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DR. STONE SEASON III | PART II ICONS 🫥

wisdom's about to get real, daaaang! ✨

can you help me with my research, senku? 🐥

PART I LINK 🖇️

PART II LINK 🖇️

[antsyandpantsy]

hi guys hi guyws hig uys

heres some silly ezra (3) and berry (8) doods

some headcanons below if u wanna read (which explain the drawings a lil)

So I like to think that Berry (8) stayed with Marina and Pearl for a little while, but after a while, Ezra (3) decided it would be better for Berry to stay at their apartment as it's pretty modest, and they're the only ones living there.

After they got Berry settled in, they decided to take her out to explore more of Inkopolis. They went to shops, parks, pretty much anywhere Ezra could think of. They didn't want to admit it at the time, but they really loved seeing Berry's reaction to each and every little thing they saw.

After it started to get dark, Ezra wanted to take Berry somewhere to see the stars. Dunno where that would be, maybe a balcony or some secluded area farther from Inkopolis.

Berry had the time of her life, and after Ezra showed her the stars, even showing her some constellations, she hugged them as a way of saying thanks.

Berry's love language is touch. She talks a lot through touch, especially when she isn't fluent in Inklish.

Ezra felt very guilty during this time. Their guilt is one of the reasons why they decided to take Berry around the city and offer their apartment to Berry. It takes them a WHILE to get through this guilt, even once they get into a relationship.

I'm still thinking of this, but I'm thinking Berry got her name with the help of Marina and Pearl (but also, the romantic and silly part of me wants it to be with the help of Ezra... idk teehee)

EZRA BINDS WITH TRANS TAPE TEEHEE. They get top surgery... I think... maybe

Also, those lines on their stomach are sh scars. Teehee!!!

This is so long I'm sorry lmao

Also, excuse any typos I'm too lazy to fix any of them

[asterrioxs]

also hi i doodeld and now thsis exists so ask him stuff ithink

[krinues]

Two years of NuggetSMP:DD

[rainbowrocketquotes]

Maxie 🔥

Oh boy where do I even START with this man?

I know it's a rendering thing, but by god he just looks so short and skinny like?? Blow a fan in his general direction, and he'll fall over, I'm telling you. His hairline? Where the fuck is it going? He's perpetually stuck between 30 and 75, it doesn't work. Not to even mention THE OUTFITS.

You ever wonder why nobody uses his first design? HIS PANTS ARE WAY TOO BIG AND THE SHOES LOOK LIKE THE SPRAY ON SHOES FROM CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS. You know how i said he's perpetually stuck between 30 and 75? THIS BITCH IS THE 75. His non-existent grandkids dressed him. Cmon grandpa lets get you THE FUCK BACK TO BED.

His remaster is better but not by much. You could have kept the cool ass shirt/jacket thing and put it under the coat if you were gonna go all out with the sweating to death, but NOOO, you had to do this stupid hoodie thing SEWN TO IT?? PLUS the shorts and leggings?? My man is that WOOL?? THE BOOTS ARE THEY TRANSPARENT? IS THAT THE TEXTURE??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, YOU WORK IN VOLCANOES DIPSHIT YOU'RE GOING TO OVERHEAT IN .5 SECONDS.

The only canon source material where his face and hair aren't awful, his clothes are still chaotic! He's wearing a poncho with horns on the hood. If you haven't seen him, look at this idiot (I love him):

On top of his terrible fashion sense, he's just an IDIOT IN GENERAL? Not only did he steal a submarine (why the fuck do you need a submarine) HE TOOK THE WRONG ORB? DIDN'T EVEN THINK TO TAKE BOTH ORBS?? JUST THE ONE? AND IT'S THE WRONG ONE?

This is the guy they trust to lead a whole ass team? This is the guy the fandom likes more?? The guy who didn't take high school biology? The guy who, in the manga, has an alcohol addiction who canonically gets murdered by his antithesis? Why does the community like Maxie more? I love him, don't get me wrong, but like... Really? This is the guy you project the SANE onto? THE SANEST GUY? NO! HE'S ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT AND HE'S 100% ON ARCHIE'S LEVEL OF CHAOS AND STUPID. END OF STORY.

Anyways I love Maxie I promise I literally dye my hair red and own a replica of his glasses. (This is not a joke)

[legendary-cookies]

(Source)

FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPDATE FIRE UPD

[shysheeperz]

[taskforcedistortion]

GOING HOME NOW.

