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had a vision where they retire young and retreat to domesticity and do chores like yard work together (click for quality!!)

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whats a little sparring between bros

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“Ship means something you want to see happen.” Bitch, no it don’t. This weird-ass modern culture of lobbying show-runners to make your ship canon didn’t emerge until the advent of social media. (And recent social media like twitter, not shit-you-forgot-existed like MySpace.) Shipping and fandom in general have been around much longer, so you can stop acting like “this is the way it has always been uwu” right the fuck now.

Until relatively recently, most fans I’ve known have been perfectly okay with their ships never being canon. I, personally, would be actively offended if certain ships of mine became canon. That is not why I ship them. What I want from canon and what I want from fandom are often entirely different things that only intersect on the margins.That is why fanworks are called “transformative” ffs.

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heartbeat lullaby💤

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Ride on time, wandering thoughts, Take it gently and wrap it gently. (Tatsuro Yamashita - Ride On Time)

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Them 🔥⚡

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I've been meaning to write this one for a while~ Can't seem to remember where the inspiration came from but it struck me like lightning because although it was obvious, it's easy to forget that-

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-He was Only 18

Sometimes, the world forgets that it's last bastion of hope is a teenager.

Gen doesn't.

Or at least, at times he doesn't.

His age is easily overshadowed by the immense knowledge his mind holds - millenias worth of contraptions, arithmetics and it's roundabout workings is something Senku had mastered.

And although a genius in his own right - the shortcomings crashed in the form of something modern times couldn't have brought to life the same way the second Advent of Stone era did.

Killing someone who killed you should have been cathartic at best, but Senku finds himself at a loss when he feels the exact opposite of catharsis to have settled an equal score with Tsukasa.

At least they won't be jailed for this in the meantime - his mind helpessly compensates but his laughter came so hoarsely, wet and barely above a whisper.

Gen remembers that Senku was only 18 when he kills Tsukasa.

The mentalist was the first to return with lithe steps towards Tsukasa's resting ground, finding the young scientist leaning heavily by the cave's cobblestone archway. A dimly lit lightbulb hangs itself somewhere above and it casts this somber shadow on Senku's tired eyes that is slightly red at the edges.

The waterfall was deafeningly loud - and so is the freezer's engine.

Gen finds nobody by the makeshift straw bedroll and he realizes that oh, so he has slept now.

It was when Senku took notice of Gen, and the latter sparing him a glance that he remembers.

Senku was only 18 when he took a friend's life.

Gen doesn't entirely understand how it worked this way, their friendship. It is as bizarre as it can get but he's not one to talk with all the superficial connections back in modern era.

So when Gen sees that Senku's tears hadn't been fully emptied, he approaches him. Slowly, surely, and gently. When he is but inches away, Gen let's Senku reel in the warmth of a real, living person.

All Gen could offer was a shoulder to cry on - because he doesn't understand. The grief, the pain, the heaviness and loss. Despite being a master of psyche, there's still a limit to what his wits can grasp. Now is not one of the moments to let his shallowness resurface and he let's Senku's forehead lean on his shoulder.

Senku was only 18 and he is already carrying a lot on his shoulders.

The force hits hardest when Senku's hands grasp the sleeves of Gen's puprple haori, his shoulder quaking upon withheld frustrated sobs with clenched teeth and pale knuckles.

They already know that Tsukasa can be revived upon searching for the source of petrification, but this doesn't make it any less painful.

Gen had no one to lose back then, but he feels this tiny speck of grief at this point in time. There is so much to lose now. Too many people he cares for.

Ah, maybe I slightly understand now.

Two, careful arms threaded itself on a clothed waist, and Gen feels another sturdy chest against his, and he hopes this grounds Senku despite never being in favor for touches. It took quite a while for everything to calm down - the rumbling waterfalls and the engine now sounding softer, fading into a white noise as Gen strains to hear hitched breaths.

There was none, but no one pulled away.

Gen was aware and so is Senku himself - but they guess they're both still a little out of it.

"Gen,"

"Hmm?"

Gen feels the grip on his haori grew tight.

"It's nothing." But Senku never moved, and quite the opposite - he pushes himself further in the embrace, wanting to be enveloped further in this comforting space that Gen seems to readily give.

Senku doesn't understand because he also wants to run away at the same time. From the moment Gen stepped into the cave, there was this hidden perforated line that he consciously crossed and Senku has never wanted to run so bad in his entire life.

His eyes were red, and Tsukasa just died and he can't let anyone see him like this.

Yet, when Gen took such light, steady steps - his feet were nothing but aching and planted to ground. When Gen was within his permieters, he wanted to get away but instead, when he saw those soft ashen blue eyes - he crumbled.

