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“tapewebs”; a series 🕸
hanta sero is just your regular everyday japanese-american immigrant college student, living in the heart of brooklyn. when miles morales collapses on the windowsill of his shitty one bedroom apartment, life gets.... a hell of a lot more interesting 🕷
[a spiderman! sero au one shot series, featuring class 1-A, hanta sero, miles morales, an assortment of marvel villains, & you, dear reader - the object of one tapespider’s affections ✨]
[pairing; sero x gender neutral reader 🕸]
[warnings; fluff, violence, action, angst, romance, & a lot of tape/spider puns 🕸]
“Sticky Note Origins”
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the city is prettier up high, sero realizes. granted, he wishes he’d come to that conclusion on solid ground, without his feet nervously planted on a skyscraper ledge, but still.
every whip of wind threatens to topple him over, send him careening down into a frenzied spiral of buildings and colors until he meets concrete at the bottom - and he’s supposed to willingly jump.
he wonders if he’ll pass out before his bones meet solid mass, cracking in so many different ways the coroner’ll have to play connect the fragments until he’s a person again.
behind him, an impatient cough sounds, bringing him back to the task at hand. fuck.
you’re probably wondering how he got here. let’s rewind a week.
one week earlier
at ten pm on a friday, the city is in its prime, bustling crowds of people laughing and stumbling through the brightly colorful streets. hanta’s just trying to protect his pad thai & dumplings, hugging the greasy paper bag to his chest as he weaves in and out of the chaos.
a day full of long classes & a quiet shift at the cafe-slash-bookstore halfway between campus and his crap one bedroom apartment leaves him exhausted, shoulders hunched as he makes his way home. nobody ever sees him regardless - the city’s too big for one lanky, always tired beanpole to be much notice.
despite living in brooklyn since he was four, he’s never felt a hundred percent comfortable here - he had an accent right up until he was thirteen, still trips over certain words and customs that don’t exist back home in japan. he’s awkwardly tall, not enough to be a phenomenon but towering over all his family. he just doesn’t quite fit anywhere - too smart and plain to be popular, too boring to be with the jokesters, too awkward for the nerds. he’s been a loner all his life, and while he doesn’t mind too much, he just wishes it was a little easier to belong.
a text rolls across his phone screen as he’s shuffling songs, skipping some j-pop rock song to settle on kendrick lamar as he smiles. you. he couldn’t lie and say he was completely alone, not when he had you in his life.
you were a year younger than him but twice as smart, skipping a year ahead and landing yourself in hanta’s high school freshman english class. the pair of you had just... clicked, from the very first moment he pointed to shakespeare’s likeness on the cover and mocked “what, you egg?!”
your laughter had left him on cloud nine the entire day, and he made it his personal mission to hear that beautiful little giggle at least once a day for the rest of his life.
a lovely friendship had bloomed from there, the two of you joined at the hip - if you were somewhere, hanta was bound to follow & vice versa.
you’d even gotten into the same college, albeit for drastically different majors - he was a biochem/engineering double major, while you were an english/history double major. you were opposite but similar in so many ways, and the way you both completed each other didnt go unnoticed by sero.
you were his puzzle piece, the bits of him he’d never been able to fill easily made whole by your presence.
he could never tell you, however; your friendship was too precious to risk, especially over his dumb, emotional heart.
sending a string of laughing emojis towards the meme you sent, he jogs up the seven flights of dimly lit stairs to his tiny, one bedroom apartment - living in the city wasn’t cheap, & while the elevator was always busted at least he had a doorman, and heat that worked on occasion.
stepping into his apartment, however, he can immediately sense something is wrong; the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a heavy silence coating the darkness. the air feels wrong, tipsy turvy like the whole place is holding its breath - like something’s on the verge of exploding, catapulting him into chaos and danger.
quietly stepping through the living room, he peeks into the kitchen and bathroom, holding his backpack out like a makeshift weapon - his $200 biology textbook finally going to good use. finding nothing in either dark room, he slowly advances towards his bedroom, carefully measuring every step. at first, the room seems perfectly normal - nothing’s been moved, and it’s just as empty as the rest of his apartment.
and then he sees the blood.
dotting his windowsill in bright, red streaks, the window itself pushed halfway open - but that’s not what stops him in his tracks, eyes so wide it hurts.
spiderman is leaning against his windowsill, covered in blood and panting heavily, one hand held up in an effort to stop hanta in his tracks.
