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Kitty cat

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Some doodles

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A little AU I got brewing where shit hits the fan during winter and Senku gets lost during a blizzard, and starting at square one with no science supplies, he's in total survival mode.

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I've been kind of obsessed with them since I watched the last season. I think Soren needed to be comforted by Corvus... They never really talked about what happened and it didn't sit well with me, so I drew this.

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What if Ryusui with a reader that just... doesn't really know how to express gratitude?

like. I do not process any emotions well, but I usually mask decently & am friendly. but one thing I CAN'T replicate well for some reason is gratitude for unexpected gifts. I appreciate all gifts i get, but I'm pretty sure I always just seem like "oh thanks... an avocado..."

I don't. purposefully try to be ungrateful or anything. I wear clothes people give me (as long as they're not Sensory Hell), jewelry goes in My Collection Of Shiny, I'll draw in sketchbooks, cuddle stuffed animals, etc, and I REFUSE to get rid of anything that was given to me as a gift lmao

i just think Ryusui trying to woo a reader who's default reaction is just a calm "oh- uhm- thanks-" would be a funny premise.

"I don't think reader likes my gifts :("

"... they hissed at me like a feral cat when I suggested using the jewelry for science-"

A Dragon’s Greatest Challenge

Ryusui Nanami was, in most things, a man of certainty.

Business, politics, exploration — all required clarity of vision, confidence, drive. And those were qualities he had in spades.

Wooing others? Please — effortless. He’d once made a career of it. Lavish gifts, charming words, the right timing — it was practically a science. An art form he had long since mastered.

But you…

You were a mystery wrapped in calm tones and polite smiles, and it drove him mad.

He’d noticed you early on in the Kingdom of Science’s growing community. You had a sharp eye, a steady presence — friendly enough, good at playing along, but something about you always felt… held back. Not distant, just controlled.

And Ryusui liked puzzles.

So naturally, he began his campaign: small, thoughtful gifts. To show you he was paying attention. A way to say “I see you.”

The First Gift It was a bracelet — handmade from golden threads, small beads and shells, woven with care. Light enough not to be irritating, elegant in a subtle way.

He presented it with a grand flourish, because of course he did.

“For the most intriguing one among us,” he said, flashing a grin. “A token of admiration.”

You blinked up at him, startled.

A beat of silence.

“Oh. Uhm— thanks.”

A quiet voice. No flush, no spark of surprise. Just that small, soft phrase — and then you tucked the bracelet carefully into your pocket.

Ryusui stood there for a long moment, brows lifting. That was… not the reaction he expected.

The Second Gift Maybe you didn’t like jewelry? He pivoted. This time: a rare fruit, sweet and juicy, one that took effort to find on the coastline.

He found you near the workshop, set the fruit before you with a wink. “For you,” he said, tone playful. “A delicacy worthy of a discerning palate.”

Again — that blink. A pause.

“Oh. Thanks. I’ll eat it later.”

You picked it up and moved on, leaving Ryusui standing there again, dumbfounded.

The Third Gift Determined now, Ryusui crafted a beautiful leather-bound sketchbook, the cover embossed with a dragon — his signature motif.

He handed it to you with a note, a dramatic tilt of his head: “For the one whose eyes always see what others miss.”

And… the same reaction.

“Oh. Thanks.”

You took it gently and walked away.

By the fourth attempt, Ryusui was sprawled dramatically across a log in camp, arm slung over his face.

“They don’t like my gifts,” he moaned to Senku, Chrome, and Minami. “It’s tragic! No joy, no delight — nothing! Doomed, before I even begin!”

Senku didn’t even look up. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Chrome tilted his head. “I saw them using the sketchbook earlier.”

Ryusui shot upright. “What?!”

Chrome pointed: across camp, there you were, sitting beneath a tree, completely absorbed in your drawing — the dragon sketchbook open on your lap, bracelet glinting on your wrist.

Minami crossed her arms. “Maybe your ego’s too big to see it, but they like your gifts. They just don’t show it the way you expect.”

Ryusui stared at you for a long moment.

