#astv gabriella

[x-chqrmolypi-x]

Gabriella Spider-Woman 2099 au :333

[kinoselynn]

b happy.

[sh1mma]

the rough animation for this video is FINALLY DONE. WOO HOO!!! i started this project almost a year ago now and really struggled to get it done due to art block but i’m hoping to be able to get a good chunk of the line work done soon. it’s been a wild ride. anyway, the reason the sketches at the end aren’t really cleaned up yet is cause the last bit is gonna be more like pmv style stuff and i do that in a different program than the one i use to animate. anyways i’ll stop yapping now, enjoy!

[nocek]

so I've been talking with eraser-punk about potential trans Miguel themed pins and here are some designs I came up with and I'm really excited to draw final version for :3

Obviously details like which robe comic yellow one vs astv peter's fluffy one (2, 3, 4) or hat/glasses/ level of enthusiasm for 5 and 7 (and 6 too technically) can be switched around so just vote with the general vibe if you are interested in any of those ;)

[demigoddessqueens]

good morning

It was a bright and early Sunday morning. The sun had just started to peek through the curtains of the house. A warm domesticity was the perfect setting for such a day. Until the tiny thumps throughout the house started to rouse

Gabriella: Dad, dad! Wake up! DAD!! Dad…😠!

Y/n: your daughter is awake….

Miguel: before sunrise she’s your daughter…

[gedankenmoon]

She’s great on the pitch but still needs help in the rink

[lethalchiralium]

Glass Houses | Miguel O’Hara x Wife!Reader

a/n: look, i’m not ignoring anything (i am) i just couldn’t get this out of my head haha

warnings: fluff and angst 🫶

summary: It’s finally time for Gabi’s quinceañera, something Miguel had finally allowed her to have.

MASTERLIST

Pastel pink dress with flowers in her hair, Gabi was having the best night of her young life.

Picture after picture, her pearly white smile was as bright as daylight. Her friends surrounded her, her uncles and aunts from both parents celebrated her quinceañera. It was the night she had been looking forward to, the night she had been begging you and her father for.

“Gabi,” He shook his head, his grip on the steering wheel was tight. “I told you we’ll think about it.”

“Papa, every girl I know gets a quince-“

“Gabi, lo digo en serio-“ Your hand settled on Miguel’s thigh gently, he took in a breath, growing frustrated with traffic and with himself. He spared a glance to you, your eyes on the road, but that still didn’t stop you from looking to him. “Mi vida, help me here.”

Your fingertips tapped his thigh, you turned to look over your shoulder at your darling daughter, still wiping off mud from that day’s practice. You glanced to Miguel as his hand slid down to settle on top of yours, fingers curled around your palm. Your husband has always trusted your judgement.

You squeezed his thigh before you responded, “Baby, Papa’s already doing so much for us. You need to give him time to get it worked out, it’s not a yes or no until he says so.”

The fourteen year old’s expression dropped, her body slumped into her seat. You frowned. “Why does he get to pick all of the sudden? You always set the rules, Mama-“

“Cuida tu tono con tu madre, Gabi.” His tone was calm, you could feel the bite of his words and watch how Gabi looked out the window in response. You deflated a little, you didn’t want to tell your perfect daughter that what little money you and Miguel had was running out. “Siempre escuchamos a mamá.” You squeezed Miguel’s thigh again, your eyes moved to gaze at the side profile you had memorized years ago.

“Mama, por favor,” You looked back to Gabi, your heart strings were tugged hard when you looked at her saddened expression.

A sigh escaped you before you turned forwards, the traffic now flowing much better. “Papa and I will talk about it.”

You watched your baby and her friends, all of them chatting away and laughing like hyenas. She was gorgeous, she looked truly happy; she spared a glance towards you, her smile so contagious that it made yours even wider. She was the spitting image of her father, just without the fangs. She waved a little, you waved back.

“We don’t have the money for it.” You whispered, arms tucked in between you and Miguel’s chest, fingertips gently tapping on his warm skin just below his collarbone. Your eyes could only watch your red fingernails as they drummed an unfamiliar melody into your husband’s skin.

He was watching you, it wasn’t hard for you to tell. His hand settled on your hip, the arm around your back gently stroked your shoulder blades with light fingertips.

“I’ll pick up more hours at Alchemax.”

“The mortgage is too much, Mig. I can get my job back-“

“No. Your back is still injured from the accident.” The car accident you had three months ago, where you were slammed into and your car thrown off the bridge by the momentum, only to be saved by Spider-Man. It was terrifying, he took you right down to the hospital without a word before he left you on a gurney; your husband appeared only moments later as the medical team took you inside, his breathing panicked as he took your hand, he was terrified. That look was one you could never get out of your head, even as you stared at his rising chest. “It will only be for a couple of months. It’s important for Gabi.”

“It’s important for Gabi.” You echoed, your nail caught on the small silver chain around his neck, the small locket glimmered in the low light.

Miguel is a generous man, and a man who truly adored his daughter.

Your daughter pranced over to your table, her smile much larger than you had even seen her make. You held out your hands, she instantly took them. “Mi niña, is it okay? Are you having fun?”

“It’s perfect, Mama.” Her arms were around your neck in an instant, a kiss from her on your head made your smile rival hers. She moved away, her pretty curls bouncing as her friends welcomed her back with huge smiles and infectious laughter.

You looked over to Miguel’s empty seat, heart sinking into your stomach. Being Spider-Man has made him lose so much important time with his family, but you understood why he put on the suit. You understood why when he told you that rainy night, you finally understood that you weren’t just a lucky survivor of small villain incident, he was always watching over you - even when he couldn’t be here for Gabi’s quinceañera.

