* 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙿𝙸𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚁.

[shgraki-archive]

#SHGRAKI. PRIVATE  TOMURA SHIGARAKI/TENKO SHIMURA OF B.NHA.  HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH OVERHUAL AND ICEPLY. FRIENDS ONLY. MOSTLY ICONLESS. LITERALLY DO NOT FOLLOW ME FIRST IF WE ARE NOT MUTUALS ELSEHWERE. ARC INFO BELOW.

BLOG ROLL: @lemilrion . @livingmight . @quirkcaught .

# MAIN ARC.

i do not know what's happening with current shigaraki, nor do i care. i mainly write them post re-destro upgrade and settling into leading the paranormal liberation front. **or beforehand.

# HERO TENKO.

this is a verse where tenko was rescused by toshinori at a young age and was raised by him. i adore this verse almost as much as main so please feel free to ask for it. she's a hero who mainly helps with debris clearing and is considered a "heavy" around the hero world. partnered with overhaul.

# HCS.

she/they/he/it. transmasc agender.

does not and will not ever have the afo quirk.

[shgraki-archive]

mha giving shigaraki a hero crush on aizawa is the realest thing they did.

[qhwerliet]

[plurarity]

" CRITICISM IS OFTEN THE GENESIS OF GROWTH. " tongues of mist lap along its edges, a break in the void fixed upon shigaraki like two piercing eyes. his voice, low and rolling, is a contrast of his company's, hoping to quell the agitation sharpening her tongue. " you're only still burgeoning, tomura shigaraki. this judgement, too, is not without its purpose. "

[shgraki-archive]

HE  HATES  IT  ;     how  kurogiri  has  always  managed  to  soften  sharp  edges  —  despite  being  at  her  disposal.     “   pass  me  some  water.   ”   the  master's  gift  to  him  has  never  been  that  …  never  just  that.     “     he  doesn't  understand.  —   he  calls  me  a  failure  and  then  gets  himself  captured.  how  are  we  not  the  same?  if  he  would've  let  me  stay,   he  wouldn't  be  in  tartarus. ” 

[shgraki-archive]

c'monnnnn tomura >:(

bother someone else or ill tell izuku you have a crush on him.

[iceply]

" SO DO YOU. " his improving strength is nearly palpable, like a wall she can't tear past; though it's a similar sensation he's felt when standing near re-destro before his fall, this feels different. he feels different. geten meets his eyes, steeled gaze against the clash of red, lifting his chin in what he hopes to be a display of pride. of gratitude, perhaps. " it's good to see you around more. as for my position... " his eyes cast elsewhere. admittedly, it's been an adjustment; the shift of power alone has been a struggle to accept. but having the luxury — a true luxury, he knows, though he doesn't quite understand why — of shigaraki taking a liking to him made it easier. after the buckle of his former leader, metamorphosed into a shell of who he once was, it was good to have someone to look towards who, too, earned his respect. " i think it's been going as well as it can, " she decides, casting her gaze back towards him. " it's not too different from what i did before you came along. i feel as though i'm finally settling in... hopefully you agree. "

[shgraki-archive]

"   IT'S  GOOD  TO  BE  AROUND  MORE.   i  was  getting  tired  of  laying  in  bed.   "    a  vast  difference  to  what  she  might've  said  even  a  few  months  ago.  laziness  has  been  replaced  with  purpose.   the  time  to  grieve  its  master  has  passed;   now  is  the  time  to  act.   to  organize.   to  build  up  his  numbers.   redestro  is  no  longer  the  strong-willed  leader  the  liberation  army  clung  to  and  followed.   he  crumbled  beneath  her  hand  as  everything  does  —  as  everything  always  will.   she  relies  on  the  other  up-holders  of  the  army  to  be  his  hands  and  feet,   spreading  shigaraki's  word  through  their  cult  like  the  very  word  of  god.   these  glimpses  of  humanity  are  only  spared  for  those  he  likes;   simple  as  that.   and  he  likes  geten.    "   yeah,    i  do.   i  think  you're  doing  great.   "    their  first  stop:   the  infirmary.   less  to  check  up  on  patients,  more  to  touch  base  with  the  liberation  front's  doctors.    "   doubt  its  easy  to  be  partnered  with  dabi,  but  your  quirks  work  too  well  together  –  and  there's  no  one  i  trust  more  with  the  violet  squad   ...   anyways,    you  have  any  plans  today?   skeptic  wants  to  meet,  but  honestly,  i'm  trying  to  get  out  of  it.   "

