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Gen: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Tsukasa: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Silly meme redraw because he would…

I’d like to think the reason they ware gloves is to hide/protect their wedding rings.

It definitely went downhill after the American arc.

After reading the Treasure island arc (the best imo) to see how rushed and weird the American arc is was underwhelming.

Sure, I think the opening was cool and interesting, with new characters and a new villain but then came to the point where the KoS separated and it went downhill.

New characters get introduced so quickly and we don't get to know much about them except their talents (with the exception of Sai, he's cool and well written).

Like Joel, my man has some sick designs and what we know about them is close to nothing, only that he's so into his work that he can't talk to women and has respect for Kaseki.

Then there's Chelsea, a character that came out of nowhere just with the purpose of guiding Senku n' co because she's a teen prodigy. The story might try and give it a reason why she wasn't in the evil Disneyland but let's be real, her addition to the team is just unreal, you're telling me that a scientist like Dr. Xeno wouldn't send one of the many soldiers to check if anyone from that party broke free on its own periodically? And if he did that the supposed super soldiers wouldn't notice that one statue is gone and there's more stone fragments on the ground? For someone who's supposed to be the elites this sure doesn't feel like one. (The sign they left is a joke, one can never be so sure that a natural event or a wild animal torn down the sign)

Well characters aside, the story was still fine, a bit rushed sure but I'm telling you, after the 7 years arc (I sorta wished there would have been more chapters for this) the story just became bad, like I wasn't reading Dr. Stone anymore.

I started this series because of how informative the anime/manga was, but after that arc, well no more of those lengthy science breakdowns but just "let's go to ___ so we can find ___ to do ___" and I mean I get it, you can only write so much about science before dragging it out on too much, but you really gotta do it in just two-ish chapters?!

It took 200-ish chapters to reach America, and it was supposed to be the half point of the story, but no, it was the arc that started the ending and I hate it and I hate this story lost its charm so quickly.

The only thing that came out after America Arc was Sai and that's only because they gave him a backstory! A personality! And struggles and regrets that he managed to go over thanks to Gen! And all of that didn't make him feel like a rushed character...

Ugh I have so much to say especially with how Hyoga and Moz's redemption felt non existent, Carlos and Max purposes other than be Luna's simp and whatever the hell is wrong with Ginro and all his wasted potential. (My man dodges every development arc like I dodge the red flags in Stan) (I'm pretty sure he had at least 4 chances to have a character development but threw it in the trash for how sleazy he is) (still love him though)

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THIS EXACTLYYYY I AGREE WITH ALL UR POINTS, ONION-CHAN!!! Oh this will be a long reply, I'm so sorry lol

Dr. Stone manga spoilers of course!

Honestly, Dr. Stone became so unbearable to me after the American arc because I love it so much that it actually hurts to see how far it has fallen. I even dropped the manga and only continued it when it was finished after seeing how much screentime Gen got in that last chapter.

I really love your points about the characters and I want to get into that a bit too!

[Chelsea]

She's the first to be introduced out of the new characters and also the turning point of me realising just how rushed and unthoughtful Dr. Stone has become. Just like you mentioned, she's a character that conveniently appeared from nowhere with incredibly flimsy reasoning.

Don't get me wrong, Dr. Stone has always had the tendency to pull out new characters with whatever niche talent was required at the moment. It's a bit like Danganronpa, where you kind of accept whatever crazy thing that happens because you have to set your mind to operate on its terms to enjoy it. It's part of its charm, in a weird way. But then there's a limit to all of this and with the character Chelsea, Dr. Stone had thoroughly passed mine.

There's a reason that Chelsea differs from all the other characters. Say for instance, Tsukasa was depetrified at a convenient time when Senku and Taiju needed someone strong enough to fight off a lion. But Tsukasa was shown in the very first chapter when Taiju noticed and recognised him as the Ultimate Strongest Primate High Schooler. So it wasn't a case of him suddenly appearing right at the moment they needed him, it was somewhat foreshadowed. The same goes for Ryusui and the other modern KOS members. Tsukasa had Minami around to search and find these talented people, or he knew them beforehand like Gen. So while it's Dr. Stone logic, there is some logic to it. Unlike Chelsea who is a clear asspull.