You took a drink of your wine, hoping to put a damper on your growing sadness. You watched her Uncle Gabriel help take the beautiful white chair out to the middle of the dance floor, soft rose colored balloons tied to it and beautiful pink flowers wrapped around the back. Gabi was so excited, her gaze went back to you as she mouthed, “Love you.”

You blew her a kiss as the dance floor cleared, allowing her to sit down in the chair with her beautiful dress - her beautiful face bright with a smile. Your grip on your wine glass loosened as her Uncle Gabriel started the Changing of the Shoes ceremony - your own eyes felt pricks of pain as you fought back tears. You were only twenty feet away, your phone now in your hand was you took the video of the ceremony. She was laughing, happy - her flats being removed and replaced with the rose gold heels she had begged Miguel to buy months prior, but he had refused. And here they were, now placed on your daughter’s feet as her transition into becoming a young woman.

Tears of joy feel from your eyes as she stood, her smile still so large and the chair taken away. The song changed, your smile faltered.

“Gabi,” Miguel called. Your hand held his, his thumb gently raked over your index finger. He had spent many long nights, saving what money he could and taking odd jobs, all in between his duty as Spider-Man. His heart was warm, he had asked many favors with promises of repayment to set up his wonderful daughter’s quinceañera - more money than he wanted to pay, if at all, but he loved his child eternally. This was her one big wish for years, he had always said no since money was an issue. Even as a highly paid geneticist, his money was being drained by hospital bills, his mortgage, and his ailment of constantly needing venom to stay alive. But, giving her this meant she was growing up, and he was finally ready to help her out of her flats and into those high heels he knew were her favorite, then waltz around a big dance floor with his little girl who would be happier than ever.

She bounded down the staircase, hair a mess from practice as she tore off her headband, she smiled, “¿Qué pasa?” She was quick to sit on the floor in front of the couch, where you and Miguel were comfortably sitting. Your smile has always been gorgeous to Miguel, but in that moment, your smile infected him like a virus. You were so excited to see Gabi grow up, so excited to give her what she wanted.

Gabi was sobbing by the time Miguel had told her about the party, she hugged him so tight before kissing his cheek, then diving into you. You wrapped your arms around her with that beautiful smile on your face, moving your daughter back and forth with excitement.

That moment was a direct contrast to what he had confessed to you in private later that night, after he had finally found the courage to tell you his deepest secret. The look of horror on your face made Miguel’s stomach drop, the tears made him nauseous.

“You’re Spider-Man?”

He nodded for the second time, hand still holding yours. You didn’t remove it, your free hand came to cover your mouth.

“I wanted you to know. The ‘odd jobs’ I’ve been doing have been me being Spider-Man, people give me money to keep it up.” He whispered, terror in his heart as you just… stared.

“What will happen if I lose you?”

Miguel could only smile, his free hand came up to your cheek, resting upon it as he whispered, “Nunca me perderás, querida.”

Pastel pink dress with flowers in her hair, Gabi stood in the middle of the dance floor, ready for her last dance of the night before her 15 Candle Ceremony. It was her father’s idea to have the dance near the end of the ceremony, he was never one to want too much attention. The girl stood in the middle of the floor, eyes watching her father’s smile come closer and closer to her.

The crystal-like tears hit her beautiful dress, her manicured hands grasped onto the dark mahogany of the frame that displayed the photo of her smiling deceased father, Miguel O’Hara.

Copyright © 2023 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

[muwitch]

you're my morning sun

[miguelobsession]

When Gabriella died she was reaching to Miguel's cheek

And when Mayday got up on his shoulder she patted him on his cheek

And probably it reminds him so much of his daughter, of love and home and it breaks his heart a little bit every time it happens

This post isn't going anywhere beyond there but just

Miguel nuzzles the hand when people who love him pats his cheek bc he's touch starved and this lil gesture always melts away his composure

[lemonissad999]

Ahahahaha *blows up in tears*

[rowrowronnie]

a estos hombres tristes - almendra

[x-chqrmolypi-x]

sw!gabi au doodles after 20379171982837383 years

[lalah-cupcake]

The first — and last time — Maplestar ignored Starclan’s orders.

On a patrol, he found a cat. Dead. A father, because there was a small kitten with him. She was alive.

But with no one else left to take care of her.

That was how it was supposed to be. The will of Starclan.

But Maplestar could not accept it. She would *die* on her own- how could he?

So he took her. Took her back to the clan to raise her as his own.

…

A fool. There is no use in preventing destiny. All that will do is make it’s potential grow, then bleed into everything, taking over anything in its path.

[sh1mma]

Bedtime Story

NEW NONVIOLENT COMMUNICATION FAN ART ALERT @greensagephase SHAKING YOU VIOLENTLY

this is the first full rendered piece i’ve drawn in five months i hope it’s properly devastating for everyone. i’m trying to get another drawing for NC started rn that’s equally if not more devastating so stay tuned for that 😘 anyways chapter 17 is so fucking devastating this is my payback in combination with the other drawing that i am contemplating evil plotting the BEASTS and DEMONS are getting me gawd damn it. i need to squeeze miguel and chew on him like a squeaky toy esp in NC he’s so sad i just wanna hold him and comfort him but also like maaybe blow him up??? sick and twisted but that’s just how i am… heh

i’m so sorry i need to stfu this is like the longest rant i have ever posted i think okay bye im gonna disappear into the art void for a few days again probably okay bye

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

ok but the turtleneck that miguel wore in the alternate universe with gabriella is absolutely horrendous and plain ugly

[gedankenmoon]

Gabriella,

you are loved far more than you’ll ever know