“i need...... help,” he whispers, voice rough and low; hanta’s amazed he can still speak.
he opens his mouth to react, somehow, even steps forward to catch him before screaming like a ten year old girl at a morgue, panic setting in like cold water.
never a dull night in brooklyn.
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once he’s made sure that spiderman - miles, as the young man bleeding all over his $12 walmart carpet supplies - isn’t going to die anytime soon, hanta’s quick to recover from his shock. bustling around his tiny kitchen to make cheap ramen and digging around in his closet to find his mini first aid kit, he’s in full fanboy mode - he’s got posters plastered wall to wall of miles morales on his bedroom walls, for gods sakes. not that he knew it was miles morales, but still.
miles morales is curled up in the fleece blanket hanta’s mom had sent him his second week at college, and he’s totally not freaking out.
he’d had to cancel his nightly facetime call with you, lying about a stomach bug - he hates keeping things from you, but this is just too big and messy and dangerous. he’ll tell you in due time, he promises himself, trying to ease the coil of guilt in his stomach.
“how did you end up on my windowsill, again?” hanta asks, gently pushing the bowl of noodles towards the injured man. he’s got his own pad thai long forgotten in the microwave, more focused on the superhero who’d gotten his ass whooped on his doorstep, so to speak.
“i told you. i’d been watching you for a while - you’re the most promising candidate i have.” miles’ voice is slick with humor, a sort of teasing confidence that’s clear even through the pain.
“which i’m still not understanding - candidate for what? blood services? biology questions? how to make $20 last two weeks??” he knows he’s being childish, too joking for the severity of the situation, but he can’t help it. the neighborhood’s - and his own - hero is sitting in front of him, eating shitty 33¢ ramen from the bodega around the corner, telling him he’s a prime candidate.
“to take the mantle.” all traces of laughter are gone now, miles leaning forward on the table to emphasize his words. “i’ve been doing this long enough to know when to quit. my body’s giving out on me - i got slammed into a wall last week and couldn’t shake the pain till yesterday. before, i’d be fine within an hour. the city needs someone new, young, willing to take the risks.”
hanta’s ears stopped listening the moment he heard quit. “me? are you fuckin’ joking?” he wheezes, coughing his way past the shock. “i get winded walking up to my apartment! an old lady beat me to the c train yesterday! a strong wind could kick my ass!”
miles is either willfully ignoring him or just can’t hear, plowing ahead with his explanation. “you’ve got the perfect build for webswinging, and you’ve got a good heart - you know when to do the right thing and when to step away. leave the rest up to me, and trust me - i know what i’m doing.”
hanta can’t believe his ears, pushing away from the table to pace around his kitchen in panic. “i don’t till you understand, you’ve got the wrong guy - there’s no way i could be spiderman!” his words are falling on deaf ears - miles is standing too, and he doesn’t seem to care about hanta’s impending panic.
“you’ve got to trust me on this, alright? meet me tomorrow, at this address - 12 pm sharp. the city needs you, hanta - hell, i need you. just have a little faith.”
hanta scoffs at that, throwing his hands in the air. “faith?! i met you an hour ago, bleeding all over my windowsill! that’s not exactly the most- hey! where the hell...” there’s nothing but a blanket, a hastily scrawled address, and an empty bowl where miles had sat, leaving hanta alone with his thoughts.
damnit.
