#Amare my boy!

[christaspirit]

Holy crap, I've got a character with this ability, who goes on to be a relationship counselor...

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Most everyone has heard of the red string of fate. Sure, no one probably thought it was real, but many had heard of it. A string tying soulmates together.

But there were others. Strings symbolizing relationships of other kinds. Ties between family, between friends, between romantic partners. The string's location and intensity varied, especially depending on the healthiness of a relationship. A pink string of romance tied around one partner's neck and tinged green was a sure sign to end the relationship. A blue string of friendship fading away on one end often meant the relationship was truly one sided.

Amare had always been able to see these strings. A red and pink between his parents; yellow between him, his brothers, and his parents; blue between him and his friends.

A red string tied to everyone's finger.

Everyone had a red string. A tie between them and their perfect soulmate. Sometimes it didn't have another end for a few years. Sometimes, someone had multiple. Sometimes the string would eventually land between romantic partners, sometimes it was between friends.

If Amare focused on the string, he could sometimes see out of the eyes of the person on the other end.

Most of the time, he tuned them out. The strings could be confusing, and if he paid them too much mind he could feel them, and would often trip on the strings crisscrossing through the world.

He tried not to interfere with relationships, just to force soulmates together. Soulmates would always meet eventually, and so Amare didn't feel the need to force them. If someone wanted his help, however, or if the relationships he saw were clearly toxic, he would step in.

All five of his older brothers had learned to ask him before marrying their partners. It had been slightly awkward for his oldest brother to ask him considering they were 15 years apart, and his brother got engaged at 20.

He'd gained the reputation of being "Cupid" at school.

Despite what he could do with other people, he'd never been able to see out of his own soulmate's eyes. Black met him each time.

He didn't know what it meant. Was his soulmate blind? Could he just not see through his own soulmate's eyes?

It wasn't like this ability came with a manual. Most of the time, it was just distracting. He did not want to see the orange strings between his Chemistry teacher and English teacher. Especially not when they both had pink strings heading off in different directions to their spouses.

He was just glad that he had yet to see an orange or pink string between a classmate and a teacher.

He was a freshmen in high school now, and was relieved he hadn't found out worse. It could have been worse.

No one had called him crazy yet either, so that was good.

But for the first time he was wondering.

The new girl at school, Solis, who had been found in the woods with no memory, was intresting.

She had a faded yellow string and two yellow strings alternating with black. Two dead family members, and one she wasn't close to (which made sense for her amnesia). A faded pink string that twirled with her red string.

So likely, before she lost her memory, she'd been dating her soulmate.

But where was that soulmate?

There were also two faded blue strings, and the stronger blue string toward Luna, that was crossing with a forming yellow one.

But when he had touched her red string, he saw black.

Her soulmate wasn't dead, he knew that.

The year got more unusual when he had checked in on his own soulmate string and... saw, something.

Forest.

Two days later, he met her. His soulmate.

She had a two yellow strings alternating with black, and a strong yellow string leading to... Solis. She had weak blue strings with the three other new kids, two of whom shared a red and pink string, and the third shared a red and pink with... Solis.

The new kids were weird as well. All of them had yellow strings with black segments. Orphans. Beyond that, they talked weird. Very formal.

But that wasn't important. He was just trying to get to know his soulmate.

And figure out why the heck they keep literally bumping into each other.

Some say that an invisible red string is tied around the fingers of soulmates meant to be together forever. As it turns out, you can see these red strings, and have therefore created a highly successful matchmaking business.

[blerdyotome]

Unhinged Yandere Romance Visual Novel Recommendations

[solxs]

Me gustan varias cosas en el mundo pero de amar, yo solamente te amo a ti, mi amor. Amo el atardecer pero amo más lo radiante de tu sonrisa. Yo amo el verano pero amo más la calidez de tus abrazos. Yo amo la libertad pero amo más mi tiempo a solas contigo.

healygt

[hummingbird-games]

*slaps kneecap* 😂😂😂😂

[detherun]

@theguythatdraws @hogwarts9

((Remember how I said chibis' work? Well, here it is)

[billiebuttz]

Boorman - digital sketch

[local-lover-boy]

Amare

[lowkeyed1]

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[blank-house]

Keyframes: First Summer Kickstarter is Live!

