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heroarchives · 2 years

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Endeavor's children.

@ heavensghost/ Woodtangle- Mary Ruefle / Amatullah Bourdon /Clementine von Radics -Every Time A Man Yells /Bruce Springsteen - Adam Raised a Cain

#dabi #todoroki touya #endeavor #bnha web weaving #web weaving fathers #fuyumi #natsuo #bnha #shoto #todoroki

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leovaldezdefender · 11 months

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the red means i love you.

bad romance, lady gaga / boku no hero academia 80 / bright dead things, ada limón / bnha official art / literary sexts 2, caitlyn siehl / angel of small death and the codeine scene, hozier / bnha 288 / bnha 226 / if my body could speak, blythe baird / bnha 324 / anne sexton / bnha 341 / norwegian wood, haruki murakami / bnha 375 / snow and dirty rain, richard siken / bnha 382 / unknown / bnha volume 38 colour page / euripides, anne carson

#himiko toga #uraraka ochako #boku no hero academia #togachako #togaraka #uraraka ochaco #ochako uraraka #toga himiko #ochatoga #togaocha #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #web weaving #bnha web weaving #workshopped this for like 4 days straight #maybe went a little overboard....#sorry guys tgchk just makes me insane. hope you understand

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ignitification · 5 months

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“SHIGARAKI TOMURA” - And What Is Grief, If Not Love That Has Survived And What Am I, If Not a Museum.

Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet / Alex Dimitrov, from Together And By Ourselves; “Perfect Day” / Clarice Lispector, “A Breath of Life” / Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975 / Catherynne Valente, from The Orphan’s Tales: In The Night Garden / Vladimir Mayakovsky, “A Cloud in Trousers” / Benjamin Moser, from Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Linspector; “The Missing Name” / Sanna Wani, “Emergence: Two Poems” / Emily Dickinson, “A Not Admitting Of The Wound (1188)” / Jeanette Winterson, “Why Be Happy When You Can Be Normal?” / Fortesa Latifi, “The Truth About Grief” / Roxane Gay, from Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body.

#web weave #web weaving #bnha web weaving #compilation #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #bnha spoilers #i’ve done this so long ago and this has been sitting here so #ENJOY

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beware-thecrow · 2 years

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Shigaraki & Unholy hands Margaret Atwood, from “Owl And Pussycat, Some Years Later”, The Door / Guillaume Apollinaire, from Aubade (tr. by Donald Revell); Alcools: Poems, 1913 / Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours

#shigaraki tomura #back to my bullshit #shigaraki web weaving #tomura shigaraki #bnha web weaving

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ace-touya · 3 months

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Todosibling Webs 2: Fuyumi

All visuals from My Hero Academia // Clementine Von Radics // Trista Mateer // Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami // The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Touya | Fuyumi | Natsuo | Shoto

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #todosiblings #fuyumi todoroki #todoroki family #web weave #web weaving #orphic webs #todosibling webs

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sapphicflower-ao3 · 6 months

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1. Leonard Cohen // 2. Audre Lorde // 3. Phillip Pullman // 4. Pumo // 5. Pinterest // 6. Rachel Menzies // 7. Rainer Maria Rilke // 8. Vladimir Nabokov // 9. Savage Garden

love and light blooms from the hopeless earth

bkdk are soulmates, they are a religion, they invented romance, they stopped time and bent space and walked through hell and out of death just to battle together, they love and trust each other so much, they can speak to each other’s souls using only their eyes, and etc.

#mha 403 #bakudeku #mha spoilers #web weaving #the wonder duo poetry series #IM BACK WITH ANOTHER WDPS EDITION YEEAAHHH #‘the end of an era and the beginning’ like that’s already the poem… hori is doing half the work for me #part 2 for mha 404 coming soon #soon as in its in the drafts I’m just not sure abt one particular quote lol #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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fleshtemptation · 8 months

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Touya Todoroki, a character study

My Hero Academia (2014—) / Ded to Me - Vended / Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”, / Stephen Adley Guirgis, from The Last Days of Judas Iscariot / Reincarnate - Motionless in White / Psalms 58:6 / Ryan O'Connell

#mine #web weaving #words #poetry #dabi #touya todoroki #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha dabi #bnha dabi #long post #🎭

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eleiwitch · 3 months

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Masterlist for bkdk webweavings:

Izuku's perspective: "Kacchan!"

