Some Miguel and Gabriella doodles form last month :) I just hadn't had the motivation to turn them into proper drawings.
But the bottom two actually are part of my headcanons:
So starting with the happy one as in the one on the right:
I headcanon that Miguel actually ended in Gabriella's universe on accident and the multiversal travel didn't exist yet (to be more precise it was invented to look for Gabriella's father because Miguel didn't know that he was dead and just assumed they like switched places or something) and he explained the whole situation to Gabriella rightaway (because there is no way to be able to fit into another dude's life without a hitch even with I was bonked in the head recently excuse).
Gabriella was skeptical but decided to approach whole situation sitcom style. Dad was replaced by awkward but caring dude with superpowers - let's help him but also try the new boundaries. So she approached with hey dad runs twice a week and I ride the bike with him. I can show you our favorite route! And then proceeded to extend the route muuuuuch beyond what was humanly possible for her dad. And then beyond what was possible for her just out of curiosity if Miguel will ask to stop. Well he didn't so now after long ice cream break he needs to carry her home because she totally absolutely is beat and cannot cycle anymore (and also this way is more fun).
And the second separate depressing au headcanon that is not as tied to the picture but I guess I'll share it here:
While the Gabriella's universe was falling apart all the spiders there just grabbed as many civilians as possible and jumped through the portals. So Gabriella and couple dozen displaced people are alive at spiders hq and things are maybe better but also worse.
Since Gabriella is alive Miguel can't go sulk in the corner in his office. He needs to put on a front for her. Which most likely doubles the pressure that he already puts on himself.
Gabriella isn't an idiot and figures it out so she also tries to put on a front.
But to add a little spider whimsy and make the whole thing a bit happier - here comes Gwen.
Miguel was just as grumpy about letting her join spider society as was in the movie buuuuut Gabriela decided that Gwen being the slightly older girl with a little bit of alternative vibe is the coolest person ever and we will be best friends. And you are a ballerina!!!! I want to try ballet too!
Which in turn forced Miguel to be nice like to other Gabriella's friends and maybe be a bit more mindful and realize that Gwen needs more than place to stay and new friends and coworkers. She is too young to just jump into adulthood. She needs her father or better father figure.
And he tries to dump that on Peter B which doesn't work because Peter suffers form serious case of baby brain but also sees Gwen more like a equal adult and friend.
Besides the idea of Miguel trying to be nice and failing at because he approaches it form his experience with Gabriella standpoint while dealing with teenager is kinda fun and I like it.
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an inexperienced megumi gets hard just from a little kissing. he's so touch-starved and super embarrassed but he just craves intimacy so damn bad because he's never had it.
you make out with him for the first time and he's borderline obsessed after that. probably filled with an uncomfortable shame, but still obsessed. he adores everything about kissing you, but especially how the arousal makes him feel, and while he's too afraid to ask for anything more—will barely even ask if you'll kiss him—he's constantly hoping you'll take every opportunity to do so.
he'll make himself available for it. despite the instinct to maintain a wall, he's subconsciously doing everything in his power to signal out 'hey i'm here and super willing actually... please do it,' and if that doesn't work, he'll sometimes finally resort to straight up asking because he's so desperate.
and he doesn't do anything more than maybe hold your hips or put his tongue in your mouth, but god, deep down he wants it. you're almost wondering if he's not interested in sex because he always seems perfectly content to just swap spit with you for an extended period of time, but really he just needs a little push in the right direction.
he's always hiding an erection, and if you knew how dizzy he was after leaving every encounter, you'd see just how interested in sex he actually is. sometimes he'll touch himself in private for relief, but other times he simply does his best to will the inappropriate thoughts away. regardless, he's always filled with a certain degree of shame and lack of self-worth.
but oh god, if you take the initiative to show him just how worthy he actually is, just how badly he induces an ache... he's willing to do anything. he'll finally allow himself to start eating pleasure from the palms of your extended hands.
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for the fic title req: “regional dialects” :3
this was really fun to write and tbh i might come back to it because it has a special place in my heart now <3 i hope you like it!!
regional dialects
“What are they talking about?” Tango asked, walking up to Impulse and Gem’s picnic table.
Gem hummed, not taking her eyes off Grian and Scar arguing in the shopping district. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, I don’t they’re happy about it.”
“They’ve been arguing for the past twenty minutes,” Impulse sighed. “Grian pulled out an emerald at one point, don’t know what that was for either.”
“Maybe it was about the Royal Currency,” Tango suggested. “Grian’s never been the one to like authority.”
“That’d explain why Scar got angrier after emerald,” Gem nodded. “Because he’s part of the Royal Court or whatever.”
“I know he is,” Impulse grumbled. “Have the bruises to prove it.”
“Hello,” Pearl exclaimed coming up behind them. “Hope your chests monsters are in order! What’s the people watching about?”
“Scar and Grian are arguing but none of us know the language they’re arguing in,” Gem explained, narrowing her eyes at the pair as if it were to help.
Pearl tuned into the argument, letting the words flow past her ears. She let out a chuckle as the words translated in her head. “Oh, they’re arguing alright.”
“Well?” Tango asked. “Spill, about what?”
Pearl clasped her hands in front of her, wondering whether or not she should leave them in suspense. She shrugged, “guess you’ll just have to ask them.”
“Please, Pearl,” Impulse begged. “At least tell us the language!”
“Well, Grian is arguing in Galactic, but Scar is arguing in Vexian Elvish,” Pearl gave in. “Which are surprisingly very similar.”
“Well, if you won’t tell us,” Tango smirked. “We know someone who might.”
“Who?” Impulse asked.
Gem gasped, catching onto what Tango was talking about. “Impulse, who do we know that’s part Vex?”
“Scar, obviously,” Impulse gestured vaguely towards where he was standing. “Oh, but then there’s Cub!”
“Exactly!” Tango smiled. “And he’s probably at Total Chaos, so we should hurry.”
Pearl watched the three of them rush off with an amused scoff. She sat down at the empty picnic table and listened to her friends argue while she ate some lunch.
“No, I love you more! Your eyes are prettier then emeralds and I could stare at them all day!” Grian shouted, he held the emerald up to Scar’s face.
“Well, your eyes are like the vastness of the void that I would be happy to surrender myself to!” Scar rebuttled, he looked to his left and saw that the crowd had dispersed. “And they’re gone.”
“What?” Grian asked, following Scar’s line of sight. He sighed. “I thought we could mess with them a little longer.”
Scar laughed, dragging Grian over to where Pearl sat. She eyed them knowingly, barely concealing a chuckle. “So, what’s got you two in a tizzy?”
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