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[necrotises]

# NECROTISES. hail to the king. a private exploration of SHIMURA TENKO / SHIGARAKI TOMURA, the symbol of fear, as written by isa. unaffiliated with the fandom, headcanon-based, and rooted in grotesque horror. please do not follow me if you are below the age of twenty-one.

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[incremates]

he inhales. tar, nicotine, and other bitter flavors hit his tongue. then his throat, then his lungs. it burns, but it's a welcome sensation. it feels restorative. it belongs within him. after all, it is well aware that it was created to burn and nothing else.

ashes from the cigarette are tapped outside the window. they drift through the air, then get carried away in a rare breeze. maybe that's how they'll be, the two of them; fates set and certain, until ... he exhales. " a miniboss. jesus christ. " though he sounds more amused at her lingo than anything else. " he's sayin' shit people have thought, but not had the courage to say before. your miniboss made an impact with conviction most of our kind already have. " hooded gaze falls upon her, death. and so by concept alone, he wants him. " he wants to prove that hero society is full of fakes— worthless. he's got a hard-on for the big guy, sure, but the concept remains similar. you both wanna tear down this garbage hero society. " but there's a reason he remains with tomura, rather than on his own. " you're more radical with it, though. the hero killer's will is true, but his ass is rotting in tartarus. you're not. i'm still hangin' around cause i see your strength— your conviction, boss. "

[necrotises]

smoke feathers through the air, weaving seamlessly with every effort of wind emerging from the open window. she peers outside, observing the suggestion of crooked trees and bramble, shrouded by the endless night. their silhouettes carve through the grim atmosphere and, in their obscurity, seem both infinitely close and far from her grasp, as though they stand within a pocket of infinitesimal time and space, far from even the qualms of logic and reality. in the spectacle, among the plumes of ash and tobacco, she can hear her own thoughts thrumming in her mind like a great pulse. “ stain talks about 'true heroes', ” she starts, bringing her hand towards the outside, feeling the wind's gusts thread through her cracked fingers, “ people who aren't fazed by the allure of all those benefits heroes get. glory, money, self-satisfaction. but he's so narrow minded that he doesn't realize that the one he worships is representative of everything wrong with society. ”

the open palm closes, seizing into a fist. it withdraws, brought back to her body. “ as soon as you don't fit the mold that the masses deem as 'right', you're discarded like trash. you're seen as defected, completely useless. i wanna kill all might, because once everyone's sense of security is stripped away, they'll crumble to the ground. they've become too expectant of heroes to resolve any issue they have, it's corrupted them from the inside out. we'll show the world how useless they really are. ”

[overhual]

the board before them tells two stories. one, a tale of novice strategy. the attempt is clear — maybe even impressive to fellow beginners. as usual, it's the long game missed by these types of players. gratification must wait. sacrifices must be made. in the end, this goal could be seen ... but perhaps not in this round. " the game's just beginning. a victor has yet to be decided. be patient, shigaraki. " two, a story of meticulous planning. one that takes her pieces with brutal force. to go easy on her would be to insult her. to play her like this is to increase her willingness to compromise and patience.

hands fold in his lap, observing the board with a calculated gaze. easily do gloved fingers reach out to slide his piece over. it's a piece he's aware he'll lose, but the endgame is still lining up to be his. " demanding today, aren't we? " demanding every day, but overhaul opts to focus on the finer details. " bubaigawara and toga are settling in well enough ... tell me, what do you think about in-fighting? "

[necrotises]

“ it's running thin, overhaul. ” its words are hissed through grit teeth, acid in open wounds, its finger lifting to point towards the young head in an accusatory direct. “ we've been sitting here for who knows how long, and i've been entertaining you since i came in here. it's about time you give me something i want. ”

information, namely. knowledge. veiny eyes flick towards the board as overhaul makes his move. she sees an opening, but she's learned since first playing with him: the most initially obvious moves tend to be that with hidden intentions. he sees something that she can't, and even still she's forced to respond with overtaking his piece. the asshole is setting her up. nulling her agitation, she looks back towards her host in wake of the inquiry. “ what do you mean, what do i think? i'm not stupid. it's something that'll rot you from the inside out. the moment your team starts bickering over something stupid is the moment it starts to fall apart. the hard part is nipping those disagreements at the bud. but all of that is obvious. what are you getting at? ”