Bkdk through hands, names and love

bkdk/ song if achilles

#bnha #bnha spoilers #boku no hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #katsudeku #decchan #ktdk #izuku midoriya #web weaving

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heroarchives · 2 years

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Frank Bidart - Half-light: Collected Poems / F. Scott Fitgerald - The great Gatsby / Richard Siken - Wishbone / Clarice Lispecto - The Passion According to G.H. / One Direction - spaces / Fleur Jaeggy - I Am The Brother of XX: Stories

#league of villains #shigaraki #dabi #toga #kurogiri #twice #spinner #web weaving #bnha web weaving #lov #sorry giran kasjdkasjdkjsd

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mothblossoms · 1 year

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himura blood runs thick

Horikoshi Kōhei // Katie Maria // Clementine von Radics // Sally Rooney // Rupi Kaur // Katie Maria

#todoroki rei #todoroki touya #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shouto #bnha #web weaving

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leovaldezdefender · 1 year

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and all of my devotion turns violent —

grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson / boku no hero academia 367 / litany in which certain things are crossed out, richard siken / bnha 367 / wishbone, richard siken / bnha 367 / tumblr user ojibwa / bnha cover volume 37 / the song of achilles, madeline miller

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha 367 #bnha spoilers #sorry for all the siken. you know how it is.#was gonna add THAT lyric from townie but i removed it in the end #in another web weave probably...#web weaving

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acerathia · 10 months

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The Lament of Erebus || Chapter 1: The weight against their soles

Summary:

They appeared in the dead of night, ripping people out of their homes and lives, only leaving scattered clothes fluttering in the wind. There was nothing else left of the missing people. OR Midoriya Izuku is quirkless, despite his protests, despite the feeling churning in his insides. It seems like fate has a cruel way to show its affection, as this lead to a social death sentence. And he has lived like that all his life. That is until society began to shift, creatures of the night swallowing people residing in the dark. The question is, what is the connection between them and Izuku?

Wordcount: 1.5k

Read it on AO3 || Masterlist

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Minor Characters Death, Abuse of Power (Government), Censorship, Isolation, Alternative Universe,

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Literally filled with anxiety rn but still posting it. I hope you enjoy it!! Also currently unbeta'ed, so some slight changes may occur oops

Izuku had been four when he was diagnosed as quirkless. The doctors didn't care about his missing toe joint, they had no proof for the absence of his quirk but their belief. There was no way he could still manifest a quirk, their arguments sounded the same. No matter how the little kid tried to argue with them. He knew it wasn't true, he had a quirk. But how was a four year old supposed to describe how his insides felt? How his shadow seemed to grab his ankles, weighing him down? He only barely registered something going on, but never, truly understood what. So he had to continue with his life, medically quirkless and yet.

Some people sensed some kind of wrongness in him, surrounding him, almost swallowing their footing around him. That played a big part of his school life. Isolated, not bullied, but ignored to the degree of neglect. And if someone was knowledgeable, they knew, they were aware, how studies showed how isolation affected the brain, how it destroyed someone.

But Izuku? He had his mother. She didn't care how fast lamps seemed to break around him, or how the dark places moved and grabbed in his company. She cared for him when no one wanted to, no matter the situation, he was her boy after all. And thanks to her Izuku remained sane, her smile lighting the corners of his brain, saving him from being swallowed in himself. The world had Inko Midoriya to thank for, or nothing would have had the chance to remain for all this time.

And in another timeline, maybe, he could have discovered the thing inside of him, used it to become the hero he always wanted to be. But everything had a consequence. And poor Izuku, his timeline just wasn't the one he wanted, maybe the one he needed, but he only was the victim of the circumstances. The actions of someone else skewed with his possible future. Leading to the current state of events, Izuku stuck there as the everyday civilian.

He had barely turned twelve when the butterfly effect truly kicked in. The appearance of mysterious creatures destroying every hint of a normal life anyone could have led in a world full of quirks.

They appeared in the dead of night, ripping people out of their homes and lives, only leaving scattered clothes fluttering in the wind. There was nothing else left of the missing people.

For such a long time people assumed kidnappings, some shady dealing in the usual groups. But no matter how deep the heroes crawled, they couldn't discover any trafficking ring, any gang, that could just make people disappear without even the smell of blood lingering in the air.

But they tried, they dug until they reached the deep, dark water of existence walking through the city, grabbing at everything and anything, even resuscitating old cases. Nothing. Not until a pair of proheroes got grabbed, on their date.

The pair had been minding their own business, walking through the streets, talking, laughing after the dinner they enjoyed. It hadn't been their first date and it shouldn't have been the last. But not everyone got lucky with their wishes and hopes for their future.

