#happy birthday senku!!!

[knicc-knacc]

SENKU DAY!! 💚🚀🎉

quick art for the bday celebrant 🥳

[puffypoffin]

This was stuck in my head for a week and I SPEEDRAN IT FOR HIS BDAY

I like to think Senku gets crazy gifts for each of his friends’ birthdays and frames it as a competition, like the tsundere he is.

(Not him going above and beyond for Gen tho. Totally not.)

[strawberrystepmom]

senku x f!reader. senku and reader are both 25, reader has a hair that can be tucked behind her ear. wc 1.5k

You aren’t sure what time it is. The sun has been set for long enough that you know it is well into nighttime, stars twinkling right outside of your window. The oil lamp in your home is still lit and you sit next to Senku on the floor, pages and pages of plans he has drawn in front of the two of you. He has spent most of the evening and night explaining his plans to you, each of them a bigger and bolder leap than the last. Usually you’d be listening to him raptly and you have done so for most of the evening but right now you feel a little…sleepy.

You keep catching yourself shutting your eyes and fluttering them open, the smooth and mellow sound of the scientist’s voice doing little to prevent your relaxation and comfort. Maybe you listen to him too much, wrapping his knowledge around you like a warm blanket, letting it keep you believing in the world the two of you desire for the people you care about. This is your usual evening routine, anyway.

He walks you to your home once dinner is done and the two of you talk all through the night. Neither of you sleeps easily; this is the first thing you learned about each other all those months ago. Racing minds with big plans rarely rest but the lead up into the summer has been grueling, planting and assisting with the late spring births of the horses and one of the cows.

It’s nothing personal against him. Tonight, you’re just sleepy.

“We would need to do some significant clearing of the forest around 38 kilometers away from here for this one, so we will need to build machinery first.”

Humming your response your eyes fall shut again and Senku chuckles when he turns to look at you. Your arms are folded over your chest and your eyes are shut so tightly it has to be painful. Exhaustion seeps from you and he moves closer in your direction, sliding across the floor until your hip touches his. The touch startles you awake and you smile when your eyes pop open and see him glancing at you fondly.

“Hey,” he mutters quietly. “You tired?”

You shake your head stubbornly and he smirks, watching you make a show out of straightening your slumped posture. Sighing, you smile again and wipe your thumbs over your eyes to keep them from closing again immediately.

“You said clearing the forest a ways out, right? We could probably do that now if we went with larger groups of people for shorter amounts of time, it would just take all summer.”

He nods, humming himself and scribbling your notes down on the plans he created for whatever he wants to build there. You can tell he’s writing because you hear his own handcrafted pen nib scribbling over the scratchy paper the settlement has been using ever since yourself and your friend, the doctor, started taking the time to make it.

It’s a reservoir, you remember and your eyes fly open with a gasp. Senku looks up at you and furrows his eyebrows, still scribbling away without even looking. Rather than show his concern, he turns it into a joke so he can gauge how exhausted you really are by how hard you laugh.

“You like the idea that much?”

Giggles bubble out of you uncontrollably and he cannot help but chuckle along at a few of them. It’s official, you are deliriously sleepy, laughing over nothing.

“Alright, let’s get you to bed…” your friend (although the blurry edges of friendship and lover seem more and more smudged every day) starts to rise to his feet but you grab his hand and stop him, pulling him back down to the ground beside you gently.

“No, I’m fine and I’m listening. Keep explaining.”

You have shown him this isn’t true but who is he to deny a willing audience? Settling back down, he begins talking about his second summer project which are technological improvements for the grain bins and corn silos to keep them climate controlled. Humming your interest every few words, your eyes feel heavy again and you no longer fight them, slumping forward. You just need to rest your eyes.

