He Looks Like He Just Remembered He Left The Oven On

i love how i drew him here, also. would anyone be interested if I posted spinaraki fanfics on here?

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Participating in a Shigadabi week thing, so yall gonna get a influx of art / fics of them for a few days

Prompt: genderbend

I just love bug people

Dabi: So what did they end up charging you guys with?

Toga: Murder

Shigaraki: Terrorism

Dabi: Mine was arson.

Compress: Kidnapping a minor.

Spinner: …

Spinner, mumbling: Driving without a license.

Dabi: *cackling hysterically*

dabi: [lookin through spinner’s stuff] lmao what is this… fuckin miku merch???

spinner: yah… u got a problem with that????

dabi: not really but i mean… how predictable huh, stain cosplayer??

spinner: don’t imply those things about miku. tomura….🥺🥺🥺

shigaraki: yeah, yeah… miku’s neat and ur stain scarf’s an acceptable distraction. from me. obviously the better hero killer.

dabi: of course u think that… u are also what they call way 2 online

shigaraki: [not listening bcs spinner’s trying to hug him for ‘comfort’] 🥰🥰

spinner: 😏😏❤️

dabi:

league of villains members it is my deepest regret to inform you that today was valentines day

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 -.-"

I cleared up my page, and now I am really tempted to delete my old art that i despise

It had to be done