The fight in him drains and he melts into the arms of unfamiliar touch. Unfamiliar, but not unwanted. Awkward, but he revels in it - because it's probably only awkward for him.

And it was when he is stripped naked of walls - tears dried and grief still intact, he holds Gen tighter and buries his face into the juncture of Gen's neck.

"Gen," he tries again.

"Yes, dear Senku?"

"Don't," he stops, wavering with a bated breath. Then he sighs. "-don't leave."

Gen was confused for a short while until it hit him.

"I won't." Words so soft, gentle and barely above a whisper but it carries so much weight that it lifted the burden off of Senku's stiff shoulders.

After all, Senku was still only 18 when he tries to save the world - and fears of losing the most important person in his life.

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I can only hope to heavens that I tied this up neatly 😅😂

#sengen #dr stone spoilers #sengen fanfic #reblog #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :'( #nicely written #love it

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Home is What You Are

Gen comes home with sore limbs and overly-fatigued social battery. Irrevocably and arguably most tiring, and this is how the entertainment industry leaves him most days - craving for the comfort of his warm weighted blankets and fluffed up pillow.

So when he staggers from entrance to bedroom of a shared flat with his roommate, the soft padding footsteps of another person immediately makes Gen feel so much, much more comfortable and tired. Good type of tired.

Gen wants to sink into his roommate arms but he guesses Senku must have been up still from another project - an excuse that Gen has long figured out because the coal-eyed boy probably just wants him to come home to someone awake. He doesn't bring it up ever, simply accepts the reasoning in fear of pushing the ever-welcome sentiment Senku so rarely gives. It's got him feeling butterflies, a soft tug on his heartstrings and by the time he's completely settled into it - Gen doesn't have the heart to stop it. Let's it be a little routine he would look forward to even if the world tires him.

So Senku stays up - Gen comes home to him and he couldn't have wished for a better flatmate.

He wishes for a bit more - maybe for Senku's arm to be his home but that's a bit of a stretch so he shoves the thought away the same time Gen's falling face down on his inviting bed. Senku being his roommate is enough - he thinks but doesn't even bother to take off his makeup and outside clothes.

"Welcome home." Senku greets, in tow and facing Gen from their shared bedroom's doorway. The latter simply replies in a soft hum, too tired to speak and the warmth that spreads in his chest making him fall faster into the world of slumber.

"You still haven't changed your clothes." The voice is closer now, softer and probably just beside his bed but Gen still makes no move to clean up after himself. He's too tired and Senku's voice was the only presence keeping him grounded to consciousness.

A few beats of silence and Gen was almost slipping until he feels a pair of arm turning him over. He lets it be.

"Such a baby." Senku grumbles, and Gen chuckles hoarsely. Tired, still too tired so he doesn't open his eyes but let's Senku have his way. The boy calmly and tenderly guides him to change his hoodie into a more comfortable crisp shirt and still being awfully compliant when his pants also get unzipped and changed into clean boxer shorts.

Gen wouldn't overthink this for tonight - let's it be a problem for his future self to keel over. Eyes still closed, he lets a low rumble escape from his throat, too incomprehensible to mutter out a thank you. Senku seems to understand anyway, and chuckles quietly in reponse.

"I'll remove your make up now okay? Then you can finally sleep, you big baby."

Gen slips for a few moments until he feels himself being pulled into someone's lap. Then there's a dab of soft, wet, warm cotton on his face. Senku was awfully gentle and even in the verge of being pulled to sleep, Gen feels a fan of breath spread over his face. He takes a peek with one eye, and in the haziness sees Senku's face inches away, his eyes glints of something akin to tenderness.

Tonight has been nothing but quiet, and soft and even Senku who is usually abrasive was uncharacterstically careful with him.

Senku didn't falter, continues even with Gen's now more profound awareness coming into play and his ashen blue eyes now watching the boy above him with great wonder. Senku dabs on his cheeks to smudge the blush, and then on one eye as he hushes a gentle let me get this one- and Gen complies by closing his eyes temporarily and soaks in the feeling of being cared for. He settles in deeper into Senku's lap when the scientist have finished removing his eyeshadows and eyeliner.

Few rustles of plastic and a brand new cotton on hand, Senku moves on to remove the lipgloss on Gen's lips - gentle, soft caresses of warm cotton slowly removing the layer of glittered layer of gloss and it goes on for a few seconds. Gen hums every now and then - almost purring and Senku doesn't tease him for it, simply lets it and only scoffs.

When he's done, Gen feels Senku turn to dispose the cotton but makes no move to get Gen off his lap. Gen simply watches him throw the used cotton balls by the table down his bedside trashcan, simply marvels and savors the moment when Senku looks back down on him in what he deems the loveliest the boy could ever be.