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hanta pushes through the crowds of people at eleven am the next morning, half asleep but wired enough to power the whole city - hell, the whole goddamned country. he’s running on no sleep, adrenaline, two redbulls & the guilt of lying to you again, his “stomach bug” keeping him from class. he’d told you he was going to visit his parents for the weekend to recover; your sweet messages in response only made him feel worse.
he’s tossed and turned over this decision a million times & yet, he’s still not sure where he stands - it’s so little information, so much responsibility in so little time. he’s still half convinced he’s being punked, if he’s honest.
and yet, somethings drawing him to the address miles had left him, something deep in his gut that tells him he needs to be there. clearly, miles had seen something he himself is woefully oblivious to, and it couldn’t hurt to find out more.
apple maps leads him to a tiny shed somewhere behind a deli & a nail salon, not too far from his apartment, and he’s completely confused. “stupid gps, probably got me lost,” he whines, leaning against the door of the shed to zoom in on his location.
the pigeons in the alley are the only ones to hear his panicked yelling as he phases right through it, tumbling all the way down a metal chute into the dark unknown.
at least, for ten seconds. he lands on a remarkably soft pad of foam, a glass panel separating him from a brightly lit, fancy looking room lined wall to wall with computers, parts and half made suits, spiderman suits. he doesn’t know where to look first.
a robotic, feminine voice brings him out of his shock, the glass panel lighting up with code and writing.
“please enter your name.” hanta is floored.
“uh.. hanta sero?” the voice trills lightly, before a red grid-like laser scans him head to toe. he’s proud to admit he only squealed in terror once.
“identity confirmed. welcome, hanta.” the panel slides away to allow him access, his careful steps alerting the rest of the room’s computers to light up at his arrival.
“you came. i knew i chose wisely.” miles comes into view slowly, limping heavily as he smiles. it’s almost familiar, like he & hanta have been friends for years; he finds it comforting.
“well, not everyday you get to be spiderman,” hanta jokes, fidgeting a little where he stands. “you gonna fit me for a suit or something?” miles just laughs, shaking his head.
“that comes later. first, we’ve got to get you bitten.”
bitten?
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for the third time in 24 hours, hanta’s screaming like a man who’s just been told he has two days to live.
“you want me to let that thing bite me?! have you lost your mind?!”
miles sighs patiently, holding up the little glass vial to the light; inside, the spider races up and down the glass, an odd orange color to its patterning.
“it’s the only way. no offense, but i saw that lady beat you to the c train. she was like, 85.” hanta’s pouting now, crossing his arms.
“she had a cane and she was agile- hey hey! you keep that thing away from me, so help me god-“
“you’re being dramatic, it’s the size of a pea-“
“that’s a fat ass fuckin’ pea-“
“stay still-“
“i will not- ow! jesus fuck, that thing has tarantula jaws!”
miles carefully shepherds the spider back into the glass, chuckling a little. “it’ll take a moment to cause effect. the original spider was cross-bred with a more agile, lanky species - perfect for your body type. i’m hoping it’ll be most effective in your transition.”
“hoping?” hanta squeaks, staring at the red welt forming on his hand - his visions already starting to blur out, a throbbing pain traveling up his arm.
“well, it’s the first time i’m experimenting with this-“
“you used me as a guinea pig?!”
“it’s perfectly safe! my mentor-“ but hanta’s not listening anymore, the world swimming in front of his eyes before the ground rushes up rapidly to kiss his face.
god. damnit.
when he comes to, he’s wrapped in about half the blankets in brooklyn, a cold compress against his sweaty forehead. he’s burning up, and his elbows hurt for some reason - his skins gone all itchy, and he’d probably kick a pigeon for a glass of water.
sitting up alerts miles to his newly conscious state, the man quickly scanning his vitals with a smaller version of the glass panel hanta’d been fascinated with earlier. “thought you were gonna croak on me. how do you feel?”