Finals are hell but some chance encounters might help smooth the stress over. Enjoy the last bit of Spring as a College Sophomore in this amare, slice-of-life visual novel!

💐 Keyframes: Summer Kickstarter Page 💐

[ ◉ ¯]

Hoooo boy! The kickstarter is finally live! Woo!

I've been trying to think of something sentimental to say since this is a bit of a monumental milestone-- even if it is just the start of the campaign ^^,-- but the nerves, haha they're making it really hard to wax poetics right now.

So I'll just say this straight up! On behalf of the team, thank you for being here with us! The fanarts, the love notes in our inboxes, the theories (oh my god the theories ahsdlkasdh)-- everything that came out of your sincere support and passion for Keyframes thus far has uplifted us like no other! So even if the next 30 days is unbeknownst to us all, thank you for giving us the energy to start this campaign optimistically.

Till the next post,

(BLANK) House

[ ◉ ¯]

Video credits goes to elliot*!

Play Keyframes: First Spring on itch!

[queer-media-tourney]

Here are all 64 round 1 polls:

Rent vs Orphan Black

Heartstopper vs Orange is the New Black

Carol (2015) vs Bugsnax

The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern vs Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Fienburg

Red, White and Royal Blue vs This is how you lose the time war by Amar el-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Our Flag means Death vs Always human by Ari North

The last of us two vs On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden

Heartbreak High vs Shameless

Undertale vs The Handmaiden

Young Royals vs Revolutionary Girl Utena

Sens8 vs Carry on by Rainbow Rowell

Bee and puppycat vs The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Yuri on Ice vs Ranma ½

Q-force vs Feel Good

Torchwood vs The interview with a Vampire (2022)

Homestuck vs Good Omens

Some like it hot vs Killing Eve

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off vs Bound (1996)

It's a sin vs Magnus Chase by Rick Riordan

Doctor Who vs Portrait of a young lady on fire

Steven Universe vs Saltburn

Xena Warrior Princess vs Cyberpunk 2077

Welcome to Nightvale vs Schitt's creek

Night in the woods vs A league Of their own

Lisa Frankenstein vs The boys in the band (1970)

Black Sails vs Owl House

Hannibal vs The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Bottoms vs The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir

The picture of Dorian Grey vs Adventure time

The Sandman (comic) vs Supernatural

Maurice (1987) vs Hazbin Hotel

Nimona vs Love Simon

Epithet Erased vs What we do in the shadows

Buffy the Vampire Slayer vs The Other Two

One Day at a time (2017) vs Falsettos

She-ra and the princesses of power vs Dykes to Watch Out for

Celluloid Closet vs Harley Quinn

But I'm a cheerleader vs Vida

Angels In America vs Glee

Hooky by Míriam Bonastre Tur vs They both die in the end by Adam Silvera

Will and Grace vs Paris is Burning

Sanders Sides vs The Magnus Archives

The L word vs Goncharov

Queer as Folk vs Paper Girls

Boys don't cry vs Dracula

All of us strangers vs Yellow jackets

The Song of Achilles vs D.E.B.S

Brokeback Mountain vs Dead end: paranormal park

Carmilla vs Pride (2014)

The Bifrost Incident vs Pink Flamingos

Call me by your name vs Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Grishaverse vs Roswell New Mexico

Riverdale vs We Know the Devil

Stardew Valley vs Pose

Disco Elysium vs Different For girls

Banana fish vs my own private Idaho

Celeste vs Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin

Everything Everywhere all at once vs Outer Wilds

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar vs Victor/Victoria

Moonlight vs Stranger things

The birdcage vs Midnight Cowboy

The Watermelon Woman vs The Ritz

The haunting of Bly Manor vs Epic of Gilgamesh

Fun Home by Alison Bechdel vs How to survive a plague

[totally-not-castor]

MOOT LIST (in order)

@palladiumfragments (yes ur gonna be included cause moots.)