MISSION CAN WAIT.

-M [Orange M for Maxie]

[levliesart]

We stay strutting

[amateurduhhh]

What About Me | Harvey x Reader

Summary: A story about how Pelican Town's bus revamp sends Harvy into a world of worry with the farmer.

Content warnings: injury

It was a calm evening in Pelican Town. Closing time was nearing, but Harvey always stood by for any emergencies that may need to be addressed. That was part of the glory that came with living above his practice.

"Okay, Dr. Harvey, I just clocked out, I'm gonna head home now!" Maru declared.

"Alrighty, see you!"

He leaned back in a desk chair, filing paperwork and checking inventory. In a quiet town like Pelican Town, it was relatively uncommon for anyone to need something when he wasn't open. Occasionally, the farmer would pass out in the middle of god-knows-where and that horizon would only be expanded by the new bus repair that was somehow managed.

Harvey didn't mind helping you out. In fact, he found it amusing at first. He understood it may have been hard to fully understand the body's limits with the work experience of an office worker. It was just something to scoff and roll his eyes at. What a silly farmer, he thought. 

That is until it became more frequent. It took a copious amount of begging and guidance to improve your habits. Harvey even informed you of the purple mushrooms, starfruit, magma caps and nutritious meals that might keep you in good shape while monsters tear at your flesh. As a result of your constant accidents, he made sure to keep his elixirs extra stocked. He only hoped that the distance from the Calico Desert and Ginger Island from Stardew Valley would encourage you to be safer.

A shrill ring from his phone blared next to him. He sighed and picked up the receiver, holding it to the side of his face. Regretfully, Harvey never even glanced at the number who called. Never did he expect it to be dispatch, calling in about an emergency trauma situation.

"Emergency? How bad is it?" Harvey stood up, and scrambled through the building to prepare for the patient. "Uh- y-yeah, bring ‘em in... I have the supplies."

He prepared an operation room as fast as he could. 

The emergency door burst open, and two people propelled a bright yellow stretcher to his operation room. The person was unconscious and blood sprouted out of their arm in sync with their heartbeat. "Patient was found in the Skull Cavern mines of Calico Desert. Patient is hypotensive and we can't find a pulse. We believe they suffered blunt force trauma to the chest. We recorded several medial lacerations on their left arm. There is atrial hemorrhaging–"

"I can see that!" He said. Harvey, examined the patient, his eyes catching sight of the face, causing his stomach to lurch and anger to set in his chest. In his residency, he was always good at handling the sight of blood, broken bones, and organs. It was never an issue. Until they had come from you. It wasn't something he could prepare for. The sight had caused a rock to form in his stomach.

"What the hell," he breathed out in white-hot rage. Harvey was fuming. "Why hadn't you put a tourniquet on their arm yet!"

"Doctor," the paramedic's voice was worried. "Patient's heart rhythm..!"

Harvey's eyes widened at the monitor. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was no other option than to remain calm.

"Sinus Tachycardia. Shit, the hemothroax is making her heart tamponade. Get me an eighteen gauge needle, I need to get the fluid out of their chest, ASAP."

"I'll prep the EGC first!" A paramedic offered.

"I don't have time for an ECG, dammit!" Harvey snapped. The paramedics scrambled at his outlash for his request.

He felt his nerves explode and knew it was for the worst. Panic made his hands sweat and slick underneath the latex gloves he wore. There was a great tightening in his chest like a furnace of hellfire every time his eyes dared glimpse at yours.

The paramedics prepared the entry site and handed Harvey a large needle. Now he knew he had to get it together. He drew in a sharp, deep breath. To calm his nerves he thought it was good you were unconscious to spare you the image of the largest needle you'd ever seen plunge into your chest.

The thin needle glided through to your flesh, without any navigation Harvey bore the task with nothing but intuition, until the needle penetrated the pericardium. Behind him, one Paramedic had their back turned, unable to watch this infinite medical wager. A true test of a gut feeling.

Sweat slid down Harvey's forehead when he felt the needle had found the pericardium. He steadily lifted the syringe, the paramedic watching it fill with blood while Harvey had his eyes on the heart monitor. A great flood gate of stress opened and deposited his mind to see your heart rhythm steady.