[sparkles0n-deactivated20260419]

maybe it’s BECAUSE of his ability to still feel fear when faced with something like Shigaraki that’s he’s been chosen for this mission . he can maintain some ( facade of ) innocence, of not being a villain so that perhaps he could be accepted as a HERO .

slowly, that trembling lip pulls into a thin smile . quite literally does he light up, the air noticeably glimmering . ❝ what a BLESSING for the both of you, to know someone as dazzling as myself . ❞

as quick as her fear arrived, it seemingly DISAPPEARED, replaced by an egotistical facade that rivals the sun in how utterly BLINDING it is . showing too much weakness in front of Shigaraki was probably foolish — and it was only FAIR she got some assurance of Yuga’s abilities, non ?

❝ I would’ve thought that Uncle would have MENTIONED you if you’re so important . ❞

[necrotises]

silent. as though one could hear a pen drop, or the blood rushing through their bodies. his lip curls slightly, pulling back to expose pallid gums, a scoff exiting his lips. this brat thinks he's up to something, but she saw how he trembled in front of her. he saw the way her lip quivered, pupils dilated, skin ran bloodless and white. instead of snapping back, its head slowly tilts to the side, lulling with the lifelessness of a doll. “ a blessing, huh? ” she echoes, contorting her scowl into a teeth-baring sneer. “ looks like we've got two different definitions of that one, yūga aoyama. you're overestimating your importance to me... and to sensei. ”

better than being some sniveling neonate, she supposes. the retort twists in her gut nonetheless, fueling the faint twitch of his lip. “ on the contrary, ” she replies, voice low and slow enough that the articulation of every syllable can be heard, as though demanding yūga's absolute attention, “ people who lack importance to another tend to know about them the least. it's not surprising that he didn't mention me to you; you're a tool. something malleable to be used as he pleases. you're not gonna trick me with your 'tough guy' act, either. i'm almost insulted that you thought you could. ”

[bloomfruit]

she thinks about kicking his feet off the table, just to be a brat, but it risked jostling her and accidentally touching something. she knew how much he loved that psp. it was a small comfort in a world of hurt. a stupid sibling argument wasn't worth risking something like that, so she leans back, focusing her attention instead on her food. she tries to eat quickly, while it's hot, but not so quickly that she isn't savoring every bite. it was a rare treat, after all.

' i know it's crazy, anyway. ' saying it out loud just reaffirms what she's always been told: that she was nuts. she could never be normal, no matter how desperately she tried to be.

' she's just... i don't know. sometimes i can't tell if i want to be with her, or be her. she has everything. parents who love her, friends, a crush on a boy at school, she gets to live a normal life. she's pretty and kind and people love her. she has no idea how lucky she is. she has everything that you and i will never have. ' she pulls her knees up to her chest, resting her head on her crossed arms with a sigh. it was the reason she took such great risk, just to be around the students of u-a. it was like she just wanted a taste of what it was like.

' like if i could become her, i could have everything she has. or if she loved me, some of her goodness might rub off on me and make me better. i don't know. i know it doesn't make any sense. '

[necrotises]

ringlets of moonlight descend from the cracks of curtains. they fall gracefully upon the ground, stretching far enough to touch even the table they sit nearby, upheaving wood and chipped veneer, providing it life. his eyes are trained on those moonbeams, those discs of light pushing through the seemingly-endless, abyssal night. the dust that pollutes the air nearly look like an endless array of stars, in that light, as though they share a fraction of the cosmos, infinite and imposing, before their eyes. the console is set down, its body twisting slightly to catch a glimpse of himiko's eyes. there's something churning, there. not just affection, but... envy? desire? unfettered and unchained, winding so tight around her. it must be suffocating.

