Ok, Two Memes To Acknowledge The New Chapter:

Ok, two memes to acknowledge the new chapter:

1. Dabi the next time he sees Best Jeanist.

hee hoo long neck

2. The first reaction I had when seeing Best Jeanist in his suit.

I’M A GIRAFFE!!!

And yeah, can’t wait to see where the story’s gonna go from here. Really excited!

Spinaraki Week Level 2 Day 5: Strays + Rain

Sunshower Fortress

It’s been a few months since they ran away, and with the threats of being captured wearing off, Spinner and Tomura are ready to find a more permanent base of operations... after this storm clears up of course. A continuation of Day 4: Let’s Stick Together, We Won’t Fall Apart.

~~~~~

It only took about five minutes, from the start of the thundering down pour that had come right the fuck out of nowhere to finding the bridge and diving underneath it, but by then their backpacks and the belongings inside had been soaked. Spinner set about remedying that by setting the trash inside of the well-placed garbage can on fire with the last of his matches, while Tomura spread the bags and their contents around the jury-rigged heat source. Once those tasks were completed, they huddled close to the fire to feed off the warmth emanating from it, and from each other.

This wasn’t so bad. Sure, they weren’t living the most stable lifestyle. They couldn’t really hold down any jobs as they were constantly on the run, since they couldn’t risk getting caught by any cops who recognized Spinner as a missing person or by the goons Tomura’s sensei had at his disposal. Even if they hadn’t actually seen those threats yet, they didn’t want to chance it. And yeah, they occasionally had to “dine and dash” or go dumpster diving to keep their bellies full when the money they saved up got tight.

But they got by. Tomura may have been joking back then but Spinner really was an “escape master supreme”. The ability to traverse nearly any surface paired up with a quirk that made things disappear created a partnership where they could “get in and get out” of most any situation without a trace of evidence left behind. And it was worth it! They were two crazy teenage runaways on the move, touring the cities and seeing the sights, and always having each other’s backs.

Of course, deep down they both knew they couldn’t keep this up forever. Today had been a sunny August day, but the nice weather wasn’t going to stay that way for much longer. So, their mission for the day had been to investigate the area around the city they were currently hiding in, and scout out a secure shelter to settle into for the foreseeable future before the weather went to shit. Case in point, they were in the middle of arguing whether the cheap apartment or the empty larger-than-average dumpster was the better option when the sky abruptly opened up and dumped a good hundred gallons on them, forcing them to abandon the squabble and find cover.

Still, it was moments like this, nestled together and comfortably snug in the light of the fire and in each other’s arms, where everything felt right. Right in a way neither of them had ever felt in the life they had before they met.

About an hour later, their stuff was mostly dry and the sun started to come out once more, but the rain, while it had slowed down somewhat, carried on. The violent storm had transitioned neatly into a mellow sunshower. With a care he only showed to Spinner, Tomura untangled himself from him and jogged out to get a better look at the phenomenon, kicking at the grass to scatter the heavy drops of water that still clung on to them.

Spinner watched as Tomura catapulted himself into the nearest puddle, a big grin on the wild-eyed boy and a small sentimental smile on his own, and as the shallow water sprung to life around his friend, time slowed down to a crawl. It slowed down so Spinner could see the starry dewdrops that had gathered on Tomura’s pale eyelashes and how they framed his bejeweled and boyish eyes, which shone brightly from the reflection of the sun’s rays breaking through the storm clouds, and from his own unrestrained glee. In an instant, Spinner knew the reason why everything felt right with Tomura at his side, the reason that had unknowingly yet deeply rooted itself since they first met online all those months ago.

Time picked its pace back up once again, but Spinner felt like he was still in a trance as he stood up and walked out into the sunlight and rain. Tomura didn’t notice that his friend had come out from under the bridge to join him until he was nearly right in front of him.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked Spinner, who was still staring at him with wide rosy eyes and his mouth slightly hanging open in awe, as if he was seeing Tomura for the first time. Without a word Spinner slowly shuffled as close as he could and, placing his hands firmly onto the slightly taller boy’s shoulders for balance, raised himself up on his tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Tomura’s right cheek, catching the dark mole that contrasted with his otherwise pale skin.

Spinner stayed there for a moment or two, letting his lips linger before pulling back just as slowly as he came in. Once his face came back into view, Tomura felt like he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He could not do anything and would not do anything, not until he cataloged all the ways in which the sunlight scattered in the drizzle and flickered its colors onto Spinner’s face, took notice of how the soft reds and bright blues were refracted and enhanced as they bounced off his iridescent scales. And just like Spinner, Tomura instantly realized what made it feel so right to belong together. Cupping the cheeks that blushed petal pink, Tomura watched as Spinner’s similarly shaded eyes fluttered shut before leaning in and letting his own cherry red eyes close as well.

Their first kiss tasted like a raindrop. So did the next one, and the next, and the next, even long after the shower was over.

~

When the sky gave way from stormy afternoon to clear and quiet dusk, Spinner and Tomura found an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It was spacious, wasn’t well lit, and there were piles of random boxes on the floor and chains hanging from the high ceiling, but it wasn’t so bad. Bring in some blankets and hammocks, throw a couple pillow here and there, figure out how to rewire some of the electrics without getting severely electrocuted, and this place would do just fine. Together they’d get by. Together they’d make this newly dubbed “Sunshower Fortress” a home.

Look at his eye...

Little glowing eye...

Would be a shame if I...

Whoops my fingers slipped!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2209326

My six works for the recent Spinaraki Week Level 2 are all posted on AO3. Check this (and my first series of fics) out for some Spinaraki goodness.

Yeah I can definitely see Shigaraki as an aye-aye.

Crazy ass gremlin with the fingers, that is also sort of adorable... like in a “so ugly it’s cute” kinda way.

Aye-Ayes are nocturnal so they’re used to the dark. The middle finger is for foraging, so the hands and fingers are very important. They are also the only living species of its genus and family on the evolutionary tree of life. And on that note, please check out this aye-aye folklore:

Wow, a being that is accustomed to the dark, relies heavily on their hands, is the only surviving member of their family, is seen as a symbol of evil, and everyone wants to kill them so no one else they love dies and the status quo keeps going. What a bunch of coincidental parallels.

Cool animal association Horikoshi! Very nice!

Spinaraki Week Level 2 Day 2: Canon Divergence

Now That You’re Alive and Kicking

When the heroes are closing in, and Shigaraki still won’t wake up, and there is no time left to think of a way to bring him back to consciousness, Spinner doesn’t think. He acts. A sequel to To Soothe This Aching Body.

