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Oops I *accidentally* drew angst sorry folks wont do it again haha!
Doodles, redesigns, and some aus
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.
- Yo, Shigaraki-dono, how's it going?
- הגם פקפק דñ קוקס מיינונג אקד
- Cool! I'm good too!
((And another one for 1950s mafia detective au roleplay. Mafia Spinner and Tomura. I love redesigs))
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 —
Anyone looks for a art trade..? Specifically I draw you something and you write me a fic for my favorite rare paire...
Spinnder dressed as Michelangelo hehe
I'd like to think shigaraki would be very curious of his mutant bf
Spinaraki week day Seven: Write!
The last one ehe, I'm glad I didn't die in the process of this week
Spinner’s claws tapped on the screen as he typed, the sharp ends scratching the screen protecter ever so slightly as they dragged across with each symbol. he was hunched over at the end of the scrappy couch provided in the base. His phone was open on the note's app, typing his heart out on the multi paged note. “Whatcha’ got here?” Shigarakis gravelly voice taking his attention from the phone, quickly flipping it face down on his chest as he jumped, his tail straightening stiff to the side of him.
“Jesus fucking Christ dude, you scared me asshole!” Spinner sneered as he lifted his phone the slightest, quickly swiping the tab away before the other could continue his questioning. “Just, updatin’ my grocery list. . hell do’ya care.” He huffed, shoving his phone to the side.
“Didn’t look like a grocery list, you swiped it away, you're a damn liar” Tomura accused, his gaze glaring at the scaled man who coiled up at the stare. Pressing closer he reached over, attempting to yank away the others phone.
“Aye’ fuck that! Don’t go reaching for my phone shits mine!” Spinner held on to the device tightly against his chest. “Ever heard of fuckin’ personal space?!” He growled out as the other tugged. Tomura bent more, lifting a leg over the arm rest of the couch as he hunched over the other, his gloved hands thumbling over spinners own, attempting to hold a grip on the slippery surface.
“I’m curious! Plus who wouldn’t be when you swiping the damn tabs away! And I’m your boss I can take what I want ya’ damn dino!” Tomura reasoned before flipping to the other side of the couch, turning to grab again as they played a game of tug of war, Tomura slowly winning with his cheating tactics. Kicking the others snout up with a socked foot he finally took a grip of the device, yanking it to himself as he shouted with victory. “Weak!”
“You fuckin’ put your smelly ass foot in my face! And stop calling me that!” The other whined before he lunged over attempting to take back what was his before Shigaraki kicked him back again, pinning him against the other side of the cough with his foot. “Fine!” The man huffed, “Fine, fine! You don’t even know the password so why are you even bothering!” He grinned, thinking that his ass was saved before his shoulder slumped, the rest of his body freezing as the other twirled the phone, showing the home screen.
“Two, nine, one, four, four, three, seven,” Tomura's mouth quirked into a cocky grin as he twirled the device again. Holding it haphazardly before he continued. “When typed out is somewhat resembles gamer tag ‘Spinner’. And before you ask, I know it because I’ve watched you put it in multiple times before, and I got a good memory,” The man explained, then slightly flexed as he swiped around trying to find the notorious notes app.
“Fucking shit give me back my phone!” Spinner relented again, though before he was able to lunge forward, he was again pinned back by the others feet which pressed onto his chest. Shuichi fought back, his legs kicking at the other who failed to falter.
“Finally found the damn app the amount I see you typing around on this thing shouldn’t it be on the damn home screen?” He huffed, scrolling though the notes. There were multiple ones, all labeled with their desired purpose. One with passwords which Tomura quickly noted, memorizing the few phrases that showed before scrolling up more. His past said grocery lift, empty cept’ for ‘Digiorno pizza’, definitely not the multitude of paragraphs he saw before when he creeped over the others shoulder. “So, Digiorno frozen pizza aint’ fuckin’ equivalent to a multi pages worth of paragraphs, so explain to me again why you lying to me Gecko boy?” Tomura teases, his cocky grin still decorating his face.
“Don’t call me that. . “Spinner grumbled, a scowl upon his face, “And stop looking around in there! It’s private!” He huffed, already making up a new plan to defeat his tormentor. Quickly grabbing the others legs, folding them up before he lunged again, though finally succeeding, grabbing a hold of the phone.
“Aye! I aint’ done yet!” Tomura pushed back, violently turning his body yanking the phone away, making up a new game plan to avoid his enemy, before deciding the move was to now stun and trap him instead. Quickly Tomura jumped forward, crashing down on spinner, making them both fall flat onto the cushions. Wrapping his arms and legs around the scaled man, trapping the others arms to his sides restraining him, he laughed. “This is all you can give? Pathetic,” He mocked, holding the phone to the side slightly, though he made sure that his arms were still tight against the others torso.
Spinner's face flushed, the others head resting atop of his clothed chest, a top of his heart, that was faltering with every breath. “Fuck off! Just let off!” He whined, trying his best to wiggle out of the hold to no avail. The blue haired man just grinning as he went back to the note's app.
