#drstoneweek2020

[drstone-events]

Don’t forget to self-care, everyone! Eat a good meal, sleep well, and drink water! Chrome wishes you the best!

Dr. Stone Week will be June 28th to July 4th! It’s now May 8th (where I live) so that leaves about fifty days - a little under two months- ‘till it starts! Once again, everyone is allowed to participate, and check out our FAQ for rules and questions!

Continue working hard, and we can’t wait to see you at Dr. Stone week!

[neuroid]

dancing lessons for day 6 - modernization !

[ivorycandy]

dcst week 「day 4: reinvention ; role reversal」

this is the third time i'll be saying "hehe step on me sir" i am TIRED

[shysheeperz]

Dr. STONE Week » Day 6 » Modernization » Stars, Nightmares, "Let's be honest, this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing." (Iron Man)

[ukyorights]

Eyy finished my piece for day 1 of Dr. Stone week - prompt is time travel which I interpreted v e r y liberally because I love cyberpunk with all of my heart and soul and I wanted to draw senku in overalls

[ameftowriter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature

Summary: "I didn't kill him.... I didn't kill my best friend..."

Tsukasa kept telling himself that over and over and over again, as he hoped to convince himself that what he did wasn't real.

For Dr. Stone Week Day 6 - Nightmares (feat. Loyal!Tsukasa and Antagonist!Gen AU)

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I will start this with a warning. This fic contains blood, some mild gore, and psychological trauma. Please if any of these bother you, please don't read any further. Also this fic contains mild spoilers as well.

And if you do read further, thank you and don't say I didn't warn you.

I will be incredibly sporadic with updating my AUs due to work and other factors. But thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed this fic.

[asterverzen]

July 2 - Day Five - Reactions - Soul Mates, Scars, For Want of a Nail

(Reactions) Matsukaze and His Lord.

Granted, he was not blind. He could see that the young man with his master's face was nothing like the man he knew. He could tell from the corner of his eye, when the young man cowered behind his older brother, or behind Matsukaze himself. Still, it didn't matter. Granted, he was not blind, but even knowing it wasn't his master, Matsukaze could not ignore the kindness underlying the blond man's eyes.

He heard Ginrou train with Kinrou in the boat, not too far from the rest. He presumed it was because of fear. It was obvious that the young man prefered to avoid confrontations and violence as much as possible. He was a bit of a scaredy-cat, he knew that much from what the others spoke, he knew that much from what he saw. Matsukaze persisted, however, on staying at his side as the blond requested –allowed–.

It was during the nights, when he couldn't sleep, and neither could the blond, that they spend their nights together. Sometimes in silence, sometimes with chatter, sometimes the blond young man fell asleep at his side, while the moon shone upon them, their boat rocking with the waves.

It was soft, a peck in the hand, something he used to do often with his lord, something he was accostumed to. But Ginrou had no serene smile on his lips, no, Ginrou turned red like a tomato and almost passed out, Matsukaze barely caught him. For a while, the blond had avoided him, until one night, he came and sat wordlessly next to the samurai and rested his golden head on his shoulder.

The days were busy, the boat needed constant movement from the crew to keep it in the right path, some days they would see giant fishes swimming right next to them, sizes that most of them had never seen before –excepting the modern timers–. In between weapon training and keeping the boat on track, Matsukaze would steal glances at the blond when he was near.

Matsukaze had known since before that his devotion to his master had more to do with infatuation rather than loyalty or admiration. He'd fallen in love with his kindness, his serenity when leading their people. Ginrou had none of those traits, as far as he could see, this made the difference more than clear. But, it was the eyes. The clear kind eyes, that made Matsukaze like Ginrou.

Maybe it was simply fate that he met the blond. This time he wouldn't need to keep his feelings to himself.

A/N: I had left aside MatsuGin for a while, so here is a comeback from my part.

Also in fanfiction:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13629162/5/Dr-Stone-Week-2020

[judaeu]

pieces for dr.stone week