“itchy. and my arms hurt.” hanta’s pushing off the blankets as he speaks, attempting to get comfortable - his body feels weird, like he’ll burst out of his skin at any second.
“alright, don’t panic. i need to see how it’s mutated your body. stay still.” miles’ fingers delicately press against his neck, shoulders, before jabbing at his ribs without warning. hanta’s arms shoot up on impulse, a trail of sticky, precise webbing escaping him from his...... elbows?!
“what the fuck, dude what the fuck look at my elbows, they’re all puffy and red i’m gonna die, and the coroner is gonna leak my story to the press and my moms gonna see me in the paper with fucked up elbows-“ hanta may or may not be panicking, poking at the tender, slightly swollen skin around the bends of his arms. miles just rolls his eyes, clearly amused by his antics.
“you’re not going to die. japanese tape spiders shoot webbing from the bends of their eight arms; its a thicker & stronger strain of web. clearly, your elbows are how your body has adjusted.”
“that doesn’t make it better.” hanta’s too busy staring at himself to notice the other changes at first, but slowly, they’re trickling in. heightened eyesight and hearing, an odd balance to his feet he hadn’t had a day ago, even itchier fingertips - making it easier for him to grip flat surfaces, or at least as miles says.
“come on. let’s get you a suit.”
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a week’s worth of planning & adjusting has led him right here to this rooftop, suited feet firmly balanced on the ledge. he likes his suit, thinks it’s unique - he’d modeled it after the spider who’d blessed him with these powers, orange and black and white [miles sort of thinks it’s ugly, but who cares.] he’d been in & out of the fondly nicknamed “spider-lounge”, getting fitted for his suit & honing his new abilities; he’d also been avoiding you whenever possible.
he couldn’t suck you into this world, not when he was barely comfortable in it himself; he kept promising himself he’d come clean, but the guilt’s eating him alive with every sad look & evening alone you spend.
another impatient cough brings him back to the present, miles sitting in the middle of the roof & watching hanta’s nervous stalling. “you’re going to have to jump eventually, you know,” he calls, and it takes everything in him not to turn tail and run.
he has a duty, a responsibility now, and he doesn’t take that lightly. he thinks of you, sitting in your ratty little apartment off campus and remembers that your safety is all but in his hands now; he’s got to protect the city, for your sake at least.
“i absolutely will not hesitate to kick you off this rooftop,” miles threatens, but its empty - they both know hanta needs to do this himself.
one step back, then two, the nerves racing up his spine as he prepares himself to meet cold concrete [a dramatic thought, miles would catch him far before he reaches ground. a bad knee wouldn’t stop him from that.] he says a silent prayer to every god he’s ever heard of and closes his eyes, taking a step forward into the air-
and trips over the ledge, falling ass over heels into the air. nice.
the rushing wind only heightens his panic for a moment, before one arm snaps up to blindly shoot into the air; his spider sense kicks in from there, aiming without even realizing and latching onto a nearby ledge. he swings aimlessly for a moment before finding a new ledge, then a railing; slowly, he finds a rhythm.
he’s soaring through the city before he realizes, laughing at the sharp roar of the wind in his ears - he feels like he’s flying, weightless as a bird. the only thing he can think of is you, how much you’d love this.
one day, he’ll take you webswinging. one day.
for now, he relishes in the fact that he’s one step closer to being brooklyn’s - & new york’s - new spiderman, fresh faced & determined to bring peace to the city.
he’s going to do it for you, even if it kills him.
#bnha sero#sero hanta x reader#sero hanta#spiderman au#sero x y/n#sero x you#sero x reader#bnha x y/n#bnha x you#bnha x reader#boku no hero fanfic#evywrites#tapewebs#one shot series#tapewebs series
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i. MHA/ BNHA | STUDENT RECCS LIST
credits to the owner ( lmk, if u know who made it )
welcome to the mha student recc list! hope you find some new fics/ blogs you like and some goodness for your fav characters.
