#miles singer

[hurglewurm]

trying to figure out faces for these gay people in witchmark by cl polk hehehe... had a lot of fun giving tristan the most Jaw ever

[id: two bust illustrations of miles singer, followed by two bust illustrations of tristan hunter. miles is wearing a black waistcoat and green tie in one drawing, seen in profile, wearing small round glasses. in the other, he is facing the viewer, wearing a brown coat. his "little doctor glasses" are labelled, as are his sack jacket, his tired face, and his unbrushed hair. he has an olive complexion and dark brown hair, with honey brown eyes.

the first drawing of tristan has him facing the viewer, wearing a grey waistcoat with a silver ascot. his wavy blond hair is braided over one shoulder and artfully swept back. he has arched brows, narrow blue eyes, a prominent jaw, full lips, and slightly tan skin. he has one dimple. in the other drawing he is seen in profile, wearing a red robe embroidered with gold, using one hand to brush loose hair off his forehead. his thick eyebrows, "silly monogrammed robe", and blond hair are labelled. end id.]

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Book names + authors under the cut

Robbie Fontaine/Kelly Bennet- Green Creek Series by TJ Klune

Miles Singer/Tristan Hunter- Witchmark (Kingston Cycle) by C.L. Polk

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton- The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue(The Montague Siblings) by Mackenzi Lee

Agatha Wellbelove/Niamh Brody- Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell

[radiantmists]

someone who's read witchmark please help me decipher the symbolism of miles choosing 'singer' as his fake surname when the whole reason he had to go into hiding is because he wasn't a storm-singer.

is a singer, to him, someone who's free? who has power and can use it for good? or is the name his way of keeping a tie to his family, to grace?

i feel like there has to be something there but i can't decide what.

[gncrezan]

the established orion-romance dreams have gotten to me. what will my delusional visions reveal to me next <3

[boywthetattoo]

singer! Miles Morales from a punkflower AU.

I love him sm, and it was so fun making lil album covers!! he's so babygirl.

[nicodrawings]

More G.A.T.S stuff. A illustration I didn't feel like finishing, a tiny comic and some ganke sketches with the different clothes he would wear, a lot of clothes from his dad's closet.

Some more stuff about this story If you wanna know about it:

-Billie is an infant in canon but in my story she's like 4. She loves learning about animals and loves birds (pigeons are her favorite).

-Ganke is half Japanese half Korean. His father was Korean and his mother is Japanese. His mother is from New York but his father was a country boy from Kansas. His relationship with his parents wasn't good and he moved to New York for work and that's where they met.

- I mentioned that Ganke is good at the piano and guitar but I wanted to add that Miles is pretty decent at the drums. He learned when he was a kid but stopped at one point but he still drums out of habit.

-The spiders have a somewhat set schedule as to how they do spider patrols. Peter takes most of the weight as the kids are going through school. Miles patrols mostly during the evenings and nights bc its his last year and he's on the verge of not graduating so he's gotta focus of that. Gwen does it during late afternoon to evenings since she gets out earlier due to her free periods in school. Hobart does it sporadically in the evenings for a reason I'll explain later.

-I wanted the story to add emphases that these are kids. Yea Miles and Gwen are 18 but that's still a very young age to be handling such a big role. Empathizing with them and showing the emotional and physical tole it had on them is something I wanted to show bc the comics don't do a great job of it.

-with that being said all spiders deal with anxiety and CPTSD.

-Gwen doesn't patrol while she's on her period.

-If Miles's spidey senses go off and he's at school they can become really bad migraines until someone can handle it. They all get migraines but his is especially bad.

-They take extra strong ibuprofen.