@queen-of-weird-girlboy-nation

@inclusivesimping

@h34rtsuck3rz

@emdabitchass (ILY/plat)

@that-on3-g1rl

@zeebysleepingzebra

@barbequetittiesfan

@myhyperfixationisbooks

@jas-jas-jason

@sun13koi (HEADPAT)

@regulusisking

@readytodiealone

@sunbowo-o

@yourfriendlyneighbourhoodaries

@d00dlebeez

@monowritestoomuch (same bro, same😔)

@justagray

@k-is-for-potassium (very demure pfp👹)

@definitionoffuckup

@bifluidmax08

@reigningprinceofithaca (IM MOOTS WITH TELEMACHUS!!!)

@venus-amare

@presprkrsworld

@dont-put-rice-in-a-toaster

@lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz---lol (seeing the word nightshade makes me cry/pos)

@magicalmyths

@your-dazzling-sun (I got the idea of doing themes for my main from u, I hope you dont mind :33) edit:(THEY'RE IN THE SAME TIMEZONE AS ME SHIT AHAHAA)

@just--a--random--human--being (the url is very real)

@pillowfluf

@if-chaos-was-a-boy (...)

@erklen11

@your-gay-emo-cousin (relatable)

@weird-dork37

@the-thing-in-the-dark

@daonedaonlyskh (SK!!!! one my fav moots)

@emoti0nally-dead

@permetutotheworld (FELLOW WRITER SKSKSSK)

@ariathemortal (ARIAAAAA)

@biggestqiblifan

@love-lightning-forethought (accidentally revealed my main and now were here🔥🔥 ILY THO/plat)

@fluffycows4life (AMAZING OCS PLS SSKSKSKS)

@unhinged-as-hell (older sister vibes:] also hii its @/i-was-never-sane if u still remember me lol)

@chocowhimsy-wonderhoyy (I LOVE YOUR THEME ITS SO CUTEE<33)

@peapea-0405 (moot in same timezone🫶)

PHEW- that's was a lot😭😭 (but there's more to come...)

[hansolsticio]

wonu + nipple play

imagino ele bem game boy jogando com os meninos, enquanto ela tá sentada no colo dele, querendo atenção, e ele dá a devida atenção pra namorada dle... (scrr, o cenário mais aleatório)

- dyva fã do park são joão 👩🏽‍🌾

oh my goodness! você é tão visionária, dyva fã do park são joão ‼️ (o nomekkkkkkkkkk)

segure minha mãozinha e vamos conversar sobre isso:

Primeiramente que o Wonwoo só ia aceitar deixar você ficar sentadinha no colo dele se você prometesse se comportar — coisa que você com certeza não faria e vocês dois tinham noção disso. Jogo vai, jogo vem você ia acabar perdendo a paciência de esperar, porque parecia que esse homem não ia parar de jogar nem tão cedo (aposto que vez ou outra ele perde noites de sono jogando, such a loser) e HEAR ME OUT assistir ele ficando todo tenso quando chega numa parte difícil ou bem puto segurando os palavrões dentro da boca quando algum membro da equipe dele faz merda na partida???? Que delícia, cara... 🫦🫦🫦🫦

Não se aguentando mais de tesão (até pq quem que ficaria tranquila sentada no colo de um nonu todo cheirosinho?), você resolve finalmente se colocar para jogo e provocar seu namoradinho. Nessa parte aqui entra de tudo: beijinho no maxilar, chupadinha de leve no pescoço, uma reboladinha aqui e ali no colo dele e até mesmo afastar o fone de uma das orelhas dele só para sussurrar besteira. Essa última, na minha opinião, toca no ponto fraco do Nonu, pois pra mim ele tem cara de quem teria um leve voice kink, além de amar ouvir a namoradinha falando sacanagem pra ele. Você percebe que tá fazendo efeito quando ouve os meninos gritando com o Wonwoo pelo fone porque, aparentemente, o personagem dele tá parado no mesmo lugar faz cinco minutos, já que ele estava ocupado demais ouvindo você falar sobre o quanto precisa que ele te coma.