[overhual-a]

THE GAME SPRAWLS BEFORE THEM, exposing unlimited possibilities at their fingertips. overhaul's hands return to their steeple, golden eyes drifting to observe shigaraki in thought. despite her agitation towards the game itself, it seems as if she's beginning to take it more seriously — which, notwithstanding the grating disrespect that it displayed not long ago, is an optimistic change of pace. " take your time. the point of this game is to be strategic, using your arsenal to your advantage, " he murmurs, lurching back against the couch. his eyes flick to the ceiling, bringing his fingertips towards the back of the couch. " i don't plan on going easy on you, beginner or not. those bullets ... they're another pawn piece of mine. i plan on toppling the scales, introducing natural order again. " his hand raises, flicking dismissively. " i can tell you how in time. right now, i said my piece. it's your turn. "

[shgraki-archive]

USING  YOUR  ARSENAL  TO  YOUR  ADVANTAGE.      (    so  you  have  failed  again  ...   so  too  must  you  learn,   tomura  shigaraki.  )    she  sees  the  board,  and  she  sees  beyond  it.   it  sees  the  pieces,   and  upon  those  pieces  —  faces.   his,   hers,   the  league,   the  shie  hassakai,   and  the  hero  society  trapping  them  both  here.   silence  finally  falls  upon  him.   there  is  hardly  a  breath  exhaled  from  his  lungs  as  the  light  goes  off.   this  arsenal  drifts  deeper  than  what  he  can  see.    "   good. i  hate  when  people  go  easy  on  me.   how  else  would  i  learn?   "    he  listens,    thinks,   and  finally  moves.    "   kurogiri  is  on  a  mission  for  me on behalf of my former master.  "    the  move  is  calculated  and  defensive  —  setting  herself  up  for  future  success.       "    a  power  was  promised  to  me  should  a  day  come  where  all-for-one  was  captured.   kurogiri  is  securing  that.   your  turn. "

[wingin]

❝ what, am i not warm, cuddly, and trust - worthy enough for you? ❞ his smile is an easy one, even with the way her voice grates at his ears. eyes dart to the offered seat, and with a roll of his shoulders, he dismisses his feathers to rest in a neat pile in the corner so he may more comfortably lean back once he's seated. he mimics its posture almost without thinking; a learned thing, to mirror someone so he seems normal. it feels wrong, but then, this whole ordeal feels wrong. he uncrosses his legs. his knee bounces slightly and his hand comes to rest atop it in an attempt to stop the motion. ❝ nah, seriously. i'm with you guys, whatever you need. the whole hero thing. . . kinda a load of crap, don't you think? ❞

[shgraki-archive]

“   i think you wanna be.  ”   easily replied with a soft tilt of his head.  they observe him through strands of white, shaggy bangs.  crimson gaze seeps through moonlight strands like blood in an old wound. shigaraki,  despite her accusation,  seems casual. even beneath a careful, close eyes, she seems little more than young and ambitious. it notices the mimicking, and then the bouncing.  he's nervous. though not entirely disregarded, it's chalked up to meeting her at last. the little hero's worked hard to get here.  “   sure.  i think so, but i also think there are some really cool heroes.  ”   gloved hands raise in a shrug.  “  but if that's your thinking, it makes me wonder just why you worked so hard to get on top.  ”

[erazur]

" TENKO. " his voice, low from a lack of use; his eyes, heavy from the sudden awakening from his slumber, despite his lids raised from mild surprise. it's late. later than, he knows, tenko is to be out alone, and while part of him is inclined to inform toshinori of the escapade, the expression in his eyes keeps his lips sealed. rather, aizawa takes a step back, shifting his body in silent gesture to come inside. his hand lifts, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. when he opens them, his vision is as hazy and unkempt as he looks. " ... can't promise you anything, but... take a seat. let's talk. "