Update: Edited the comic

[pokemanteau]

[ID: a lineless digital drawing of Phoenix Wright and miles Edgeworth from the Ace Attorney franchise. Phoenix is standing in his Objection! Pose, with Edgeworth towards the right, facing away from him with his face obscured. There is a single spotlight cutting through the black background to land on phoenix, while Edgeworth is in shadow. On Phoenix’s side, text reads “I’ll be your mirror” with “mirror” stretched out unnaturally. On edgeworth’s, there is swooping text which reads “reflect what you are” looking over him. End ID] FINALLY finished this piece, it took me SO LONG lol. I’m really not used to working in this sort of style. I’ve posted b4 about how “I’ll be your mirror” is maybe the most wrightworth song ever, and I hope this drawing proves it. I also hope you all caught my (very very obvious) Symbolism.

[misskattylashes]

Unless anyone can prove differently. Alex has never kissed or particularly interacted with a woman in any music video

[lauriquasar]

Nobody as Weak as I Feel — FINN WOLFHARD

pairing; Finn Wolfhard x singer!gn!reader

synopsis; the reader is a musician who is performing in front a large audience for the first time, but finn isn’t there to support them :(

authors note; every time I see a clip of Olivia Rodrigo and Louis Partridge I gain a year of life (Louis at Olivia's concerts inspired this fic thx yall) , also this feels so clunky i’m sorry if the chunks of text are difficult to read 😭

lowercase intended , not proof-read , 667 words , originally was an x character

Y/n threw off the hoodie they were wearing, before pulling out their phone to call their boyfriend, Finn. They were preforming for the first time, in front of an audience of at least 9,000 people which obviously had them on edge, and left without comfort.

Finn was supposed to be coming but, he was busy doing interviews and events for his new movie. And honestly he had plenty of time to get there after, but jumping back into the spotlight had him busy and out of time for personal affairs. Finn always came to y/n's concerts, but usually they were smaller, way smaller.

"You're coming over later though, right?"

Y/n asked through the phone to Finn.

Of course, make sure to get Millie or Caleb to send me a video, okay?

"I'll tell them,"

Y/n sighed.

I love you so much, I'm so sorry I can't make it

"It's fine. I'll be fine— as long as you come over later!"

Y/n felt a lump arise in their throat. Something about Finn seeming so close but being so far away, made y/n almost angry.

You know I will! And we can do whatever you want when I get there

"Thanks Finn, love you. Okay, I gotta go get ready, my designer is here, bye."

Bye, I love you, and I'm so proud of you

"Yeah, I love you too, and thanks."

Y/n hung up and held their head in their hands, until the kind designer offered their comfort— then got started on getting y/n ready.

After about 40 minutes of the stage being occupied with other artists preparing the crowd for y/n, it was finally their turn to perform.

Y/n walked onto the stage, hearing their heart bounding in their ears along with the multitude of applause— sure they were going to fuck something up somehow.

"Hello everyone, holy shit I'm so nervous,"

Y/n giggles into the mic, making everyone else in the audience laugh. They scanned the audience for anyone they knew, before finding Millie and Caleb in the middle of the venue— which gave them an ounce of peace.

"Should I tell you the song or, you know what you'll figure it out,"

Y/n stops themselves from speaking any further, worried about embarrassing themselves anymore than they already felt and started to play their most popular single. Once they heard the crowd singing along, they started to feel more at ease.

The concert had ended about an hour later, y/n went to go find Millie and Caleb, to thank them for coming and to ask if they got any good videos.

As y/n was leaving the venue, they were stopped by a multitude of people asking for pictures and acknowledgment. They took as many as they could before trying to run away, though they couldn't get far before they felt a hand slip into theirs.

They looked up to see who the hell had suddenly grabbed their hand, until they noticed a familiar head of dark hair and big brown eyes.

"you were great! the set list was so fucking good,"

Finn spoke into y/n's ear while y/n tried their hardest to engulf finn in the biggest hug they could while still walking to the exit.

"when the hell did you get here?"

y/n asked pure excitement shining through their words.

"i got here basically the second you started, although i saw a bit of TV Girl when i came,"

y/n smiled and continued to walk with finn holding their hand out of the venue, and finally getting to their car while finn showed y/n all the badass videos he took of them on stage.