Finalmente, depois de mil e um apertões na sua cintura e alguns tapinhas leves na suas coxas — tudo com o intuito de te pedir para se comportar, já que ele não podia desligar o microfone durante a partida —, esse homem finalmente vai te dar um tiquinho de atenção na pausa programada pelo próprio jogo (tenho pena de você se achava que ele ia sair da partida — e sim, é de propósito, ele ama te deixar impaciente). Foi necessário um (1) beijinho sujo pra você perder totalmente a pose, se esfregando no homem igual uma gatinha, pronta pra dar pra ele ali mesmo.

Tenho pena de você de novo se achava que ia ser fácil assim, Jeon Wonwoo (com o pau estralando dentro da calça, diga-se de passagem) ainda vai achar uma brecha para se divertir com a situação. Sou uma forte defensora de que ele tem SIM muitas tendências pervertidas. Dito isso, ele vai te pedir para tirar seja lá o que você estiver vestindo na parte de cima e se exibir pra ele igual putinha se quiser ganhar alguma coisa. E isso, meus amores, vai resultar em você dando um showzinho com os seus seios pro seu lindo namorado ♡.

Vai custar um pouquinho até ele finalmente ter dó e substituir suas mãos pelas dele. E ele é talentosíssimo com os dedos (já viram esse homem digitando? pelo amor...) e com a boca. Ele vai brincar bastante com os seus seios, massageando e beliscando com todo o carinho do mundo, vai te mamar de um jeito muito gostosinho, chupando tudo que ele conseguir e prendendo os biquinhos entre os dentes (com cuidado!!!), a língua correndo por toda aquela área vai deixar tudo molhadinho. E você já sentia seu corpo esquentar inteiro, estava prestes a pedir pra sentar nele quando a contagem regressiva do jogo começou a soar muito mais alta — o que indicava que faltavam 15 segundos pra recomeçar. E ESSE NERD vai te pedir para esperar só esse round acabar, prometendo que seria o último.

[deadcroisany]

AMAVI || Joseph Descamps (Mixte1963)

AMAVI (latin; The second-person singular imperfect of amare. Meaning: to love)

Veni   Vidi  Amavi

I came  I saw  I loved

The first day of school never made Gabrielle feel anxious; it was just school, after all. This time, however, she didn't want to be the first one in. She decided to let some time pass as she leaned on the wall of one of the buildings close to the school with a cigarette in her hand, watching a red-headed girl walk through the crowd of boys staring her down like she was some foreign entity. Scared to approach while also wanting to pounce.

"They are going to eat her alive," she mumbled to herself, her eyes never leaving the scene before her. Suddenly, she wished the cigarette break would last longer. But she tried not to back down; there was no point in feeling regret now that she was already here, and after she convinced her parents to allow her to try this out, Backing down wasn't something she ever did, anyway.

A few more girls gathered, greeting her as they passed her. It wasn't a big place; everyone knew almost everyone. Yet, when a blonde stopped next to her, Gabrielle realized she didn't know her. In fact, she had never seen her; if she had, she would remember simply because this girl had to be the most beautiful person she had ever met. Gabrielle wasn't ugly; everyone told her she was beautiful, but this girl was something entirely different.

"Are you going to attend here too?" the blonde girl asked, and Gabrielle had to blink a few times to stop her admiration before answering.

"Yes. Want to go in together?"

There was always one thing Gabrielle could depend on: that no girl wanted to be alone in a place surrounded by strange boys. And, like she expected, the girl nodded. Gabrielle nodded with a smile, threw her cigarette away, and offered her elbow to hold on. "I'll be your chaperone," she joked at the girls confused expression. "I'm already wearing pants, after all."

The blonde looked down to confirm that she was indeed wearing light pants and a button-up short-sleeved shirt, accompanied by a smirk. Gabrielle knew she almost looked like a boy, and her mom only allowed her to wear them if she let her hair down and didn't act like a crude boy. Hence, her dark hair was half down.

