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[daylightwarriorfan05]

Hello ! my pinned intro post !!! my name is uhmm., i wouldnt mind if u called me "the evil flaming skeleton". or my actual name. Just grunt at me & ill come over and assume its about me. i dont know what pronouns are. i havent seen a calender in decades

[chanranghaeys]

Joshua is the first breath of spring after a long and unforgiving winter.

*cries* this line is so good *weeps*

Also thanks to this fic, today i learned that joshua fricking hong has a fricking ribcage tattoo AND ITS LEGIT dont mind me passed out in a corner

warm glow

reader (gn) x hjs summary: early mornings with joshua are always the best ones — 1.1K words — tags: fluff, physical intimacy, brief implications of sexual content

inspired by the sound of warm glow by hippo campus

Joshua’s chest was bare, stippled gold in the early haze of daybreak. Here you can trace the moles across his stomach like constellations, counting each and every one exactly as an astronomer maps his stars. You watch with weary affection as he sits up in bed, the sheets cascading around his waist in a rustle of sun-soaked cotton. 

Groaning, he stretches deeply, the muscles of his back rippling under his skin. You reach out a hand, fingers ghosting over the spine you knew so well; every divot and bump and swell as familiar as your own. You feel the gentle laughter vibrating through his back as he turns to you.

“Good morning, my dear,” Joshua murmurs, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your lips. His teeth nip playfully at your bottom lip, drawing a small noise of surprise from your throat. He looks radiant in the morning, like he always does, all bleary-eyed and disheveled. 

Even with the bedhead and the morning breath, he was the most beautiful thing you could ever hope to wake up to. 

The autumn breeze greets your skin through the crack in your window, inviting a chill into the room. You giggle, tugging the covers up to your chin to keep your body heat in and gaze at your partner with what you hope is a look of pure anguish. 

“Come back to bed,” you mumble, creeping an arm from under the sheets to knit your fingers with Joshua’s. You run the pad of your thumb across the back of his hand, watching his eyes flicker to the soothing motion. Still, he says nothing.

“Baby,” you plead again, adding just enough of a whine to your voice to have Joshua chuckling in disbelief. 

Then he flips over without warning, squashing you against the mattress with his full body weight. You let out a shriek of laughter as his mouth dances across your skin, pressing kisses under your eye, on your nose, cheeks, jaw, forehead. 

“Well,” Joshua says in between kisses, keeping you pressed underneath him, “when you ask me like that.” The smile that lights up his face is infectious.

Joshua’s skin is hot under your palms, hot even in the brisk morning air as you pull him to you, hot as you cut him off mid-sentence to press your tongue into his mouth with a soft moan. Joshua cups the back of your neck, fingers splaying down your throat as he holds you close. You smile into your kiss, unable to stop the giddy laughter that bubbles past your lips. Joshua’s touch is hot as he skims a hand over your thigh and up your waist.

Hot. 

Joshua was always running warm. 

He always mentioned that your hands were cold in his, that your feet were cold under the blankets, that your cheeks were cold in the midnight air as he held you outside your apartment door. 

But despite the chill, Joshua’s love was always warmer, with the way he said goodbye to you in the mornings, and held you against him in the evenings when he got home. How he mumbled your name under his breath every time you moaned, and how he kissed the backs of your hands as if it was the very first date all over again.

Joshua is the first breath of spring after a long and unforgiving winter.

The band on Joshua’s ring finger is icy as he grips the soft flesh of your thigh. You let out a faint groan as his lips travel down your jaw onto that spot he knows just below your ear, his teeth grazing clumsily against the delicate skin. For a moment you lose yourself, simply relishing in the feeling of Joshua pressed against you, the heat from his body seeping into your skin, fighting the biting cold of the air outside. 

Then he pinches your butt.

With a bark of laughter and a firm shove, you push Joshua off of you, and he lands on his back with a dramatic huff of air. He looks wounded, clutching his chest in mock offense. But before he can say anything stupid, you crawl over to him, your fingers slinking up his jaw as you capture his mouth in another deep kiss. 