And oh don't get me started on Chelsea somehow getting lost from a simple North vs. South. It actually drives me insane ( ╯°□°)╯ ┻━━┻ Not only is she supposed to be a prodigy, but she's also a modern timer? I get that it'll be hard for her to create glasses when she can't see clearly, but if you're telling me a primitive girl like Suika can figure out the pinhole effect and wear a watermelon with small holes because it helps her eyesight, how can someone like Chelsea, who is a renowned scientist not think of something similar?

The character itself is... well, I don't mind her, or more like, I don't care much for her because she barely feels like a character and leans more to being a prop. I really wished I could find it in myself to care (and maybe I will when the anime is out?), but currently to me, she's just there to be a personified GPS, share geography facts and occasionally say blunt things to speedrun any relationship drama/development because the manga is near its ending.

And again... why is it near its ending????????

[Joel]

Ah, it's like they just keep introducing these characters with no care put into it! An improvement from Chelsea since he didn't exactly come out from nowhere, but there's barely any information about him. Like ok, workaholic guy who acts like a jerk with men but a simp to women and only respects Kaseki because Kaseki is good at his work. His unique relationship with Kaseki slightly saves his character from being a total prop, but like, he's still another new character that's just there to me. A wasted potential, because it would've been fun if he brought a bit of steampunk aesthetic into the manga, being a watchmaker and all. I do like his character design though, so there's that.

[Sai]

I'm glad that Sai, as the last KOS member, had some flair to his introduction. Clearly sensei gave some more thought to his character, with the Nanami background which took at least a few chapters to fully get into. It wasn't so immediate or non-existent like the other two new characters. But what I do find regretful is that there didn't seem to be any foreshadowing to his existence despite being Ryusui's brother (unless I missed it. Ok well, there was that random fact dropped about how Ryusui was good at playing video games because he had a professional gamer tutor. It could be that he wanted to impress Sai, I guess, but I'm not sure whether to count that as foreshadowing or nah.) Well, at least his character wasn't pulled out of nowhere.

Sai, is also someone with opinions of his own which makes him feel like a character. He didn't just exist to readily accept KOS into his heart and start doing mathematics and programming for their sake. He had some resistance which gave some friction to the quick-paced end the manga was heading to. He was given some time to develop and become a character, which the other two unfortunately weren't. There's also the sick design he has got going on (though I really think some melanin would make it even better...)

So I like Sai, he's good and I felt the Dr. Stone charm coming back to life with his introduction. But it didn't help much when the plot was going downhill anyways with... whatever that last arc was.... which brings me back to this topic: HELLO WHY IS IT ENDING?????

When we were promised a World Tour, I'll be honest, I expected some full-fledged arcs in different countries besides America but nope! I can barely even remember the other countries they visited. So there's India to depetrify Sai, but did they even do anything there besides that? There's Indonesia where they made onigiri and... and I honestly can't remember! Maybe it's a skill issue on my part, IDK but I feel like all the other countries were made so irrelevant and it's really sad. It would've been so cool to dive into different cultures in the world and the social aspects that come with it.

And you're so right, American arc was "the arc that started the ending" which is still so weird to me. This was supposed to be the FIRST STOP to their global world tour. But instead, it felt like their only true stop to me. And all that wasted potential genuinely pains me. I can't help but feel like sensei just wanted the whole thing to be done with at that point. The rocket making was too quick.

But I think the reason for Suika's 7 years being executed within 3 chapters is because sensei was worried about the manga's continuity. He mentioned in an interview that he had planned for Gen to be the one who goes through those 7 years alone because Gen a) is popular hence able to keep the readers engaged and b) has his heart on the right side and so is able to survive getting shot by Stanley. The only reason he didn't go through with it is because he didn't like the idea of Gen being so much older than the rest of the cast by the end of the manga. I still grieve for this 7 years older Gen, though... But Suika was a good choice too.

Anyways, I could really go on forever but this post is too long lmao. Thanks for reading this far <3

Tldr: I'm so frustrated at all the wasted potential. I wish they took their time. But I love Dr. Stone.

@sasug4y look its so cuteee 😭💛

my internet was down. so I drew my babies.

CUTEEEEEEEEEEE

real happy with how the bow pose turned out

ahh youve done it again time to fall in love with more drawn characters (with colour this time)

+ this is the real colour of amaryllis and i am so here for it thank you for blessing my eyes 🙏 oh what a beauty 💛

yuri fans wya?!?