You weren’t faking. You weren’t being polite out of obligation. You were using the gifts, wearing them. Treating them with care.

A grin tugged at his mouth. “How fascinating…”

From then on, he adjusted his strategy. No more grand gestures, no big expectations. He would give quietly — and watch, and learn.

Weeks later, he left a delicate necklace in your work kit, with a simple note: “For no reason but my own greed — to see you shine.”

He didn’t approach you about it. Simply waited.

Later, he spotted you — the necklace around your neck, no fuss, no words.

That was better than any blushing thanks.

But the real breakthrough came soon after.

Ryusui was helping Senku test a new metallurgical process, in need of a conductor for the circuit. He happened to spot, neatly tucked in your box of personal things, a few of the necklaces and trinkets he’d given you.

“Mind if I borrow this for science?” he called lightly, reaching.

You froze mid-step. Your gaze sharpened. And then — you hissed.

An actual hiss. Shoulders hunched, eyes narrowed, arms wrapping protectively around your collection.

Ryusui blinked. Then — he laughed. Loud and full of life.

“Oh-ho! So that’s how it is! A dragon guarding their hoard!” He beamed. “You do like them — you treasure them! I knew it!”

You flushed, but stubbornly didn’t deny it — simply gathering your things and tucking them safely away.

From that point on, it became a private game.

Ryusui still brought you gifts: small, thoughtful, useful. A rare stone for your collection. New cloth, smooth and soft. A book of pressed flowers.

He never pressed for thanks. But each time, he watched.

When he saw a bracelet appear on your wrist, or you used a tool he’d repaired for you, or found the fruit he’d left tucked in your bag eaten the next morning — it thrilled him.

You weren’t cold. You weren’t ungrateful.

You were simply… someone whose heart worked in quieter ways.

And that — to Ryusui — made you all the more fascinating. A new kind of treasure, one he had to learn how to read. And he would — gladly.

Months Later Sitting beneath the stars on the deck of Perseus, you glanced up at Ryusui where he leaned against the railing, arms crossed, watching the sea.

“… You’re still giving me gifts,” you said softly.

He looked down at you, grin lazy but warm. “Of course. I’m greedy, remember? Greedy for everything beautiful.”

You fiddled with your bracelet — one of his first gifts. “I’m… not good at showing thanks. I do appreciate them. A lot.”

Ryusui’s grin softened. “I know.”

A pause. He reached out, gently flicking the dragon pendant at your throat.

“I see you wear them. Guard them like treasure. That says more than words, my dear.”

You blinked at him — then, for once, smiled. Small. Real.

“…Thanks.”

And for Ryusui Nanami — king of the new world, sailor of seas and hearts — that was worth more than all the riches in the world.

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Seafarer ⚓

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yes. they are like, so gay

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I'm opening PRIDE YCH soon & this is my masc example -- Ryusui Nanami, that greedy bastard! (NOTE He also has a pansexual pride version, stay tuned :3c)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dr. STONE (Manga), Dr. STONE (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nanami Ryuusui/Reader, Nanami Ryuusui & Reader Characters: Nanami Ryuusui, Francois (Dr. STONE), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Menstruation, period comfort, feminist Ryusui Nanami, gender neutral reader, Pre-Relationship, But there’s still clearly something there, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Workaholic Reader Summary:

��I refuse to let this fuck with my work today,’ You tell yourself, as you slip on your shoes and head out the door. ‘Everyone on this ship has a part to play, and I’m not gonna let a little pain stop me from playing mine.’

It does, in fact, fuck with your work that day.

 Or, Ryusui forces you to take a break.

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key scenes from the lost episode of earthspark, in which mo befriends the weird new girl at school

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Chrome

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Maybe I'll make something more like a poster later?

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Customer Service Wolf.

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My version of Hyoga's face while crying over the crocoburger.

I didn't intend to make him look so cute 😂

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there are many things tumblr as a whole has to learn but one of them is “someone can reblog a post without them endorsing every action the op has ever taken, we are not beholden to do background checks on the producers of every shitpost on the internet”

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Once you become a certain age, it is your responsibility to unlearn behaviors that hinder your growth as a person.