Finally, the girl hooked her arm around her own with a hesitant smile. "The pants look good. I'm Annick"

"Gabrielle"

Walking inside the school was easier with company, and both girls—as if they had talked about it beforehand—held themselves pridefully, were self-assured, and chatted like they weren't fully aware that they had pulled the attention of everyone in the yard. The small walk consisted of talk such as 'I like your dress' or 'They look so stupid looking like that'.

"Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell," mumbled a dark-haired girl when they finally reached the board to see their assigned classes and teachers.

The rest of the day was surely something; if Gabrielle had to use one word to describe it, she wouldn't be able to find it easily.

The first lesson was history with Mrs.Giraud. Climbing up the stairs, Gabrielle heard the red-haired girl tell the brunette that she wondered how bad Mrs. Giraud could be. "I heard she is a stuck-up bitch." Gabrielle said quietly, her pace matching theirs.

"Who told you that?" the brunette laughed.

"Someone from my neighborhood. He had some other words to use too, but I think I summed it up pretty well."

Soon she learned that the brunette was Simone, the new girl, and Michele, the butcher's daughter. She also learned that'stuck up bitch' wasn't enough to disappoint her teacher, who immediately shot her a look of shock and clearly disapproval when she spotted her attire. But she didn't say anything until she did.

Gabrielle found a seat at the back of the class and started getting settled, unaware of someone staring at her until they had all settled, and the teacher started talking when she spotted Annick at the front of the class. She was absolutely, totally, wholly scandalized by her seat next to a boy and promptly sent the boy to sit next to the 'boy with the long hair'.

It didn't take Gabrielle to realize she was talking about her, and her eyebrows shot up.

"In the list, I thought that we were getting five girls in this class. One of them turns out to be just a pretty boy." Mrs.Giraud spat out, and some laughed around.

"I'm pretty" Gabrielle mouthed

"She also called you a boy," said the boy who sat next to her.

"A pretty boy."

The boy that was sent to sit next to her was Henri Pichon, and he went to sit somewhere else the moment the next class rolled around. Latin, not her strong suite. History she could manage, but Latin not so much.

Annick, on the other hand, seemed to excel in that too, much to the displeasure of the teacher, who refused to call upon her even when she was the only one raising her hand. Gabrielle made a distasteful sound when the old man simply looked around like a lost donkey, trying his best to inspire a boy to raise his hand. And when one of them did raise his hand, he immediately gave him all his attention.

"I think the lady has raised her hand," the boy said, forcing the teacher's hand.

As Annick got up to say the answer, Gabrielle tried to subtly sneak a peek at the boy who was a few seats to her left as she moved her hair out of the way before quickly looking away when she made eye contact. Descamps was not someone she wanted to associate with during school hours, that was for sure. That is a testament she will circle back to at the end of the day, or even in five minutes.

A piece of paper started circling around the boys in class, and a boy got in trouble. Another reason to not even touch the papers Descamps gives around.

The rest of the day was calm, except for an incident at lunch hour, which of course involved Descamps. All the girls quickly realized he was one of the main troublemakers at the school and a constant annoyance. He was confident enough to present his art skills, but Simone shut that down easily, and Gabrielle added:

"Simone, don't be so hard on him. Poor thing has never seen real boobs before."

She winked when he glared at her.

Then the next hour rolled around. Catastrophic was one way to describe it. Descamps decides to concoct a prank on Michele, or maybe he was aiming at Simone. Gabrielle wasn't sure as she just watched him place a bucket of water on the door, which would fall on whoever opened it first.

"This is so stupid," she said, reaching to remove the bucket, only for Descamps to grab her hand and pull her aside.

"No, this is fun," he corrected, taking the extra measure of blocking the way with his body. Now, Gabrielle was tall, but he was at least half a head taller.

"You are going to get in trouble on the first day for being stupid," she said, pulling her hand back, aware of the fact that no one else seemed to do anything to stop him. A quick glance at Annick did her no good, as she also seemed reluctant to help out.