Joshua sucks in a breath, sitting up to draw your body closer, his hands warm on your ribcage. His thumbs rub circles into your skin. 

When you pull away, Joshua’s face is so close you can count the long, thick lashes that adorn his dark eyes, see all of his spots and pores and moles, mark the emerging lines around his eyes and mouth. 

Joshua is so familiar to you it that makes your chest ache and your heart squeeze. Some get caught in the monotony of the mundane, but Joshua is anything but. 

He sinks back against the mattress, patting the well-worn spot next to him with a hand. You settle against Joshua’s chest again, the motion as natural as breathing. Your eyes flutter closed as you listen to the steady pulse of Joshua’s heart under his skin. 

Inhale. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Exhale.

He smells like day-old aftershave.

In the quiet, you listen to the horns of the cars stories below and the voices of people on the street. Their conversations are nothing but indiscernible chatter up here in your safe-haven. Joshua tightens his arm around your waist.

The breeze doesn’t bother you anymore. You crane your neck to look at Joshua, committing his elegant profile to memory like you have so many times before. The gentle slope of his nose, the devilish quirk of his mouth, the graceful slant of his cheekbones and jawline.  

Joshua hums something under his breath; his eyes are far away. His fingers run up and down your spine absentmindedly.

Your own touch dances to the same rhythm, as you lightly trace the black lines of the tattoo on Joshua’s ribcage under your finger. His stomach jumps every time you skim over a sensitive spot. Just like you do every morning, you leave a light kiss against his skin, right over his heart. Joshua simply sighs in acknowledgment, his fingers traveling to your hair instead.

“What is it?” Joshua murmurs, fingers tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He smiles, more to himself, before grazing his thumb over your lips— a small gesture that you had both come to do in passing. 

“Nothing,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Nothing at all.” 

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a/n: hi i've been rotting all day from seeing joshua's tattoo and i also just got back from watching don't worry darling and the whole time i was like "what if that was joshua lolololol" anyway this is just me being sad bc i want him like this and i CAN'T HAVE HIM

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[hrtzbeat]

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he’s supposed to have five to avoid questions. but six feels very natural to him, so he slips up sometimes

[hinamie]

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[sengenism]

The Ishigamis and The Gifts of Science

Dr. Stone is a love letter to humanity and its sciences. The main character, Senku, often acts averse to all forms of affection, and the only love he doesn't deny is his love for science. But Senku is so so full of love. He just expresses it in a way other than physical touch or words of affirmation. He gives.

But let's go back to the one who taught him so– Byakuya Ishigami, his father. The love of Senku's life.

Byakuya is introduced in the tenth chapter of the manga as a dotting father who sells his car to present Senku with scientific instruments he will need for a more efficient research. This car is Byakuya's means of transportation, and given that he is crying and shaking in this scene, it could not have been easy for him to lose it. But his love for Senku is so big, that he wants to support his son's passion even if it means sacrificing a great convenience for him.

And Senku? Senku truly fell in love with science at this moment.

If there is anything that Senku is, he is Byakuya Ishigami's son through and through. They may seem like two very different people, as Byakuya is an openly affectionate guy while Senku is more closed off with showing his true emotions. But Senku takes more from Byakuya than not, and one of them is by showing his love and/or care for others through giving the gifts of science.

And it starts with Byakuya.

[Bodysuit Acquired!]

Byakuya had failed his first attempt at being an astronaut ten years back, but he doesn't give up and tries again. Senku then creates a bodysuit that manipulates muscle movement to help Byakuya pass his swimming test. And while the bodysuit doesn't quite help Byakuya to swim, the thought Senku had put into it had motivated Byakuya more than ever to pass the test. This is one of the fundamentals of gifting– sometimes, it really is the thought behind it that matters.

This motivation is what Byakuya credits during his interview with JAXA for passing the tests. He understands that Senku might not have given him any words of encouragement, but this bodysuit was all the words that were needed between them. Senku wants Byakuya to achieve his dreams just as badly. It's the way Senku shows his love for his father.

