim line. 

Why are you pursuing this in the first place?

Centuries of loneliness. With the absence of everything, anything—death, life. Each fickle sense, transfigured into cold, unyielding stone. His mind—subjected to the droning blather of a false dream.

Why are you pursuing this in the first place? 

A frigid smile painted his features. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, coolly. “On that item, neither should you concern yourself with my motivations. Do pardon the mistrust.” We didn’t meet under the best circumstances. He didn’t say that. Rather, his finger trailed across the enlarged city where the stars formed dense galaxies and constellations, past the streets he trod in his youth, and settled on where the points converged into a singularity. An amorphous, wriggling mass of taverns and smoke-houses stared right back at him. 

(The symposium of a young master. A youth weaves amidst the crowd, draped in intricate garb yet just a touch out of place. It’s not noticeable, not unless one has a rather distinguishing eye. Though the scholars sat around the table frequent lectures diurnally—and are considered some of the sharpest minds— when the suns dip beneath the gentle curve of the sea, the curtain falls over their eyes too. 

The seventh prince sits, unnoticed. 

There’s a peculiar scent on the air—of meat, wine, and the sinister odour of conspiracy and deceit. It cloys. Sticks to the skin so carefully perfumed with incense and oil. Honeyed wine does wonders for loosening lips, and the youth watches, entranced, as secrets flow freely.)

Your hard stare shattered the remnants of the memory, and his eyes refocused on where the ornate building used to be on the map. 

“Fine.” Your fingers drummed on the backrest of the chair. “Belated apologies for touching a nerve. You won’t involve a third party yet, and neither will I. Matter resolved.” 

His eyes narrowed, and you mentally sent a quick apology to Kakavasha. “What third party would you be involving?”

The drumming ceased, for the time it took a bowstring to be drawn, or a sharp inhale to occur. “My assistant,” you said, smoothly. “A disciple—apprentice, if you will—who has a keen grasp on information.” It was not a lie. Still, you’d rather he rest in the city, and you’d take care of the work of finding your statue and writing your paper, and this. 

Ratio mulled the words over, and his red-stained lips formed a pensive line for a brief few seconds. “No third parties. Yet.”

A wry smile stretched your face as you exhaled. “Cool. Do you trust me?”

“No,” he uttered at once, with a smile of his own.

[samo64]

Baldi's Basics Headcanons that will never be canon but are funny to think about because they're living rent free in my brain

Playtime has extreme zoomies, like when something exciting happens she runs all over the walls and ceilings in the schoolhouse so fast not even the Principal could catch her, she's too fast!

Bully only bullies the player and not the other students because if he were to bully Playtime or Arts and Crafters he'd feel bad but with the player he don't care not even a tiny bit.

If the Principal were to open his eyes i think it would have a medusa kind off effect except he doesn't turn anyone into stone instead strikes fear into those who break the rules.

Since Johnny is the shop-keeper i think he would be also a school faculty member like the other staff, like he's the only teen who works in the faculty.

Gotta sweep would have an ability to switch broom brushes by jumping out of one so he's just the pole and jumps ans twists onto another.

Baldi since he's an Anim8tor model would have the ability to take parts of his body off with no blood or gore necessary but is there for comedic affect and don't worry he can easy re-attach them because his arms and legs are segmented.

Gotta sweep's heritage consists of cleaning products like mops, brooms and farm reapers.

1st prize's hands specifically his fingers would have some form of articulation where he can grip.

Dr. Reflex has seen how some people compare him to rodents and he takes quite offense to that.

Joe would be the one character that would make some memorable cameos kinda like Stan Lee in the marvel movies.

Mrs. Pomp's is more easly quick to anger than Baldi or Dr Reflex.

The Baldloons can phase through walls like actual ghosts and mostly travel in groups of five with Red considered the leader.

Null/Filename2 can communicate to his crab bink easily.

When Null/Filename 2 Sneezes he reveals his skin for a brief second.

Baldi and Principal made the murals in the detention room with the principal's mural being written by Baldi while Baldi's mural being written by the principal.