“Minor changes may help us keep larger quantities fresher for lon…”

Senku cuts himself off when he looks over at you. He dares to reach out, brushing a strand of hair that has fallen over your face behind your ear. This far the motion hasn’t startled you so he presses further, brushing the cold tips of his fingers against the shell of your ear. This startles you enough that your eyes open again and he feels the skin beneath his fingertips heat as you realize he’s touching you.

“Cold fingers.”

Your sleepy remark makes the man chuckle again and he brushes his thumb down the remainder of your ear lobe, feeling hardened cartilage and soft skin and long closed holes where earrings once resided.

“Let’s go to bed.”

You perk up slightly at the suggestion that he’ll be joining you. It would be far from the first time the two of you have shared this intimacy, falling asleep in shared space before either of you were aware of the other's feelings. Well, Senku was aware of your feelings at least considering that you’re pretty bad at hiding them. For a moment you worry you’ve overestimated his want to be around you and you pout, looking up at his now standing form and the hand he’s holding out to help you up.

“Will you stay?”

He nods, wiggling his fingers to make sure you know to grab his hand before standing. Tired legs are wobbly ones and it finally strikes him as funny that this is the moment you’re vulnerable enough to ask for what you want from him. Not the nights you’ve cried while talking about how much you miss your family or when you were sick with fever that made you babble half awake for days on end in the wintertime.

“Good,” you mutter while grabbing his hand. Your head swims with even the simplest touches from him and it makes you feel incredibly immature and silly, more of a girl pining so hard even a glance makes her giddy than the grown woman you are. He helps you over to the small area you sleep in, grateful you’re already in your pajamas, and helps you into the heap of furs and blankets.

Rolling into the mess of blankets, you pat the space next to you and he laughs at your eagerness to be this close to him, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it over his head. You are too sleepy to stay alert but your eyes, heavy as they are, simply cannot shut fully when he is half clothed standing this close to you. He unfastens his belt and lets it fall to the floor, keeping his pants on and crawling into the pile beside you.

“If you aren’t sleepy, you can keep talkin’.”

Your voice is thin and more of a mumble than it is anything else but Senku laughs, rolling over to face you and tucking the same unruly hair that keeps sticking out back behind your ear so he can look at your face. Your eyes are shut far more gently than they were moments ago and your mouth is relaxed and suddenly he realizes that your face is illuminated a little too brightly for likely the wee hours of the night…damn it he left the lamp on across the room.

He isn’t particularly sleepy anyway and he sighs, using his light touch on your head as a means to guide you in his direction, stopping just short of pressing his lips against your hairline. This wouldn’t be the first time he kissed you, the other time was during a far less chaste and aphrodisiac fueled scenario the two of you mutually agreed to never mention again after it happened, but he stops himself.

Senku has considered every mathematical possibility. Every scenario, every tried and true and tested theory, every last trail he could possibly chase in his own overflowing brain to figure out how he ended up in a situation he could ever be this close to you. It was improbable before petrification and probably close to impossible after it yet it happened.

He closes the small gap between your hair and his lips and kisses you so gently all your face does is twitch in response, sleep finally winning over your willingness to listen to your very good friend explain his thought processes until dawn.

Quickly rolling out of bed, he scurries across the floor as fast as he can to shut the lamp off and heads back into the warmth of the space next to you. You shift and smack your lips together, eyes closed and brows twisting.

“Senku?”

He gently brushes your arm with his index and middle fingers, lying on his side and watching you get settled back in.

“Right here, don’t worry about it.”

The assurance is enough for you to relax and he watches you return to sleep, smiling wistfully and considering how he could do this every night. He doesn’t want to consider the possibility of forever, knowing how quickly people one cares about can be ripped away in the new world, but it’s something to at least entertain while your breath comes in soft puffs at his side.

[kadrii-art]

Happy birthday Gen 💜

[shysheeperz]

[pumpk11nn]

happy birthday, Senkuuu

[citrix2]

I recently got back into the Dr. Stone fandom, so here’s a drawing of my favorite little fella-Gen!

