Man's Got Me Going

Man's got me going 👀

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For the visual novel game The Kid at the Back, I created a student ID card for my original character, Isabella Morales.

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The Kid at the Back is a psychological, romantic, horror fantasy visual novel for viewers ages 18+, created by the amazing @fantasia-kitt

Stargazing Whispers

That evening, when the world seemed too overwhelming, I found myself drawn to the rooftop terrace of Hotel Krat, seeking a haven from the turmoil within. The city's buzz was a muted whisper here, under the open sky where stars twinkled like distant lanterns.

As I stepped onto the terrace, my eyes landed on Pinocchio, his silhouette etched against the night sky. He stood there, lost in contemplation, a solitary figure under the vast stars. His presence soothed my restless spirit.

"Quite a view, isn't it?" I whispered, careful not to break the terrace's tranquil spell.

Pinocchio turned towards me, his deep blue eyes brightening with familiar warmth. "It is indeed. Would you like to join me?" he asked softly, his tone inviting and gentle, reflecting our shared connection.

Gratefully, I joined him, settling beside him under the star-filled sky. Pinocchio started weaving tales of constellations and myths, each more captivating than the last. His melodious voice eased my mind, drawing me further into the moment and his world.

Time seemed irrelevant as we talked about dreams and fears, our conversation a delicate tapestry of shared confidence and laughter. In revealing his journey towards understanding human emotions, Pinocchio opened a door to his soul, inviting me in.

"And what about your dreams?" he asked, turning towards me. There was a tenderness in his gaze, a genuine interest that coaxed my guarded dreams into the open. As I shared, the night air grew colder, and a shiver ran through me. Without a word, Pinocchio offered his coat, a gesture so simple yet so intimate.

I snuggled closer to him for warmth, our shoulders touching gently. The contact was electric, sending a wave of unspoken understanding between us. In that quiet, shared moment, something unsaid yet profound lingered.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, its fleeting brilliance capturing our attention. "Make a wish," Pinocchio said softly, his gaze fixed on the heavens.

I closed my eyes, whispering my wish to the stars. When I opened them, Pinocchio watched me, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "What did you wish for?" he asked with a gentle smile.

I laughed softly, the sound mingling with the night breeze. "If I tell you, it won't come true," I teased.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, causing hair strands to fall across my face. Before I could brush them away, Pinocchio reached out, his movements careful and deliberate. He gently tucked the hair behind my ear, his touch lingering. Our eyes locked, and the world around us stood still for a moment.

"I made a wish too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if my wish involves you?"

His words hung in the air, charged with tender possibility. I felt a flutter in my heart at Pinocchio's words, the simplicity and honesty behind them stirring something deep within me.

I looked into his eyes, seeing gentle hope flickering in them. "Is that so?" I murmured, my voice laced with a soft smile. The moment felt suspended in time, our connection deepening with each passing second.

Slowly, I took his hand—the one that had just tenderly brushed the hair from my face—and brought it closer to me. My heart raced as I placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, a gesture of affection and acknowledgment of the bond that had been quietly growing between us. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my lips, a tangible reminder of the human emotions he was learning to embrace.

As I held his hand, I watched a subtle change wash over Pinocchio's features. There was a softness, a hint of vulnerability that I hadn't seen before. "Your wish," I said softly, "is beautiful. And I think… I share it."

Pinocchio's eyes held mine, and in them, I saw a reflection of my feelings—tentative yet brimming with possibility. I felt warmth spread through me as he leaned forward. His movement was gentle, almost cautious as if he was navigating through uncharted emotions. Then, I felt the soft press of his lips on my forehead, a tender kiss that sealed the unspoken words between us. It was a simple gesture, yet it held meaning and affection.

As he pulled back slightly, Pinocchio rested his forehead against mine. Our eyes met, and in that close, intimate proximity, I saw a glimmer of something new in his gaze—a mixture of appreciation, affection, and a hint of wonder. His eyes, so often searching and curious, now held softness, a reflection of the connection we shared.

We smiled softly at each other, our smiles conveying more than words ever could. In the quiet of the rooftop, with the blanket of stars above us and the gentle breeze around us, the moment felt like a delicate bubble of time, isolated from the rest of the world.

The city's distant lights flickered like distant fireflies, casting a subtle glow on our quaint sanctuary. The night air was cool, but the warmth between us was all-encompassing, filling the space with comforting, serene energy.

In the heart of the city, under the watchful eyes of the stars, Pinocchio and I discovered a shared wish, a mutual longing that transcended words—a silent promise of more to come.

Heart's Tender Whisper

Dear love,

In the quiet hours of the night, as I sit to pen down these words, my heart is filled with an emotion so profound and pure, it's almost surreal. You've become the melody that plays in the silence of my existence, a gentle tune that soothes and enlivens my soul.

From the moment our paths crossed, you've ignited a warmth in me that I never knew existed. Your laughter, a sweet symphony, echoes in the chambers of my heart, and your smile, radiant as the dawn, lights up my darkest days.