Baldi would have vivid memories of Susan and Andrew but are usually a blur

The other head's on Red Baldloon's body imitate the main head's expressions

The Baldloons can shape-shift into other people in the schoolhouse the only difference is that they can't change color or remove the party hats.

Red Baldloon loves to eat the walls, doors, entirety of the schoolhouse when he has the chance.

These ones are for PriniciBaldi shippers

if something goes horribly wrong in the schoolhouse to the point where everyone has to evacuate, Principal would rush in and get baldi holding him birdal style and Baldi thanking him by showering Principal in kisses leaving read lipstick marks.

Baldi would hug the principal too tightly making a cracking noise in the principal's spine.

If the principal were asleep in his office, baldi would come in say goodnight and give him a little kiss on the forehead.

Back to our regularly sceduled programming

i feel like Bladder loves Badsum too much.

The Test would carry around the chalkboard where chalkes is currently on so chalkles wouldn't have to fly off somewhere

[another-goblin]

I've been thinking. Are Aventurine and Dr. Ratio supposed to be fighters in-universe? I mean, most other characters (with the exception of some Harmony characters, who are not expected to deal dmg) are either professional warriors, or they have weapons, or some object they realistically use as a weapon, or there are some mystical powers they possess. I can imagine most of them fighting in a serious cutscene the same way they fight in-game.

And then there are these two, throwing casino chips and chalk. Realistically, you can't do any damage by throwing these (even the tiles Qingque throws look quite heavy, I wouldn't want to get hit by one of these). So in an actual in-game fight one of them thinks really hard about geometry and imagines dropping some ancient architecture on the enemies, and the other just daydreams about gambling so vividly that it hurts the enemies. Is it, like, the Imaginary thing? Is it what other characters see? Some formulas and graphs appear and hurt the monsters? Does a giant roulette wheel appear under a monster?

My theory is no. They are adequate fighters because they are playable characters in a gacha game, it's just a convention. Outside of fights, they are just normal people (as far as I currently understand them). Because other Imaginary characters deal dmg in ways that I can actually imagine happening in-universe, in a cutscene, for example (Welt yealding the power of a black hole with his cane, IL with his magic, Yukong with her bow and arrows, Loucha with his rapier and his freaky abundance magic). I mean, if Aventurine gets confronted by a robber in a dark alley, he isn't going to throw chips at them or turn the floor into a giant roulette wheel. He'll probably apply his street smarts.

So without his stone, Aventurine is just a guy, that's why he had to be saved by Argenti. Ratio is just a teacher, that's why he didn't help us fight the giant bug on the Herta station (I saw somebody complain about him not helping us), and that's why he needed our help dealing with that phase flame.

upd. People were very kind to remind me that Aventurine is actually a competent fighter and very proficient with a gun. It would be funny if one of his fighting animations was him going "fuck it" and pulling a gun at the enemies.  Still not beating the "normal guy" allegations, though.

[blueiscoool]

Archaeologists Find Statue of the Roman Sea God Triton in Mausoleum

Archaeologists have uncovered a Roman Statue of Triton during excavations in preparation for a housing development in Kent, England.

Archaeologists from the Canterbury Archaeological Trust (CAT) have discovered artifacts, including a mausoleum which is to be buried within a roundabout, which are more than 1,700 years old during an investigative dig related to a new housing development close to London Road in Teynham.

Robert Masefield, Director for RPS, said: “We expected interesting Roman archaeology, perhaps a cemetery, but the finds including the lively and unique statue of a Triton and the mausoleum remains have by far exceeded that. These finds are now part of Teynham’s local legacy and the nations rich Roman story. Further study will place the findings in their full historical context.”

The area, which is being built on by Moat Homes and Chartway Partnerships Group for its Frognal Lane development, follows the ancient Roman Watling Street and during an initial site evaluation, fragments of chalk wall foundations and Roman cremation burials were discovered. As a result, Swale Council, with advice from Kent County Council Heritage Conservation, required a 0.5-hectare archaeological excavation at the site.

The Canterbury Archaeological Trust (CAT) was tasked with leading the dig, which revealed elements of a 30m square walled enclosure surrounding a c.7m square structure. Further excavations revealed that the structure is a Roman mausoleum containing a Roman coin dating from around 320 to 330 AD. The site also included Roman, and possibly later, burials with various grave goods.