“ no one said anything about it being crazy, ” it counters, though lacks acidity in his tone. she's assuming that she'll be dismissed, or rejected, or judged, it's sure, but he isn't like that. their team isn't like that. it twists, plucking its food from between them, two fingers delicately raised from the object. “ i'm not gonna say i get it completely — but it isn't nonsensical. ” maybe they don't understand the intricacies of romance. maybe they never will, and for that can never fully comprehend the extent of himiko's motivations. but sitting with her, speaking with her, hearing the ardor and yearning on her tongue, that yearning... he sinks his teeth into his food, chewing slowly. “ that's why we do what we do, right? so you don't have to feel like you need to be someone else to be okay. you talk like you're the broken one — but it's not you, y'know. it never has been. ” another bite. teeth sinking into meat, feeling it yield under the pressure. “ it'd be easier to be someone else, though. that, i get. some people have it all without even trying. it isn't fair to the people who had to struggle their whole lives. it isn't fair to us. ”

[overhual]

M. | ❝ did you miss me? ❞ / @necrotises

" why, tomura. you act as though i've have time to miss you. " night keeps its steadfast grip over the villa. even the moon seems to interrupt the quietness of the time, a light too bright. though his retort rolls easily off the tongue, his expression reveals how true his sarcasm seems. eyes droop with rarely seen exhaustion. as the mask is unhooked from his face, a soft collection of stubble gathers around his chin. he's tired. between rebuilding the hassaikai from the ground up, being an active lieutenant, and managing the medical ward, fatigue clings to bones.

yet still, time was carved to come to the villa beneath the guise of work. perhaps it was even believable to all but the two of them. his gaze lingers on her. " you know the answer. "

[necrotises]

exhaustion clings to kai like ill-fitting clothes: far too tight, squeezing the life out of him in a quiet death. there is passion in his eyes, still, but none so overpowering as the fatigue. it's for good reason; he's been worked to the core, perhaps more than he's been in his life. subservience is a good look on him. “ don't be so cruel, chisaki, ” he says, not bothering to feign offense. rather, his sleek body slinks through the room, padding quietly towards his company. as he approaches, his gloved hand raises, drifting towards kai's face, cupping along the stubble-glossed jawline. a touch — the invasion of all that he holds closely, sullying his skin with rough, calloused fingertips. the hand slides from his jaw and towards the back of his skull, cradling it closely, bringing him nearer to her lips. “ yeah, ” she murmurs, and bumps foreheads with him; “ i do. but i'm not satisfied with just that. i wanna hear it from you. ”

its neck cranes, ghosting their noses together. “ for someone who always tends to speak his mind, you're being uncharacteristically bashful. you're getting shy on me, now? ”

[eclipsemuses-arch]

He remains quiet as she speaks, his gaze intense, unblinking as he takes in everything she says: he breaks it down to the syllables. He notes her word choice, the way she places emphasis on certain words, everything is important to the mission, and no stone should be left unturned.

He is running out of time.

"Could I?" He is insistent, "Has anyone ever listened to tame? I'm certainly not the first hero to object to the way things are run around here, but the commission is very efficient at silencing those who disagree with them. Whether that be by tanking their rankings to force them into an early retirement, or full-on locking them up. And people...civilians, they don't want disruption. They ignore anything out of the status quo because that is security. I can't blame them for that, change of any kind has always been uncomfortable, but..." He rubs at his forehead.

"But I don't want to sit around anymore, I'm a man who gets the job done, and I do it at breakneck speeds. This is no different. And it might make me unpopular when all is said and done, but I know at the end of it all, the world will be better for it. A society built on personal responsibility will always flourish as opposed to one built on the backs of some ideal that doesn't even exist anymore. Maybe never even existed in the first place."

At mention of being tethered, he shrugs, then allows his wings to spread to their full size: large, intimidating, overbearing.

Too much.

Not enough.

"When you look at my career on paper, it's flawless. Villains don't get away from me, my arrests always end in convictions. My paperwork is immaculate. Despite that, every headline with my name is preceded by a title, usually along the lines of 'the man who is too fast for his own good,' I get notes, always telling me to 'slow down,' to be less of who I am because it's not entertaining to watch someone if you can't see them. And I listen. I have to listen. Or, I guess, I feel like I have to listen. So..."