[miles-is-so-gay]

ok so heres my 2024 shittastic ms paint valentines, not all of them amazing but hey not everything can be baller ig idfk

[milesandcorysupermacy]

can you do a fic we’re y/n is miles(doesn’t matter which one) little sister who can lowkey sing but denies it

HEEEEEY, POOKIE! So ik I took long to answer ur request but u inspired me to write again because I can actually relate to this 😭

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"Mariposa"

1610!Miles x Younger-SISTER-Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Reader is 13, Miles is 15, Me not knowing anthing about the music industry, Not spell checked bc im lazy, Reader recorded without her consent (it'll make sense, I promise 😭)

Songs that were used: 'In Your Hands' By Halle, and 'Hailey's Comet' By Billie Eilish

Summary: You've always thought you could sing well, but you never considered it was exceptionally well. When you're confronted with other people's opinions on your singing, you start to change your mind. Can you really sing?

Taglist:

@we-loveebony

@im-miss-simp

@ilovespiderverseee

@maxoloqy

@edgyficuselastica

@thehighlordishere

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You walked into your kitchen, humming the soft melodies of the Billie Eilish song playing in your shared airpod with your older brother, Miles.

"Hey, you wanna order tacos? Your treat, by the way."

You turn to him, confused from this comment since he usually pays. You hate to admit anything nice about him, but one thing you can say is...he's a gentleman.

"Why am I paying?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this will jog your memory."

Your over-dramatic sibling says as he points to a scar on his left cheek. You sheepishly chuckle as you scratch the back of your neck, embarrassed. The scar he's referring to is from two days ago when you threw scissors at him.

"Oh, right. In my defense, I thought your spidey senses would make you catch it."

Miles gasped.

"HOW?!?!!? I was holding sketches! If you thought I would drop my precious babies for some scissors...you clearly don't know me, mother's other child."

He said, not referring to you by name anymore. You rolled your eyes as you threatened him with the worst thing of all...no food.

"Well, if you're not even referring to me by name anymore, I guess you don't want any tacos!"

Miles immediately frowned, gasping from your threat.

"No! I love you my most beautiful, sweet, elegant sister! I still want the tacos! Make mine carne asada, please!"

You rolled your eyes at his willingness to switch up so easily. You sighed, opening your Uber Eats app to find the closest taco place.

"What a drag to love you like I do, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh"

You sang quietly along to the infectious melodies of Billie Eilish's 'Hailey's Comet'. Miles just stared at you, stunned. He's never heard you sing unless you were joking around, but right now he could've sworn you were a Grammy-nominated artist. He let this keep going on until the song ended, still staring at you while you absent-mindedly look into your phone. Not noticing him staring daggers into the side of your face.

"Ok, I placed the orde-"

"You sounded really good just now, why didn't you tell anyone you could sing like that?"

You stared at him bug-eyed, not knowing how to respond to all this sudden attention on you. Being the younger sister of Miles Morales, you just kinda got used to flying under his radar. I mean, he's a *almost* Straight A student, exceptionally good at art, a superhero, and he's in one of the most prestigious schools in Brooklyn. How could you even compete with that?

You're just a 13 year old girl who passes all her classes to keep her and her parents sane, and pretty much nothing after that. You acknowledged this hidden talent, but immediately compared yourself to other singers and realized that you would get crushed in that audition room. You weren't some Beyonce waiting to happen, you were just a girl. A girl who has absolutely no idea what she's doing.

"Why? What do you mean why, Miles? Have you heard all the other singers out there? Dude, I would get fucking crushed the moment I let out the first note. Not just that, but you're so obviously mom and dad's favorite. I mean, every time I come home with a B I feel like an idiot compared to you. You're just better than me, and everyone knows it. I fly under your radar, Miles. Every time that you, mom, or dad introduce me to somebody, you guys always say Miles' little sister. Face it, dude. I can't compare to you."

Miles felt his heart shatter hearing your words. As a big brother, his job was to protect you. How could he do that when he was causing the problem himself? He never looked down on you, he was proud to have you as a sister and he couldn't believe that you felt this way about yourself. What made it even worse was the fact that you started crying, he immediately sprung into action when he saw the tears falling. He engulfed you in a hug, feeling extremely guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Mariposa. I never even realized that the family was downplaying you like this, you're incredible and deserve to be seen as such."