[shgraki-archive]

"    IF  YOU  HAVE  TO ...   "    she  would  understand.   an  unstable  late-teen  versus  whatever  he  and  toshinori  pretend  not  to  have.   it  steps  in,   pushing  a  hand  through  his  hair.   he's  been  here,  but  never  without  toshinori.   brows  knit  behind  his  bangs,  taking  in  the  surroundings  once  again.    "   sorry  —   i  just  need  someone  to  talk  to.   "    he  finds  the  couch  and  runs  a  gloved  hand  over  the  arm  before  sitting.   "   i  wasn't  sure  where  else  i  could  go,   but  if  you're  too  tired—  i  can  go.  i'd  get  it.   "

[iloveyourhate666]

[overhual-a]

" CLASHING PERSONALITIES AND HEIGHTENED EMOTIONS will do that to you. " their voice, hushed beneath the mask just enough for only tenko to perceive what he says, rolls from their lips so smoothly he nearly hums. golden eyes survey the room before them curiously, thin eyebrows pinched together in well-contained agitation. despite the tranquility of kai's body, shoulders relaxed and hands knit upon his lap, he's just as exasperated as his partner; this bickering seems to be a pattern of growing concern. " that's just it — there are people to save. i imagine that's why everyone's so tense; they're passionate about how to go about their jobs. good in theory, but when you don't know how to debate... " their hand outstretches, subtly beckoning to the entropy. " this is what happens. "

[shgraki-archive]

"    IT'S  A  WASTE  OF  TIME.   "       elbow  rests  lazily  on  the  arm  of  the  chair.   her  hand  sits  propped  on  her  knuckles.   legs  cross  at  the  knee  as  its  toe  taps  in  annoyance.   soft  eyes  land  upon  him  as  he  speaks,   thankful  to  have  something  else  to  focus  on  rather  than  the  growing  volume  of  the  conference  room.    "   you'd  think  they'd  make  'how  to  resolve  conflict'  a  part  of  the  hero  course.   "    but  no,   all  she  sees  are  people  much  better  at  talking  with  their  bodies  than  mouths.   not  that  he  has  any  room  to  talk  —  he's  the  same.   the  body  has  always  been  the  best  speaker  for  its  true  thoughts.   his  voice  is  scratched  and  whispery,   almost  as  if  it  had  been  lost  after  a  night  of  screaming.   but  it  never  changes.  it's  been  like  nails  on  chalkboard  for  as  long  as  he  can  remember.    "   maybe  i  should  step  in.   what  do  you  think,  strategy  wise?   "

[arakn0-deactivated20260310]

him and his long long hair

[manifeasts]

" GOT IT. " fizzing nerves are tied and skewered for sake of the mission. his sights constrict towards the task at hand, blotting out the unnecessary anxieties that typically weigh in his gut; all that matters is finding the injured, assuring that their suffering wouldn't last. long, cushioned tentacles protrude from his fingers, powerful enough to begin helping tenko by pushing away the smaller debris blockading its major wreckage. suneater glances towards its partner, furrowed eyebrows lessening slightly. " thanks. " it's clumsier than intended, but he forces himself to remain steadfast. " so is yours... if we didn't have you, so many of the injured wouldn't be able to make it out nearly as quickly. that really makes all the difference. "

[shgraki-archive]

THE  AIR  SMELLS  LIKE  RUBBLE;   like  the  remnants  of  fire  in  the  air,   iron,   and  construction.   were  he  not  already  so  used  to  it,  his  nose  might  scrunch   —  but  this  is  where  she  thrives.   this,   the  destruction  and  aftermath.   this,  the  battlefield-turned-graveyard.   she's  not  sure  how  many  people  are  trapped,   but  she's  positive  the  devestation  is  nearly  countless  if  they've  called  her  in.   red  converse  adorn  its  feet  as  it  steps  through  the  path  suneater  creates.    "   THANKS  BACK  ...   careful  not  to  step  anywhere  i  touch  before  it  turns  to  dust.   stay  behind  me,  okay?   i'll  point  you  in  the  direction  of  survivors.   "    she  kneels  before  a  large,  concrete  slab.   five  fingers  make  contact and  it  begins  turning  to  dust.   they  know  suneater's  anxiety  well,    but  they  keep  it  tucked  beneath  a  small  smile.      "   were  you  here  when  the  actual  fighting  was  going  on?   "