After the surgery, and the departure of the paramedics, Harvey remained slumped against the hospital wall. It took a while for him to work up the energy to be upset. First, he was thankful, second, he was angry. He decided to wait until you woke up to be angry.

Days passed since the surgery.

As of now, he stood weakly beside your bed, he had a tight grip on your hand. His brownish locks swept messily over his eyes, dangling like vines in front of his glasses that slid down his nose. He was no longer wearing his white lab coat and the sleeves of his button down were rolled up, his necktie was nowhere to be seen.

After shock exhaustion hit him hard– something he experience a lot during his career but even harder since it was you on the operating table.

Harvey began coming up with random grievances, many of them being very valid. Like why is there no medical center near a very dangerous mine, let alone a desert. And why must you always venture alone? Especially without telling anyone? Why didn't you think things through before going down there?

A soft groaning sound came from your mostly motionless form. All except your eyelids remained still. A sudden wave of fatigue and a bone chilling pain all over made it almost impossible to move without wanting to die.

"Har... vey...?" you muttered, slightly craning your head to the side. He was just in the corner of your vision. His flustered face in all of its glory.

Harvey's physician instincts kicked in and began checking your vitals as well as asking you questions. "Do you know what day it is?"

"'s it the seventh of sp...ring?" you recalled.

"Where do you live?"

"Stardew Valley."

"Do you know my name?"

"Harvey."

"Now last question," said Harvey, a little irritated. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

It took you a moment to reply. The question didn't quite sound like it had an answer. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out.

"What?" you said, tensing up a little.

"I've lost count of how many times I've asked you to please be careful." His tone was desperate and distraught. You didn't pick up on the sincerity of his voice, being too involved in the pain in your side.

As soon as you realized what this was about, all the tension in your shoulders deflated. You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Come on Harvey. I'm going to be okay."

"You don't know that," he stressed. There was a hot anger in his tone that sent tendrils of worry down your spine. "So stop acting like your skin is made of platinum. You don’t even realize it, but you may just be the luckiest person in the Ferngill Republic! This isn't the first time you came into my clinic an inch away from death and every goddamn time... I don't know if you're going to make it."

You frowned. "Now... wait a minute..." Everytime this happened you saw the way Harvey's jaw locked, waiting for you to go home from his emergency surgery so he could break down over the fact he'd have to do it again.

He felt like his soul was becoming too big for his body, like a shaken Joja Cola threatening to burst. All he could do was tremble with desperation and anger. "You can't go back to Skull Cavern... and don’t think I don’t know about your little ventures into the Ginger Island volcano, hell, even the local mines-- you’ve lost your fucking mind-- you can't--."

You felt indignant. "That isn't your call Harvey." Even in your most vulnerable state, you stood your ground. It made sense to Harvey why you always ventured out into danger. "I can't believe you would even suggest that... that's so... selfish!"

"Maybe it is," he argued.

"What about my job, I make money by doing this! What about me leaving Joja Corporation to be here? The community center, too. Didn't get fixed without a few broken bones. What about that?"

The Joja Cola inside Harvey had finally exploded. A loud thud shook the bedside table and Harvey was standing, fuming. Tears cascaded like waterfalls down his eyes, ignited with fire and determination. His voice was broken and sounded like a scratched CD. 

"What about me!" He gestured to himself with intensity. “What about me! Oh, it’s just one crisis after another and it doesn’t seem like a crisis to you, but every time I see you on that goddamn gurney I feel like my world is coming to an end! Dammit, if you come in again, and I can’t save...” he choked on his words. “I thought you were going to die, don’t you get it?”  

You clenched your jaw, your face radiated heat. Harvey had scanned your eyes, as if he was frantically searching for something. He must have seen something because seconds after, he looked away, rubbing his eyes from underneath his glasses. 

“Would you save me again? If I ignored this little debacle between us. And as soon I could get back up on my feet, and I go back into the mines, come in with a hole in my chest, the size of your hand. Would you save me, if you knew you could? Or… or even if you knew you couldn’t?”

He winced, his moustache wrinkling on his lip. His head bobbed, nonetheless. “You’re so cruel, you know that.” he said, looking at you like you asked what color the sky was. “You have this terrifying grip on me and I don’t think you realize it. I would rather not think of anything like that... you dying. Yet you force me. Not just now, but every time I see you rolling into this hospital. If you died, if you were on my operation table, my emergency room, and you flatlined... I doubt I could bring myself to hold a scalpel again. I am so deeply in love with you. I'd save you a billion times in a billion different lives. Again and again and again, I would save you in a box, with a fox, here or there, or anywhere. I am saving you now, and you’re oblivious. The most potent medicine I can administer for the madness within you is my own goddamn pleading.”