You felt a smirk coming onto your lips from the nickname that he called you, referring to your Halloween costume from 10 years ago. Small moments like this made you realize that you had a brother who loved you, and would talk to you about anything. That's all that matters, right? You and him against the world...well, maybe just him. (Give the man credit, he's literally spiderman.)

"It's fine, I'm sorry to drop all of this on you. I feel like I kinda overreacted."

You awkwardly chuckled as Miles look at you like you were a woman gone mad.

"Why are you sorry? I'm glad you brung it up, now I can be more aware whenever I see it happen again. The fact that you feel like you're always under my radar is even more of a reason to get yourself out there! Who knows, I mean maybe Mami and Dad could hire you a manager. We're in New York, this IS industry city."

You thought about the idea for a second and honestly, it sounded great at first. Then you started to realize that you were 13, about to graduate 8th grade, and have no experience in vocal training. The once great idea started to sound like a complete fail.

"While I appreciate your excitement, Miles. I'm barely a high schooler, and have no experience. If I were to make it in the industry, it be pure luck!"

You waved him off as he was walking around you in a circle, spewing ideas. Starting to become annoyed with how invested he truly is in your life, a blessing and a curse.

"Well maybe if we go to the mall and-"

"What? No, that's so idiotic."

"Well, if you can open for an artist's tour-"

"How am I gonna do that with my middle class, Afro-Hispanic family in Brooklyn, New York?"

"Well, I got a few piggy bank-"

Miles was thankfully interrupted by a notification from your phone saying that the tacos were downstairs at the front desk.

"Thank fuck."

You whispered as the notification saved you from hearing any more of Miles' idiotic ideas.

"Miles, you mind going to get it?"

"Yea, just gimme a sec."

He says as he puts his shoes on, but that's really just a cover for his plan. He decided to play one of your favorite songs right now, 'In Your Hands'. He did this since he knew you wouldn't be able to resist singing it, especially since nobody else is around. While he's downstairs, he left his phone recording in the apartment so that he could catch your angelic voice and show it to his parents. Great plan....well, at least he hopes so.

~Timeskip~

While you and Miles play Wii Bowling on the living room TV, (you were beating his ass btw) your parents walk in. You both greet them and help with groceries, you then decide that you wanted to take a shower and exit the room. This gives Miles time to execute his plan!

(We're gonna pan over to Miles' scene bc I'm not. writing about you taking a boring ass shower.)

"Ok, we have like 40 mins until she's done with her nightly routine."

Miles says very suspiciously which causes his parents to feel concerned about him.

"Miles, buddy. You alright? I hope you're not sick or anything."

Jeff says as he cautiously touches Miles' forehead. His mother begins to chime in with the concern too.

"Yeah, you do look kinda pale."

Rio says, also touching the poor boy's face.

"He does, doesn't he? I'm glad I wasn't the only one noticing-"

"I'm not pale, I'm very pigmented!"

Miles whisper shouts. His parents back off with their hands up in a surrendering motion.

"Anyway, I wanted to show you guys a video of Y/N that I took. I know it sounds weird, but it's a video of her singing. It sounds really nice and I want her to have a talent of her own since everyone compares us."

His parents smile with approval and appreciation of how nice your brother was being towards you right now.

"Well, show us whatcha got!"

Rio says, enthusiastically. Miles opens his camera app and plays the video, immediately smiling at your perfect voice as you sing the melodic notes of the song.

"In your Hands, in your hands.

You can't let go or you'll lose your chance.

'Cause after me, you'll never fall in love again, la-la-la."

You melodically sung along to the song ans your parents stared at the phone with shock. They listened to the whole 3 minute video and smiled the whole way through, stunned by your almost perfect vocals.

"Wow...I can't believe that's my baby girl singing!"

Rio said, bewildered.