However, the highlight of the findings was the discovery of a stone statue, representing the sea god Triton.

The Triton statue is substantial, appropriately 70cm (27.5 inches tall) and 70cm wide. It weighs more than 132lb (60kg). Archaeologists did not need to dig far. It was only 1.3 feet (40cm) below ground.

In Roman mythology, Triton was the son of Neptune, the god of the sea. The unique stone statue depicts Triton – a merman with the torso of a man and the tail of a fish – riding on a sea monster.

As a demi-god, he could calm the waves by blowing on his conch shell, which he appears to be holding in the uncovered sculpture. That part has been broken off, but the artifact is otherwise in incredible condition. It was carved between the late first century and second century AD.

Dr. Richard Hobbs, senior curator of Roman Britain at the British Museum, told MailOnline it is ‘spectacular’.

He said that, although a few fragments of Triton sculptures are known from Roman Britain, ‘nothing quite like this has been discovered before’.

Excavations are continuing at the site.

By Leman Altuntaş.

[rottenpumpkin13]

More Highlights From the SOLDIER Group Chat

• Every time someone makes a grammatical mistake and butchers the English language, Genesis sends a copy of the Rosetta stone.

• Kunsel changing the group chat name to The Bad Bitch Brigade™

• Angeal's phone and microphone are broken as hell, but he refused to buy a new phone while his still works, so all of his audio messages make him sound like a chipmunk.

• Roche accidentally sent his "most to least attractive" list to the group chat. Genesis was at the very bottom. Genesis didn't shut up for six hours.

• Every time Sephiroth is questioned about something uncomfortable he responds with a model-esque selfie.

Lazard: Sephiroth did you break the training room again???

Sephiroth: *sends a picture perfect selfie of himself basking in the sunlight*

• Zack using the group chat as his personal journal until Lazard told him to stop because "No one wants to hear about the sweet potato shaped like a penis you had for lunch, Zackary, nor do we want to hear about the life advice the drunkard in sector 7 keeps giving you"

• On a similar note, Genesis uses the group chat as his personal to-do list. Lazard also had him stop after the items started getting more and more concerning. The last straw was:

1) Buy fireworks

2) Buy enough duct tape to hold a grown man

3) Summon Sephiroth to the rooftop at midnight

• Director Lazard thought the "😂" emoji meant a sad crying face, so he sent "I regret to inform you all that Mrs. Helen Thompson from the finance office has passed away 😂 💀"

• The day Genesis changed the group chat name to "LOVELESS study club" and began sending his LOVELESS analysis. Everyone left the group chat immediately. Including Lazard.

• The morning everyone hurried to the group chat to see why there were 5K messages. It turns out Kunsel and Zack were RP-ing.

• Sephiroth not knowing that "I'm dying" means the person is laughing. He twice sent paramedics to Genesis's office.

• Angeal, the admin, getting drunk and changing everyone's screen names to something ridiculous.

Sephiroth, Genesis and Zack became Mommy Issues, Used To Eat Chalk When We Were Six, and Hedgehog On Crack.

• Upon figuring out how to change the group chat name, Sephiroth changed it to The Mystery Penis™ Is [Redacted] and then turned his phone off.

• Zack sending a joke picture of him and Kunsel holding hands. Kunsel has hairy fingers so Angeal immediately responds with "WHAT DID YOU DO TO AERITH?"

• Sephiroth learns he doesn't need to respond to every messages and can instead use the reaction feature. This leads to gems such as:

Sephiroth reacted to - Genesis: SEPHIROTH, YOU LIMP DICK, DID YOU TELL LAZARD THAT I STOLE THE POPCORN MACHINE IN THE BREAK ROOM???: 👍

• Angeal changing the group chat name to "Dr. Phil audition tapes"

• Roche selling a used hair dryer and advertising it on the group chat as "USED HAIR, GOOD CONDITION, $20 GIL FREE SHIPPING

• That of course is followed by a mass advertisment spam where everyone is trying to sell their used products. Genesis in particular gets removed from the group chat for "ASSORTED TOYS, NEVER USED, SOLD TO ADULTS ONLY, $ 50 GIL A PIECE + AUTOGRAPH

• Genesis being removed allows Zack to advertise "BOX OF RANDOM SHIT I STOLE FROM GENESIS'S APARTMENT"

• Cloud, an infantryman who's secretly been a part of the group this whole time, finally outs himself the day Reno is discovered to be hiding in the group chat undercover.

