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susie's story (esp in ch4) is so deftly realised. so often you see the "character who thinks little of themself is encouraged to pursue their True Value" storyline unfold in a way that has the character redirected away from "unfitting" desires, like a physically weak character who wants to be physically strong learning to value their personality instead or whatever but susie. susie who is - mechanically, in her stats in the game - best suited to hitting things with an axe, who "doesn't look like she should be playing the piano", is encouraged to pursue a skill she doesn't have because an educator took the time to get to know her and realise what she has genuine passion for. and she's not automatically great at it! she has objectively bad spelling and grammar in her letter to alvin, it's not like she unlocked some secret hidden talent - storytelling and communicating and creative expression in general is something she cares a lot about and genuinely enjoys, but it's something she has to work for. there's a reason why the gerson fight is so long and gruelling. but through this hard work and better understanding of herself we see susie learn how to reject imposed frameworks that occlude her actual personality - she literally shatters the tapestry that tells her the one and only way her story can end, and in doing so prevents Kris from ever having the chance to think of her in that position, whatever it is. it's her story, and she's learning how to tell it.

AND all of this is done without for even a second implying she needs to be even the tiniest bit more feminine than her rough and rude masculine self. hell, from the way she and gerson mirror each other in their loud and abrasive laughs, her unapologetic butchness is presented as a trait that aligns her closer with him and from there with her truest self

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dear people in america i am extremely sorry for your circumstances

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waiting.

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Whoever made American!Gen deserves to be eaten out front and back simultaneously every night before bed with glorious loving aftercare

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captcha

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Part 1 with Hyoga, Kirisame, Ukyo, Ryusui, Kohaku, and Homura: [HERE]

Part 3 eventually :D

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KISS ME

CLOSE YOUR EYES

MISS ME

I CAN FEEL YOUR LIPS

ON MY FINGERTIPS

/ref /iykyk /you know who i am hahaha so respond accordingly

//ooc: I actually have no idea who you are

P.. PARDON? Well that’s a bit forward but.. heh.. if you insist… ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

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It’s too late for me….. save yourselves…….. the mettatenna curse has taken me……

NO ONE LOOK AT ME

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im getting a vision of them

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Susie Ralsei and Kris(e)

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PARDON?😭😭

MY FUCKASS CAT JUST GAVE BIRTH AHHHHHHHH

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Hi!! I love your wriitngn .. my savior because barely any drst writers and yours is also just amazing on top of that..

Can I request Gen meeting reader who happens to be just as skilled in psychology as him? Like they ten billion percent see through his whole act

I don’t. Mind anything. freaky. If ou want.

THANK YOU!!^^

gentle on my mind — gen a.

what to expect: i am not a pro in psychology, minor spoilers of the south america arc

your sword's note: thankyu so much for the request dear anon! this is lowkey genius, proxpro is always saucy. this made me like tender idk why. title inspired on this song. more on my mistresslist

When Gen realized that the enemy was too advanced for the Kingdom of Science's demise, he left Kohaku and Chrome and decided to walk towards their base. Only he could do something so dangerous, despite his lack of physical prowess, his mind games had no parallel.

He never anticipated you as a variable —variables are too Senku, not him—.

You would always be around, when Stanley first took Gen to see Xeno, you were sitting in a corner, reading papers, barely noticeable. When they interrogated him, you watched closely, simply waiting for Xeno to look at you, but he didn't, so you didn't intervene.

Gen would ask questions, and Xeno would answer, but occasionally Xeno would look at you.

"How is everyone so loyal?" With a false fascination Gen asked, as if it was an inquiry to pass the time and not to collect information.

"We are at peace, only we survived so it is up to us to rebuild the world." With few words you replied.

"Say, dear, what do you think of Mr. Xeno's methods?" Gen continued, hands hiding in his sleeves, smiling manic.

"Your body language alone tells me a whole story, surely you know that." You laughed, an honest laughter; he was startled.

"Don't be trying to play coy with them, Mr. Gen." Xeno joined, putting his clawed hand on Gen's hair, ruffling hard. "Not even you can counter them."

From whispers in the hallways, Gen learned that you were starting your masters in psychology when petrification hit, and by coincidence had been close to where Xeno and his group were, so alas you were now part of the twisted team.

Gen would come by often, like a mischievous cat, with his sly smile, asking questions with a flattery you would dismantle almost immediately, but he persisted, that was why you ended up giving in despite being able to notice his schemes.

He was there for less than a month, and oddly, you started to see deep within him, past his traitorous coyness, past his cheerful facade, simply viewing clear through him, his simplicity, his sadness, his worries.

"The weather gets nice this time of the year." He nodded looking through the glassless window. Though he still maintained his persona, there were some only minor slip-ups. "What is your opinion on this?" He was more secretive with his words, logically selective when others were around.

"There is something primordial I enjoy about this life." You shrugged, sitting by the edge. "We did not have enemies before, so I only had to keep up the peace with words to back up the fear of Stanley. I also worked around, not much, but decent work. I miss modernity, in the best aspects as anyone would, some days of heat, I crave cola and sitting by the air conditioner while I listen to music, or whatever trivial stupidity. But I also like the community, though I don't fit much within them."

