Two Very Different Fdab8 Vibes

Traditional Shigaraki painting I did while studying today

Spinaraki week day day four: Dream

Spinner’s leg twitched under the heaviness of two weighted blankets. His eyes were shut tightly his hair a tangled mess. His body was sprawled across the bed under the cloth, both his arms released from the constraints folded under his snout. A drip of drool pooling down on his pillow. The room was dim, a slither of light from the moon shining through the curtains. Little hums could be heard from a fan at the other side of the room, slowly turning left from right. His tail squirmed under the blanket, his body flipping over as his arms flailed to the sides. His tail curled wrapping against his torso, a few clicks escaping from the lizard boy's snout. The blue haired man stood atop of the mossy rock Infront the dragon born, looking down at the rivered before them, it was a calm one littered with mossy rocks that stacked to make small waterfalls in the water bed. The man had no shirt, only scoring a pair of a warm chestnut Harem pants. Shuichi stared out Infront of him, his eyes glazing over his elven boss’s toned back, traveling down from the shoulder blades to the man's waist. Sweat rolled down, glistening in the sunlight, his hair was plastered against his skin, drenched from sweat. He crouched down, lowering his hand, feeling the water rush pasts his digits, the stream cool but not freezing.

“Right then, Water here seems fine to wash up in,” Tomura shook the droplets of water from his hand, rising back up, hopping down from the rock which he stood upon. Turning to Shuichi. “Well, we should wash up now, it was some difficult battles today, surprised we were even able to get by that Lynel with no arrows stuck in our backs,” The man chuckled, crouching down to rummage through his bag, taking out a few rags. “Yeah, were getting better, we almost have enough gems to upgrade our armor. .” Shuichi walked forward, grabbing a rag from the others hand, his claws brushing against the others palm. “I’ve been eyeing that cloak in the merchant’s shop, Giran is willing to give me a discount,” Shuichi continued, tossing how own shirt to the side, stretching his arms behind him. “Mhm. .” Tomura hummed already hiking into the water his body shivering at the cold chill. He used the rock next to him to stabilize his movements, careful to not slip on the slippery holds below him till he reached the sand bed within the river. “C’mon Shuichi join,” Shuichi’s eyes wandered, admiring his boss as he slowly joined him, his steps carefully placed his soles gripping onto the slippery surfaces below his feet till he reached the same sandy bay in the middle of the flowing river, the water clear when looking down, able to see his own clawed feet below him. He shivered, the cold affecting him more than the other, his cold blood unable to gather as much heat. The elf's eyes were a dark crimson, a shine of cherry from the lowering sun. His left eye disrupted by the scar from his childhood, a cut into the eyelids that revealed more or the white gloss. Irritation decorated his face, scritch and scratch marks clawed into the face permanently, framing his eyes and mouth. Two small moles were placed to, one beneath his eyes and the other his lip. His bottom lip was slightly redder, though both rough with flaked skin, a scar on the right side, clefting the lips Shuichi found him beautiful, a sight to behold, his hand struggling to not reach to cup at the scarred cheek, to not bring the man closer to him. Shuichi dunked himself in the cold water, his hair flowing with the stream. He blew from his nostrils a stream of bubbles surfacing only to pop at the impact of air. He could hear a muffled splash, his eyes opening slightly to see Tomura also sunken in the water, his fingers combing through his floating blue hair, his pointed ears sticking out. Shuichi gasped, rising back, Tomura following suit. The both of them combing their hair back out of their faces. Reaching for his cloth, he started to scrub himself from any grime left between his scales. Tomura doing the same, though gentler, to not irritate his delicate skin.

“You were inspecting that new sword ya’ found earlier, you think it’s powerful?” Tomura interrupted the silence, scrubbing his back as he looked at the other with a quirked brow. Shuichi looked to the side, where his new achievement waited on the ground. It was caked with grime, stuck to the metal blade. He found it wedged against a mountain on their hike to their new camp the hilt only peeking out the slightest catching the lizard's eye. “Yeah, might be pretty good after cleaned, there's some runes on the hilt, might be magic, going to need you to help detect if it cursed or not though” He answered, already turning back to meet with the other who threw his cloth to the side. Shuichi still had some areas to scrub out, so he continued. Though he could hear faint splashes which he looked up to find Tomura who stood closer, leaning forward a bit, his hand outstretched. Seemingly to grab for the rag which Shuichi handed to him. “yeah, I'll do some detections and some seals too once you clean it. . .” The man moved behind Shuichi, pressing the rag against the scaled back, helping scrub the grime off, as his other hand rested atop of the dragonborn’s shoulder, a finger raised. Shuichi shuttered at the touch though his long tail swaying behind him revealed how he felt. His comrade continued, slowly washing away all the debris that was left on him, his hand rubbing at the scaled shoulder. Shuichi's mouth was slightly agape, his heart beating fast and hard, his cheeks having an orange tint as his face seemed to get warmer. The other grabbed Shuichi’s swaying tail, making the other hiccup. Slowly the cloth went over it, taking off the grime left behind. Twisting his hand and rubbing the underside, the tail nearly trembling in his hands.

Shuichi twisted himself, turning his head to look into the others eyes who stared right back at him. His tail falling as the other let go tossing the cloth to where he had tossed his own. “Alright. . . were going to have a cold night tonight, so you set up the tent kay’? Make sure to towel up fast, can’t have you slow down cause’ of the cold,” Tomura hummed, giving his shoulder one last squeeze before hiking out of the river, his pants soaked. Shuichi watched as he left, grabbing a towel, leaving to where they dropped their bags to change into dry clothing. All he could do is watch before adverting his gaze when the other looked to the river, checking on his companion, though the image of Tomura toned torso was ingrained into his head.

Spinner’s eyes shot open, the light shining from the crack between the curtains brighter as a few birds could be heard chirping. He looked to the side, his eyes wandering around the room before he grabbed a pillow, harshly gripping it as he held it to his body, sinking his teeth into it. His face was flushed, darker than he thought could show through his scales. His tail was curled tightly inwards through his legs up his stomach, his legs too scrunching as he held the pillow close. His mind scrambled, trying to remember each detail from the memories of his dream, piecing together the diminishing thoughts of Tomura, his elven friend and leader. How he talked, how he looked, how he caressed the others scales. All of this made Spinner shudder.

Spinaraki week day five: climb!

Okay so uhm, were gonna ignore logic and how that wont work but uh, a new exercise created by Tomura. . . . ?

Ok….now kiss

[Deku and Spinner collaborating on their My Hero Academia memoir.]

Deku: You know, Shigaraki wanted to destroy Mt. Fuji for you.

Spinner: ...Really?

Deku: Yeah. He said he would build that horizon you were looking forward to. He tried to decay part of the mountain.

Spinner: ...

Deku: ...Spinner, are you blushing?

shigaraki actually wants to destroy mt fuji and also all other mountains and hills in order to preemptively ensure that spinner can't take him on any hiking dates. nothing will threaten the strength of their love.

WAIT THAT MEA S SPINNER TOLD HIM BOUT THAT????

OMG YES

godzilla and mothra coded relationship

New years revolution, draw each and everyday so I can actually learn a style I like [I currently despise my art]