• He sent this image:

[autumnmobile12]

Felt like sharing some speculation today:

All right, so we know My Hero Academia has the something of the same premise as X-Men in the sense that select a group of humans were suddenly born with powers, the whole 'evolution leaps forward’ deal.

We see in My Hero how the First Generation of people with Quirks, especially the ones who appeared non-human or semi non-human, were originally ostracized like the mutants of X-Men are, but then more people were born with powers and then more people had powers until it became a widespread phenomenon and ‘normal’ people became the minority and society had to restructure itself to accommodate the new normal.

But have you read The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black?

The plot is a 19th century doctor who theorizes that mythical creatures like the minotaur, harpies, sirens, and the like all existed millions of years ago but slowly interbred with humanity and eventually died out altogether.  So he believed that when someone was born with extra fingers, limbs, a tail or otherwise didn’t have the typical human shape, it wasn’t so much a mistake in genetic coding as it was the extremely recessive genetics of those ancient creatures trying to reoccur in the modern day.

...

Definitely an interesting premise, so now I’m wondering if the My Hero world has a cult, conspiracy theorists, or even some scientists/historians that have similar views regarding mythology.

If this whole Quirk thing happened back in the Stone Age where no one had the benefit of science or awareness of DNA, anyone born with an otherworldly power would have been worshipped as a deity. Or the ones born with a non-human appearance would have been reviled as monsters.

So following the idea of The Resurrectionist, maybe the sudden appearance of superpowers did lead people to take a closer look at the old myths and consider the stories of the gods/goddesses of old were originally stories of people with 'Quirks' who rose to power.  Humans with meta-powers ruled the world for a few centuries, then those powers inexplicably died off. For a variety of reasons or maybe unknown reasons, humanity lost that history but remembered the old stories and chalked them up to just myth until the powers that made it possible began to reappear full force several millennia later.

Some myths began as historical events but in being handed down hundreds of generations, the multiple tellings and retellings exaggerated them into the realm of impossibility.

Lightning/electricity powers:  Zeus, Thor, Hinon

Fire powers:  Hephaistos, Surtr, Hestia, the phoenix

Foresight:  Any seer, prophet, or oracle that appears in any myth ever

Ice powers:  Yuki-onna, Skadi, Morana

Water powers:  Poseidon, Chalchiuhtlicue, Anuket, Tlaloc

Plant-related Quirks:  Demeter

Gigantification Quirks: Giants, titans, nephilim

Ryukyu:  Is a dragon.  ‘nuff said.

All Might:  Herakles

Tokoyami having a bird head but otherwise appearing human is pretty reminiscent of the old Egyptian gods.

Hawks:  Any winged creature; take your pick.  Personally, the one that comes to mind for me is Hermes.  He only had wings on his sandals, sure, but the trickster archetype resonates.

Tsuyu: Naiads, nymphs, rusalki, any kind of water fae

Momo: Sedna (created sea life from her finger bones), Ukemochi no Kami (produces food from her own body)

Best Jeanist: This one's a bit of a reach, but the fabric thread thing coupled with the long, spider-like limbs kinda brings to mind the story of Arachne the weaver.

We do get a nod to Ancient Greek mythology with the prison Tartarus.  What better place to lock away beings with god-like powers than the prison of the Titans itself?

Obviously an incomplete list, but you see my point.

Personally, I'm leaning toward cultist ideology with this one as I find it hard to believe every civilization would have forgotten about a previous appearance of Quirks. But civilizations die off, civilizations are overrun by others and their histories are suppressed, maybe this hypothetical 'previous Quirk phenomenon' wasn't as widespread as the current one and so fewer people were affected and therefore fewer people were alive to verify the truth of facts, maybe this hypothetical time was from an age of oral history and nothing was documented properly, so not impossible just really, really improbable.