@sasug4y aint this just cute as hell 😭💛

A little bit of RyuKyo and RyuKasa that I made 🫶

Use styles they've made for merchandise with official art.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64544146/chapters/167542759

"Deep in the forest three men take a second to catch their breath. Even far away from the city wanted posters still decorate the trees depicting the group in front of them. They read “WANTED: Dead or Alive” along with the names of each of the men. Asagiri, Magma and Yo.

Asagiri freezes as he spots the poster and swiftly pulls it off the tree. 

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is bad! This is very bad! This is really bad!" 

He then turns the picture toward the other two men, "They just can't get my smirk right! Look at that thing!"

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Chapter Two of my Dr. Stone Tangled au is up!!!!

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

Look Up

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I don't usually dabble in realism - but this was a gift for someone very meaningful in my life. And some things just deserve to be painted as they are.

Autism and Noise 101

(Some slide have only been chosen due to picture limits. Full post will be posted below so you can see all slides)

Neurodivergent Lou

cinematographers need to stop being so afraid of lighting. like i get it your movie is grim and serious, but i promise it would be even more grim and serious if i could actually see what was happening

Reblog this if your posts don't have expiration dates.

So that your followers know it’s okay to dig through your blog and send in memes, starters, or responses to opens days, weeks, or months after they’ve been first posted.

YEAAAH IT'S MERMAY, I HECKING LOVE MERMAY !!!

Of course I have to do some Sengen fish boys first 💕

LOOKING FIRE OML

RYUSUI NANAMI 💥💥💥 WTF IS A EMPTY BANK ACCOUNT 💥💥💥

Senku: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Gen: But, I'll be so lonely without you, dear. Let me curl up in your arms so I can feel whole again.

Senku: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Gen: Is it working?

Senku: Do you want to know your gay name?

Gen: My... my gay name?

Senku: Yeah, it's your first name-

Gen: Haha. Very funny Senku-chan-

Senku: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Gen: Oh- oh my god.

Of course I'm gonna hit Sengen with the yuri beam

Luckily for Draco, Harry is a moronsexual

(noticed how I shot my ukyo-san plushies reminded me of a meme so I edited this. hehe might delete later👉👈)

I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.

IT IS AMAZIMG OML 🙏🤌💛😭 ITS SO PERFECT AND SO GOOD I CANT-

Something I wrote for university about Penelope waiting for Odysseus

@vega-theythem @defenestratehumanity

“Word came today, of Troy.” 

Penelope halts in her movements, head turning just enough to show she was fully listening to the girl at her side. 

“The city has been sacked, and the men are returning. Our King is on his way home.”

The queen lets out a long breath, chest a contradicting mix of tight and loose at the same time. Odysseus would be home within days, surely, and then he would be at her side again. Telemachus would finally have his father to show him how to live and breathe like the man the boy so desperately already wants to be. And yet, this news of his return left an ominous taste to the air, drying her tongue. 

“We must begin preparations for my husband,” She says in a low voice. “We shall be ready for when he lands on our shores.” 

The palace is a rush of movement. Grapes are plucked and made into wine, fresh bread baked, and meat readied for feasting. A great storm blows over the ocean, one that leaves the air tasting salty and metallic. Godlike, and spiteful. Days passed, becoming weeks, then months, then a year, and beyond. People whispered, palace slaves shared silent glances, and Telemachus waited daily by the doors for his absent father while other boys and men started to drift into the halls, the people of Ithaca murmuring about the sure death of their king.

“He will come today,” Telemachus speaks aloud, a mere thirteen years old. 

Penelope doesn’t respond to his pitiful hopefulness. While she, too, hopes for his return, fear stirs in her heart. That storm, the day Odysseus was sure to return, left an irremovable bad taste in her throat. The Gods had been angry that day. Posideon had been angry that day. For what reason, she surely could not know, but it was more than likely the old God had taken Odysseus, her husband, king, and dearest friend, and spirited him away, perhaps even to the Underworld. 

But Telemachus was too young, still, to understand, though one day he will. 

“You should attend your lessons, boy,” She tells him. He huffs and pouts, stomping his feet as he leaves her to her work.

The thread of the shroud rubs her fingertips nearly raw, as she rakes her hands through, destroying most of the work she had done on it just the day before. She had to leave some progress, so that no one got too suspicious, but this would not fool the men and boys taking up more and more space in her home much longer. It was a miracle it had worked for this long as it was, but soon enough, someone would catch on that she had no intention of finishing this project, not any time soon. 

