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Yeeees yes yes yes to all of this!!! I’m for Gwen being happy but man she doesn’t need a relationship rn 😭
How do you feel about flowerbyte and ghostflower? (Miles x Margo) and (Miles x Gwen)
Tbh it’s hard for me to be invested in anything to do with Margo because she’s just unfortunately another ATSV character that we see so little of.
Therefore, purely off the fact that I know so little about her, I’m not sure if I can say I actively ship Flowerbyte. In the face of Ghostflower however? I root for Flowerbyte all the way 🫡
As I’ve said before, I’m not here to debate or hurt feelings. With that said, as I’ve also stated before, man oh man I do not like Ghostflower :((
We truly do not see enough of Gwen and Miles in my opinion for romance to be established. Friends? Sure! Absolutely! Give me a main character pair of male female friends where no romance happens cause god we don’t have enough media of that! But romance? I wholeheartedly do not buy it, especially on Gwens end. Miles? Sure, he’s a silly teenage boy, I can see him falling easily, but definitely not Gwen.
Thanks so much for the ask though! I super appreciate it and would love to answer more!💕
her with the violet eyes
The neon purple hands of (dimension 42) Aaron Davis’ analog clock signaled to Miles that it was nearing the twelve o’clock hour. He layed freshly showered, in borrowed fleece pajamas that he swore he had a pair of back home. The red leather loveseat/futon in Aaron’s condo was identical to the one his father sold over a year ago and despite the comfortable plushness of the mattress, Miles knew he was getting no shut eye tonight. Given the fact his body was in four different dimensions in a singular day, Miles should’ve been knocked out by now; however he was wide awake. It wasn’t because of the rattling sound of Aaron’s running refrigerator or the fact that his alternate self was in fetal position right beside him. What kept him awake and alert was his mind replaying the past 16 hours on a 4X speed loop. As if…if he stopped thinking about it for one second, he’d forget everything. Miles scoffed when soft snores began to emit from his Earth 42 counterpart, indicating he was now sound asleep. Contrarily, the prowler swore on his late abuelitos grave that he would be posted up all night to make sure Miles didn’t try anything funny. Miles thought it to be likely that his other self trusted him more than he was willing to admit; there was no way he would’ve dozed off if he didn’t. Either way, the jaded teen had nothing to worry about. Miles knew his best shot at finding a collider and getting home was with his and his Uncle's assistance; running away would push him farther from his goal. The young Spiderman decided hours ago that he couldn’t afford to be impulsive at the moment, his father was running on borrowed time. The random pieces of advanced tech in Aaron’s apartment caused his thoughts to drift to the utopia that was Nueva York. Of course the famous Spider Society would be based in such an advanced dimension; with their high speed trams, self-driving cars, opulent glass skyscrapers, AI assistants, avatars…
...Cute avatar girls to be more specific…
Even if he wanted to, Miles couldn’t stop his train of thought from heading in that direction. Getting acquainted with her was definitely one of the highlights of this tumultuous day. He was in a facility full of spider people- more spider people than he ever could've imagined, but there was something about her. The pleasant, invigorating zing! that tickled his brain when he first registered her being. He never thought a Spider sense could feel so amazing. His attraction to her wasn't subconscious for long because he quickly found her to be witty, intelligent, assured. How could he not give her all his attention? If it were up to Miles, he would've followed her around headquarters for the rest of that day; asking about the function of every machine in the place- just to hear her talk. For a total of five minutes, he didn't give a damn about meeting Miguel O'Hara. Miles wasn't afraid of Miguel in the slightest, but the knowledge that she'd likely face hefty repercussions for aiding his escape made his stomach harden. She didn't have to help him, she barely even knew him and vice versa. And yet under her violet gaze, he felt seen... for the first time in a while.
'I'll never see her again.'
The thought made him miserable, but he had to face the facts. She was dimensions away and was probably regretting her noble act towards him...as well as meeting him in the first place. He couldn't even properly thank her- or at least protect her from Miguel's brutish wrath. His talons ripping through the barrier, fangs bared, red eyes bulging through it’s sockets- Miles thought he was done for, but then he turned and looked at her. She was a wreck and it was obvious to Miles that she had much to lose if she didn’t abide by Miguel’s orders. Brilliantly, she overrode his tampering and Miles was prepared for her to deactivate the machine. But then she met his pleading gaze and fixed him with a look of her own- not the look of pity he’d grown used to seeing on others- no, it was a look if recognition. Her affirming nod. It was a relief that at least someone in that big fancy place understood his actions. The stubborn part of Miles' mind kicked in quickly. Even if they would never cross paths again, Miles was determined to remember her. The way her pixilated hair perfectly mimicked a tight curl pattern, her upturned feline eyes, and not to forget her endearing tooth gap. If he were home, he'd utilize his sketchbook. Draw her to the last detail while she was still fresh in his mind. For now, his memory would have to do. Miles remembered her lilting voice as she teased him, her naturally beguiling aura. He forgot his own name because he was too keen on learning hers. No one ever made him feel the way she did and Miles knew at that moment that it'd be impossible to forget her. In fact it was more likely than not that he would fall into the same old pattern he was in this past year. Fantasizing about a spider girl from a different dimension. Only this time, Miles was sure this girl wouldn't randomly apparate to his house a year later. And maybe that was a blessing in disguise, maybe it's best that she remained a beautiful fantasy. One that could never pose a threat to his emotional well-being. Far a way and untouchable, only appearing in his dreams at night and making her way to the back of his mind during his busy days. He should only be so lucky if- "Gah!" Miles was torn out of his bout of angst when a bony knee dug into the right side of his abdomen. He looked over to his dimensional equivalent who had the audacity to sneer at him in his sleep. The young prowler maneuvered his body to a more comfortable position on his stomach and grumbled as if to say...
'Can you stop thinkin' so damn loud? I'm tryna sleep here.'
The two were complete opposites- that much was clear to him, but Miles wondered if his other self was also prone to getting attached to girls he just met. If only they were on better terms; Miles could talk to him and not have to internalize the anguish of knowing he'll never cross paths with her again. He let out a heavy sigh and attempted to clear his mind of all the uncertainty of what was to come the next day. Instead, he focused on the neon purple hands of the clock. Soon enough, repose began to take over his being and he could've sworn the neon purple looked violet.