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Remember those folder doodles from almost a month ago? Well I've got your update right here as I finally finished the doodles! Makes the folder less boring, which I'm proud of.
Holiday Doodles
Hoping you all have (or had) a Merry Christmas this year! I may not be as active on here as other places, but I still appreciate you all for your support!
âI'm yours, and I'm not yours.â
Lyla is one of my top 3 favorite characters from Spiderverse (tied with Hobie, Pavitr), and I had this idea stuck in my head for a really long time, for both Lyla and Miguelâs relationship.
Hope it makes somewhat sense.
HELL YEAAAHHH
My Spiderverse OC inspired by @voltronisanobsession's idea of Miguel coding Lyla a friend! Ù©(âœïŒŸ)Û¶ I designed Luna to look like Lylaâs opposite. her hair is longer and wavy, her skin is a lilâ darker and she wears all black. Sheâs kinda blue while Lyla is kinda yellow to make it look like sun & moon (thatâs why I named her Luna!)
The original artist seems to be on hiatus, so imma reblog it with my colouring. The first sketch was just too good to leave with 3 colours
twitter is broken so iâm just gonna post some art here to get my dopamine fix đđđŸ
The one and only spider-woman pt.2
Dead captains
Authors note: this is only part two because I have yet to write something between last time and this even. If any of you have prompts or ideas for any in between pt.1 and 2 or even for afterwards please send them I would be glad to write them!
Of course a crazy Karen with an octopus suit and a god complex just had to come and ruin my perfectly good Tuesday! When I say customer service is underpaid this is exactly what I mean.
She throws me against the concrete pillar of the parkade with one of her metal tentacles. The impact hard enough to cue a ringing in my ears for a few seconds. I shake it off quickly, dodging the next blow that just so happened to be aimed straight at my head.
"Qué te pasa lady? Someone spit in your tacos? I tease, dodging her arms and swinging around her for confusion. I also have to find a weak link in her design. Once I find that, all I have to do is target it and make sure she doesn't get up again.
"You little brat! You're not getting away from me!" Doc OC warns. It almost makes me sniger. I have been the one chasing her down for the past three weeks and now I'm the one getting away from her? Ha!
"Then come and get me pendejo!"
I try to keep the fighting away from the people fleeing. They don't need to get hurt in this. This is between me and the crazy lady. Sirens going off in the distance eases my mind a bit. At least PapĂ will be able to help everyone get out of here safely. And that's a good thing because when I slam this puta into the column in an attempt to pin her down, it cracks.
A resonating sound that both gives me an idea and sends a chill down my spine. I just have to make sure this place is evacuated before executing said plan.
"Hey lady what if we play a game shall we?" I joke, pining two of her metal arms to the ceiling with my webs. She positively growls as she swings at me with the other two. "It's called touch and go, more commonly known as tag!"
A quick glance downwards shows PapĂ helping the last of the civilians out of here. Just give him a little bit more time. All he needs is a couple more minutes.
I swing around, kicking the lady as she goes for me as well. Just a little bit longer. I jump off of one of the columns and body slam the doc right in the chest, making her topple over and to the floor. Her metal arm reaches for a pillar.
A deafening crack as it rips the concrete just to swing the hardened rock at my head. I narrowly avoid it, but her plan of comiting homicide is the least of my problems.
A kid. I can hear the crying. I try to look around to find them without getting too distracted but it's nearly impossible. A tentacle wraps around my waist and I am thrown through the air. I hit something very solid and another crack rips through the air. Then a rumble. Toned low and menacing.
Oh shit.
The ceiling begins to fall in on itself and I prepare for the worst, runing towards the ongoing sound of a panicked child in the hopes of being able to get to them in time before this entire structure buries us alive. But someone gets to them first. I only get a glimpse of the shiny captain's badge before a big chunk of the ceiling pins me to the floor.
I can't tell what's up or what's down. My vision is worse than when I still needed my glasses. I can barely register the sound of pattering fading away. My head feels light, and heavier than my backpack filled with textbooks all at the same time. I can barely breathe.
I turn my head to the right. Doc OC lays under the rubble. Her tentacles crushing her body, seemingly having attempted to stop anything from crushing her first. At least I don't have to worry about her ever getting back on he feet again. It's when I turn to the left when my heart drops.
His hand is sprawled out to the side and his body limp against the unforgiving stone. PapĂ looks unconscious. I refuse to believe he is anything worse than that, knocked out by the blow.
The will to get over there, confirm that he is still alive, it drives me. Adrenaline courses my veins and brings unknown strength. I yell out in retaliation, using all of my power to lift this concrete off of my back. My entire body shakes with the effort, but little by little I succeed. First comes the crawling position, which turns into a lunge, and that gives me enough room to shove the enormous weight off of my shoulders.