[senkusphone]

Important notice: 3700 years from today, Kohaku is born ! Literally on the edge of my seat, amirite?

Kohaku was born on August 8th 5723, a bit less than two and a half years after her older sister, Ruri, whom she would end up caring for as she became ill at a young age.

She was the first person born after the fall of civilization to join Senku's kingdom of science, when she was 15 years old. She remained by the core of the kingdom of science throughout the years long quest to find and defeat the forces of petrification, also becoming the first woman to walk on the moon (in Dr. Stone canon, needless to say) in October 5754.

I was gonna do art for this but the last neurons that managed my sense of time have finally rotted away, and so her birthday caught up on me, hence I am doing this little retrospective instead. Although I acknowledge that Kohaku only exists because they needed someone to keep Senku alive once Taiju got put in the figurative bus, and a pretty girl to put on the cover page after Yuzu left with him, I will keep pointing out how mutifaceted she turns out to be, likely as a result of just the sheer extent of her presence in the series. I could ramble about that for ages but you can just read the wiki for that. Now I pull a Sam O' Nella and say, I'll see you in two months!

[ishipeverything33]

Happy Birthday Senku 🎂 ❤️🎉

[indigosabyss]

Thirty seven hundred and forty years ago, the Earth fell dark. No longer did the cities light up with such force that they could be seen from outer space.

And even when Senku had first woken up, he had hardly dared to believe that he would get to see that sight again.

Yet here he stood, looking at entire continents lit up once more. Fighting back the night.

He brought his hand up in wonderment, stroking the cold, reinforced glass as if he could reach through it.

Not that he wanted to. The vacuum of space was ten billion percent not something he wanted to experience. At least not without a spacesuit.

"You're up early." Gen commented lightly, hopping over to him, "Gloating over your Kingdom? Though at this point it's more of an Empire."

"With human civilization back up and running, it's not really mine, is it?" Senku replied, picking at his ear, "I'm just here to do cool science, man."

"Everyone on Earth, the Moon, and in-between would beg to differ, but sure." Gen allowed, "I really did mean it, though. You're not one for quiet contemplation. Something going wrong in the lab?"

"You wish." Senku laughed, "No, Chrome wanted to venture outside the Oxy-Dome and see what else is out there. I'm waiting for him to get his equipment."

"Yeah, I lied about that." Chrome laughed sheepishly, walking up to them carrying a cake with spark candles, "Happy Birthday, Senku!"

"YOU IDIOT, THERE'S BARELY ENOUGH OXYGEN HERE TO SUSTAIN US!" Senku screeched, already plucking the candles out before realizing what exactly they were.

"Huh." He twisted the thin tubes around, admiring the quality of the craftsmanship, "Electric candles. Are these pressure sensors sensitive enough to be put out with a blow? That's a nice touch."

"I know, right???" Chrome gushed over his own genius before clearing his throat, "So... you planning on cutting it?"

"If you insist." Senku rolled his eyes as if it was a burden. But he still couldn't keep the smile off his face.

"I want a slice, too! All the food here is dry and tasteless!" Gen complained.

"But it's practical." Senku pointed out, and the glare Gen sent him was enough to make him burst into laughter.

On January 4th, 5738 AD, Ishigami Senku stood in a base they had built on the moon, and looked back down at Earth.

Not the one he had always imagined he'd see, back when he was a kid, but an earth he'd help raise from the ashes, after fifteen long years.

He probably wasn't older by an exact year today anyway, with all the petrifications. But that was neither here nor there.

[Happy Stone Day, everyone!]

[inksoover]

[ishihirasenma]

it has been. four (4) months without a new ukyo/senkuu fic and life is not ten billion percent

[handhelld]

A little redraw for Gen’s birthday 💜 💚

[kadrii-art]

Happy birthday Senku!! little bby

[imnotaweebiswear3]

Happy stone day/senku's birthday

[blackwolfmanx4]

Happy Birthday, Senku Ishigami! 🎉🎁🎂