“Alright then, let's get back to this hm?” He hummed, passing over a few more before finally finding the one he was looking for. It was labeled ‘Thoughts’ taping on it he could tell how long it was, about five pages worth of words typed out by his scaled friend. “What’s this? Your diary?” Tomura chuckled, enjoying the other become flustered.
“Dude! Please don’t read that shit! And it aint’ a diary asshole, just don't read it!” Spinner pleaded, trying to wriggle out of his confinement. Though all it did was just make the other laugh more, already reading the first paragraph.
“Ahem. . “ He made the dramatic throat clearing before he started to read off the screen. “Fuck he yelled today, his words were raspy and gravelly. The others were mocking him but I really was just paying attention to how his lips seemed to move and mold into shapes at every syllable. His lips are cracked but it just looks like they are more interesting and. . .” Tomura furrowed his brows, looking back at the man beside him. He was flushed a dark orange, his lips quivering. He looked down to the side refusing to meet the others eye. Tomura continued to read. “The texture would be more curious and interesting, really what I want to feel is the scar, the little gap between the lips of missing tissue that tapered off into a faint scar. Wish I could put my claw up to it and trace down every plane of it,”
Spinner was literally shaking, his tailed coiled up as his heart was beating the speed of light. The man above him, scrutinizing the text, re reading the first entry, glancing down at him every so often. Then he scrolled down to another. “I think my favorite color is red now, I was staring into his eyes, it reminded me of a boy trying to catch his dream when he talked, how he explained everything that he wanted. His eyes are like little dark rubies, they are glazed just slightly. He has monolids, though damaged where his other scar lies on his left eye, revealing more of the whites of his eyes then a regular person. A small mole peppered below his right, like the bottom of his lip. Marks of irritations framed the top half of his face, it’s a pretty thing. I want to be right there, close up, see how much they widen as I stare into them,” Tomura hummed slightly, tilting his head as he looked back down at his rather large gecko. He scrolled more, reading them to himself.
“His hair is rather soft looking, it has small clumps here and there, and sometimes I think he needs to brush it more, sometimes when I see him turn the back of his hair moves less elegantly than the front, I want to be able to sit him down, to bring a brush and slowly brush all the knots and tense from the day before, to have my hand by his necks, scratching at his scalp ever so slightly. I wish to put muzzle within the fluff to feel the locs against my cold scales.” Tomura clicked his tongue, unclasping his arm from the other, reaching to the back of his head, his fingers slowly combing through the strands. Before quickly he scrolled down, passing all of the rest to the most recent one, ready to read it out loud.
“He passed out during the mission yesterday. . I was the one tasked with bring him back to base, and to take care of his injuries at hand, also to wake him up with some smelling salts. I was able to lay him down on the couch, he looked kind of peaceful, really the only injury was a few bruises, the only reason him passing out being the lack of sleep and numerous days of work. I know it was dangerous and probably stupid but I grabbed his hand, I was sure only four of his fingers were touching me at all times, but I did feel his hands, slightly interlocking my freakish-” Tomura scowled before reading the rest. ‘Fingers with his, they were long and bonier than mind, but his knuckles were more flushed, and his palms softer. I only had my hand there for a minute I promise.’
Spinner laid their silently, his body stiff, his face was still flushed, though he shut his eyes closed tightly. The corners of his mouth still quivering with fear and embarrassment. His tail was rolled up between his legs as he cowered under the others gaze. “Shuichi,” Tomura started, placing the phone to the side as he crawled further up the other, feeling him shiver. “Open your eyes,” he pleaded in a whisper, the other opening up at the beg. Staring into the face he described in much detail within those rants, the one he felt was as lovely as a sunset, or dusk. One he described over and over, in other unread feelings.
Tomura pressed down, his lips meeting against the others muzzle, pecking a small kiss before he cupped his face, humming a bit as he examined the others expression, eyes were shot open, his mouth slightly agape as he stuttered incoherent sounds.
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!
New spinnerdabi post, this was the first thing suggested on the post i asked
I might have to repost it cropped if tumblr no like
No more suggestions please, but thank you guys for the inspirations, and i hope that these drawings will up my account a bit, even get people intrested in buying commisions from me ^^
Now the better valentines special >:D
An old spinnerdabi thing I di for art trade
As my friend said when they saw this “dabi radiates the gay”
Normal activities
Hello! Do you have any spinaraki fanfictions recommendations?
hope this is good :> Ive read like all of of them but some of my favorites are from ao3: Feeling moody: By shgarzki13: Unfinished but I believe will post more No heros here: By Quillscales: unfinished: reletively new probs will post more Those are both ongoing things Some, more finished ones are: And from this slumber you shall wake: by smol_the_Almighty Kisses Make the best of medicines: Smol_the_almighty The dragon and the beauty: Smol_the_almighty {a reacurring author, so check out their stuff} Letters to you: reinmuth The king and the knight: by orphan acount those are just some, some you might have read some might not... I also write spinaraki, and planning to write more too on ao3 : Trashanatomy
The spinner pageeeeee wooooo