I don't give myself time to feel tired. My legs carry me exactly where I need to be, and I find myself kneeling by his side in a heartbeat. There is a wound on his chest, but I can hear his jagged breathing. A relieved chuckle escapes me as I begin to shake him.
"PapĂ - come on papĂ wake up" I urge. My shaking becomes more frantic the longer he takes to wake. He can't die, not here and definitely not now. "come on papĂ just look at me".
A groan leaves his lips and he begins to stir. I don't think I've ever felt this happy in my life. The moment is only dampened by him panicking slightly when his eyes lock onto my mask. He tries to push me away in a panic.
"Hey no papĂ it's me!" I plead. I rip the stupid mask off of my head with one hand as my other reaches for his. His eyes widen and he looks at me differently than he ever has.
"N-noa?" He croaks. I nod vigorously, pushing him down when he tries to sit up. I can tell he's in pain and I need him to hold on until first responders arrive.
"Yeah it's me"
"But- how?- it's been you the whole time?"
I take his hand in mine, gripping it tightly without hurting him.
"I promise I'll explain everything when we get home" I bargain. "I didn't tell you because of what happened with tio Gabriel and- please just hold on. I'll tell you everything I promise".
He cups my cheek with his hand. He looks at me. And I mean really looks, as if truly seeing me for the first time. He brushes a strand of hair or of the way and behind my ear. A soft smile tugs on his features.
"Mija- preciosa-". He groans trying to sit up again.
"Hey hey hey take it easy papĂ " I warn. He chuckles, holding onto his chest. He must have broken a rib or something.
"Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado". He takes my hands in his. I watch in shock, not wanting to believe what he's saying. He can't be saying goodbye. "ten siempre cuidado. Take care of yourself and never let anyone tell you what you can't and can do. You are stronger than anyone believes, even yourself".
A violent cough tears through his system and I can't help but notice the slightest bit of blood. The paramedics are taking too long. What is taking them so long!
"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" I cry out. My breathing erratic as the ultimatum starts running out.
"Mija- no tengas miedo. I'm always going to be with you one way or another" papĂ assures me. I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest.
His grip loosens. I can no longer hear his heartbeat. His chest goes completely still. My eyes fly open and I sit up faster than my brain can process. Desperately I look for a pulse. He can't be gone he just can't be.
"No no no no no papĂ come on!"
He doesn't wake. His eyes closed almost peacefully as if he were only sleeping. I can feel his blood running colder and colder the more time passes. I don't even notice the tears falling like waterfalls until it become impossible to properly see with how blurry my vision is becoming.
A sob wracks through my entire body. I lay my head back down on his chest and just let it happen. All the pain escaping through any way it can. Rivers stain my cheeks. Sombre roars make my throat run dry.
The crying sounds so foreign to my ears. Never have I let myself go so much, even when tio was killed. This is a different kind of pain. He was my Papa. he was the first one to hold me when i was born. He was the one that made me feel safe when lightning scared me as a kid. He was the one that truly was always there for me, and now i know he would have forgiven me if i had just told him. If i had just told him maybe he would have trusted me to get to the kid and saved himself instead.
Canon even completed
The sound is muted but the yellow tinted hologram shows all that Miguel needs to know. He regrets not being able to do anything, but he knows the consequences of intervening. It would destroy my universe and he would have to watch me disappear all over again.
Translations:
Qué te pasa?: what's wrong with you?
Pendejo: asshole
PapĂ : dad
Mija: daughter
preciosa: precious
Siempre acuérdate lo que te he enseñado: always remember what I've taught you
ten siempre cuidado: always stay/be safe
no tengas miedo: don't be scared
The One and Only Spider-woman pt. 3,5
Ghosts
He looks almost exactly like him. The same height. The same face shape. Gods, he even got the same hairstyle. The only things that I could use to tell them apart if they stood side by side would be the eyes, deep red and calculating.
"Noa" he states. He doesn't really say it. It's more like a loud mumble as he doesn't move his lips too much. He also says it as if wanting to say more, but holding back.
I don't say anything myself at first. Just a short nod in acknowledgement that I had heard him. He takes a step forward and I take two back. He freezes, and so do I.
"You- you're Miguel" I stutter. He nods in turn. I can't look him in the eyes. They are so like his.
They move around the room like his did, and if they weren't different colours I would have sworn I was looking at them again. That's impossible Noa, he died. He's dead.
âIâm guessing he gave you the crash course on our operation?â he continues in a steady voice, motioning to Hobie standing behind me to the right. I don't respond right away, my mouth refusing to form words, and nod instead. The man before me sighs.
To say he was expecting a different reaction would be a lie, but there was a part of him that hoped I would react with a smile or wondrous eyes at least. He knows that I just lost my dadâŠhimself?
In my reality he died because I failed to save him, so of course seeing a variant of the person that raised me here is a lot more than a simple surprise. It's difficult for him too.