Still, I love mythology and I find it an interesting headcanon to think about.

[rrezshifts]

🍹margarita & 🍵 strawberry matcha for your dead boy detectives dr!!!

a specific dead boy reality ask is crazy but i’m so excited omg !! thank you so much for the ask love !!

🍹 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ margarita : what do summers look like for you + your s/o? are you two the type to lounge in front of a pool, or do you prefer to be at the beach? would they play mermaids with you in the sea, or would they rather collect seashells with you as you walk along the shoreline? what would a "beach episode" in your lives look like? . . . even during the summer, work never stops for the us at the agency. from the time i joined in 1998 to 2024 our summers are just busy as well as (only me) struggling with the heat. when we did get breaks, or more accurately charles convinced (complained to) us to take breaks we’f find things to do. we’ve done quite a lot in over 20 years in the very limited space of england. in the past i’ve taken them to beaches, because a life without beaches, for me, is a life not worth living. usually these beaches are empty ones we find, so as to not attract attention. because while we are at these beaches i will touch them so they could connect with the mortal realm and gain their senses back, feeling the sand on their feet or the waves hit their legs. but doing this also means they can become somewhat visible to other people… which isn’t totally ideal. but beyond beaches we also just go walking around London, even taking public transport, hitting our favorite spots. ordering food and holding them again so they can taste the food or drink i ordered for a split second. i’ve also tried to convince them to travel to another country, edwin is harder to convince then charles of course. we’ve managed to travel to a few places in the past 25ish years.

🍵 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ strawberry matcha : what scents remind you of your relationship? maybe this is a perfume or cologne your lover wears, a candle scent that reminds you of the soothing energy you feel around them, or an essential oil you spritz on your pillow before shifting . . . it’s crazy you picked this one because scent is actually so important to me and then in this reality. due to the fact i am partly omnipotent i have psychic like powers, though the way i gain information physically is often through the senses. so when im around both edwin and charles i can actually smell “them” or more so their stories. edwin smells of dust, old books, he has a vague smell of a preppy bright cologne, he smells of wood and mossy stone, he smells of chalk and oranges. charles smells of the river and almost a mildewy smell, that old dusty record smell, leather, he smells a bit irony, he smells like old comic pages, the tiniest hint of some tropical fruits like mangos, and he has this more musky cologne smell. both of their smells have a lot to do with how they died, and i’m very much aware of what part of their lives the smells are associated with. i didn’t tell them for a looong while that i could smell them. i enjoyed their scents, it felt like home. and when i was feeling shitty i would focus my attention on their smell to increase the intensity of it and it would just envelop me. but i didn’t want to freak them out or make them uncomfortable. eventually i had to come clean when i had accidentally said “even charles smells better than him.” when making a comment about some mortal teenager i was interrogating for a case. i don’t know why i couldn’t forsee they would actually be incredibly interested in the fact i could smell them. probably just got in my own head i suppose.

© rrezshifts last updated. 02/10/2025

[the-green-flame-a-wicked-fanfic]

Chapter 5

Several months had passed since Morrible's fall and the fires of revolution had faded to embers.

Oz had been rebuilt, not just in stone and gold, but in spirit. The ruined Emerald City had given way to a new heart of the land—a peaceful village blooming around Ozma's restored palace. It stood tall and proud in the center, not as a symbol of dominance, but as a beacon of unity. Trees lined the quiet paths, laughter drifted from open windows, and the air was filled with birdsong and hope.

The Animals, once voiceless and hunted, had returned to their homes with dignity. Among them, Dr. Dillamond now stood once again in front of a classroom at Shiz University, chalk in hand, smile proud, his voice unshaken.

Fiyero had returned to his human form—straw no longer stuffed into his skin, but memories of his scarecrow days still grounding his humility. Boq, too, had been freed from the Tin Man's hollow curse, and now walked the roads of Oz with purpose, determined to mend the wounds he once overlooked.

And one by one, Ozians came to Elphaba.

