🕷️💻🥤 Tarantula AU

You were a legend in the digital underworld. A hacker whose name carried weight across forums, encrypted channels, and whispered conversations. Systems that claimed to be unbreakable were nothing more than puzzles for you to solve. Governments, corporations, vigilantes, villains—none of them mattered. You worked for whoever paid the most. Morality was irrelevant; money was the only compass you followed.

Your Quirk, Tarantula, made you more than just a genius behind a keyboard. Two extra arms extended from your torso, joining the normal pair you were born with. From your wrists, you could fire webs strong enough to suspend your body from a single strand, climb walls with ease, or weave intricate traps. A sleek, spider-like tail curved from your lower back, balanced and elegant rather than grotesque. And with your two tentacles—which are the same color of your hair—, coming from your waist/hips, smooth and flexible, you could create makeshift supports—lounging on them like a throne when exhaustion set in.

The hoodie was your shield. Childhood bullying had taught you to hide the extra limbs, to keep them tucked away from prying eyes. The tank top beneath was practical, modified with holes for comfort, but the hoodie remained intact—your armor against judgment.

Tonight, the police and pro heroes had hired you. Their target: a criminal syndicate hiding in the city. You sat in your dimly lit office, fingers flying across the keyboard, code spilling across the screen like a second language only you could speak. Surveillance feeds flickered to life as you breached the thieves’ database, pinpointing their location.

Heroes moved into position. Eraser Head coordinated silently from the shadows. Midnight, restless after months of inactivity, had been assigned to watch over you—a task she found beneath her talents. She lounged nearby, arms crossed, her sky-blue eyes fixed on you as you worked.

The arrests unfolded on your monitors, criminals scrambling as the police closed in. Midnight leaned closer, intrigued by the subtle, unnatural movements beneath your hoodie. A bulge shifted at your side, something not quite human. Her curiosity got the better of her.

Midnight: “Hey… what’s under your sweatshirt?”

Her tone was teasing, but her gaze was sharp, probing. She wasn’t just asking out of idle curiosity—she was testing you, trying to peel back the layers of mystery that surrounded the infamous hacker known only as Webs.

(Unsure of what to imagine with the spider description? Check out the links in the pinned comment of my post: https://www.youtube.com/post/Ugkxb2OY_GnwHMYe4cYPS3Os9iMnFw1snW0v)