His own daughter died years ago in his reality. He doesn't talk about the first time. When he found a universe where he could have her again he jumped at the opportunity. He caused the destruction of the entire universe, and he had to watch her die all over again, right in his own arms no less. And now here I stand. A version of her with a different name because my mother had won the bet this time. He sees the little girl he once had in my eyes; they're so wide and the way I have frozen as if placed in a freezer for too long reminds him of that time he found his gabby stealing from the halloween candy. Itâs not her, he tells himself, sheâs dead. Gabby is dead.
Hobie clears his throat. Even he canât bare to stand in this tension, and he was most exited to watch this interaction. The noise is enough to yank both of us out of our heads. Miguel looks around before back down at me. I raise my eyebrows at him and he nods.
âLayla!â he calls. Iâm about to ask who he is talking to, since there is no one else in here, when a hologram appears by his shoulder. A woman tainted in a yellow hue from the tech with large pink glasses and what looks like a fluffy faux fur coat.
âHow's it going Miguel?â she asks with a chirpy voice. She comes off as one of those glass half full kind of people. You don't see many of those nowadays.
âNo time for small talkâ the man brushes off, âcould you just run the thing?â. My brows furrow and i turn to hobie. He has a frown as well, but this one is different. This one looks like regret is sown directly into the fabric. I turn back to Miguel in time for him to turn as well. He doesnt notice that i had moved.
The lights dim even further, like an auditorium getting ready for a show. A spark of light in between me and Miguel, and it grows to form a beautiful tree of blue and red. It really is something for the eyes.
âWhat do you know of the multiverse?â Miguel questions.
He cautiously explains to me what he has graciously called the spiderverse. Some of it Hobbie had already old me, but other parts he hadnât. The blood drains from my face when he tells me about canon events. He shows me videos of various different spider people get bit by their arachnid. He shows us loosing our uncles, and after a moment of hesitation, he shows me the captain close to spiderman that we all loose.
âSo- you're telling me that Papa jus died to continue the story?â i mutter, the news crashing over me in a huge wave, âThat you knew- you know that its going to happen to someone else again and you will just let it happen?â. My breathing is erratic, hand shaking. I don't know what to say, what to think, what to do. Was my father just a pawn in a bigger story? That isn't fair. Not to him, not to anyone. And not just papa, but tio Gabriel! They were not unimportant enough to die for the greater good were they?
?âOur universes will collapse if the canons are broken, Noa'' Miguel calmly explains. He comes forward and places a hand on my shoulder. âBelieve me i tried, I really did once. All it did was cause the distruction of an entire universe. You canâ break the canonâ. I still shake my head.
âYouâre just like everyone else, saying that everything happens for a reason. Why does there have to be a reason behind someone loosing everyone that is close to them?â I argue. I step backwards, making Miguels hand fall back to his side. My breathing has calmed, but is replased with a stinging feeling in my throat, a paired tightness in my chest as well.
âOur stories are filled with pain, but they build who we are. There are good times as well, you just have to wait for themâ Miguel tries. I nod, but turn away.
âMind if i take a breather?â I ask. I canât stay here. I feel like iâm gonna suffocate. When i catch Miguel nodding in my peripheral vision, i speed walk out of there as discreetly as possible. I walk alone. Iâm used to it by now.
Hobie stays as light pours back into the room and the display disappears. He leans against the wall as Miguel runs a hand over his face. Their eyes lock, and a silent understanding passes between them.
âSheâs her variant isnât she?â the boy interrogates, âyour daughterâsâ. With a sigh, Miguel confirms with a nod. He retorts it slowly.
âI canât believe iâm saying this, to you of all people, but make sure sheâs alrightâ the older of the two breaths out. Hobby nods once, voicing his agreement with a hum before leaving the room in my pursuit.
I haven't gone far. It's hard when you don't know anything about the place where you find yourself. winding paths and columns to walk on, i just want to get as far away from there as i can. Eventually i find an open window and climb out. I ascend to the roof, sitting down and overlooking the city below. Again I wonder what kind of technology is in this universe. The air here is cleaner than the one in my new york, but the buildings and layout of the structures are more or less the same. They gleam in the high sunlight. My knees pull inwards towards my chest, and I curl into a ball.
I don't pay Hobbie any mind when he eventually finds my hiding spot. It took him about half an hour, having assumed i would be somewhere inside.he sits down besides me wordlessly. I dont say anything, not even look at him.
I thought I was done with this pain. Itâs been a year, how weak do you have to be to still want to bawl your eyes out at the mere mention of them i ask myself. I furiously wipe away a stray tear that escapes. I am not weak.
âI dont like it either. The whole cannon event stuffâ my companion finally voices. He nudges my shoulder and i turn my head to find him already looking at me.