"Don't be a bore."

Not having enough time to do anything, Michele opened the door, and she was drenched in water. Gabrielle just shook her head. Some people laughed, some others just seemed sorry, and most of them focused their attention on Michele's chest. They couldn't see anything of value, just her bra, but to immature boys, that was enough.

Gabrielle went back to her seat when the English teacher entered the class, but not before she exchanged a glare with Descamps, who winked at her.

Bastard.

Now to the catastrophic part: no, Michele having her bra exposed to the whole class was not the catastrophic bit.

"Then Michele's brother came into the class. He started punching around, and Descamps got glass in his eye; he was bleeding a lot. They took him to the hospital; he might lose his eye, they said. And yeah, that's about it." Gabrielle smiled uneasily as her parents stared at her in shock, speechless. "Other than that, the day was pretty quiet."

"The boy lost his eye?" her dad asked.

"Maybe, yeah."

"Are you hurt?" Her mom's sharp eyes scanned her, inch by inch, for any scratch.

She shook her head.

No, she wasn't hurt. She had been walking to her seat when this happened, and someone pushed her to the side when Magnan started punching. She just watched, even when Descamps was on the ground, hand covering his eye to the Dean next to him.

"Joseph Descamps is the boy that lives right across from us, right? Your friend"

"Not my friend," she mumbled, closing her eyes in exasperation and falling back on the armchair.

"Weren't you together all the time a few years ago?"

Her dad, who just a week ago was swearing to God he had never seen these girls' Gabrielle was with, even though she had been hanging out with them for years and they had been to her house plenty, suddenly seemed to remember that one old friendship that has been almost completely dissolved.

She blinked, her nose wrinkled. "Yeah, like 2 years ago."

They almost kicked girls out of the school; there is no need to mention something like that. It might actually make her mother happy.

"I heard they almost banned girls from the school." Her mother quiped, trying not to sound too dissapointed at the fact it did not happen.

"So much for, uh." Her dad looked towards her to fill him in.

Gabrielle smiled. "Progressiveness."

Javier Blanc was a large man with a beard and a scary disposition. A man like that you would think was fit for sons, but alas, God gifted him girls—four, to be precise. In the last 15 years, since the birth of his oldest, he has heard it all, from 'Oh, maybe next time you will get lucky' to 'it's okay, girls are gifts'. Yet he listened to his girls rants and echoed them to the best of his understanding.

Her mother never really agreed with that disposition fully. Marie Blanc did, of course, want her daughters to become capable and marry good men, but she still wanted them to remain girls. So Gabrielle being taught boxing, being more inclined towards math, wearing pants, and walking with her hands in her pockets rubbed her the wrong way. Gabrielle, breathing alone, rubbed her the wrong way.

She didn't care when her younger three came inside the house with muddy shoes and clothes or when it was obvious her oldest showed more promise at violin than the rest did. They were babies, and they would continue to be her babies till they reached their 50s. Heck, Sophie was 13 years old already. Precisely two and a half years younger than Gabrielle.

Not that it hurt Gabrielle. It annoyed her that her mother never had anything purely good to say about her without a backhanded insult, but it didn't wound her. So she simply listened to her rant about Voltaire without saying much before deciding to go to bed.

"I have school tomorrow after all," with a snarky tone and a pointed look. Okay, maybe she wasn't the easiest child. Maybe she had a short fuse and held a grudge. That wasn't her fault. Her mother was like that, too.

Finally, alone in her room she couldn't resist to urge to pull back the curtain that covered her window, peeking at the room that also looked directly into her own from across the street. Descamps' room. Well, back then he was just 'Joseph' but it felt wrong to use his first name now. Gabrielle had been the one to stop calling for him to hang out, after all. But when they were kids, when their mothers would tack them in bed, the window would be their immediate destination. 

Even now, once in a while, they would throw cigarettes at each other if one of them had run short. 