And it's the way Senku shows his love for others too.

[Glasses Acquired!]

One of the primitive aspects of the Ishigami village is that it considers bad eyesight as a type of "disease". Fuzzy disease, to be exact.

Suika wears a melon mask at all times to help clear her eyesight, which Senku later reveals is due to the pinhole effect. She, however, has never told Senku or the others about having the fuzzy disease. Senku himself notes how odd it is for her to wear a melon around, and confronts her about it once he decides to create glass. This is one of the most beautiful scenes in Dr. Stone, as Suika finds out that her disease was never a disease, and is finally able to see as clearly as the others. Senku basically gives her perfect eyesight, something she didn't even know was possible before.

[Antibiotics Acquired!]

One of the most beloved people in this village is the priestess, Ruri. Two of Senku's new friends, Kohaku and Chrome are deeply affected by her unknown fatal disease. Senku is such a person who would help a stranger even if there is no benefit to do so (though he would never admit to it), what more a person who his new friends truly love and care about. He cures Ruri of pneumonia, giving her a chance to live a life without the worry of it being her last day every day.

[Cola Acquired!]

Senku forms an alliance with Gen, who plays the role of Tsukasa's spy, for the promise of a bottle of cola. Both Senku and Gen are aware that the cola is only a front for Gen's loyalty to Senku and the Kingdom of Science, for Gen needs his superficial reputation as a comfort and cannot simply join them if there is no personal benefit for him to do so.

This cola is also the first gift post-petrification that Senku brands himself on, probably because it represents the first gift that is not out of necessity and leans toward a comfort/luxury that they both used to enjoy in the modern world.

For a modern man such as Gen, drinking his favourite soda in the stone world might have been one of the happiest days in his life.

[Cotton Candy Acquired!]

Senku cares about people so much, even if the people in question have tried to kill him. Senku sees Homura as a soldier who is merely following the orders given by her leader, but he also sees the Homura as a lonesome girl sitting by herself on trees day and night.

As usual, Senku hides his kindness and care by showing an evil ulterior motive, such as turning Homura to their side using the cotton candy, but Ruri points out that this is a facade. Similarly to Gen, a person with such an ego is unable to seem as if he is doing something good out of the kindness of his heart.

[Stove Acquired!]

As winter approaches, the elders in the village are worried about losing people to the cold. Senku hears about this and creates a stove which has a multi-purpose of cooking and also radiating heat for the people to stave off the coldness of winter. And speaking of winter...

[Christmas Acquired!]

Senku hangs up lights in the tree for the "light bulb test" on a random night. Except the date isn't random at all and he drops enough hints for Gen to catch on that it is the night of Christmas. The significance of the day is only appreciated by Gen and himself, as they are the only modern timers in the village. It is for the sake of nostalgia, but Senku would rather be caught dead than admit that he is a sentimental guy with such irrational feelings.

And well, it all comes back to that scene with Byakuya, doesn't it? If you recall, Byakuya calls himself "Santa" while giving the scientific presents to the young Senku. This indicates Senku received them during Christmas. Which means... Christmas is a sentimental day to Senku and his father. An anniversary of Senku receiving his Christmas presents from Byakuya, which led to his deeper dive into his science obsession. The beginning of it all, one would say.

And even though he's dead and buried, Byakuya never stops giving. He gives Senku the Ishigami village to provide Senku with allies. He gives Senku Lillian's music, because he believes in the light of music and understands the importance of media to society. He collects platinum till his last breath, because he believes that Senku will need it someday. Byakuya keeps on giving to Senku, because his love for his son is so huge and unconditional. And because he promised.

Surely, there is no greater love in the manga than Byakuya's love for his son and Senku's love for his father. Byakuya could easily win ten billion best father awards... well, not like there's much competition for that in shounen mangas.

[snoozerin]

sketches and a wip. i dont like thinking too much before posting, head empty this is the stuff i have in my gallery take or or leave it the void is nice