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i don't think spinner thought tomura was being honest about kissing him...
i don't think horikoshi has ever seen a reptile cause why the hell does spinner look like that
anyways i based him on an anole instead of a gecko because anoles are very very good at climbing and imo spinner looks more like an anole than a gecko
Jinx & The League of Villains
I think Jinx from LOL/Arcane would fit in with the League of Villains. She’s not as powerful as most MHA characters, but her marksmanship, her inventions, and shimmer-enhanced physicality would be very useful. The only negative I could think of with her joining the League would be her mental state, but it wouldn’t be a big issue since Twice endures a similar mental illness.
I think she would get along with most of the LOV members. Jinx’s backstory is similar to Toga, Dabi, and Shiggy. With Toga, both were rejected by family because of their true selves. Dabi could relate to Jinx kind of being overshadowed by Vi since it happened to him with Shoto, although in a way worse degree. Like Shiggy, Jinx (accidentally) killed her family, was taken in, and adopted a new name.
Jinx and Twice would understand each other’s struggles with their identities while Compress would respect her showmanship during fights. Although she would most likely get along with Spinner the least, I think they would bond over the discrimination they face.
Sigh Bnha done but I’m still sad we know so much yet so little about the league.
Like what was it like for Dabi when he was on the street? When did the staples first appear? When did he get those piercings?
What about Toga? It’s said she ran away after middle school right? So she’s been homeless since middle school? It’s also mentioned that she’s “the eldest daughter of the toga family.” How big was her family? What were their quirks? Quirks are usually genetic, right? What does mean for Toga? Is she also considered a mutation?
Tomura’s life between those fifteen years is pretty much a mystery. How did All For One “raise” him? When did he meet Kurogiri? He was prone to temper tantrums and behaving like a child at the start, how bad did they mess this kid up during those years to keep him like this? What started his habit of using video game terms in real life? Did he ever go to the dentist or was Ujiko pretty much his personal doctor?
We know Compress had a Robin Hood lineage but what about his personal life? What about Magne and her experience with transitioning? What other qualities of Shirakumo was present in Kurogiri when raising Tomura? Spinner? Twice?
🫵ignore if any of these questions were answered already and my memory is just bad. But anyways, at least more hc space right?
Epilogue
I still can't recover from the previous chapters but since Touya wasn't showed up, our boy is alive. He was healed (because it was the least thing Endeavor could do for his eldest son), and now he lives somewhere, alone and happy. And his brother sometimes visits him, but mostly they talk on the phone, because both are busy.
(I tried to mix his Touya and Dabi hair)
Compress and Spinner also visit Touya: they were granted amnesty, and Spinner became the writer, and Comress helps kids with problematic quirks (and he misses Toga, of course).
That's all.
I've been reading this manga for 6 years now, and League of Villains has become something special to me. The only thing I'm thankful to Horikoshi for is them.
This song is perfect for The LoV👌
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League of Villains: Circus AU pt. 2
I mean, all members of The League are beautiful and handsome but Spinner doesn't get much credit
League of Villains: Circus AU
"The jester was a very familiar face in the Middle Ages. [...] Jesters were not only hired to amuse the master and guests but to criticize them as well. Jesters held freedom of speech. They were one of the very few people in the court that could speak their minds freely [...]"
𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈 (𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑) 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 (𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫) 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
MEETING SPINNER:
he’s initially wary of you. new face in the league? he’s sizing you up, trying to figure out your quirk and loyalty. don’t take it personally; he's just cautious!
if your quirk is even remotely related to heroes (like, you can mimic their voices or analyze their strategies), he’s extra suspicious. prove you’re down with the cause!
he will lowkey admire you if you are really strong and have a really strong quirk for fighting heroes and being a villain.
he's surprisingly awkward when you first talk to him. expect a lot of mumbled greetings and averted eye contact. he's not used to interacting with people he doesn't immediately see as either a threat or a hero worshipper.
he's impressed if you can hold your own in a philosophical debate about stain. he needs someone who understands the depth of stain's ideology, not just the surface level admiration.
if you're good at tech or gaming, you've basically unlocked a secret level of respect. he will ask questions about computers and he might ask you to play games with him.
he notices small things. if you offer him a soda after a particularly frustrating mission, or if you defend him when someone makes a joke about his appearance, he remembers.