The wings fall.

"I guess you could say the thing holding me back is...me? Maybe, despite all of these words, maybe I'm scared. I don't know if you wanted me to get introspective like that. I'm not really good at riddles or trick questions or whatever this is. But that's why I'm here. Because as much as I can help you, I think...I think you can help me, too."

[necrotises]

as ever, tomura's intense gaze captures his company with keen scrutiny. her lips, finely pressed into a thin line, do not even twitch at the inflection of his voice, composed as it is. rather, it brings its gloved fingers towards its chin, curling them into the palm of its hand, and resting its cheek on the fist. hawks puts up a good show. his words, so carefully placed on his tongue, as though each syllable is so fragile it would break under the slightest pressure, seem to entangle with an authenticity she doesn't often see with those in his line of work. he's honest, not trying to paint himself into a flawless mold, and shockingly has the humility to confess his own shortcomings. all without pissing her off, too.

“ c'mon, number two. this isn't a riddle. it's not a trick, either. we're just talking; consider this conversation one where i make sure i can invest in you. ” the fist unfurls into an open hand, chin perched upon the cracked skin of its palm. slowly, an odd smile pulls on its lips, breaching through her ghastly image, tugging on thin, split skin. it's broad enough to reach her eyes; lids which droop, making a thin slit of the eye, as though in uncanny delight; red irises flicked upward, implanted within hawks's frame, beholding, beholding... amusement is expressed with a sharp exhale from its nostrils, lurching forward slightly, dragging uneven fingernails lightly down the corner of his jaw, restless with purpose.

its tongue drags over its teeth. there's power in charisma, finely-wound around his finger like a leash, such that one could easily find their neck within. it can see why jin is so allured by him. “ well, you didn't devote yourself to get nothing in return. you're too determined, too strong-willed for blind loyalty. i can understand why... and truthfully, i need that with someone in your position. ” someone with something enormous to lose. someone with something sweeter to be gained. “ it's natural for you to be scared, hawks. maybe you should be. it's your survival instinct kicking in, fight or flight. that makes you keen. besides, when it all comes down to it, that's what we fight for. survival. prosperity. ” the smile remains. “ this isn't an interrogation; it's just me checking you out. loosen up a little. you've gotten this far, which tells me you're not to be taken lightly. you just... ” hesitance. searching for the word, before landing a bullseye. “ intrigue me. ”

[norcruel]

" thank you, grand commander. i try to be. " try and succeed. there is no former without the latter, nor the reverse. shigaraki is known intimately to them, as are most of the others in command. spending hours in meetings and debriefs opens them up in ways unrecognizable to most others. the way bubaigawara clicks her pen. the sound of koku's hands folding in resignation. dabi's bored flick of a cigarette between its fingers. and shigaraki in all that she is now. they notice the boot, of course. calculation is thrown out the window. they won't be surprised if she trips thrice today. " as expected. very well. i'll place an order to the cafeteria. it will be brought here shortly. " soft clacking against the keys follows. they listen until it settles in its chair. space is given to him. patience reserved for none other than to the one they are most loyal to.

" you know me well. i took the liberty of compiling notes from the morning meetings for you. " a tablet is offered. " tab through at your leisure. i have a few points i would like to discuss with you. most of them are trivial inquiries, though we must also discuss your 'upgrading' process. "

[necrotises]

inelegantly, the injured leg extends outward, lowering her haunches and bending her spine into a faint slouch. despite the lax appearance, tomura's attention is sharpened, its eyes as acute as the point of a knife; the injuries attained during her battle with re-destro still loiter over her body even now, slowing her step and fatiguing her already-anchored muscles, yet she remains keen. what the paranormal liberation front needs, now, is a leader exhibiting unadulterated power. hard-wired loyalty is difficult to deprogram; re-destro's influence still lingers among the masses, sowing seeds of mistrust among the most ardent of devotees like a plague. even now, she has much to prove. it sits heavy on her shoulders, burdening her lethal body. it carries that with her like a second skin. keeps her honed. keeps her fueled.