Some bowed, others wept. A few only managed whispered apologies before rushing away in shame. Even the Cowardly Lion, older and wiser, had sought her out to offer a tearful embrace.

Not everyone had forgiven her—not yet. There were still frightened glances, still nervous whispers. But Elphaba didn't mind.

Healing, like magic, took time.

She stood beside Glinda now, watching the sun set over the village below. The palace's spires shimmered with warm light, not the cold gleam of the Emerald City's towers, but something gentler.

Glinda's eyes misted with quiet melancholy.

"What are you moping about?" Elphaba asked with a smirk.

"I miss the Emerald City, Elphie."

Elphaba sighed, folding her arms. "Glinda, that village was there long before the Emerald City. Oz was never meant to be some glitzy tourist attraction. And that's exactly what the Wizard—what Oscar—turned it into."

Glinda frowned, still staring at the horizon. "I suppose you're right."

Before Elphaba could respond, a gentle tap on her shoulder made her turn.

It was the young woman she had freed earlier—wide-eyed, familiar, holding something in her hands.

The Ruby Slippers.

"I believe these belong to you," the girl said quietly. "Or… to your sister."

Elphaba blinked. "Dorothy?"

Dorothy nodded. "I… I thought you might want them back."

Elphaba looked at the slippers, then gently pushed them back. "No. I think it's time I let go. Nessa wouldn't want me holding on to grief forever."

There was a pause. Then Elphaba took a breath.

"I owe you an apology," she said. "I treated you like an enemy. I blamed you for my sister's death, and I let my anger make me cruel. You were just a child."

Dorothy's eyes shimmered. "I forgive you. I know what it's like… to lose someone. My parents died in a flood when I was little. I never really talked about it much, but… I get it."

Elphaba reached out and embraced her. They held each other for a long moment.

"I thought you returned home years ago," Elphaba said.

"I did," Dorothy replied. "But… things got worse back in Kansas. There's a war happening now. A big one, with the entire world. Glinda offered to let me, Aunt Em, and Uncle Henry stay here in Oz until it's over."

Elphaba nodded, her brow softening. "You're always welcome."

"I was thinking of going to college soon," Dorothy added with a hopeful smile. "Do you have any recommendations?"

A grin tugged at Elphaba's lips. "Shiz University. Best institution in Oz. And you'd have the finest goat professor in the land."

Dorothy laughed. "I'll tell Aunt Em."

Just then, Chistery swooped down beside them, bowing low. "Pardon the interruption, Master, but Her Majesty Princess Ozma requests your presence."

Elphaba raised a brow. "Do you know what it's for?"

Chistery grinned. "Not a clue."

Elphaba flew to Ozma's palace, the breeze pulling at her cloak. Billina, the proud golden-feathered chicken who served as Ozma's palace maid, greeted her at the gate with a curtsy.

Inside the grand hall, Ozma sat upon her throne. Elphaba knelt before her.

"You've helped restore our kingdom," Ozma said, voice rich with gratitude. "You've given hope to people who once feared you. And the Winkies—they've asked that you become their rightful ruler."

Elphaba's eyes widened.

Ozma continued, "So I ask you… how does the title 'The Good Witch of the West' sound to you?"

Elphaba hesitated.

She rose slowly and shook her head.

"I'm honored, truly. But… I can't accept that title. I know I'm not a bad witch. But I don't believe I'm a good one either. Not yet. I just want to be called what I've always been…"

She smiled.

"The Witch of the West. Nothing more."

Ozma regarded her for a long moment, then nodded with understanding. "Very well. Then go, Elphaba. The Winkies await."

Elphaba flew west, her broom slicing through the clouds, Winged Monkeys flying in formation around her. Below, the yellow fields of the Vinkus stretched wide and golden in the evening sun.

As she descended, she saw them.

Thousands of Winkies gathered below.

And as her feet touched the earth, they bowed.

Every last one of them.

Elphaba stared, stunned.

"Is this a dream?" she whispered.

But no—this was real. The cheers, the respect, the peace.

She closed her eyes, breathed in the fresh, sweet air of a land finally free.

And for the first time in her life, Elphaba smiled without hesitation.

This was home.