— the fics are in no particular order; they are just ordered on alphabetical order for easy findings.
— also, please, read the warnings/ what contains in the story ( they are mostly fluff ) but i want to avoid anyone from feeling trigger or uncomfy.
— lastly, if you have any reccomendations; please leave them! i’m always looking for new reads <3
AMAJIKI TAMAKI
▸ dating? | @burnedbyshoto
▸ lost in translation | @katimagines
▸ look at me | @katsushimaa
▸ younger | @hawks-feathers
▸ future child | @kenjikutie
▸ back to the future | kenjikutie
▸ pixie | @tamakisuwu
▸ love language | @cinnamonruts
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI
has his own list here!
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IIDA TENYA
▸ remembered | @bnhaworld
▸ until we meet again | @kovori
▸ sunny skies and pretty tighs | whats-her-quirk
▸ class rep | @lord-explosion-baku
▸ spin the bottle | @makethiscanon
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JIROU KYOKA
▸ valentines | @10-dough
▸ wedding bells | @morosis-haze
▸ i wanna kiss your lips | @denkineptune
▸ senpai | @ourotakuparadise
▸ my appreciation | @phasmwrites
▸ after shift hangout | @ledescriptor
▸ moonlit serenade | @ashittyfanficblog
▸ dumbest thing | @softheroes
▸ notes from the heart | @bnhasimpgirltm
▸ shy classmate | @cellotonin
▸ i like your style | cinnamonruts
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KAMINARI DENKI
▸ can you, like, marry me? | katsushimaa
▸ dork | random-mha-thoughts
▸ lighting in a bottle | @lotsoffandomimagines
▸ i want you | @dailyojiromashirao
▸ you’re dumb | @violet-gaze
▸ ‘girlfriend’ | katimagines
▸ resting with you | @milucient
▸ like real people do | @meilbox
▸ hand holding | @celestia-kinnie
▸ low battery | @pockydays
▸ sharing energy | @beann-e
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KIRISHIMA EIJIRO
has his own list here!
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MIDORIYA IZUKU
▸ heart to heart | dailyojiromashirao
▸ solemates | redhawtriot
▸ supermarkt flowers | @suckersuki
▸ fake dating | @veenxys ( + other characters )
▸ caught | @bnhaoneshots
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SERO HANTA
▸ mi mariposita | @lalaangeldust
▸ tapewebs | @writingbakery
▸ whimp | @expresstheobsession
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SHINSOU HITOSHI
▸ soulmate shit | burnedbyshoto
▸ smile | random-mha-thoughts
▸ panther | @denise-the-death-goddess
▸ come, come, kitty, kitty | @kitsunegirl
▸ tail | @quirky-hero-imagines
▸ stealing quirks | @linphd
▸ lovely dream | dailyojiromashirao
▸ bored sweaters, stolen kisses | myherowritings
▸ little trouble | bnhaworld
▸ worth your time | @writinginthedarkwood
▸ love language | cinnamonruts
▸ three is a crowd | @rose-is-writing-bnha-again
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TODOROKI SHOUTO
has his own list here!
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YAYOROZU MOMO
▸ senpai | @ourotakuparadise
▸ titties | @shotorozu
▸ love us not him | @onyxiana-is-obsessed
OTHER RECCOMENDATIONS
i. PRO-HERO / VILLAINS RECC LIST
ii. RECC LISTS NAVIGATION
iii. HAIKYUU RECC LIST
iv. JUJUTSU KAISEN RECC LIST
v. ATTACK ON TITAN RECC LIST
vi. MATURE RECC LIST
vii. LET’S BE INTERNET DETECTIVE
#mha x reader#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#iida x reader#iida tenya x reader#kirishima x reader#todoroki x reader#midoriya x reader#jirou x reader#yayomomo x reader#amajiki x reader#kaminari x reader#mha x you#mha x y/n#bnha x you#bnha x y/n#bnha reccs#mha reccs#bnha reccomendations#mha reccomendations#mha fluff#bnha fluff
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couldn’t help overhearing your tags… you have a Big Theory for tma??? 👀👀
OK SO! I came up with the first part and my boyfriend worked with me to put together the second two thirds. It mainly involves Beholding, The Web, The Extinction, and the Magnus Institute. TLDR directly beneath the cut.
