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giggling at the idea of Toshinori ordering aizawa more and more drinks and aizawa is like "(fuuck but its all might. fine I'll keep drinking)" text credit to my beloved @eztria
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he lives on with me
hiii guys my apple pencil is broeken so i had to finger this 😊 thank you bye bye
Found some old scans of my 2022 sketchbook and realized i never posted those... here you go my fellow spinaraki stans
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"No one mourns the wicked"
"No, one mourns the wicked"
A first handshake that didn’t go well but there’s an easy fix
Illustration by Ryosuke Takeuchi
Nana shimura
1 - His red, cavernous gaze carries the unrest of someone taken apart and stitched back together in all the wrong ways. The skin — cracked, rough, and weary — forms the last remaining shell of Shigaraki Tomura, a vessel bearing the rot of a mind consumed over time. He stands as the cruel inversion of Tenko Shimura, the child who once reached for heroism and shelter. Between them stretches the haunting silhouette of a fate crushed under the weight of sorrow.
2 - The hand wrapped around his neck is more than flesh — it is All For One’s dominion made manifest. It does not simply grasp; it commands, puppeteers, quiets, and shapes every step Shigaraki takes. It is the unseen gravity that swallowed his life whole, turning his existence into the echo of another man’s will. That hand is the invisible cord knotted around his freedom from birth to downfall, a reminder that his life was carved, molded, and sharpened for a purpose that never belonged to him.
3 - Red spider lilies bloom like wounds that never learned how to close. They whisper of death, of farewells that cannot be undone, of memories that sear even after time has tried to bury them. They trail after Tomura like restless spirits, marking his path in crimson and announcing the death of Tenko — and the rise of something devastating. Something built from ruin. It is the moment when the boy who sought comfort gives way to the man who found in destruction the only way left to breathe.
4 - At the bottom, Tenko holds Mon — a memory almost too delicate to survive the storm that swallowed him. It is the faint gleam of a childhood that never bloomed, a version of him that might have been saved had the world been kinder. He appears small, trapped like a fractured window in his own mind: present, yet impossible to reach. Above him looms Shigaraki, a wild and uncontained force, while Tenko remains below — reduced to a flicker that refuses to die, even as everything around him crumbles into dust.
5 - The chaotic swirl of colors disorients the eye, yet with intention. That confusion is its own language — the language of the war waged inside him. It mirrors the collision between the monster Shigaraki has become and the child who once begged for help. It is the endless clash of Tomura’s chaos with Tenko’s fragility, two souls crashing against each other within the same shattered body.
6 - The inverted cross, often painted as a symbol of malice in stories and superstition, frames Shigaraki as the antithesis of the peace society worships. He is the warped reflection of what a hero was meant to be, the herald of a fear that grows in the places people refuse to look. The cross does not declare him demonic — it proclaims that he was born from neglect, from abandonment, from everything the world chose to overlook. A symbol rising in stark defiance of All Might and all he once embodied.
Full artwork
That's all, honestly I'm afraid the translation might have changed the meaning of the words since I'm using a translator, I'll check that later. I hope it made sense, I spent a lot of time trying to fit everything into the drawing coherently. Opinions? Btw I hate you AFO, please just die already.
Uh how I put a caption? 😭
It’s the One for All, sir. I’m afraid it’s reached your heart.
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It’s not the same without you