"I'm tired of this," you confessed. There was long a silence of him examining you. There was dark reddish-purple bruising around your face and various large ones dotting the lengths of your appendages. Old bruises that hadn't yet healed reopened and fading lacerations from being handled by Void Spirits throbbed around your wrists. "You're right. I... need a break from the mines. I haven't let myself heal."

Harvey looked caught off guard. He froze, eyes glued to your pathetic, ragged form. Hooked up to countless monitors and machines. 

"I can't keep getting hurt like this. I... I try to act like it's no big deal but... I haven't been sleeping, it's so scary. I need stone and ore and money to expand my farm. I've gotten so caught up in boosting my efficiency I've completely turned into who I was when I worked for Joja."

Harvey was silent for a good moment. He took your hand. "(Y/N)," he spoke tenderly, his throat raw and shakey. "You live comfortably enough to take a medical leave from work. Doctor's orders, you understand?"

You frowned. Farming was your passion. But he was right, and the break might raise the prices of your crops if they become higher in demand. You took a deep breath, barely managing a nod. "I'll be awfully bored and lonely if I'm not working." You complained.

"Don't worry." Harvey managed a gentle smile. "I'll make my visits frequent."

"And long."

Harvey smiled. "One day, they'll be permanent."

[jackobbit]

Made this a few days ago! Mudskipper Moon :]c

So both Sun and Moon can crawl around on and off land, which I think is neat! Can’t wait to draw more of The Feesh next week!! (Stiiiiillll contemplating making a Mer Bloodmoon, or maybe a Mer Eclipse, unsure, but if I do it would be outside of the event)

[ID: A Magma drawing of a Mermaid AU Moon, Moons design is based off of a Mudskipper fish, the design is placed against a grey background. The upper half of Moons body is humanoid while the lower half looks identical to that of a Mudskipper, his body is colored in various shades of blue-grey. Moon holds himself upward with one hand, his fingers pressing into the ground. His other hand is help up, fingers hanging loosely. Moon wears a hat similar to that of a night cap. He is covered in vibrant blue spots. Doodles left by other people surround the image. /End ID]

[gaesnek]

okay okay okay so i haven't been tism about this yet (publicly) but like i really need people to hear about this

for ages scientists have been trying to drill into the mantle with things like the kola super-deep bore hole and just a few days ago... they still haven't.

BUT THEY DID HARVEST ROCK FROM IT AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS COOL!

Geologists managed to extract a kilometer long core sample of mantle rock through the Atlantis Massif and a "tectonic window" which basically means mantle rock was pushed up into the crust by tectonic shifting and got close enough to the surface seafloor that they were able to use a bore drill to harvest samples

now the reason that this is a major breakthrough for geology (and i would use all caps but i don't want to scare some of my mutuals away from this) is that this KILOMETER long sample could potentially change a lot of the things we know about plate tectonics, magma convection currents, earthquakes (falls under plate tectonics but important enough to get it's own mention), and geology in general.

What they find from analyzing the sample might change what you learn in school and that is any scientists DREAM

I am actually shaking bc of how exciting this is and i need everyone around me to be doing the same

[antsyandpantsy]

silly magma doods

[asterrioxs]

no he does not

[krinues]

[dangerouslyknown]

I love how you write for the admirals! I’ve read them so many times XD But I’ve been craving something with a little more angst.

Could I request the admirals reacting to their s/o passing away in battle? (maybe even a targeted attack they weren’t fast enough to intercept?)

Scenario: Admirals reacting to their S/O passing away in battle

I am back babyyyyy!! And thank you for your request :) I hope y'all like what I wrote! It has been a while since I wrote any scenarios.

Warnings: Death, violence (nothing too graphic) & angst (kinda)

Borsalino / Kizaru

The ongoing battle was nothing out of the ordinary. He has done this a million times before and not a single thought was given to the idea that something could happen. He had your back and you had his. You were a great team together. He fought with his usual attitude without a care, next to you… Until.

A flash of fear traveled through his whole body as he saw someone appear out of nowhere, charging a powerful looking attack towards you. He rushed towards you, trying to block the attack but the attack was way too quick, even for him.