There was no light in his room tonight, they must have kept him at the hospital for tonight. As Gabrielle was about to close the curtain, she spotted some movement in the darkness of his room that had her immediately shoot forward, ignoring the art supplies she had accidentally kicked since they had been resting on the wall. Her eagerness was something that would torture her for a few days, and she would thank her lucky stars that no one saw that. 

Especially when she realised that the movement was Descamps' mother, who seemed to be packing some of his clothes to take to the hospital when she suddenly froze, and by the fact that she put her hand on her face, Gabrielle could only guess that the woman was crying or she was just exhausted by the day. When the woman raised her head, and looked directly at her Gabrielle found out it was both. 

The woman managed a smile, and waved. Gabrielle mirrored her actions, closed the curtain and climbed in her bed, holding the covers close to her chest. She wasn't sure how long it took for her to fall asleep, at some point everything just got quite and dark.

[hummingbird-games]

*flops over*

Complete voiced update is here. For real this time 😂✌🏽

The game is doneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

FULL GAME HAS DROPPED!!

GOPLAYGOPLAYGOPLAYGOPLAYGOPL--

Click here to have the time of your life.

Dedicating this project to the me who submitted this for the Black VN game jam. She had no idea what would happen next lol!

[lovepeaceandtarot]

Pick a card - Love Advice

(Escolha uma carta - Conselho de Amor.)

If you want a reading on your energy, just schedule a paid reading with me in DM!

(Se quiser uma leitura na sua energia, basta agendar uma leitura paga comigo na DM!)

If that found you, it was for a reason. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t resonate.

(Se isso encontrou você, é por uma razão. Pegue o que ressoar e deixe o que não ressoa.)

Card 1: Enter your power! Try to love yourself and take care of yourself. Remember who you are. Be in your feminine energy where you do not chase and yes, you attract everything you want, be it abundance and enter your most creative moment.

(Carta 1 - Entre em seu poder! Busque se amar e cuidar de você. Lembre-se de quem você é. Esteja em sua energia feminina onde você não persegue e sim, você atrai tudo que você quer, seja a abundancia e entre em seu momento mais criativo..)

Card 2 - This is very similar to the daily message I posted today, if you want to check about it in detail, just enter my profile. Here you ask again to reevaluate your love life in specific, be it a situation, a relationship, an engagement or a marriage that is not working again and that is taking the color off your face. The question is: "Is this still worth it?" Open your hand to this, even if you have to admit defeat.

(Carta 2: Isto é bem parecido com a mensagem diaria que eu postei hoje, caso queira verificar sobre ela detalhadamente, basta entrar no meu perfil. Aqui pede novamente para reavaliar a sua vida amorosa em especifico, seja uma situação, um namoro, um noivado ou um casamento que não está funcionando novamente e que esteja tirando a cor do seu rosto. A pergunta é: “Isto ainda vale a pena?”. Abra a mao disto, mesmo que precise admitir a derrota.)

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[midnight-pluto]

BITTERSWEET — 42!miles morales

TROPES: my poor attempt at angst, minor fluff

UNIVERSE: canon-divergent

PAIRING(S): 42!miles morales x gn!reader

WARNING(S): translated Spanish (please correct me), reader is still learning Spanish, 42!miles is a sad boi, mentions of death, ooc!miles I think?? (I really don’t know, this man got 2 minutes of screen-time)

A/N: is this original? not really. is this self-indulgent? absolutely. 42!miles is in purple 1610!miles is in red. Also sorry if this is all over the place, I was lowkey kinda sick when I wrote this

HOW DID MILES even end up in the spider society’s headquarters? Other Miles.

“Look man, I appreciate you bringing me here, but I really don’t see the point of me being here.”

“Dude, the only people you ever talk that your close to is mom, uncle Aaron, and me,” the tallest rebutted.

Miles was about to retort that those weren’t the only people he was close with but quickly snapped his mouth back shut, bringing back bittersweet memories.

— FLASHBACK

“Miles!” you called out, hurrying up your walking pace into a slight jog, “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“Of course. No podía tener al amor de mi vida aquí solo en estas calles a punto de ser asaltado,” he replied offering his hand which you took, and began walking.