[shgraki-archive]

"   DO  YOU  THINK  HE'S  RIGHT?   "    tomura  sits  at  the  bar.   chin  rests  in  one  hand  while  the  other  scratches.   nails  dig  into  her  neck.  once.  twice.   thrice.   her  leg  bounces  with  anxiety  and  irritation  against  the  stool  she  sits  upon.     "   he  patronizes  me...  thinks  i'm  a  failure.   " / @plurarity > kurogiri.

[iceply]

" SURE. " its pace steadies to accommodate for shigaraki's stagger, walking beside her in a careful, delicate stride much so that, even with the hard-soled boots clicking between its weight and the floor, hardly a sound escapes them. a certain tension pinches at the muscles between her shoulder-blades, keeping her posture rigid and upright. it's still odd, this acknowledgement: like being analyzed beneath the leer of a microscope, where one can dig and vivisect even the thoughts running through its mind. but she'd be foolish to consider their regard unwelcome — foolish to pretend she doesn't look towards it with an esteem once thought to be meant only for redestro. " lucky you caught me, then, " he says, casting a glance towards them. blue eyes fix upon the boot before lifting steadily, attempting to catch their gaze. " it's been a while since we've had a chance to talk. "

[shgraki-archive]

"  IT  HAS,   and  i  want  to  talk  to  you  alone.   "     she  steps  calmly  beside  him.  its  started  to  hold  itself  differently,  these  days.  he's  traded  hoodies  and  sweats  for  a  suit.   fur  lines  his  jacket.   appearances  make  the  man,   or  so  a  former  teacher  might've  thought.    the hands  of  his  family  are  all  but  crushed.   father's  hand  —  the  hand  of  god  remains,  only.  it  sits  tucked  into  a  nightstand;   a  reminder  of  his  past,   yet  not  a  path  of  his  future.   yes,   perhaps  its  the  long  future  she's  finally  been  able  to  see.  a  legacy  beyond  his  master's.   a  legacy,   perhaps,   even  beyond  his  own.   rare  benevolence  pulls  upon  the  corners  of  cracked  lips.   it  rips  away  the  scabs,  dripping  just  a  hint  of  blood  back  into  her  mouth.   ruby  eyes  fall  on  geten,  and  within  her,   she  sees  so  much  more.    a  legacy  beyond  his  own.    "  you  look  good.   how  have  you  been  settling  into  your  position?   "

[overhual-a]

" WE'VE BARELY SCRATCHED the surface of this match. you'll have to be more patient than that. " delicate fingertips peel from their steeple to hover over each shōgi piece like the hand of god. the tepid air of the tearoom intermingles with the flat timbre of his voice to project a sense of mild disinterest for shigaraki's impatience, like one would address the nature of a temperamental child. overhaul settles with a smooth movement of a marker, gently occupying it with a well-calculated offensive. " besides, this game allows us to talk. you're quick to discount kurogiri — why is that? "

[shgraki-archive]

"   MMM.   "    lips  pull  downward,   equally  displeased  at  the  move  and  overhaul's  voice.   shoes  hit  the  ground  as  it's  her  turn  to  play.   hands  rest  on  both  knees,  and  it  lurches  forward.   god,   meet  death.   its  leer  spreads  across  the  board  plague  like  and  destructive.   strands  of  blue-grey  hair  fall  over  his  face,   almost  obscuring  the  peek  of  crimson  eyes.   if  overhaul  wants  to  play  so  badly,   she'll  play.  and upon studying the board:    "   kurogiri's  doing  something  for  me.   if  you  want  to  know  what,   i  can  share  that  information  ...   once  we  talk  about  the  plan  with  your  quirk-erasing  bullets.   "

[yreapwhatyasow]

A brief moment separated from the chaos of everything.