SPINNER CRUSHING ON YOU:
he gets flustered easily. compliment his fighting style? stuttering mess. ask him his opinion on stain's philosophy? expect a rambling, incoherent explanation.
he starts leaving you little offerings: a cool rock he found, a discarded manga he thinks you might like, a strangely shaped piece of metal he thought looked interesting. it’s his version of a love letter.
he lingers near you during league meetings, trying to subtly position himself so he can hear your input. he values your opinion, even if he doesn't directly say it.
his tail betrays him. happy? it thumps softly against the floor. nervous? it twitches uncontrollably. annoyed? it whips back and forth like a frustrated cat.
he might secretly start wearing a little bit of your favorite color. like, a bandanna or something subtle attached to his villain outfit.
he gets weirdly competitive if you’re talking to other members of the league. not jealous, per se… just… protective? yeah, let’s go with protective.
he uncharacteristically tries to dress nicer. like maybe he would clean his shoes more and try to keep his hair from getting in his face.
he will try to ask you out, but will fail miserably.
DATING SPINNER:
dates? forget fancy restaurants. think abandoned warehouses with surprisingly good take-out, or quiet rooftops overlooking the city.
he’s surprisingly affectionate. lots of gentle touches, leaning against you while watching a movie (probably a samurai flick), and the occasional shy hand-hold.
physical affection is a learning process for him. He's not sure how much is too much, so he'll often look to you for cues. communication is key!
he's fiercely protective, especially during missions. he'll always have your back, and he won't hesitate to put himself in harm's way to protect you.
he needs reassurance. he worries that you're only with him because of the league, or that you'll eventually get tired of his… quirks. remind him that you genuinely care about him.
he loves info-dumping about his interests, especially stain. be prepared to listen to hours of passionate monologues about the hypocrisy of hero society.
he will absolutely call you "my beloved stain enthusiast" as a term of endearment.
he will try to protect you from Shigaraki as much as possible.
he treasures any gift you give him. even the smallest, most insignificant thing will be placed in a special spot and treated with reverence.
he starts opening up more about his past and his insecurities. he trusts you implicitly, and he values your judgment.
he is a surprisingly good listener, offering thoughtful advice and genuine empathy. he may not always know what to say, but he'll always be there for you.
he is loyal to a fault. once he's committed, he's all in. expect unwavering support, fierce dedication, and a love that burns hotter than dragon fire (okay, maybe not thathot, but still!).
he sometimes calls you his "scalesmate" out of affection.
you will probably have to learn to hide him when you're on a grocery trip or something, as he can get in trouble if he's seen in public.
he’d absolutely let you customize his outfit, like adding patches or painting it. he’ll wear whatever you give him.
he likes to braid your hair while you both watch movies.
© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —
Spinnder dressed as Michelangelo hehe
I'd like to think shigaraki would be very curious of his mutant bf
Spinaraki week day six: Crossover
My Yu-Gi-Oh propaganda
Tomura summons Shuichi as Gagagigo!
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. . . . ?
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 three! : Horizon
I decided to do a mix of art and writing for this week so here is the first fic :>
Tomura gasped as his legs lost balance, his crutch falling out of his grip to the side, squinting his eye shut he braced for impact, using his one undamaged arm to shield his face. “Hmph!” Tomura eyes opened, widening looking down at the floor he nearly hit. A scaled arm braced him at his chest, a clawed hands grabbing a hold of his shoulder. Spinner pulled him up slowly, his hands still gripped tightly on the man beside him. “Boss, you alright?” Spinner’s expression looked genuine with concern as Tomura raised his head to gaze at the scaled man.
“Yeah I’m alright,” Tomura cleared his throat, Tomura attempted to regain his balance, his gaze shifting around the floor trying to find his lost crutch with no avail. His arm being poked was what startled him out for his search, Spinner’s tail poking against his skin, his crutch hanging on the limb. “Oh. . Thank you,” Tomura thanked him, grabbing the crutch back, sliding it off his tail.
“Yeah, glad to. . want me to help ya’ to your room?” Spinner’s head pressed closer, trying to get a better look at Tomuras expression. The other nodded, seemingly deciding to keep quiet. Spinner huffed a sigh as he slid his arm across the others back, steadily walking beside Tomura. The Corridors were long and quite sumptuous compared to their past abandoned warehouses and motels. They would be covered in grime infested with pests and roaches. Cobwebs would decorate every corner and crevice, often times the league would have to sleep in these places due to it being unsafe to even travel back to their homes. His place wasn’t that much better anyways, half the time he couldn’t pay the utility bills, and only the rent. Leaving his place freezing, and dark.