“Wait, did you just call me ‘love of your life?’” you question after finally translating it in your mind, obviously flustered by his sudden declaration.

“You’re getting better, amar,” he compliments placing a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“Hey! Don’t ignore my question!”

Abruptly pausing your walk to your place, he swiftly drags you to the side of the street pulling you closer, “Sí, eres el amor de mi vida. Now, am I the love of your life?” he inquires with a soft whisper, squeezing your hand.

“My love is all for you, amado,” you softly chuckle placing a kiss, squeezing his hand back.

“That’s right, I am your beloved,” he smiled cockily, pulling you closer to him, with his arm around your shoulder instead of holding your hand in his, resuming the walk.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“We’re not close,” he huffed out.

“We’re literally the same person, but you somehow ended up emo and even more of a nerd than I am.”

One look from the other, made Miles immediately shape up again, “Um, anyways! This is the cafeteria, though not a lot of people are here right now since for some reason at exactly 3:33 PM no one’s ever hungry.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, but in the next 10 minutes or so, this place should be filled,” as if on cue 2 spider-people came swinging in.

“What’s up Miles and new guy!” Pavitr greeted, taking off his mask to show off his perfectly white smile.

‘So bright…’

“Finally, now your the new guy Prowler me.”

“No your still the new guy.”

“Wait why?! We’ve known each other for two months! And I’ve had practically 2 years of experience being Spider-man!” Miles exclaimed, making incoherent gestures with his arms.

“Yeah, but this guy just has the vibes, y’know?” Pavitr explained, making contact with Miles’ shoulder, immediately making said boy stiffen. “Oh, my bad bro,” he apologized, releasing his hand.

Miles just grunted in acknowledgment turning his attention to the other spider-person in the room, who was just standing there awkwardly.

“Uhm, hi?” they said, giving him a shy wave.

Immediately Miles’ half lidded eyes shoot all the way open at the familiar voice that came out of their mouth.

“Mi corazón?”

— FLASHBACK

“Uhm, hi?” those were the exact words you spoke when you first met Miles.

You both had been partnered with each other by default since you both were absent the day the project way assigned. He barely responded to any of your advances of being better acquaintances.

It was hard to tell and pinpoint an exact time when your friendship started, but all Miles knew, is that he wasn’t letting go of your relationship till the day you died. Just as his beloved nickname of yours stated itself.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“Uh… Dude? Are you okay? Because I swear I heard you say, ‘My hea-‘“ Miles was quickly cut off by a hand slapping his mouth shut.

“Shut your goddamn mouth,” he stares into Miles’ eyes before adding a small: “Please,” almost unheard.

‘He said please?!’

Slowly nodding his head, Miles slowly turned towards the other spider-person.

“Oh! Right, this is Y/N! Our latest member of the spider-society,” Pavitr introduced, making Y/N remove their mask.

“Hi, like Pavitr said, I am Y/N. Nice to meet you both,” they gave a polite smile and reached their hand out to greet the two.

“I’m Miles, and this: is also Miles! Another version of me,” the boy in the black and red spider-costume greeted, taking Y/N’s outstretched hand.

“Or you’re another version of me,” the boy in purple grumbled, “You can just call me the Prowler.”

‘He’s avoiding eye contact… Did I do something wrong? Is he just, nervous? He doesn’t strike me as the type to get easily nervous by new people…’ Y/N’s eyes narrow in thought at the newly dubbed ‘Prowler.’

“Well, I’m gonna get lunch before any others get here, see y’all around,” they say before making the braided haired boy too uncomfortable, and walking to the stands.

“Dude, what was that?” Miles questioned.

“What’re you talkin’ bout’ man?”

“‘What am I talkin’ about?’ I’m talkin’ about the way you interacted with Y/N! You were lookin’ everywhere but them.”

“Jus’ drop it man,” he sighed before turning around, “Ima jus go find that bathroom you were talkin’ bout.”

Walking away, his mind drifted back towards you; the you he just met, the spider-you, the alive you. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, he refused to go back down that road.

You were just a bittersweet memory after all.