They have been on their way home, just through this alley and the door was glowing at the end of it. They were proheroes, they could manage a familiar alley just fine. And they knew that, their pace slowing, not wanting to end the night just yet.

And maybe, if circumstances had treated them better, they could have gotten out, like they did times before. But they didn't hurry up, their steps just a bit too slow, the shadows dragging their feet to a stop.

Their giggles filled the alley, if only they didn't. Maybe they stopped for a kiss, a hug, maybe they themselves didn't know why they halted their steps, surrounded by the moving shadows. There was a single breath before the darkness engulfed one of them, crawling and scratching. And even if the victim suffered immense pain, no sound could even be perceived in the first place.

The shadows scratched at the soles of the other, but fate had planned another outcome. Their quirk lit up, banishing the shadows into their corners, into their seats at the edge of everything. And once they had left, nothing existed of the partner, their clothes, unscathed, draped over the floor. The hero scrambled to pick them up, before stumbling out of the alley, the heaviness in their steps banished with their light.

The hero, filled with the feelings of determination, protectiveness, hurried to the next police station, not allowing their pain and fear, their anguish, to even come to the surface, intend on leaving these ugly feelings for the shadows of the house, not their home, not anymore.

They told the police what they saw, how the darkness swallowed their partner, soundlessly leaving these clothes not even tattered. The police didn't like that story, they tried to outright deny it, but too many factors proved that tainted event. The cameras viewing the exits of the alley, the clothes, every single lie detector, even the human one. They all told them how they felt the truth, how, at least for them, it actually had happened.

And oh, how much the investigators hated that. How bad they wanted everything to be a lie, because how were they supposed to catch something like that? Something impossibly illusive? They had to resign from the case, hand it over, as much as they tried to resist. As much as they tried to resist, they were aware how powerless they were, how they could not contribute to this case any longer.

The heroes received the case. But everyone knew, at least the people filled with knowledge about how this society ticked, the case landed onto the desk of the Hero Public Safety Commission. The government. And what would the HPSC even dare against these creatures? What could they possibly do, which the police couldn't have done?

Some people thought their measurements were over the top, not understanding the gravity of the situation perhaps, some worshiped the commission for their actions, looking at them like saviors. But in truth they only introduced a lockdown. Nobody was allowed to leave their homes at night, the lack of light strengthening the shadows. Of course everyone got compensation for everything they might have lost in such a situation.

And the heroes? Those poor heroes. If they considered themselves lucky, they didn't get deployed for the service at night. The rest on the other hand had been thrown into the darkness, with nothing but their flashy quirks to help them. Because they would be fine, shadows hated the light and their powers were bright enough to protect them, weren't they? Why else would they be heroes if they couldn't even protect themselves? And every hero had to obey the whims of the HSPC or else they would lose everything they ever fought for.

Maybe some would consider the underground heroes the victims in this particular situation. They had to work in the day, making everything they built naught. But they too had more things to consider than their preferred life path. The lives of the common people hung on them to compensate for the lost heroes, not dead no, but lost to the fight with the invisible darkness.

And twelve year old Izuku had no idea about any of this, why would he? Well, he did, to some degree, because people notice things when they lose them. And they lost their freedom to wander into the night, and more importantly, they lost some of their dear heroes to the night. In more than one way, but they only knew what the government told them. Which wasn't enough, barely the truth.

So Izuku stayed at home, not that he would have done otherwise, and his mother, with his last bit of luck, had only to work in the brightness of daylight. But if everything had remained like that, we wouldn't have the story right now and I wouldn't have anything to tell you, wouldn't I? Because there would always be something that goes wrong, and for Izuku it was multiple things at once. He simply messed up once and fate took that mistake and knitted the future.

And considering why we all were here, we all knew how much of a hero nerd Izuku was, almost in every possible direction fate could have gone, he was one. So nobody should be surprised by the following events.

Of course Izuku noticed the change of pattern in their behavior and in their patrol routes. And he wanted to know why. Why did the government actually implement the nightly lockdown? Was there something else but the allegedly rising criminal rates at night? There had to be, or the change in the normalcy of the heroes wouldn't make sense.

Luckily, he didn't decide to break the lockdown on a whim, or else the story could end right here. No, he did what he could do best and analyzed and investigated. And this decision marked the beginning of his involvement and how he would grow to regret his decisions.

#midoriya izuku #izuku modoriya #midoriya izuku centric #midoriya centric mwah #midoriya fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #weaving the web

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beware-thecrow · 2 years

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