TLDR: Beholding, at the time tma takes place and since approximately the founding of the institute, is in the process of splitting in two: one branch becoming the emergence of The Extinction and the other merging with The Web.
Part one:
We know that The Extinction (AKA The Terrible Change, The Future Without Us, and The World Is Always Ending) has to do with exactly that: fear of a future without all that is known, of a terrible change, that all you know is continuously ending. Each of these requires something in common: a record of what has been, and what there is now; a record of that which there is to lose. Tragedy itself.
Which role do we know which deals fundamentally with tragedy, who has their very being etched with that fear, and with tragedy, and with Seeing what has happened?
The Archivist, and by extension the statements and archive, are then the role and form which The Extinction emerges from and through.
There are two potential holes in this: in 197-Connected, Annabelle says “we took his voice” in reference to Jon’s voice in the tapeweb. This will be explored more in parts two and three, but for now I’d like to call attention to her particular phrasing: his voice was taken. The statements were taken, but this doesn’t mean they were necessarily of The Web.
On a related note, if the tapes were an aspect of The Web that doesn’t line up with Gertrude’s lack of caution around them; despite her usual caution (especially regarding Beholding, cutting the eyes from the covers of all her books) it’s odd that she ignores them. Even the other major web incarnation which she interacts with, Emma Harvey, does not escape Gertrude’s notice; eventually being killed by Agnes at Gertrude’s request (also notable that the tapes have no connection to Emma, or any web avatar aside from Annabelle). Gertrude was consistently dismissive of the existence of The Future Without Us, which lines up with her lack of suspicion around the tapes.
Part two:
In episode 79: Hide and Seek, Not!them says: "I wonder, if I wear you, will I really become the Archivist? Rob the eye of its pupil?" Then, in episode 192: An Appointment, Jon says about Jonah: "Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with him. He’s the pupil of The Eye." Something happened which divorced the roles of Archivist and Pupil to The Eye which Not!them (and presumably, manifestations of other entities) was not aware of, which implies that it’s a role which they assume to have been synonymous with that of The Archivist.
Albrecht Von Closen, in 23-Swartzwald and 127-Remains to be Seen, is an acquaintance of Jonah Magnus who finds a library under a graveyard in the black forest in Germany. he describes the books there to a doctor Jonah sends, which sound a lot like 1800s and earlier Statements. Jonah steals them, replacing them with empty covers on blank sheets. The doctor believes that this caused Albrecht to become sick and die as he put the blank books back in the crypt, eyes covering his insides.
In this way, Jonah establishes The Institute through manipulation of one who was (likely) meant to be the next Archivist; making himself, as head of the Institute, The Eye's Pupil.
I will mention here that the characters aren't causing these movements in the entities necessarily; instead they are representative of societal shifts in fear; this is the case for all of them, whichever entities they are connected to.
Elias attempts The Rite of The Watcher's Crown inside the Panopticon, a prison in which the captives cannot know if they, in the moment, are under surveillance; and they are controlled through this not knowing if they are Known.
In 193-A Stern Look, OG Elias lies that his greatest fear is spiders in his interview with jonah James Wright. He then is (made to) imagine a spider crawling over his face, a foresight of his eyes being removed- and the Spider is symbolic of Jonah.
Thus, Beholding is split: half the momentary yet omnipresent surveillance of totalitarianism merged with The Web, and half becoming the Record Of The Always Changing.