the tablet is delicately plucked from skeptic's fingers, tabbing through the excess of notes. professionally structured. painstakingly neat. “ yeah, sure. ” she lifts her eyes to meet skeptic's visage, leer halfway hidden behind the rim of the handheld device. “ what about it? everything i told you was pretty cut and dry. ”

[necrotises]

despite the efforts she made with her appearance, the frenzy pooling in her eyes only exaggerates the uncanny nature of her visage. two red clots behind disarranged hair bore relentlessly into the boy, narrowing just enough to show the wry smile beginning to twist onto her face. her lips are split; stained teeth glimmer beneath the consuming light, and as it tilts its head, its eyes seem to follow every fidget and shift of body its company makes. “ you're asking me what i wanna prove... but isn't it obvious? ” she counters, pointing a long finger towards the boy, its fingernail split to the bed, nearly perforated at its point. “ i wanna turn this society upside down. people have gotten too comfortable looking onto their protectors whenever there's an issue, they expunge themselves of any personal responsibility. they're so sure about the concept of justice, of right and wrong, that people like us slip through the cracks of their 'perfect reality'. i'm asking a few questions, is all. ” the long finger withdraws, brought to her neck, digging her fingers into its flesh to quell the insatiable itch. “ rooting to the main issue of this age. i'm sure you can wrap your mind around that. ” @kauterized, ♡.

[necrotises]

“ hey, hey... you're a u.a. student, aren't you? i saw you at the sports festival. ” fingers lift in greeting, a smile breaching through her grim countenance, but it doesn't yet reach her eyes. tangled hair falls over the majority of her face as her head cranes towards her company; slouched, with a posture mimicking that of a vulture, it beckons the student nearer. “ you guys are so cool; i can't believe i'm seeing you in real life! i gotta ask... how does it feel to go to the best hero academy in japan? could... could i take a photo with you? ” @galaxythixf, ♡.

[duplexity]

" hey, shigaraki! " she's greeted with a grin obscured by a dual-toned mask. a wave is offered, quick and excited before the lieutenant bounds over. " you're off the crutch! (DAMN! I THOUGHT IT LOOKED COOL! BREAK YOUR FOOT AGAIN!) — sure thing, boss. i'm on it! " despite the leer and all the ways tomura holds herself now, jin sees no threat, no need to be intimidated. it's tomura. they may all have fancy new digs and responsibilities now, but at her core, the social outcast jin chose to follow months ago still stands.

however, it has a vague idea as to what this sudden call is leading too. index finger and thumb hook under the mask, hooking it up over their nose. " okay, before you say anything, i asked for permission to take a break from this meeting i'm supposed to be in. i'll go back in soon! swear! "

[necrotises]

though still nursing her wounded foot, tomura moves lightly, neglecting the stiffness of knotted muscles still healing from their most recent wounds. her ghastly visage is stony, lips pressed into the faintest downward curve, perhaps exaggerating the expression half-hidden behind unkempt hair. despite this, upon being approached by twice, tomura offers her something gentler, something familiar. “ i'm sure you did, ” she replies, raising her hand in dismissal. “ if it's important, don't let me hold you... i just wanna talk about something that's been nagging me. ” its head dips, gesturing towards the hallway from whence twice arrived. starting to move in its direction, she adds, “ i'm skeptical about our number two. you're spending the most time with him, so i figured i'd pick your brain. ” she weaves through the villa's corridors, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her pants. “ tell me what you think about him. what you really think, without reservations. i wanna know what he's doing to make you vouch for him so much. ” @norcruel.

[bychuck-deactivated20250413]

"okay, are you a good omen or a bad omen? 'cause, y'know, i googled you, and the old wives are kind of divided on this question."

@necrotises spun the wheel for CHIMNEY !