She just had to hold on until Telemachus was old enough, then she would have him marry, and take his father’s place on the throne, where he belonged. She would not rob him of his birthright before he even had the chance to make a grab for it. She would protect him, no matter the cost, until he was ready. That was her duty, not just as queen, but his mother. 

Tears burn her eyes, but not from the stinging pain in her sore hands. Her heart aches. She hates to think these things, to have to make such underhanded plots. Odysseus was the tricky one, he was the one who could both talk his way into, and out of, all kinds of trouble. All with a wicked grin, no doubt inherited from his godly great grandfather. 

Penelope was clever, sure, but she wasn’t fit for tricks and lies, and there were plenty that knew that. 

“I can help with that, wife of my blood.”

The voice startles her, her hands pulling away from the shroud so quickly she hits herself hard in the chest. She stands and turns, searching for the man who had just spoken, who had entered her private rooms unbidden.

He flits about her space curiously, feet lifted from the ground as if he’d never once even touched grass or stone with his heels. He looks over her bed, built by Odysseus to be a part of the olive tree that grew beautifully there. She watches him dance through the air, taking in every bit of her personal space as he could before deigning to give her his proper attention. 

He drops himself onto her bed, pulling his petasos from his head and letting it hang on one of the low branches of the tree before raking a hand lazily through his curled dark hair. And for a moment, a real, firm moment, Penelope was sure she was looking at her husband, and it’s now that she sees just where he inherited his beauty. 

The God Hermes smiles at her, waiting patiently for her to be able to breathe. 

She gasps, lungs burning, falling to her knees in awe of him. He snickers at her, grinning Odysseus’ grin and watching her with swirling golden eyes, flecks of red and green making his irises sparkle even more. Looking at him is almost painful, his resemblance to her husband making her feel ill, and she wonders if he’s doing it on purpose, if his image is a mere projection in order to move her heart, and listen to what he has to say.

“I can help,” He repeats, his voice strange, accented with every voice, every language, his words feeling oddly out of Time, as if he’d pulled his vocabulary from the men who had come before, and would come after. “If you want.” 

“H-help?” She asks, silently cursing how her voice trembles in the wake of this seemingly benevolent God. 

“Mm. Ody’s mine, through and through, so it’s right that I keep you all taken care of, yeah? You ‘n the little guy.” 

The tears that had been threatening her lashes finally start to fall, soaking her cheeks in a matter of seconds. The Gods had not given up on them, they weren’t being abandoned just yet. 

“Please,” She sobs. “Please tell me what to do.”

Hermes grins, eyes sharp and mischievous.

“You’ll have to be strong,” He says, standing tall, dark hair glittering with the same gold as his wild eyes. “Stronger than you ever have been before.”

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“Mother!” Telemachus’ voice rattles her, though she doesn’t dare to show it. The boy looks and sounds more and more like his father every day, so much so that sometimes she can’t bear to even look at him. 

“I’m here,” She says from her spot resting on her bed, though she knows he’s already storming closer, his footfalls loud enough to shake the walls. 

“Are you sending notes to the suitors downstairs?” He asks, voice shaky with anger and pain. 

“They’re guests, my love. We must show them good hospitality,” She says softly, already bracing for his anger. 

“They’re trying to take you away! They’re eating us out of house, home, and wealth! And you’re encouraging it!” 

“Telemachus, please!” She lurches to her feet, moving to stand in front of him and take his soft, scarless face between her hands. “When you’re grown, you’ll understand better.”

He scoffs at her. At eighteen, he’s well grown enough, at least in his eyes. But without a father figure of any kind without Odysseus, he doesn’t truly know what he believes he does. Penelope sighs, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying, though if anyone looked closer, they’d see that she looked more calm than distressed, face too smooth for how many tears she’s shed. 

“My son, my precious prince, your father is most likely dead and those men down there know this. You must know this by now. You should start looking for a wife. You know your father and I were married by your age-”

Her son’s face goes red with rage and embarrassment, and he snaps at her to shut up, before shoving her away, turning on his heels, and nearly running out of the room. His words and tone wound her in a way that she’s not sure she’ll ever truly recover from, but she swallows her pain like she hopes one day he will swallow his. She forces herself to think of good memories, on days long past but never forgotten.

Odysseus had always been beautiful, just like the son they made.

They had been fifteen when he first approached her, all those years ago. He’d had the same strong nose and firm brow as Telemachus. His skin had been kissed by sunlight, and he blushed redder than any fruit or flower when he tripped over his own feet in front of her. 