Part three:
Oliver banks, in the statement of his domain in s5, believes that the entities fear their own end; this is likely projection as much as any attribution of thought is toward the entities (including The Web), but it's also as accurate as any of those other projections. The entities act according to how people feel like they should work, after all.
Simon Fairchild, in 151: Big Picture, expresses Peter Lukas' belief that The Future Without Us would leave a world in which the other entities couldn't survive. Several threads point to different forms and specificities, but a plan of The Web('s avatars) would likely be to bind itself to the Extinction; it's bound characters and beings and items before after all.
Jonah Magnus, both in 160-The Eye Opens and 200-Last Words (as well as all the terrors he babbles in the background appearances through the late part of s5), reveals his own desperate fear of his coming death. This parallels the fear which Oliver hypothesizes the other entities have toward The End, particularly The Web which might attempt to avoid this by binding itself to The Extinction (which peter had hypothesized would lead to a world which continually ended and recreated itself in order to fear another end and recreation, ad infinitum).
Ways this could've gone down with focal points: The Web trying to bind itself to The Extinction through Jon and Martin's love (either of them could represent Web and/or Extinction in different ways), through Jon killing Elias as the main roles of Web and Extinction connections to Beholding(which would leave martin, fittingly, alone in the panopticon as a callback to the s4 finale), or something else. Who knows, maybe Basira being “Detective” could have become relevant.
#the magnus archives#tma spoilers#Beholding#the web#the extinction#I was gonna make a more comprehensive post on my writing blog#with evidence and stuff#but then tma ended and I lost motivation and bluuuh#I could also post the old emergence chart I made last spring
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I had to go back and read the warnings to see if they said anything about character death bc that last line sounded a hell of a lot like foreshadowing 🥺🥺 but Spider-Man Sero is so cute! I can’t wait to read the rest of it :D
qknanwna bb ANON i’d never be so cruel—
be warned however, there IS angst in this series! i’m so glad you’re enjoying it already!! <3
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Post it! :D Whatever you’ve got, I’m excited to read it.
i hope you enjoyed it, bb anon! <3
this series is like my baby honestly i worked so long on world building and backstory!
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Hiya! I was just wondering if you could add a tag list to Tapewebs? I’m already LOVING it and want to make sure I don’t miss any! Thank you!
of course bb! i’ll do that asap - in fact, just comment under this post to be added! 💓
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—𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 🍰
[𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢; 𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙/𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠]
—𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀
☆ﾟkirishima eijiro
the ballerina & the nutcracker ☆
your skin in the moonlight, your heart under stars
the sum of my heart, in yours
so hard to ignore ya, (‘specially when i’m smokin’ swim)
season of the witch (& the werewolf)
ribbon wrapped
☆ﾟsero hanta
sleepy talks; fluffvember ☆
distracted
tapewebs ☆
burnt sugar
gamer gf
☆ﾟtamaki amajiki
co-dependence; fluffvember ☆
i saw your face in the water
sensitive
pillow talk
flu tantrums
☆ﾟkaminari denki
gamer gf
an andorian, a bezoid, & a tessian walk into a bar
☆ﾟbakugou katsuki
so hard to ignore ya, (‘specially when i’m smokin’ swim)
doll
lovely day
pretty pirouettes
puppy love
☆ﾟshinso hitoshi
an andorian, a bezoid, & a tessian walk into a bar
what’s new, pussycat? ☆
home is wherever i’m with you ☆
bi(cycles) of love
☆ﾟtodoroki shoto
a hint of bacardi & a game of blackjack
holidays; fluffvember ☆
bad pickup line
☆ﾟtakami keigo
childhood, interrupted
cold moonlight
all that glitters is not gold
☆ﾟshoji mezo
made for this
apple picking; fluffvember ☆
☆ﾟshigaraki tomura
birthday gift
☆ﾟdabi
set me right
impulses
☆ﾟkendo rappa
bloodlust
☆ﾟmirio togata
candy apple; fluffvember
leaf pile; fluffvember
☆ﾟmomo yaoyorozu
coffee & tea; fluffvember
☆ﾟmultiple character hc’s
rose petals; valentine’s day hc’s
mine & yours; soft comfort hc’s
do you count our bread?
—𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 !!
☆ﾟbokuto kotaro
if bokuto kotaro was your boyfriend...
kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s
☆ﾟakaashi keiji
pda hc’s
☆ﾟkageyama tobio
if kageyama tobio was your boyfriend...
kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s
pda hc’s
☆ﾟhinata shoyo
sugar cookie
☆ﾟtsukishima kei
vanilla cupcake
☆ﾟushijima wakatoshi
familiar strangers ☆
morning laziness
pda hc’s
☆ﾟsugawara koshi
kissing, no telling; makeout hc’s
☆ﾟmultiple character hc’s
love language hc’s
#bnha x reader#haikyuu x reader#bnha fic#haikyuu fic#bnha fanfiction#haikyuu fanfiction#bnha x y/n#bnha x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#bnha masterlist#haikyuu masterlist#evy’s masterlist#evywrites
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evy’s bnha masterlist
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💓please don’t repost my work without
my permission! enjoy lovelies 💓
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[italics indicate fluff, bolded italics indicate nsfw work, italics with strikethrough indicate angst, & bolded italics with strikethrough indicate unfinished/series work]
Hanta Sero
fluffvember; sleepy talks
distracted
stuck in his own tape
tapewebs series;
part one
1.5k celebration hc’s;
raspberry macaroon
walnut brownie
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snaps from class-1A
tweets from class-1A
teasing
nsfw headcanons
Tamaki Amajiki
fluffvember; co-dependence
snaps from class-1A
starstruck; social media/written au
meet the cast
chapter one
chapter two
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i saw your face in the water
sensitive
pillow talk
gamer gf (poly!kamisero x reader)
Denki Kaminari
gamer gf (poly!kamisero x reader)
Katsuki Bakugo
yandere bakugou; doll
so hard to ignore ya (’specially when i’m smokin’ swim)
songfic; lovely day
pretty pirouettes
Eijiro Kirishima
your skin in the moonlight, your heart under stars
the sum of my heart, in yours
ballerina & the nutcracker;
chapter one
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so hard to ignore ya (’specially when i’m smokin’ swim)
Hitoshi Shinso
spiders & kisses
nsfw headcanons
(bi)cycles of love
Shoto Todoroki
fluffvember; holidays
bad pickup line
Keigo Takami
you couldn’t tell i was flirting with you?!
cuddling hc’s
all that glitters is not gold
childhood, interrupted
Izuku Midoriya
one more hour
nsfw kissing headcanons
Shoji Mezo
made for this
fluffvember; apple picking
Shigaraki Tomura
nsfw headcanons
Dabi
yandere dabi; impulses
set me right
Mina Ashido
1.5k celebration hc’s;
walnut brownie
Tenya Iida
1.5k celebration hc’s;
walnut brownie
Mirio Togata
fluffvember; candy apple, feat. eri
Momo
fluffvember; coffee and tea
Kendo Rappa
bloodlust
Miscellaneous/Open Fic
an open letter to the love of my life
the water
#bnha masterlist#fic masterlist#bnha x y/n#bnha x you#bnha x reader#bnha fluff#bnha smut#bnha fanfiction#boku no hero fluff#boku no hero fanfic#boku no hero smut#evywrites#evy’s masterlist
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hi! can i ask what works are we expecting from you soon? 😍
ah of course bb anon! it’s a lot oof
today i’m hoping to post a kiribaku x reader smut, and then maybe fill a few requests!
overall i want to update starstruck this week, as well as add a new post to tapewebs! i have a few ideas half written as well for more indulgent prompts i made! 💓
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