~~~~~

When Spinner fantasized about his reunion with Shigaraki, after he was finally separated from his boss’s floating body and kicked out of the tank so Dr. Ujiko could begin the final stages of the surgery, he liked to imagine that he’d be there to help his boss out of the vat of stabilizing goo, that he’d be the first person to feel Shigaraki’s heartbeat return, and the first one his boss saw when he woke up from his death-like state. What was happening now was not what Spinner had in mind. Sure, he was once again holding Shigaraki close, just as he did when he last left him, but the threats of strangulation and sucker punches were incredibly unwelcome additions, especially because Shigaraki was showing no signs of waking up.

So much was happening and there was barely any time to do anything, even with the extra seconds that Mr. Compress was gracious enough to buy them. Lemillion was still dealing with the magician’s decision to hurl his bloody body at him and be as much of a nuisance as possible, but that distraction wasn’t going to last long. At this point, Spinner had finished quickly combing through his memories for anything that could help wake Shigaraki up from his unconscious state, but had only come up with one idea.

He remembered how his boss had linked his overwhelming feelings of rage to those cold hands he frequently attached to himself. Could it be possible for Shigaraki to use that rage as a means to overcome his own unconsciousness? Maybe it was, for Spinner had definitely seen him achieve the impossible with determination and spite alone on multiple occasions.

With that, Spinner rummaged through his boss’s pockets, pulled out the remaining hand, and began to gently angle Shigaraki’s head for the incoming hand. But just as he was about to place it onto the scarred face he was cradling, Spinner paused.

What if it… didn’t work? After all, didn’t Shigaraki also say that the hands on his body made him feel all kinds of sick to his stomach? He’d already been through so much during this fight alone, going up against almost every top hero, his serious injuries were proof of that! What if instead of powering Shigaraki up, he instead ended up feeling too awful to move? Spinner didn’t want that! And what if, what if…

What if Shigaraki just needed to feel an overpowering emotion in general to wake up? Did it have to be negative? How would Spinner even get a positive emotional response from him? What would he have to do? What could he do?

Lemillion had pushed Mr. Compress off of him. There was no time left, not even to enough to think. So, Spinner didn’t think, he let his impulsivity take over and dictate his next -and maybe final- move.

He dropped the hand, pulled Tomura’s face close… and kissed him.

Three things shortly followed. First, it immediately surprised Lemillion, who was most certainly not expecting to encounter anything remotely romantic on the battlefield, from villains even less so. Naturally, seeing the kiss threw him off somewhat, causing him to miss the punch he had tried to throw at them.

Secondly, Spinner’s actions proved to work perfectly, as the first thing Tomura became aware of as he woke up was the sensation of scaled lips pressed desperately to his own, and the first emotion he felt that had catapulted him into consciousness was overwhelming bliss.

Lastly, the kiss -and the love that Spinner had poured into it- triggered one of Tomura’s new quirks to activate, in an attempt to protect this moment from any outside interference. Within seconds, a forcefield rapidly expanded out from Tomura to cover the entire length of Gigantomachia and a bit beyond, hurling the heroes caught in its path far across the wreckage while keeping his allies safe and sound.

It took some time before Spinner and Tomura broke the kiss. How could they break the moment quickly when it was the best they had felt in a long time? Once it was over however, Spinner swiftly began to panic once again.

“Are you okay?!” Spinner questioned, moving his hands to support Tomura’s body as he started to sit up.

“Yes,” Tomura answered breathlessly, “Why wouldn’t I be when you’re here? But, are you alright?” He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against the necklace of dark bruising around Spinner’s strong neck.

“I’m fine, I’ve never felt better,” Spinner soothed, planting a kiss to his beloved’s temple, just as he did when he last saw him. And as Tomura knocked their foreheads together affectionately, Spinner went on, “Now that you’re alive and kicking.”