In her mind, he was always glowing. He had the favor of Athena, and carried in him the blood of Hermes. The Gods loved him, and everyone knew it. 

And he loved her. 

He had bright eyes and a wide grin, and he always challenged her to word puzzles. He liked that she was so clever, that she could not only keep up with him, but in some cases even beat him. They spent their early days attached at the hip. Wherever she went, he followed, pattering after her like a duckling, quacking his questions and ideas. 

He’d gotten on his knees and begged her father to let him marry her. He’d given gifts, made grand gestures, and swore an oath to never even glance at anyone else. He needn't do any of it, as her father had loved him from the moment he saw how Odysseus looked at her, so it had been an easy decision. 

They married the same day, her good husband too excited to wait for propriety. It had been a secret, a quiet wedding with just them, and the Gods. They’d had a “real” wedding not long after, but they both considered that first night their true anniversary.

“Oh Aphrodite,” Penelope whispers into the wind. “Let my son find happiness in love, one day. He deserves at least that much for all his hardships.”

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Penelope couldn’t bear to think of Eurycleia as truly traitorous, but even still. She had let her son, her soft-hearted boy board a ship and sail into the sea without any consideration for how such news could affect her. The woman had looked after Telemachus for such a long time, and was well trusted in the palace, and yet she had betrayed her mistress, the woman who had allowed her to hold and love Telemachus as a second mother. 

She had betrayed her, then told her not to cry lest she spoil her beauty. As if that was truly worth anything when there was now an even higher chance for her to lose everything she’s spent all these past years fighting to cling to. The woman should consider herself lucky if she ends up merely sold somewhere else, rather than beheaded should Telemachus not return.

The Gods had given her good dreams that night, wishing for Penelope to find peace and calm, yet she woke to find her heart was still filled with stormy anger and wretched pain. Her husband was already lost at sea, what was she to do if sweet Telemachus also didn’t return? Did he even realize what kind of situation he had put his mother in? 

If Telemachus dies, she no longer has any kind of protection from the men haunting the hallways, waiting for their chance to snatch her. If he’d only listened, if he’d cared to think, to look past himself for just a breath…

The sound of a bowstring snapping makes her jump, a gasp mixing with a yelp as she freezes her panicked pacing and whirls around, fearfully searching for the mysterious assailant. Who she finds is beautifully familiar and unknown all at once, feet unburdened by the ground.

“Great Hermes,” She wheezes, finding it a miracle in itself that she can even bring herself to speak to him after he’d startled her so thoroughly. “Telemachus is now also gone to the seas. He vanished days ago”

“Yeah, I know.” He says, completely unbothered. He plucks the great bow he’d been toying with off the wall and weighs it in his hands, his feet folding into a criss cross under him, his feathered sandals flittering to keep him afloat. His uncaring tone makes her chest fill with ache and pain, more wretched tears dripping from her eyes without permission.

“Ah, no, don’t do that,” He makes an audible tsk sound, turning and wagging his finger at her like a parent scolding a child. “I worked hard to keep you from ruining your face by giving you false tears, don’t screw it all up now by crying for real.”

His words dry her tears, as if he’d cast some kind of spell over her. Her breaths come calmer, and her shoulders lose some of their stiffness. His voice is warm and thick like honey, soothing her burning heart. He stretches his legs back out and moves closer, somehow growing even taller. He looms over her, though his face remains friendly. He bends at the waist, lowering himself to look her in the eye, shining, godly golden irises mixed with green and red, meeting her more human brown.

“Both my husband and son have left, vanished into the horizon and I don’t know if either will return,” She says softly, hypnotized by his gaze.

“Tele is with Athena, he’s fine.” There is so little care in his words, as if what he says is mere fact that Penelope should have already known. 

“And what of Odysseus, who has been gone for so long now? Have the other Gods truly abandoned him for fresher flesh?”

“Things aren’t that simple, pretty Penelope. Odysseus has a price he must pay before he can return. Damages he must remedy, fathers he must seek forgiveness from. Nothing I can do ‘bout it.”

His words make her dizzy, his language both familiar and strange. In and out of Time.

“So he is alive?” She asks. She can’t stop herself from grabbing her godly visitor by the shoulders, nails digging into surprisingly soft skin. He smiles at her, entirely unbothered by her actions, but he doesn’t answer her question.

