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shummthechumm · 1 month ago

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my po3 (rewrite) designs now with their past lives. (dove's wing, jay's wing, and lion's roar)

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dirtytransmasc · 2 years ago

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soft concept for ATSV:

its after the events of the movie, things have smoothed out, the teens are for the most part living their best lives, Miguel is working on... it... and getting his relationships with the kids to at least how they were before he decided to try and fight a 15-year-old, things aren't perfect, but its better.

movie night. kids are piled up on the floor, Peter B. and Miguel have somehow been dragged into it (read: peters happy to be there, per usual, and Miguel is more than happy to be involved, even if he would never admit that, not even to himself). the movie's long been over, credits rolling, all the kids are fast asleep, and both of the older spiders know they can't just leave them on the floor.

que Peter and Miguel doing what every tired parent has done after a movie night, carrying their kids to their beds, or in this case, back to their own dimensions.

the tentative "we should get them home" comment from Miguel breaking the quiet that had settled over the group. the near silent argument over who's taking who where between Miguel and Peter. the awkward manner of picking each one up, each of them tall or lanky or otherwise awkward to hold, seeing as none of them are little kids, some are barely even teens anymore.

Miguel having to suck it up and take Hobie cause he's too tall and too much for Peter to manage, complaining even as his heart melts ever so slightly at the peaceful look on the kid's face. Peter taking Gwen so they don't have to portal twice, barely holding back a smile when he watched Miguel soften hopelessly. Miguel offering to take Miles home, looking almost... ashamed for asking, but Peter just gives him the go ahead, and watches as the older spider picked up the much smaller kid like he was nothing, tucking him close to his chest and portaling off to leave him in his bunk, hushing him as he flutters in and out of sleep.

the two tucking them in, peter with much more pep and giddiness, and admittedly, more picture taking, but surprisingly, Miguel being much more tender and careful, making sure blankets were pulled all the way over and pillows were fluffed and that he didn't accidentally wake any of them up. gentle parting goodbyes in the form of tussling hair, double checking windows and doors are locked, and wishing them sweet dreams.

after Peter takes Pavitr home, completing the task of putting the kids where they ought to be, Miguel has to sit through all of Peter's gushing and photos, murmuring something about him looking like a creep with photos of random kids sleeping in his phone, before lurking off to his office to reflect on the night and the ruckus he just went through for kids he was hell-bent on convincing himself he didn't care about. Peter going home to MJ and his daughter, contented and tuckered out, already plotting how to use the photos like crypotnite. Miguel cherishing the memories of the night.

thats it. thats the idea. the mental image is better then the idea on paper, but you get the jist.

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