[necrotises]

“ i'll let you take a guess. ” the sardonic retort, expunged of any warmth that may yet linger in her tone, passes through tightly-grit teeth in a hiss. exhaustion subdues its body, and despite its best efforts to veil the show of vulnerability, her shoulders hang heavily, bringing the entirety of her posture into a haphazard slouch. “ i wasn't told that i'd have a guest today, ” she says. “ never seen you in my life, either. so lemme ask you something: why are you bothering me? ”

[overhual]

" nothing about what just happened would read 'so easily' to me. that was hard-won. " an acknowledgement of her strength — of the league's strength. word of re-destro's self-amputation and surrender spread like wildfire. unfortunately, he couldn't tend to the former grand commander himself. a liberation underling was sent in his place. he had the successor to examine. chisaki's minor wounds were overhauled promptly after the fight. poor trumpet continues to nurse a broken jaw. " the course of history has changed, for better or worse, and you're at the helm of it ... how does that feel to you? " and then an exhale of amusement follows. " have you even had a chance to think about it? "

she's a wreck, in generous terms. hooded eyes flick between each noted area of injury while measuring the amount of strength left in the hand he assesses. " all over, huh? " by mere miracle she's awake, by even more rare circumstance, it's alive. " this arm isn't broken, but your wrist is sprained. i'll wrap it. try to baby it for the next week. no over-extending or lifting too much. " it becomes abundantly clear she'll need written instructions for when the shock wears off, and all of this becomes a blur. he switches to the opposite hand rather quickly once his eyes land upon it. the mangled collection of bone and flesh can hardly even be called a hand, as mutilated as it looks.

" that's a stretch. " gently said at the nickname, though his lips curl into a mix between a grimace and a smirk behind his mask. " i'm trying not to dwell on it ... besides, you're not the first 'walking biohazard' i've dealt with today. " a pause. he reaches those manic eyes. " i recommend overhauling this hand. promptly. i can't restore your fingers, but i can close the wound and reassemble your nerve endings. "

[necrotises]

at the furthest edge of her mind rises the sensation of unkempt exhaustion. delirium pushes to the forefront, casting a veil over her eyes, and weighing down her body such that every movement feels as though it requires the effort of a hundred men. she peers at kai with a hooded gaze, eyes unfocused, vision blurred. even the mind betrays her, now: it suggests phenomena that aren't quite there; silhouettes too long and thin to be human stand just within her peripheral, partially blending into the surrounding examination room, such as an ink-stain spreads across paper; the occasional whisper perks her ears, speaking her name, or gibberish, or partial sentences in voices she cannot properly recognize. slowly, her hand withdraws. “ i've barely been able to hear myself think, to be honest. ” she trails off, her lip twitching. “ these past couple of months have been one long trial. but now, you can look at the fruits of my labor. ”

despite what should be debilitating pain, her wrist pivots, palm upturned. the bustling of bodies moving to and fro. moans of agony and ailment, murmurs of what's to come. the adrenaline still coursing through its veins when the whole world seemed to hold its breath, only breaking its silence when the wind whispered her name in conquest. “ you're asking how i feel? i feel exhilarated. animated. like i can reach out and hold the world in the palm of my hand. ”

her eyes finally peel from kai, glancing towards the puckered sinew protruding from the worst of her wounds. the blood has since slowed, instinctively clotting within the center of the meaty wound. carefully, the remains of her fingers flex. the sight ushers nothing more than a bemused grunt. “ sure, ” tomura replies, offering the ravaged hand. notwithstanding the collection of bone and pulsing muscle, the healthy skin is drenched with blood, seeping past its wrist until ultimately leaking from the elbow. it appends to his already-disheveled appearance, leaving him with the guise of something cornered, wild, and on the precipice of death. “ if i weren't mistaken, i'd say you almost sound worried for me. don't tell me you're starting to get soft, chisaki. ”

[necrotises]

wait astro has a good idea going. i’m moonfazes on marvel rivals!

[burdene]

NOBODY'S BEEN SAVED YET! don't be the OLD, WORTHLESS DEKU who can't save anyone! by bennie.

[necrotises]

babygirl you are strange and offputting

[necrotises]

i like describing tomura in a ‘horror beyond your comprehension’ way but you must know that he’s also my pretty pretty princess with pretty pretty disorders. you understand