After some time, you finally walk out the bathroom with your pajamas and a towel on your head. Your family just stared at you with shock as you walked toward the kitchen for water.

"What? Am I not supposed to drink this water or something?"

"Girl, where'd you learn to sing like that?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at your dad, believing he's truly lost it this time.

"What are you talking about?"

Miles smiled cheekily at you as he played the video of your singing. You immediately grew embarrassed as you felt your face heat up and eyes widen.

"Miles, I'll kill you!"

You shouted as you charged towards your older brother who hid behind his mom.

"Baby, this is great! We signed you up for vocal lessons and even got you a meeting with a manager tomorrow, that's...if you say yes, of course."

Your mom trailed off.

"You better say yes, this stuff wasn't cheap!"

Jeff complained as your mom shot him a glare.

"Fine, I'll do it."

You said as you smiled from your families interest in you and your interests. You and your family conversed on some logistics and commitments that you will have to make for this newfound hobby. With that, there was just one more question to ask...

"So, what will your artist name be? We need a name to put on the email to the record label."

You looked up at your older brother and smiled before saying...

"Mariposa."

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THIS IS ITTT 🤑🤑

The first post after my lil hiatus 🤧

Anyway, I hope yall liked it and thanks to the anon who sent this, ima answer the other request I got too!

💞💞

[galvynor]

The killer

inspired by the second picture it looks like alex stabbed miles lol, so this is the killer AU

[cyberkitty1]

The break up wasn't too messy but it hurt a ton. you were very serious about your career and he knew that. you broke up with him, and you didn’t give him a lame excuse like wanting to focus on your music. he was wi5 you from the very beginning and you always had time for him. it got to the point where he wasn’t making time for you.

he would skip dates for work, wouldn’t call or text for days . he even went on a week trip without even bothering to let you know. not even his own mother knew, you were worried waiting for him until out of the blue he called.

“ hey ma how you doin”?”

“ miles? what is wrong with you! do you know how scared me and tour mother were? you just left!”

“ yea i know i just needed time away”

“ time away? time away from what? form me?”

silence

“ its not like that-“

you hung up the phone absolutely furious how can he just leave and claim he needed to get away? you guys havnt talked in weeks!

about an hour later he shows up at your door.

“miles”

“please hear me out”

“ no! miles i cant, we cant..” he knows and you know where this is going “miles, i cant do this anymore, you are never around, you don’t text or call. i feel like.. like you don’t love me anymore.” the tears start welling in your eyes. he reaches for you trying to console you but you back away.

“ don’t be like that ma, I’m sorry”

“ miles we both know sorry isn’t going to fix this” you say wiping your tears and looking away from him.

“i think we need to…to” he sighs. “ you know i will always love you right? forever you were the girl that knew me from the beginning and always stayed by my side and put up will all of this.” stammering as the tears starting to roll down his face.

this is the first time you’ve seen him cry and it breaks you, it really does, but you guys cant go back. the damage has been done its too late.

“miles please, go” you say as your eyes start to release the tears you’ve been holding back.

“ ok, please keep everything, don’t forget me. ill change and ill come back and treat you better than i ever have and anyone ever will.” he says sniffling as he turns and walks down the hall, out the doors and out of your life.

Or so you thought

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I NEED TO STOP MAKING OART 1 AND 2 AMD KILLING ME

REGARDLESS OF THE CHOICE READER WILL STILL BE BLACK

[affiches-concerts]

Miles Davis, Elvin Bishop, 1971.

Artwork by David Singer.

[gemistar-888]

Happy Valentines Day! 💗💗💗 Boun Noppanut Prem Warut Max Nattapol Tul Pakorn Boss Chaikamon Noeul Nuttarat Apo Nattawin Mile Phakphum  Sea Tawinan Jimmy Jitaraphol Fourth Nattawat Gemini Norawit Joong Archen Dunk Natachai Earth Pirapat Mix Sahaphap Khaotung Thanawat First Kanaphan

[popping-your-culture]

The ‘80s in one picture: Sabrina Salerno looking positively rad.