His pupils dilated. Your lifeless body fell on the ground in front of him. He stood there in shock for a brief moment, processing what just happened.

His legs got weak all of a sudden and he almost fell on his knees, but he kept himself together. He tried so hard to keep a calm face. I´d generally view him as a logical person who doesn't let his emotions take over him, but in this moment anger, sadness and confusion took over him.

He charged towards your killer, attacking them almost recklessly. If you'd still be around to see his face, you would just see this maniac look on his face. He kept attacking until the killer was dead for sure. After that, he seemed surprisingly calm again. He returned to your dead body and kneeled down, looking at you. He realized that killing your killer didn't make him feel  any better.

"How dare you leave me," he said with a laugh. And for a moment he smiled, until the corners of his mouth quivered as he held back tears, trembling.

Sakazuki / Akainu

His job as a Fleet Admiral is fairly dangerous. He has many enemies and even most Marines probably dislike him, so his top priority is to keep you off the battlefield. This one time it was not possible though.

He fought proudly, making sure that no one even glances at you. The enemies teamed up on him and he was busy dealing with them for a moment when a pirate sneaked closer to you, pointing a gun at you. Sakazuki finished up the teamers and as he turned his head towards you, he immediately sensed danger. 

He rushed towards you, grabbing that damn pirate, but in that exact moment the pirate shot his bullet. Bang. Sakazuki heard your body hit the ground while still charging forward, tightening his grip on the pirate´s neck.

His anger levels went through the roof in milliseconds and he groaned loudly as he realized what had happened. He burned that pirate with his boiling magma and then launched a huge attack, letting out an angry scream over the top of his lungs.

Then he stood there, breathing heavily and superficially. He felt anger, hatred even. Hatred towards the whole world. Hatred towards himself for being so weak. 

"I couldn't keep you safe. What a foolish man I am,” he said as he took his cap off, staring at the ground covered in blood. “I despise myself for letting this happen.”

Kuzan / Aokiji

He doesn't like fighting more than he needs to, but he is always there to protect you. It's a drag for him to deal with enemies, but he does it despite complaining the whole time. Luckily most of the people who attack you two are fairly weak compared to him.

Nothing unusual happened as the enemies came, making him sigh at the bother of dealing with them once again. He chatted and protected you with the powers of the ice fruit, while you both were unaware that one of the attackers was a pirate which had quite a bounty on his head. The pirate broke through his ice, catching him completely off-guard.

Pirate damaged him slightly in the process, but before he could react in any way, the pirate had made their way towards you. He saw the situation in slow-motion, he saw how the pirate took your life…

In the matter of seconds, you were dead right in front of him. The pirate held your dead body, then pushed it away from them, towards Kuzan. He catched your body in his arms and held you, looking at you in disbelief. He kept repeating your name, trying to wake you up as the pirates fled.

You were not responding. He swallowed, feeling a thigh pressure in his chest. A tear ran down his cheek. He felt guilty for your death, but mostly sad.

He held you closer to him. "Seems like I failed. I am so sorry my love. I don’t know how I let myself be so easy-going and take things for granted." 

Issho / Fujitora

You accompany him on the missions he is on regularly. It's mostly not dangerous at all, but there are exceptions. During this mission, it wasn't long until you two were in the middle of a battle. 

Things escalated quickly and soon he had to go almost all out, bringing a meteorite to finish it all up. He is a wise person with a good battle IQ, but there was one thing he didn’t consider before launching his attack. The enemies were strong enough to slice up the meteorite.

And that is exactly what happened. He knew he messed up when he sensed it happening. He screamed your name, trying to get you to avoid it, but still. A piece of a burning meteorite flew right at you and despite him being strong and aware of the situation, he couldn’t react fast enough.

Your voice disappeared. He couldn’t detect you any more. Panic and regret filled his mind as he continued fighting. The meteorite wasn’t supposed to hit you, it was supposed to hit the enemies!

The battle continued, but he put his sword away. His hands were shaking and he tried to contain himself. He had a lump in his throat that felt like it blocked his talking and even breathing. He knew not to freak out, but he desperately tried to sense your presence. No success. The guilt and sadness were slowly gaining a mix of anger as well. 

“You are gone, my dear. And there is no one else to blame than myself. I sincerely hope you are able to forgive me, wherever you are.”