“Please, good Hermes, I am begging you. Bring him home. I cannot handle all this alone, anymore. I need him. Telemachus needs him.” She says, voice warbling as tears once again threaten her lashes. Hermes tilts his head slightly, looking horribly, beautifully like Odysseus. He finally lets his feet plant themselves on the cool stone floor. She stares up in awe as he stands so tall the tops of his hair brush the ceiling of her rooms. His face curls, twisting in a mischievous expression.

“Let’s play a game.” He says, grinning like a cat staring down at his prey.

“A…a game?”

“Mmmhmm. I can’t just go giving you all the answers, that wouldn’t be much fun. If you want to know what I do, you gotta win.”

Penelope gapes up at him, eyes wide and unsure. Just what exactly did he mean by game? Surely it wasn’t going to be anything simple, and she doubted she’d get a real answer either way. But even still, if he was offering, she had no choice but to accept. 

“Very well, I will play,” She says, hoping to put on a brave face. 

“Atta girl, very nice!” Hermes is clearly pleased. “The rules are simple, solve all of my riddles, then I’ll spill the beans. Sound good?” 

She can’t help the way her lips turn upward, perhaps a bit over confidently. Odysseus loved riddles, loved playing word games with her. She could do this, she had to. 

“Alright, I’m ready.”

The God hums, eyes glittering with amusement and wickedness all at once. 

“Tell me, what can you miss only when you’re away?” He asks. Odysseus had told her this one before, surely Hermes must know that?

“Home.”

“Good, good. Now…what pushes men to strive for the top spot?” 

He’s jesting, he had to be.

“A…competition?” 

Hermes beams at her, nodding a bit too enthusiastically, before his face takes on that wicked look once again. He leans forward, lowering his voice so far that Penelope also has to lean in to hear his final question.

“A cunning king with a wandering heart, who braves the seas, a hero apart. Who am I?” 

It takes her but a moment, a small gasp escaping her at the revelation. She looks up at him, at Odysseus’ face, borrowed by Hermes for a painfully short moment-gone again when she dares to blink. She starts to answer, but the beautiful God straightens his spine, holding up a hand to silence her. He knew she knew, and no longer wished to hear what she had to say. Instead, with a wave of his hand, the great unused bow flies to meet him. 

As perfectly carved wood meets godly flesh, an unexpected bout of lightning shatters the silence.

Pressing the bow into her hands, his lips part to speak, but another unnatural rumble and cracking from the sky drowns out whatever he means to say. Rain starts dropping outside the windows, and the God of Travel, Thieves, and Trickery pats Penelope on the head like a father would his daughter, and is gone in a flash of angry lightning. She stares blankly at the space he once occupied, lips slightly parted as her mind comprehends what little bit of his words she understood.

“You have everything you need.”

Without its string, the bow couldn’t be drawn or fired, but even then, it had been gifted by Eurytus, the grandson of Apollo. No man living other than her husband should be able to handle the incredible draw strength. Her fingers tighten around the bow, her hand and mind steady as she comes to a decision. 

“Ares, grant me the courage to do what I must,” She whispers aloud.

“My lady,” The voice in her doorway makes her jump. “Will you join the men in their feasting downstairs tonight?”

“I shall,” She says. “But before I do, I need someone to gather some things for me.” 

“Of course, tell me what you need and I shall have it fetched for you.” 

“String. I need bowstring, and axes. Twelve of them should do.” 

“What will you do with it all?” 

“It’s time we rid ourselves of those who have long overstayed their welcome. I have decided to propose a contest. A test of strength and wills, that only a true king may complete.”

Im just saying. If anybody ever wants to propose to me, let it be with Gen’s ring.

Thank you.

omg omg omg YESSSS EEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH ALREADY TYSM TYSM 💛💛

Haha yes the adhd is real 🥲 i hope my burning desire for ryukyo motivates you to write though! (I can only hope sob)

This made me so happy you have no clue tysm!!! <3

when are you making more ryukyo

I love ryukyo a very normal amount trust trust

gehaha hi!! i do have a few wips of them, i just also have a few wips of everything. adhd author hell :D

but! anything for a moot, ill get to work🫡

in the meantime, here's a snippet of a second chapter to the quietest burning rage:

reblogging for ryusuis face

i did this, all imma say is:

real

Oh my goodness, I love music.

real this actually happened

I swear I saw the words nitric acid on my chemistry test and went 'doctor stone reference!? 👀👀' before realising

omgg tysm for the tag

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