NOT THE DORITO CHIN LMAOOO

God damn, pretty guys. Love their expressions and poses, they’re full of feeling(gay. The feeling is gay.)

doodle dump + WIP

His face is so relatable because you can be a very intelligent person all you want, HOW can you predict your ennemis made it a priority to build a perfectly functional tunnel all the way to your ass ??

They fought Stanley because they wanted to keep a plane ??? They were under the pressure of "i can come back and kill any of you any second" and their reaction was "well, gotta make sure i can use my plane on my boat" like ????

They saw the most obvious spy ever, let her come in, and found a way to make her change teams (they were trained personally by Gen).

They saw their ennemis were the very elite of the american army, and thought "yeah we gonna fight against them in a plane duel, and use our spears against their AK47" and it kinda worked (Stanley being undefeated is another story).

They dug a TUNNEL all the way under the castle to kidnap Xeno. HOW can you even think it's something that could happen. Xeno didn't loose (not really a loss, but not a win either) because the others are smarter, he lost because the others are batshit crazy and chaotic 24h/24. He literally can't predict their next move, no matter how smart his 4d chess plan is.

America lost the moment they let Gen walk freely in the castle anyway.

The fukcing censor lmao

Also yeah this is just them. Wise Generals more like the slay generals

'Wise generals' they said

😢😭😭

When Senku gets older — not old persay, maybe 30 or so — he lets his hair sit down. Brushes it back, making it look like Byakuya's did, only green at the ends instead of grey. He denies it to everyone, and of course there's no way to prove it's the same; there's no photographic evidence that Byakuya even existed.

And maybe that's why he does it. His way to let him live on in the new world as something more than a village founder, even though not a shred of dna remains.

The funniest bit in Doctor Stone is still Senku insinuating that another male character has feelings for him to make fun of them but never being homophobic while doing so

"oooh you want to kiss me soo bad well too bad I only like science."

Uhhhhhhh fukcin like

She gets stoned

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

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

Cling Radius:

(Word Count: 736 // Spoilers: none)

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

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

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

You didn’t dare move.

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

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

Except… it wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

No response. He only curled tighter.

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

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

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

Now?

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

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

“You’re overthinking again.”

You flinched. “You're awake?”

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

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

“Because you were cold.”

“I wasn't cold.”

“You could’ve been.”

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

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

You blinked at the ceiling again, mouth twitching.

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

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

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

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

That quieted you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too late, you thought, cheeks warming.

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

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

Their hair looks amazing💯💯💯

I don’t even know how to describe it but gens funky thicker hair gives me so much life. Also Senkuu’s like spiky bits look so swoopy and cool I love it💚💚💜💜

Also trans buds 4 life

rewatched some dcst w my friends today

writing isnt even like a hobby to me anymore its just that theres images trapped in my head and if i dont get them out fast enough they start rotting in there and stinking up the place