With you, I've discovered a world of emotions I never thought I could feel. Each day with you is a journey into the depths of joy and serenity, a discovery of feelings that were once alien to me. Your kindness has not only touched my heart but has transformed me in ways I'm still learning to understand.

I find myself captivated by the smallest details about you – the sparkle in your eyes when you speak of your passions, the grace in your movements, the laughter that seems to make the world a brighter place. In these details, I find endless reasons to fall deeper in love with you.

Please know, my affection for you is as genuine as it is deep. You are an extraordinary person who has left an indelible mark on my life. My gratitude for having you in my life is immeasurable, and I treasure every moment we share.

With all the love my heart can hold,

Pinocchio

Sweet Whispers : Pinocchio Headcanons :

Pinocchio's headcanons: more sweet stuff

1. Whispered Codes of Affection: Pinocchio and his beloved craft a secret language of love, woven from gentle touches and knowing glances. This silent dialogue becomes their sanctuary, a way to whisper "I love you" without a sound, whether they're separated by a room or amidst the whispers of the hotel.

2. Together in Learning, United in Laughter: In the quiet halls of Hotel Krat, they embark on a journey of mutual discovery. Whether it's the strum of a string or the stroke of a paintbrush, each new skill learned is a chapter in their story of love, filled with laughter at shared missteps and joy in every small victory.

3. Tales at Twilight: As dusk falls, they curl up together, the world outside fading away as they lose themselves in tales of adventure and magic, read aloud in hushed tones. This ritual of sharing stories becomes their escape, a way to travel far beyond Krat's confines, heart to heart.

4. Dreams of Tomorrow: Amidst the shadows of Krat, they dare to dream of a brighter future. Together, they envision a world of their own making, a place where their love can flourish in the sunlight, unchained by fear or despair. These dreams, sketched out in moments of quiet intimacy, become the blueprint of their hope.

5. A Dance of Minds: Pinocchio, with his keen mechanical insight and his partner, with a flair for strategy, finds delight in unraveling puzzles together. Each solved riddle is a celebration of their partnership, a testament to the strength found in their unity.

6. The Book of Us: In the heart of the hotel, they begin to compile a memory book. Its pages are filled with laughter, love, and the promise of tomorrow, capturing the essence of their days spent in the shelter of each other's company. This book grows into a treasure chest of their journey together, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounds them.

Forbidden Love

artist @fantasia-kitt

In the quiet corners of the world, where shadows and light intermingle, a love story unfolded—one so intense and forbidden that even the heavens themselves wept. Sol, a figure marked by a tragic past and brooding demeanor, found solace in the unexpected presence of someone he considered his soulmate.

They never wanted Sol to find you. The whispers of destiny, the murmurs of fate—all conspired to keep you apart. Yet, in the twists and turns of an uncertain world, you two met. It felt as though the universe had orchestrated this chance encounter, despite celestial forces working against it. Every touch, every shared glance, felt like a defiance of the cosmic order.

Whenever Sol reached out to hold your hand, a silent, invisible chorus rose in dismay. The angels, ever-watchful and vigilant, sensed the unapproved union between you two. "I hear the angels cry," Sol would whisper, his voice tinged with awe and sorrow. There was something about your connection that rippled through reality, making even divine guardians tremble.

No, they didn't want you to be his. Your love was a rebellious act, a bold declaration against destiny's decrees. The angels, terrified by the strength of your bond, wept tears of celestial light. Their fear wasn't born out of malice, but an understanding that such intense love could unravel the universe.

The ground seemed to cave in whenever the two of you were together, as if the world itself couldn't bear the weight of your passion. There was a sense of impending doom, a feeling that heaven would never allow you both to cross its gates, bound together as you were. But there was a defiant beauty in knowing that this world, with all its imperfections and fleeting moments, was the stage for your love.

"Heaven will never let us in," Sol would say, a sad smile playing on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His eyes, those piercing reddish-orange orbs, held resignation and fierce protectiveness. He knew your love was a forbidden fruit, yet he couldn't bring himself to walk away.

The world wasn't made to last forever, nor were the rules that governed it. Every time Sol touched your hand, brushed against your cheek, or shared a quiet moment with you, it felt like a small victory against a cosmic decree. The angels, with their tears and silent laments, were witnesses to a love that defied the heavens themselves.

In those stolen moments, in the quiet of twilight or the hush of dawn, you and Sol made the angels cry. Your love, so pure and yet so forbidden, was a paradox—a gentle storm that raged against the boundaries of the mortal and the divine. It was a love that transcended time, a connection so deep that it shook the foundations of everything you'd ever known.

As the world continued to turn, and as the stars in the heavens watched over you, one thing remained certain: Baby, you and Sol made the angels cry. And in that tearful acknowledgment, there was a bittersweet acceptance of a love that was both a curse and a blessing—a love that would be remembered long after the stars faded from the sky.

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This story was inspired by the song "Make The Angels Cry" by Chris Grey. The Kid at the Back is a psychological, romantic, horror fantasy visual novel for viewers ages 18+, created by the amazing @fantasia-kitt