"You can sleep now." Senku says, whispers and Gen wants to giggle with how ethereal his drawl sounds like in the quietness of their room - but still being tired, he only hums again and eyes fluttering close to bury his nose deep into his roommates thigh.

He almost wants to protest when he feels himself being partially lifted off Senku's lap, only to be more content when he finds himself being pressed against the boy's chest and he smells pleasant, feels so, so warm as his arms pull Gen closer.

Gen still doesn't think too much of it when they are sharing one bed, makes it a point to embrace his roommate back and to snuggle closer.

"Good night, Gen." It was the last words he hear before finally, finally succumbing into sleep, and of arms the he most certainly would call home.

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College is reallyyy tiring -so I am pretty sure I projected my tiredness on Gen a bit. I really wanted to be comforted so I did this sufficiently self-indulgent fic that is hastily written 😳 also because SenGen is such a comfort to me 💖

I scramble to this ship like it's my home 😔😔💘

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Just here to update that I am alive, I just haven't felt like doing ship art in a while. Thank you for enjoying my content anyway. :)

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More Black Bulls Headcanons!

You know when a kid is hyperactive and finally passes out after a long day? When Luck eventually runs out of juice, he'll take a nap, and The Bulls have agreed to never disturb him. Though Magna might bring out the markers-

Asta uses Charmy for weightlifting-

Gauche learns to bake sweets from Charmy so he can make some for Marie

Noelle likes to teach Grey how to be more confident in herself. They go shopping together too.

When the Bulls are busy training, Henry likes to wait for them in the living area, but sometimes falls asleep on one of the sofas. Since Asta's usually busy, Yami's the one who can be around him the longest, so he'll swiftly and quietly bring him to his bedroom when no one is looking. So have fun imagining Yami just sweating while carrying that tree of a man, then tucking him in bed just in time, mana now depleted.

Yami doing dad things discreetly is my favorite thing to imagine. Covering Vanessa when she's sleeping on a couch, yelling at Asta to get his butt inside when he's been training all day, just listening to Gordon ramble about weird stuff, taste testing for Charmy when she gets experimental- Once Magna's fireballs nearly hit Noelle and he bounced it back at him. Also when Luck is being too crazy, he'll just grab him and throw him multiple times to tire him out (like fetch but he's the ball AND the dog-)

Zora likes to stay outside most of the day, but The Bulls will try to get him to come in and join them like he's a stray cat... Sometimes he humors them and they cheer and get all excited about it.

Stray animals sometimes find their way inside, and Vanessa takes care of them til they're ready to leave again

Noelle. Asta. Stargazing on the roof.

Henry likes to clean up after everyone late at night. Sometimes he'll spot Gordon trying to do the same thing, and they'll have a nice chat while cleaning, from afar. It actually helps Gordon speak up a bit, since they're kinda far away from each other.

Henry is good at helping Grey calm down, he helps her slow her breathing and helps her ground herself. His slow, calm voice is really soothing. Gauche actually noticed this, so when Henry's not around and she's panicking or flustered, he'll try to be more patient and remind her to breathe.

Asta isn't very good at calming people down with his voice, but if Grey needs it, he'll offer a big hug for as long as she wants.

^ Noelle tries to work up to courage to ask for one too when she's stressed.

Finral is the main guy who deals with drunk Vanessa. He keeps her under control, cleans up any spills, and tries to get her to her bedroom before she passes out. He isnt always successful, though.

Yami tells stories at dinner to keep everyone from getting too rowdy.

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

#i dont write very often #and im not very experienced #but of course i wouldnt mind

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“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

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Made a new post bc that other one was getting old. As I mentioned, I'm buying a drawing tablet for a friend and need money to pay for food, meds and other living expenses. If you could please share this post, it'd be greatly appreciated! Thank you!

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when you realise fangirling and adoring fictional characters is a “safe” way to express your natural affection & enthusiasm in a way you never could with real people because there’s no possibility of rejection

Next on: dismissive avoidants and maladaptive daydreaming

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Black Bulls Headcanons!

• Magna does the leg bounce thing when sitting down for a long time.

• Vanessa does Yoga. Asta joins her sometimes when he’s bored or wants to change up his workout routine.

• Luck had started trading his passionate requests to spar with Magna for just spending some time with him casually. It’s not as exciting, but he can still beat him in cards or race him into town.

“Come on, just one round!”

“For the last time, I’m busy, man!”

“…Then can you help me prank Asta later?”

“Aw yeah, totally.”

• Grey likes to turn into the members behind their backs when they’re not looking and mimic them. Somehow, she hasn’t been caught yet. But when she does, she’s gonna have a dang heart attack. Also, she sometimes uses her big guy form to stick up for Asta when he’s being picked on by strangers.

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