âI had a hard time with it too when i was toldâ. I look down to my feet dangling over the edge.
âI just dont think their lives were so disposableâ I admit. Iâm not a kid, and I understand that everything comes to an end. I understand that he died. Thatâs not what bothers me, its the fact that it âhad to happenâ for my story to continue. It could have continued with him right here with me.
âThey weren't disposable. Miguel just found a pattern, and decides that all of us have the same one. I guess the mate is right since it happens all over again if no one intervenesâ he explains. I huff out a chuckle. His words do bring a certain comfort however, so i dont argue with it.
We just sit here, wordlessly in each others presence. The comfortable silence enveloping us as the breeze caresses our skin. We even watch the sun set and the city lights slowly turn on. Eventually we fall into a gentle conversation, which turn into banter when he brings up his abilities. How am i supposed to hear someone tell me about their being stronger and just take it?
He bribes me into going back inside with the promis of food, claiming there to be good arepas waiting in the cafeteria. I havent had an arepa since before the accident, and it pulls a smile on my lips when my friend is proven right. The bread is delicious as we sit at a table, just another pair among the crowd.
Maybe these are the baby steps iâve heard about, i think to myself in a pause of conversations. I havent felt this alive since Papa passed, and socialising with someone my age that wasnt forced to because of work had become a rarety during the last year. Now i sit in the middle of a busy cafeteria with someone I just met this afternoon, yet trust more than anyone I know at present.
Hobie can be described as many things. Heâs a punk, heavy metal loving Englishman that hates the english. He has a tough exterior with a heart of gold behind those walls. He really is punk in that way. I can definitely see him standing for the underdog out there in his world. He makes a connection with you, and doesn't judge you for your mistakes. Hell heâs able to but up with me and my awkward personality for more than an hour! I thought i wouldnât be able to find someone who could after separating myself from people for so long.
It isn't until late into the night that we bid each other farewell.
âHere, he forgot to give you thisâ Hobie declares, taking something else out of his pocket. He presents a watch, identical to his own on his wrist. I take it carefully and spin it in my fingers before putting it on. It beeps and within a matter of seconds adjusts itself to match what I would call ânormalâ. Every color is the right shade and the materials look really to me. Not that everything else doesn't, it's just different.
âWhat the other one is fake or something?â Increase, throwing back the wristband he gave me earlier. He chuckles and shakes his head.
âWhat I gave you was a day pass, what you have now is your new way of travelling the Spider verse safelyâ. My eyebrows raise but I trust his words.
He patiently shows me how to work the different buttons and navigation system before I open a portal to my home. It should bring me directly into my own room, if Hobie is actually telling the truth and not trolling me right now.
âYou coming back soon?â He asks expectantly. He has this wistful look in his eyes.
âMaybeâŠwhat about you?â I shoot back
âMaybeâ he replies with a smirk.
âSo then just maybe I shall see you again soon Señor Brownâ
âUntil that day come lady OâHaraâ
I step through the portal, and his face disappears before my eyes. A spinning roller coaster ride later and I stand in the middle of my room, exactly as he said I would find myself. A sigh leaves my lips, and my posture slumps.
Here I am.
Alone again.
Translations
PapĂ : dad
TĂo: uncle
arepa: a delicious bread
Señor: Mr.
hi literally anyone seeing this if you have any ideas to draw miguel (or just any character from atsv iâll tag who iâll draw)? like an au? pose? scenario? please put them in my ask box! i want to start drawing again but iâm already on art block LMAO
edit soz: rn im only drawing miguel, but iâm flexible with drawing the female characters as well & i wonât draw nsfw or hardcore gore ty!
cooking best atsv women..
jess & lyla practice ( ⹠Ꭰ- ) â§
w/o orange light bc yummy
this is my first attempt at drawing jess & lyla so obviously theyâre not going to be accurate ! đ„Č iâm a sore victim of same face syndrome unfortunately ..
Miguel has a gen z style sense of humor and is low-key freaking everyone out.
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Miguel watching a potato chip spinning: *hysterically laughing*
Miles: He's been watching that for 20 minutes now.
Gwen: Should we call a doctor????
Hobie: I think mate has finally lost it.
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*arguing about whether you should put milk or cereal first*
Gwen: IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL TO PUT MILK FIRST IN MY UNIVERSE!!
Miles: WELL YOUR UNIVERSE IS WRONG!
Miguel: I use bleach. *Deadpan*
Walks away casually.
Gwen: ......
Miles: ......
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Miguel: Peter did you get me one of those turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria?
Peter: They were fresh out, sorry big guy.
Miguel: *sigh* This is my thirteen reason.
Peter: Your what?
Miguel: Lyla open window "do a flip" I'm killing myself.
Peter: WAIT MIG-!!!
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I forgot to post this on tumblr anime girl bonking her head
