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OMG THIS IS AMAZING. Perfect. Immaculate. New canon.

No one:

Hargon in DQB2:

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Some other silly dr stone redesigns

I love nikki

I couldn't stand the sight of hyoga's thousand abs

(edit: i forgot i wanted to add a link to the first redesigns)

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WHATEVER !!! GO MY PRINCESS

Apologies to all Stan fans 😔

I am a firm Stanley hater. I hate him as a person, and I think he’s a decent character. But damn I hate his anime colors. I don’t even know why! Something about the yellow ass hair with random honey-brown eyes rubs me the wrong way. I’m sorry all Stan lovers, but this is not it💀

Like he’s supposed to be intimidating?? He just looks kind of goofy like that. I always draw him with super light blond hair and gray eyes. The warm colors contrast his personality too much.

Although I will admit I like how the hair parts by his ears are darker, giving the appearance of an undercut which looks cool, as well as the purple lipstick. He’s killing it. But again, the cool purple clashes weirdly with the warm hair and eyes. They did I a good job carrying over his eyelashes too, they look very nice.

They did something similar with Luna, where they took her colors but made them super bright and unflattering. Like sure the dress could be passed off because it’s a target, but her hair is so bright and cool toned, it doesn’t work for her. All together it feels too contrasting and is hard to look at.

I really like Zeno’s colors, but he’s basically monochrome so like🤷‍♀️. They got him right at least.

All of this is in my opinion. I apologize again to the Stanley fans. You guys write great fanfic and I love you<3

STANLEY SNYDER

Love this

Imagine Luna being Obsessed with Senku's Ex...

Senku Ishigami x Reader

Song Inspo: Loosely based on Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo

A/n: I just wanted to write this idea out but anyone is welcome to expand on it!

After Senku agrees to be Luna's boyfriend, Luna is at Bar Francois complaining about how nothing has changed.

"Because obviously nobody'd ever be that outta line...right?"

Luna learns that Senku is that outta line. Leaning how he got married for the sake of science and even being a divorcé.

But it's what Yuzuriha says that Luna's obsession begins with you.

"It also doesn't help that he's fresh out of a relationship as well..."

Suddenly Luna is trying to wring as much information out of them.

Learning your name, how you look, how'd you met Senku, how long you were dating, but what she couldn't figure out is why the both of you split. Which of the two broke things off? She begins her investigation.

Suddenly she looking at the passengers of the ship and trying to figure out which one of them is you.

It doesn't take much because there you were standing beside Senku.

She spys on you both. Watching as you joke with each other, the distance between the two of you becoming non-exsistent.

How is that you got this version of Senku? Why isn't he likes this with her?

How do you get him to touch you so casually? His hands lingering on your back while you show him blue prints of your newest creation. There was no space between the two of you.

How do you get him to be so vulnerable. A soft smile as he listens to you. Complimenting your mind and your ideas.

Why did the two of you break things off when it's clear you still love each other?

Her attention is now on you. She begins to follow you. Studies you. Learns more about you. Wrings more information from your friends. Why you and not her?

Basically through Luna's perspective she notices that you two never moved on from each other.

if you had fans (you 10,000,000,000% most definitely don't this is entirely hypothetical) what would you call them? besides like part of the kingdom of science

Turbines. Next question

Uhhhhhhh fukcin like

She gets stoned

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

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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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.

she doesnt on my nothing til i dont

#MYNOTHING