His attention turned back to Tomura who slowly walked with him, the others face was simple yet warm. He didn’t look annoyed nor happy, just perusing on as he used his crutch in long strides. Tomura was covered head to toe in bandages, his arm and leg were practically shattered, bandages wrappers around his forehead, from cracks and injuries that were implemented on him a few days back, during the fight from Redestro. Spinner thought back to the instance, the battle, the fight between his leader and the Bulged-out hulk. Though he more on focused on the Horizon he saw at the end of it, how he saw Tomura, standing above the other, his stance strong, his will endearing . . he saw a crumbling horizon...it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Spinner wanted to talk to Tomura, wanted to tell him of the horizon he saw how he felt, how he wanted to follow the other to the end of time. He would, he really would, Tomura was amazing. His mission was true and Spinner wanted to follow him at every damn turn the man would make. He remembered seeing a little boy trying to catch his dreams in Tomuras eyes, now he knew that he would and he would be behind him as the man conquered his dreams. When Tomura stood in the huge crater he had cultivated, the dent of which he put his mark when defeating Redestro, dust and Debre scattered about the air. Spinners eyes were glazed, his heart beating fast and hard His body ached, His arm hung limp, blood pouring out of the wound deeply imbedded in the limb. Every ounce of pian seeming to alleviate as he stared at the figure in the center of his vision. Tomura was heaving, Spinner could see his body rise and fall with each breath the man took, his hair was now a cream white, the length seeming to be more obvious with the new pallet, His legs and arm were bloody and a vibrant purple from how bruised and broken they had become. Yat still, he had a crazy smile, grinning like a mad man, his tooth gap visible. It was a sight to behold, one Thet Spinner kept replaying in his mind, he felt every ache, he could recall how his mind scattered at his new muse.“Tomura?”
Shigaraki's attention turned back to Spinner, his eyes widening at the use of his first name. Spinner's brows were furrowed his lips of sorts, quivering slightly, His eyes avoiding Tomura. “Yes . . Shuichi?” Spinners eyed widened even more, finally meeting the others gaze by the name.
“I wanted to uhm. . Talk to you about something” His bit onto his bottom lip, his words trying to gather but all they did was tangle within each other. He looked away again, back to the pathway Infront of them, encountering a set of stairs. Slowly he helped lift Tomura onto the first step, then himself, a steady pattern to keep both of them steady. His eyes stayed focus on the others footwork, careful to not allow the other to trip. “I wanted to talk about the uhm, the fight in Deika? Right once you succeeded against-”
“The Final boss? AKA Redestro,” Tomura cut off, humming slightly as he heaved another step. Spinner gulped, attempting to regain his own line of thoughts that he could attempt to muster out of his quivering mouth. “Well final boss of that level,” The man added on, though leaving out an explanation. Spinner knew what he meant though.
“Yeah, yeah, I wanted to talk about what I saw. .” He hummed between his words, nervous about it all. “You standing there. . In the center you know, after the boss battle, it was. . It was fucking. . Beautifull, a beautiful horizon I mean. I could finally really see your goal, And I could finally know how to follow it. It was a lot, really, I was fucking aching and a mess, I was all banged up but All I could focus on was you, how you stood there with no mercy and a crazed grin on your face, even with all the worse injuries you sustained yourself. Even seeing Gigantomachia kneel down, It was a sign of power, and I know how you joke around using king as a descriptive to yourself. .but I see you as one, I see you as someone who could rule the whole of Japan and more as a king, and I would be you know, a knight of sorts. . not a strong one of course but. .Really I’m just saying the scene was magnificent and I want to be there once you defeat the true final boss,” The man gulped, his ramble coming to an end as he waited for the other to reply. Tomura looked unchanging, but Spinner knew that that couldn’t actually be the case.
They finished the stairs, walking down a new hall, only a bit away the master bedroom which Tomura now occupies. The man stayed silent, he only looked forward, his crutch still making long strides as he huffed. Spinner chooses to silence himself to. He said what he wanted his words were finally knotted into a cringe speech which he would dread for the rest of time, his only wish being Tomuras come true, and with him behind his friend. Tomura let go of the crutch, leaning it against his side as he reached for the doorknob, turning it. Opening the door he looked back at Shuichi, who finally moved his arm away stood behind him, biting his inner cheek as his arms hung limp at his sides. “So. . I leveled up in intimidation. . and also, likeability from colleagues? Thats great for the long run. .” Tomura hummed, walking through the door way before looking back at the other. “I will make the horizon for you. I promise I won't disappoint you Shuichi,” Tomura assured, another smile forming, one not crazed but soft and warm. Spinners eyes glistening at the lovely sight. “Till then, lets focus on leveling up our relation. . Thats also great for the end game you know?” Spinner heart faltered, nearly stopping as he was pulled into the room. - I'm not the best writer -.-"
Spinaraki week day two: Monster!
I bring my fantasy propaganda ehe
Day one of Spinaraki week: Dedication
Suppose his dedication to help?
First time ever participated ing in anything like this!
Omg? Art? On time? Wowzers
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LIZARD MAN
Had to draw both for equality of spinners biceps
@grayblebayble thank you for the suggestion!