"Why so?" Gen asked; you noticed his eyes lighting up at the mention of soda, but he had to constrain himself and keep up the spy act.

You had sensed it, something sentimental and childish in him, not because of his mannerisms, it was something hurt in him. So you placed your bet.

"I don't agree with violence, call me a utopian." A laughter. "I grew up surrounded by it, so I was awoken by life into realizing that humans with their violence is ridiculous."

His eyebrows slowly softened.

"I like cola too."

His first words of sincerity.

When the sun went down, and everyone went to sleep —not the guard checking on him, clearly—, you two sat down at a distance and first met each other.

"So, I was revived by Tsukasa-chan to check that Senku-chan was dead, but turns out I got out charmed by electricity... and you won't believe it... cola!" Gen giggled, you both laying on the floor like teen girls with the legs up and all. "I kinda soulmate-d platonically hard and I decided to stay. Now I am in great dangers because my thirst won."

"Hey, how about this, you get me one of those Senku-cola, and I will join you."

He had to control himself to not burst out laughing completely, but he nodded.

The last weeks of summer that you spent with Gen, occasionally checking on the corn and slipping him some so he could later on surprise his friends —because the devotion with which he spoke about them was telling enough of the trust he had in their victory—, laughing at Xeno and Stanley, running through the fields and poking the cows, felt like the start of a new life.

By the start of the fourth week, the room where you sat, writing nonsense on a notepad as Xeno sat with his headphones coordinating some attack by Stanley, erupted in disturbance. Gen knew what was happening immediately, and his mind betrayed him when he grabbed your hand and ran along his friends.

"So you betrayed us." With an unexpected chillness, Xeno asked once you were on the opposite side of the tunnel.

"Just innate disagreement."

They managed to escape Stanley, for almost nothing, and set sail. Gen introduced you, and you started associating faces with names, prominent people of the tales he started telling you. Luna, Carlos and Max were surprised to see you, and somewhat embarrassed that their motives to join sides with the Kingdom of Science revolved merely around romance rather than something strong like conviction and morals (under the guise of cola).

It didn't take Senku more than half a day to deliver the promise of his malign twin to you, in a crystal bottle with his name on the tag, and you drank happily as you sat on the deck of the ship, as Gen fanned you with all his strength and sang whatever song first came to his mind, emulating what you had said you missed from the old world. It probably started there. The tingling feeling of not knowing what to do, pacing back and forth, punching air, giggling at his gestures.

It was not rare to see you two together at all times, hands in sleeves, with the cat smile, which you had slowly appropriated from him. Whenever Senku needed one of you, he assumed the other one was included, and he would get genuinely surprised if you weren't attached by the hip.

Gen liked being by your side, there was this sense of sincerity, your side was a place where he didn't have to pretend, nor analyze, he found himself being genuine, no second screen running in the background of his mind running calculations on techniques to flatter or manipulate or understand, it was simple, yet very complex, profound.

Whenever you were not busy, you two would share with each other, sitting side by side in the middle of the chaos, Ryusui and Francois running across, Ukyo mediating, Senku, Chrome and Xeno losing their minds, but in that chaos, everything was blocked out and you two could only hear each other. The stories never ran out, for they were not the grandiose stories that one would only tell as a funny anecdote, you could tell each other anything, a simple day of the past that came to mind, a particular hardship, a dream, a thought, an embarrassing moment, and it was all welcomed.

A particular time when Senku needed to boost the communal morale and his PR team (you included) needed to devise a distraction for the masses, you found yourself slightly peer pressured to drink, Chelsea jumping and cheering for you to drink until the last drop.

"Nononono, I only drink cola..." Gen exclaimed with worry, seeing that somehow the unwavering optimism that the geographer exuded had convinced you to drink.

He did end up tasting it, but acted like the throwing up cat and backed away to a corner.

"Did you know that..." You struggled to stand still, giggling, "The opposites attract thing is rare? We tend to gravitate towards people with similar personalities to ours."

"That figures a lot, though you may have sources." Gen nodded, holding you still.

"I do, did, somewhere in a slideshow for class, hehe."

"You are a little unwell, dear." He started walking towards a chair to sit you down.

"I'll tell you a secret, I like you sooooo much!"

His cheeks got red, not softly blushed like usual, red, bright and distinctive, so he hid on his hands.

By next morning you were oblivious to what had happened, but in an oddly polite manner Gen informed you of the incident, backing up his confidence with "drunks don't lie" and you started dating. It was not common knowledge, aside from the escapades you two would have to a corner to give stupid pecks to each other and then come back with frowns and nodding like you had discussed world threatening matters. Some figured it out, some others stayed stupid.

"Waiiiit, you two are together!?" Chrome stopped dead in his tracks at some realization that hit too late.

"They walked in sharing a jacket, not in the cute way, in the each one with one arm in the jacket way, two days ago, did you just only realize that!?" Senku scolded him, and went off a tangent explaining the scientific version of why the "opposites attract" made not much sense.

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Darkness flows.

A swarm is coming

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tenna stop being fucking depressed it's ruining the vibes

I’M NOT DEPRESSED!

I’M

GROOVY!

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figured i would post this here too….. Love this dialogue so much. Top 1 transgender protagonists

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my first official contribution to this fandom